Blood sore throat

The scavenger opened their eyes. They were inside an old garage or something, it's doors shut and windows covered, the only source of light was a small campfire in the middle of it.
Someone had bandaged their broken leg and made sure they were warm, but who. The scavenger tried to move, but the moment they tried it, everything became woozy and it felt something started to burn inside.
"Right, the gas," coughed the scavenger, discovering the droplets of blood in it.
The shortcut he had taken to get away had brought them through a tunnel filled with some gas, at first it hadn't felt so bad, but later... that's how they had fallen and broken the leg. Somehow they had managed to get on, but had lost the consciousness soon after.
Funny, it seemed to be the least broken pat of them.
"Try not to overdo it, it's a damn miracle you are even awake," said a woman who seemed to appear from nowhere.
Maybe it was this feverish state or something else, but the unknown woman seemed so damn pale, "young-ish" yet grey-haired. She was wearing an old, dark coloured longcoat and was rummaging through a bag.
A moment later, the stranger continued: "I bandaged your leg and other wounds as well as I could, but I'm sorry whatever you ran into..."
"How long?"
"I expected you to pass in your sleep before morning. I still don't give you more than hours"
"Lucky me," coughed the scavenger.
This cough turned into a terrible fit that left the traveller reeling as the world seemed to spun around. The wastes always found a way to screw with you. Instead of peaceful trip to Place Without Pain, they were going to all the pain, all the way.
"Got anything for the pain at least?"
"Out of painkillers or anything else of that nature." The woman seemed to think for a moment, then picked out an old metal flask. "This still has some booze in it, I can mix it with something that quickens your going.
Scavenger thought for a moment and asked: Is it too late to say that I don't want to die?
"It's never too late to say that," answered the stranger. "But the wastes often don't give us what we want."
"No that they don't," coughed the scavenger.
The pale woman handed them the flask, it felt like it was more her shadow that handed it over, rather than her hand. Something felt off, they were a corpse already so they emptied the flask. The drink was strong, but with a good taste.
"So who are you even?"
"People like calling me a witch," smiled the strange woman.
"Witch?" The scavenger started remembering stories of something like that, but slipped into deep sleep before being able to say anything. Death seemed to have come at last.
In the morning the scavenger opened their eyes. They were still in the garage, but now rays of light were peeking in. This all felt like some strange dream, yet their leg was a bit sore, but there was no mark of a broken bone and they could stand and breathe.
But there seemed to be no other mark of a Witch or that someone else had been there. Nothing besides a small metal flask, that still held the smell of booze.
...
It might me a wanderer, trader or even raider, but most of the many variations of the tale keep the dying person genderless and nameless, sometimes get rid off the profession altogether to say that everyone can run into the Witch, a common fable in the wastes. The common elements being a person the wastes have condemned to death and they meet the Witch of the Wastes who saves them.
This is also the kindest version of the tale. Sometimes this rescue comes with strings or some kind of cost attached, some versions have the wanderer become a bloodthirsty raider or betray the witch's trust in some way and has all their wounds retuned to them.
The Witch of the Wastes is a curious character, appearing in a wide variety of rumours and stories one taller than the other. Yet some of those make me wonder, what if there is a drop of water to these stories.
Unknown Wasteland Scholar

Kyoshi book 1 is the epitome of ‘a meeting that could have been an email’. Its book that should have been a graphic novel. A story that should have been a wikipedia page.
SPOILERS, though I am saving you the read.
TLDR: The story telling is mediocre, and the story would have been just as compelling as a bullet pointed list of story facts. It flubs, glosses over and skips all portions of story that would have required any amount of clever writing or skill. The story is comprised of cringey tropes. This book will not sit among the original series in the annals of history. It sits below Korra and just above M Knight’s film adaption and the disgraceful Netflix reboot.
First, the idea of there being immense trouble identifying the Avatar is a good plot point. Having Kuruk’s team find and teach the next Avatar and have opposing ideals is also a good plot point. Yee also describes the martial arts okay enough, but this is an inherent obstacle when turning highly visual source material into text. This concludes my praise.
Yee tells, but doesnt show. Show more teambuilding and friendship between Kyoshi, Rangi and Yun. They only come together once in the same room to hang out before the main conflict happens, and its a superficial scene straight out of an 80s slasher movie. They come together solely to ‘show’ them being a team as they hang out and exchange banter. This is the first of Yee’s pseudo-“show, don’t tell”. It appears like the story is showing us something, but it is still telling us. It is characterized by vapid, juvenile writing in a scene that is largely inconsequential to the story.
Make the misidentification of the Avatar weigh on each of them and test friendship. Show her being found by Kelsang. The jump forward 9 years is jarring and leaves logic way behind. If she was raised by Kelsang, why didnt he finish testing her as the Avatar? Why did he take pity and raise her after traveling the world and seeing other homeless children? Why didnt she give back the clay turtle relic? Kyoshi is abandoned when she is old enough to remember being abandon, but doesn’t remember where she got the turtle. This line is another example of pseudo-show. Why don’t we dont get any insight into the moment she is abandon? We do not know any of these things. Including these scenes in the book would have made it longer, but its the juiciest piece of the character development. The length of a book is largely forgivable if it is captivating. This is like if you order a burger and they only bring you a bun and a slice of bib lettuce. Its missing the most crucile part.
Show Yun being incorrectly identified as the Avatar. This scene has to be so interesting. There is nothing in the book about this at all. This seems like another artful dodge around having to write something clever, and that tends to be difficult.
Show Kyoshi’s Avatar state. ‘Blacking out’ is not a mysterious way to tell stories. Its a cop out of writing something the author finds difficult. Also, a character can black out and not remember doing something AND the author can still describe it as it happens to the reader. Choosing to ommit more juicey story speaks more to the writers lack of confidence in their writing.
The fans and helmet of her parents are forced clumsily into the story at the height of the inciting incident. They could have been introduced any time. For example, when Kyoshi connects with her parent’s old crime ring and they could be presented to Kyoshi as relics of the group’s deceased leaders. Instead they are introduced to the reader by Kyoshi dropping her luggage and they fall out in the rain and mud. It reads like a scene that is meant to be a story board for a cartoon or comic.
We dont get any insight into Kyoshi’s parents being dead or alive. Kyoshi doesnt seem to ask anyone either. Why? Seems like a reasonable question.
Kelsang realizes Kyoshi is the Avatar when she does some improv poetry that happens to be Avatar Kuruk’s favorite poem? That was the best idea you got?
Kyoshi has a sky bison named PengPeng? Find a new method of transportation, the flying bison had been done before. Pengpeng is also only used as transportation. She doesnt have any personality like Momo and Appa. Total strikeout.
When something new develops that is supposed to surprise the reader, like Kyoshi’s mother being a disgraced airbender, Yee doesnt show this. This is explained away in a moment of dialogue like “once upon a time, this happened.” Then the plot moves on. And what motivation did she have for keeping this from Kelsang? Maybe they knew each other? They are both airbenders who have killed before, which is significant in the fiction. This could have been an opportunity to connect characters and create intrigue. But we only learn this at the end of the book for no reason.
Love between ATLA characters is subtle in the show. Katara and Aang will end up together and we know this implicitly. Sokka loves his friends, particularly Toph, because of the actions we see him take to help her. Rewatch the show, you will see what I mean. However this is not a major plot point that is touched on each episode. Zuko and Mei are together but they are pulled apart temporarily by character motivations. It skips the filler and gets right to the interesting part. However in Kyoshi book 1, love between Rangi and Kyoshi is vapid and foreshadowed from the first pages. Lets set lesbianism aside, its not the issue. The issue is that this love story is not compelling chiefly because we are told they care for each other but are only shown this in the back half of the book on a surface level. Even when we are shown these things, its not believable. The characters act like teenagers do in 2024 America, not like how teenagers would act in a world coming off the heels of a 100 year war. The characters are young, but they have roles, careers, and the responsibilities of adults. This stems from the same problem Yun has with Kyoshi and Rangi. We don’t see them becoming or being friends. We are told they are friends. Thats it.
This connects to Rangi’s character being ambivalent and emotionally indistinct. Rangi is played as a tough, no nonsense soldier that is hired as Yun’s personal bodyguard, the most important job next to being the avatar yourself. But her expressions of love are juvenile and childish. In one scene she is scolding Kyoshi on her duty toward being Avatar then in the next she acts playfully excited like an American weeb teenager when Kyoshi bends water for the first time. Rangi is poorly written and has poor motivation to her Avatar duty. She contributes nothing practical or technical to the story but love interest. If she is a child prodigy badass that earned the job of protecting the Avatar, she should act like it.
Hei Ran, Rangi’s mother, does nothing consequential to the plot. Why have this character? It is stated she knew Avatar Kuruk. The least she can do is bring it up more.
AND FINALLY, Kyoshis character is very opposite from who we see in ATLA. Obviously this is to show growth, but the timid Kyoshi inexplicably switches to confident and intimidating Kyoshi without any growth, then switches back to timid again. We know kyoshi as a tall, confident, matter of fact, powerful bender who sees no difference between murdering Chin the Conquerer and letting him fall to his death. But here we see a still tall, but petulant teen. She is afraid of her bending. She is inconsistently overconfident. She is squemish about murder. Perhaps the growth occurs in book two, but then again change is gradual. We should see some examples of change now. She grew up a homeless street urchin. She needs to act like it.
Yun struggles with his bending but also keeps smiling and acting like everything is ok. This trope is exhausted to death by anime. We do not see a human side of Yun. He is not tortured by the training or the fatique of not being able to bend fire or the pressure and expectation of being Avatar. He just smiles and flirts with Kyoshi. He also asks her to go with him to a peace treaty signing with pirates all because he wants to have her there so he feels loved. But this thinly disguises the fact the author needed a reason to have her at the signing so she can earthbend and save everyone. Take Rangi, your apointed body guard.
Yun returns at the end of the novel as a deus ex machina and kills Jianzhu in an admittedly badass way. 10/10. However, Yun is dead, reappears as a ghost, then earth bends. The possibility of this within the fiction is near zero UNLESS FC Yee is trying add to the lore of spirit magic and bending. To that I say “Learn to be a better writer first.”
Kirima is an okay character. We traditionally see water benders as good guys, but she is a tough leader of a gang of criminals. Again we are told that, not shown. 5/10. Mid teir.
Wong is a worse comedic relief than Sokka. Where Sokka learns to become a leader from a close minded sceptic and redeem this quality, Wong is indistinct from any other background earth bender. He eventually becomes Kyoshis earthbending teacher and he starts to fill out a teacher role but is still indistinct. Up until this time, he carrys no air of educator at all. Remember, he’s a pirate criminal. This turn of character seems to come from the team learning that Kyoshi is the Avatar, something she kept secret. But Wong is the only one who changes their behavior based on this. Meeting the most important person in the world doesn’t effect them, I guess. Doesn’t seem reasonable.
Lek is a kid that idolizes Kyoshi’s parents, but acts out like a toddler when she speaks poorly of them. I am left feeling disatisfied by a criminal outlaw that throws tantrums when someone speaks ill of their pseudo mommy and daddy. Lek is poorly written as a rival to Kyoshi, if if fact that was Yee’s intention. You see it in their banter and interactions. Lek is killed by a poison that only incapacitates all others effected. It was like the author needed him to die real quick and didnt know how to do it, but also didn’t want to rewrite the chapter.
Now is a good time to mention that characters can be annoying to other characters, but they should not be annoying to the reader. Doing this is a form of self sabotage. Its like serving up raw eggs for breakfast on purpose and calling it art. You just wouldn’t do it.
Lao Ge is poorly written too, despite being an interesting character idea. Lao is meant to be Kyoshi’s spiritual leader in this story. He leads her to the ancient technique of prolonging ones life with spirit magic. But this man reads like an embarassing drunk uncle that no one responds to when he speaks. He acts like he’s cool, wanders off constantly and returns covered in blood to a group thats asks no questions. Criminals still ask questions. In fact, they are more paranoid on account of being criminals. For example, there is a scene where they leave without him and realize they forgot him and have to go back. This scene amounts to nothing. Why was it in the book? Whoops, he’s also a master assassin. We are told this over and over but never see it in action. Boo. Don’t suggest violence. Show us violence.
Why is this group of criminals still together anyway? They lost their leaders, Kyoshi’s parents. Wouldn’t the find new jobs? Thin the herd. Theres too many characters.
Jianzhu acts more suspicious after he is identified as the villain which is a trope found in childrens television to remind children he is bad now. The fact it is here insults the readers intellegence. His villain motivations are not explained well. Does he care more about identifying the Avatar than his lifelong friend Kelsang or the life of the innocent? Also, a villain doesnt need to kill someone to be identified as the villain but youll find that trope here too. Clever writing can remedy this all the same. He does do cool evil guy things, but they are explained after the fact instead of showing him coniving these schemes and putting them into action. His death is awesome, but his final confrontation with Kyoshi is not spectacular. There is no final battle like one might expect. He the one that ghost Yun kills.
It is unclear if this book is meant for a YA reader audience or the adult audience that watched ATLA as kids. The story is grittier, bloodier and violent with explicit deaths and torture. All the while bearing a sheen of squeeky clean Nickelodean dialogue and unfunny humor that has an obvious limit. The book says they swear, but the exact words do not show up in dialogue. Characters are impaled and gored, but the 3rd person narration takes breaks from descriptions of this for quippy commentary on the things happening. Who says these things? Kyoshi? But its in third person. This clashes with the perspective and shows indecision on the part of the author.
The perspective is stuck between 1st and 3rd. 1st serves better for the YA audience where Kyoshi might think these quippy things to herself or have thoughts that help the reader understand context better. 3rd person would serve the adult audience better with a matter of fact telling of the story. Maybe even change between characters in some chapters and fill in some of these gaps. Instead the book strattles the line between these two perspectives and suffers greatly. You have humorous commentary and scene descriptions coming from the same source. It breaks immersion when the reader is stuck wondering who is telling the story.
YA is an oversaturatedand flawed genre anyway. Its almost designed to trick teens into thinking they are reading adult books.
Yee includes too many comparisons, similies and analogies. Each one is meant to create world building, where the text compares a creature in the ATLA world to a situation at hand. But they start coming up too often in the back half of the book. This also seems to rise in frequency as descriptions get vaguer. It felt like Yee lacked the proper lexicon to describe what was happening as the story approached the end. Analogies should be used to explain difficult things, not just thrown in recklessly.
One moment sticks out from this book that reminds me of ATLA. While Yun and Kyoshi are silently trying to meditate before Jianzhu summons a spirit to finally identify the correct Avatar, the two teens speak for a second. Eyes closed, Kyoshi whispers “You know what would be funny? If neither of us were the Avatar.” This captures elements of friendship between the two kids, character humor, and SHOWS these two still care for each other no matter what happens next. Yun’s response isn’t even remotely appropriate, memorable or clever. The opportunity is a total loss.
Another moment of total loss and tonal dissonance is when Kyoshi, Rangi and the convicts go to a hidden secret criminal town that is described as being so cut throat, you don’t even look at people in the eye. Just then the group sees two men collide after turning a blind corner and drop their stuff. Page 224. They exchange appologies, act very polite, and depart. (This is told to the reader, not shown with appropriatly funny dialogue). Lek then explains the two men will meet tonight on the challenge grounds and fight to the death. However, that night at the challenge grounds, you don’t see those characters; a total whiff on Yee’s part. Instead you read about one man bludgeoning another man to death with barehands in pure gladitorial bloodsport. This scene shows the whimsy of ATLA, the gorey violence that Yee wanted and his befuddled attempt at writing something that blends the two.
All of this leads me to conclude the book is for a YA audience, which is unfortunate because ATLA was for everyone; YA, adult and children. It is a children’s show that adults can find a surprising amount of depth and humor in. Yee’s doesn’t hold a candle to the writing of Aaron Ehasz.
The argument that this books is allowed to be bad because its for kids falls apart for the same reason. The expert writing of Aaron Ehazs in ATLA is what imortalizes it to this day; the dialogue, the characters, and the story. ATLA is a kids cartoon by which all cinema and television are compared. This is simply not on that level.
When this level of integrity is left to be followed up by an author with one previously published work, underdelivery should be expected. Kyoshi book 1 is FC Yee’s second published work and it shows. I would be interested in learning more about FC Yee’s past unpublished experiences in writing and qualifications.
So again, this book is like a meeting that should have been an email. The story is not “worth the read”. The historical facts are more valuable. For example, telling someone that Kyoshi’s dad is a pirate earthbender and her mother is a disgraced criminal airbender is a total surprise and sparks good speculative conversation. But the way the novel presents this information is clumsy and ignorant of how rare these circumstances are within the fiction. These historical facts are just as compelling when read on the Avatar wiki page, negating the necessity for a book in the first place. I think this is symptomatic of writing a prequal too. We know enough about Kyoshi to be interested in her character, so the facts about her should be presented interestingly with art and showmanship.
This book leaves me with the sneaking suspicion that most of what FC Yee knows about writing was learned from anime, a genre so polluted its not worth even sifting through to find quality content. Hot take, I know.
His other books on Genie Lo (2017, 2020) are teen dramas with ‘the chosen one’ trope, as the summaries suggest. That must be why that shows in this book. Maybe FC Yee can only write one type of book.
Yee is also not an author by trade. He said in an interview that he works in mobile gaming as the guy who makes “everything less fun by adding stuff to the game you have to pay for.” He went to college for Economics, or so I read on his wiki page.
His book publisher proposed the two book series idea to Nickelodeon, it was not a matter of the creators carefully hand picking a writer. He also only worked with Mike DiMartino. In his interview, he says he did not work with Bryan Konietzko and never even mentions Aaron Ehasz. I believe this is to the great detrement of the story.
I’ve heard that people really liked this book. However, I wonder if that is genuine affection or the same kind of denial Star Wars fans had when the Phantom Menace came out. I draw this parallel because my father was that person. He recomended this book to me and gave it high praise in the same way he did when Phantom Menace released.
The fans, my father and myself included, are starved for any canon ATLA material. Feeding the fans undercooked meals is no way to make a fanbase grow. The ATLA fanbase already got food poisoning from M Knight’s movie. It recovered, but at a cost. I hate to think what might happen after the Netflix show and the animated movie of adult Aang.
I understand that Yee was a fan of the material. In fact, he and I share the same favorite character. So know that this is not an attack on a fellow fan of ATLA, I simply believe Yee is not the man for this job. Avatar deserves better than to be relegated to a YA novel lost in a sea of overproduced assembly line YA content. Avatar deserves a better writer. Save your fine cutlery for fine dining, don’t use polished silver to eat fast food.
To end, I leave you with this: if you want more Avatar content, gather some friends and play the Avatar rpg by Magpie Games. It is the most fun I’ve had in the ATLA world since I was a kid. If you play it right, you get that same sense of magic you got back in 2005 when Book Water came out.
Below is a link to an interview with Yee.
https://thenerdsofcolor.org/2019/07/15/from-fan-to-avatar-writer-f-c-yee-on-developing-the-story-of-avatar-kyoshi/amp/

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Silently, Pale motioned for Kayla to follow her, and the two of them silently crept out of the cave. As they drew closer to the exit, Pale was finally able to make out the voices from earlier.
"-Sure they're here? The tracks faded a while back…"
"Where in the three hells else would they go? This is the only shelter around for miles. The snow may have covered their tracks, but they don't know this land like we do."
The talking soon devolved into bickering as the bandits fought among themselves. Pale shifted, pressing her weapon's stock against her shoulder, then began to carefully push out from inside the cave, Kayla following a few steps behind her. The snowfall had intensified even further from when they had sought refuge in the cave; between the falling specks of white and the steadily-encroaching dusk, visibility had dropped to near-zero. Despite this, Pale kept moving, seeking cover higher up in the mountains.
The two of them moved over the rocks as carefully as they could, taking care not to disturb any of them for fear of alerting the bandits. Pale couldn't tell how many there were; from the different voices in their group, she counted at least four, maybe five. Ballistic weapons or not, she didn't like the odds of taking on five people in open combat with just herself and Kayla to oppose them.
And so, they continued to climb the mountain. Pale shivered the entire time, the frigid air cutting her to the bone even through her thermals. The temperature had fallen in the hours since they'd set up in the cave, and now even her high-tech clothing wouldn't be enough to save them forever.
Eventually, however, they reached a flat point in the side of the mountain where they could rest. Pale helped Kayla up the edge, and the two of them laid there, panting from exertion. Despite the cold, Pale wiped sweat from her brow, hefting her weapon to her shoulder once more as she peered over the sheer expanse. Through the snow and the darkness, she was just able to make out a few faint shapes milling about.
"Is it safe down there?" Kayla whispered through chattering teeth.
Pale shook her head. "Doesn't seem like it. Hopefully, they won't find the cave – if they do, they're going to keep looking for us. Our only hope is that they'll get cold and call off the search before then."
"Unlikely…" Kayla muttered. "Berserkers like that come from the far north. They're used to cold like this, if not worse. If anything makes them leave, it won't be the weather."
Pale couldn't help but scowl. She looked over the cliff face once more, then shook her head.
"Then I guess we have a choice to make."
"Which is…?"
"We sit here and hope that they don't find anything and leave before we freeze to death, or we throw caution to the wind and take the fight directly to them in order to reclaim our impromptu shelter."
Kayla paled at that. "...I don't like either option."
"Neither do I. The weather is a problem no matter which one we take – either it kills us outright or it affects us to the point where our combat effectiveness starts to drop like a stone. In any case, we're going to need to make a decision fast."
"You're the soldier. What do you think we should do?"
Pale was about to respond, but was cut off by a sudden flurry of excited shouts and movement from down below. She cast another glance down at the cave, and listened in to what the bandits were saying as best as she could. Most of their speech was drowned out by distance and wind, but it soon became irrelevant, as one of the bandits held up the remnants of two military rations, then pointed up towards the mountain. As Pale watched, the rest of the bandits – all five of them – began to climb up towards them. Her expression narrowed as she watched the berserkers steadily claw their way up the rocks, steadily inching closer with every passing moment.
"Looks like they made my decision for me," she announced, hefting her weapon.
"Ah…! What are we doing?!" Kayla asked in a hushed voice.
Pale leaned over the side of the cliff, centering her shotgun's sights on the head of the nearest bandit. He was about thirty meters away; at this distance, she couldn't miss.
"Pick a target," she said without looking back. "Wait for my command before conjuring anything."
Kayla let out a small whimper at what she was about to do, but didn't offer any argument, instead stacking up alongside Pale. She took a breath to calm herself, then raised a hand, but held back on conjuring any magic, instead merely keeping it outstretched. Pale watched as the bandit she'd aimed at drew closer, until finally, it happened – he locked eyes with her, and his expression tightened into one of surprise. He opened his mouth to yell something to his comrades.
A shell full of buckshot silenced him before he got the chance. In that moment, Kayla opened up with a spell, sending a streak of lightning arcing across the mountain and into the chest of the nearest berserker. The man convulsed as electricity danced across his body, but then limply fell backwards, his body blackened and smoking.
For a split-second, there was silence, punctuated only by the sound of Pale racking her shotgun. She went to take aim at the next target, but a large bolt of lightning came soaring towards her from farther down the mountain. A small, surprised gasp escaped from her as she fell back, the lightning missing her by mere millimeters, passing close by enough that it made the hair on her head stand up. The spell discharged into the rock above, sending bits of stone and dirt raining down on the two of them and littering them with small cuts and bruises, but otherwise leaving them unhurt.
"Kayla, you take that side!" Pale shouted as she approached the edge of the stone. "Keep yourself safe!"
"W-what?!" Kayla called back. "What are you doing?!"
"Getting you some breathing room!" Pale said to her as she swung herself over the edge, then began to roll down the side of the snow-covered mountain. Bits of jagged rock tore at her body as she fell, but she paid it no mind. Back behind her, she heard claps of thunder echo through the mountains, a sign that Kayla was still fighting.
That wouldn't matter if Pale didn't take care of the berserker mage, however.
As that thought passed her mind, another bolt of electricity came arcing from their cave, up towards Kayla. Pale came to a stop not far away, then jumped to her feet with her weapon at the ready, a pang of pure rage barely suppressed in her mind as she surged forwards.
There were no other berserkers on this part of the mountain, at least that she could see, which had to mean that the mage was alone. Pale sprinted for the cave, double-timing it in order to get there before something could happen to Kayla. More lightning flew through the night, marking the mage's spot, and before long, she closed in on him.
Just as she got there, however, a wall of fire erupted between herself and him. She stumbled, barely managing to catch herself before running directly into the flames. Through the smoke and crimson blaze, she was able to make out a man dressed in a combination of berserker furs and a tattered gray cloak, grinning a yellowed-toothed grin at her through a shaggy salt-and-pepper beard. He went to say something, but Pale stopped him with a barrage of shotgun pellets slam-fired from her weapon as fast as she could operate the pump. To her dismay, however, a barrier of some kind sprang up between the two of them, shielding the mage from any harm.
Her shotgun clicked empty, and Pale let it dangle from her sling, instead pulling out her .45. She went to take aim at the mage, but was unprepared for him to suddenly surge forwards, a manic shout escaping him as he passed through his own flames, completely uncaring of how they lapped at him as he sprinted by. Her eyes widened in shock as she was forced backwards, her pistol barking as fast as she could pull the trigger, but to no avail – that same barrier from earlier prevented any of her shots from landing, the bullets harmlessly bouncing off onto the ground below for every round fired.
Finally, the slide locked back on her handgun, and Pale was forced to try and reload. The mage kept coming, however, even as she scrambled backwards over snow and rocks. Eventually, though, she made a mistake, tripping over a large rock and falling backwards, her handgun slipping from her grip and sliding several yards away. She made a vain attempt to fumble for it, but the mage got their first. With strength unexpected from a man his age, he wrapped one hand around her throat and hoisted her into the air, holding her face-to-face with him. Pale gasped for breath, her legs flailing uselessly as the life was choked out of her. The berserker's manic grin widened, and he tightened his one-handed grip, then brought his off-hand around, sparks already dancing across his fingertips.
Out of desperation, Pale yanked the combat knife from her belt and flailed wildly with it, hoping only to free herself. Her desperate plan worked; the man let out a loud, pained shout as a deep gash was opened in his arm, and his grip loosened just enough for Pale to shake herself free. She landed in a heap on the ground, then jumped to her feet just in time for the mage to shake off his wound. She had cut a deep gouge in the side of his arm, deep enough to expose the white of his bone to the elements, but from the sight of things, all that had really done was anger him even more. In that moment, she realized something.
That barrier, whatever it was, must have been designed to withstand projectile attacks from a distance rather than a direct close-range strike.
She didn't get much time to focus on this new discovery, however – he glared at her, gritting his teeth as the blood dripped from his arm onto the snow below; Pale, for her part, held his gaze, and dropped into a combat stance as she switched her hold on the blade to a reverse grip. The two of them began to circle each other, each waiting for the other combatant to move, both of them eyeing their opponent up and down the entire time.
Pale saw the signs of an incoming attack before it even arrived – the subtle tensing of his leg muscles gave it away before he even knew what he was doing. When he surged forwards, his hands engulfed in fire, she was ready; she sidestepped the incoming attack, then lashed out with her blade once more, scoring another deep slash through the man's arm, this time in the underside. He let out a grunt as he reeled back from the hit, his arm now dangling uselessly in front of him. Idly, Pale realized she must have just severed its tendon, preventing him from using it any further.
She didn't get a chance to dwell on this fact for long, as the mage raised his other arm and launched a bolt of lightning at her, forcing her to jump behind a nearby rock to avoid being electrocuted. She didn't stay there for long, though – he launched several more consecutive bolts of lightning towards her impromptu cover, trying to flush her out as he closed in on one side. Pale didn't take the bait, though – she rushed the side he was pushing just in time to shove the blade forwards, and for her efforts, she was rewarded with a dull thunk as steel met flush. The mage immediately froze, looking down at the knife as it jutted out of his stomach, blood blossoming out from around it and steadily staining his clothes a deep crimson. He gave a shuddering gasp, then fell to his knees, Pale merely yanked the knife out from his gut, and was about to slam the blade into his carotid artery to finish him off when someone grabbed her from behind, stopping her. Pale's heart skipped a beat, and she very nearly rounded on whoever it was before Kayla's voice met her ears.
"Don't. There's been enough death for now."
Pale paused, then chanced a look back. Kayla was standing there, her eyes wide and dull as she shivered, her outfit covered in dirt and blood, none of it her own. She pulled her hand off Pale's, bringing it around to huddle herself. Pale stared at her for a moment, then looked back up at the cliff's edge where she'd been left.
Several bodies, charred beyond the point of recognition and still smoking, marked a trail up to Kayla's side.
Reluctantly, Pale pursed her lips, then nodded, sheathing her knife. "...Fine. But if we're keeping him alive, then I'm going to find out what he knows before we turn him loose. I think it's time we got some answers from someone."
Kayla's only response was to wordlessly nod.

Special thanks to my good friend and co-writer, Ickbard for the help with writing this story.

So 1 month ago. I met a girl on a Wednesday night , I licked her pussy out and then had sex with a condom, she gave me no oral.
Woke up next day with a sore throat.
2 days later I fuck a different bitch again with Condom who did give me BJ and after that my balls hurted , pelvis pain and other chlamydia like symptoms.
My question is how did I get chlamydia when I used condoms ?
Did I get it because when I licked first girl out , I got it orally and then the girl that gave me BJ transferred it to my dick?
Please answer

So I 13f take vocal lessons at school, and one of the options is to do a recital. I had been taking vocal lessons to improve because I do musical theater, so when I was first offered to participate in the recital I said I didn’t want to do it (it was optional), I was insecure and had just started. My mom was disappointed but let it be.
Since then I’ve gotten a lot better, have gotten better roles and it sounds good. So when I was offered to do another recital, I said I would do it. About a week before, my voice was feeling awful and it got strained easily. Anyone could tell I had a sore throat so I emailed my vocal teacher, saying my voice wasn’t doing well and I didn’t think I could do the recital. My teacher said ok, and emailed the person organizing it saying I was backing out.
Then my mom emailed the teacher, saying I would do the recital because I had already backed out of the first one. I exchanged a series of emails with her explaining that my voice wasn’t doing well, was cracking and felt so bad. She was having none of it, and threatened to not let me do any musicals. Fast foward the day before, my voice isn’t doing any better. She still insists that I do it. I’m going to have to do it, but I know I’ll embarrass myself. Am I the asshole?

I woke up several times in the middle of the night in a coughing fit, probably a cold, but enough to make me think twice about hitting my vape this morning. I imagined myself coughing up blood every time i felt the tickle in my throat and it made me cringe even thinking about the pain of not being able to breathe fully, of your lungs shutting down on you. I threw my vape in the trash. I’ve been incredibly lazy today. that was what the vape was good for. i would hit it when i was bored, it gave me something to do with my hands and mouth because god knows i’m not talking to anyone for hours and hours on end. i needed something to do. and that was something. so now, i’m rewatching jersey shore and googling ways to make this easier. i texted the help line and got set up with NRT so now it’s just seeing if i can make it. i’ve never tried to quit before. i didn’t even have a problem with it until suddenly i did. i didn’t hit it often at all, i would sometimes lose it for days and then find it again and continue, but then it was like something clicked and suddenly it was on a lanyard around my neck, in my mouth every five to ten minutes. i smoked cigarettes before this. from 17 - 22, i smoked camel blues and i had maybe three a day, possibly more if anything too crazy went down that day, but i never coughed as much as i do now. sometimes i wonder if the cigarettes were causing less harm than the vapes have been. i thought briefly about going back to cigarettes, but then i imagined myself kicking the addiction totally and wondered if i could. i came to the conclusion that i might as well try.

In the dead of night, the city of Cleton Lousiana comes to its true life. Descendants of the biblical Cain stalk the shadows, preying upon the warm blood of humanity. Vampires, or as they prefer to call themselves, Kindred. They're powerful, but damned souls all trying to deny or embrace the beasts they are. You are one such lost soul, always trying to deny that red thirst in your throat lest you become something more terrible. Your elders tell you that this gets easier with time. Yet rarely a night goes by without your jaws hungering for
But that was before the maelstorm, the red winds that came and reaped the dreams of many Kindred. Those unlucky now scream and lament the terror that befalls all. At first, many thought they were crazy, then more started seeing the winds. Yet nothing was done, after all there was no proof of calamity outside the hysteria. Then as they do, the rumors came. Talk of vampires spawned by the winds, yet still clearly of clan lineage. Of hordes of hounds that walk on two legs flooding the countryside. Of people who had gone missing across the mortal world.
Fear, doubt, and uncertainty now grip even the Elders as those who saw the crimson winds first gloat. So, what will you do? You're about to be embraced by vampire society as a whole, yet what point is there in being part of a burning tower? Will you run? Will you hide? Will you be bold or stupid enough to fight back? Time can only tell you the answer. Yet now more than seemingly ever the wick of light seems dreadfully short short.
Hello random individual! I’m just a GM who’s finally got my Vampire The Masquerade 20th Anniversary Edition campaign up and running! It’ll be taking place in the fictious city of Cleton Lousiana with a coterie (party) of young Camarilla vampires. To the backdrop of a rather uncertain time of the cities history. I will be running every week Thursday at 7:45-11:45 EST. We will be meeting up over discord and playing within the Foundry module for WOD 20th.
I got one friend already on board and I’m currently looking for 4 more players for a total of 5. Bellow is a Google Doc containing some more relevant information to the game although I’m not 100 percent completely done with it. I HIGHLY recommend reading at least the first two sections first but regardless my messages will be open. Although I do ask for a little patience, I got a bad habit of getting really busy whenever I got a chunk of time open.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/13pNdcZ5bHUkoXxpIg7rsXy7ZUdjGP8ZNzFXlxfioGV8/edit

Hello. My (24F) left pointer finger has started swelling this morning (about 8 hours ago) for no apparent reason. It is very red, a bit shiny, and started itching about an hour ago. There are no signs of a bug bite or trauma. Iced it a little bit. Otherwise haven’t been using it. I am sick with a common cold which started with headache, body ache, congestion, and a sore throat. I’m on day 5 of the cold and negative for Covid. Any ideas why my finger is swelling and what to do?
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Is mouth sores common with graves? Or is it the methimazole? I’m currently on 5mg and started taking it on April 23rd. My throat started hurting Sunday night and by Monday night I had a small spot on the back of my mouth near my tonsil. Now it’s a bigger white spot and it looks like another one is forming. 😞 I messaged my endo this morning but I haven’t heard back from her yet.

So I wrote my own horror story in my own language problem is I translated it to English and it’s an incoherent mess here it is In the dimly lit tunnels of the underground bunker, the sound of muffled moans echoed off the cold concrete walls. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood, and a sense of dread hung heavy in the air. In one of the dark corners of the bunker, a group of men gathered around a twisted figure, bound and gagged on the floor. His eyes were wide with fear, and his body trembled with each sickening blow that was inflicted upon him. "Please, stop," he begged, tears streaming down his face. But the men surrounding him only laughed, their eyes wild with lust and cruelty. One of them stepped forward, his cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum. He grabbed the man's head and forced it down onto his shaft, thrusting deep into his throat. The man gagged and choked, but the man didn't care. He just kept fucking his face, relishing in the feeling of power and control. As the man was subjected to this brutal assault, the other men began to undress, exposing their hard cocks and eager balls. They took turns violating the man's body, shoving their cocks into every hole and orifice they could find. They spit and piss on him, degrading him in every way possible. But it didn't stop there. The men became more and more sadistic, mutilating the man's body in unimaginable ways. They cut and tore at his flesh, leaving deep, bloody wounds that would never heal. They shoved objects inside him, ripping and tearing at his insides. They burned and electrocuted him, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the man lay there, broken and battered, the men stood over him, their cocks still hard and ready for more. They laughed and jeered, reveling in the sickening display of depravity they had just created. But the man's spirit was not broken. Despite the pain and suffering, he still fought, still struggled to survive. And as the men continued to violate him, he knew that he would never give up. He would never let them win. And so, the gruesome scene continued, the man's body reduced to a mere plaything for the sick and twisted minds of the men around him. But through it all, he held on, determined to survive, no matter what horrors he had to endure. In the end, the man was left a shell of his former self, his body mutilated and broken beyond repair. But even in his darkest moments, he held on to the hope that one day, he would be free from the sick and twisted world he was forced to live in. And as the men left him, lying in a pool of his own blood and filth, he knew that he would never forget the horrors he had endured. But he also knew that he would never give up, no matter what. Sahar was a fighter, and he would always be a fighter. Even in the darkest corners of the flesh garden, Sahar would never lose hope.
Sahar lay there, his body a mangled mess of cuts, bruises, and burns. He was barely conscious, but he could still hear the sickening sounds of his captors laughing and jeering as they violated his broken body. But then, something changed. The men around him suddenly fell silent, and Sahar could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He tried to open his eyes, but they were too swollen and crusted with blood to see anything. But then, a voice spoke. It was deep and rough, with a hint of a foreign accent. "Enough," the voice said. "These men have suffered enough. It is time for them to be free." Sahar felt a hand on his shoulder, gently lifting him up. He groaned in pain, but the hand didn't let go. It guided him through the darkness, towards the sound of the voice. As they emerged from the shadows, Sahar could see a group of men standing before him. They were all battered and bruised, just like him, but they had a look of determination in their eyes. "We are the rebels," the leader of the group said. "And we are here to save you." Sahar couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had given up hope, but now, it seemed like there was a chance for him to escape this nightmare. The rebels quickly went to work, freeing Sahar and the other men from their bonds. They tended to their wounds, doing their best to ease their pain. But then, something unexpected happened. One of the rebels, a man named Kaden, approached one of the captor's bodies. He was still aroused, and he couldn't resist the temptation of the corpse. He began to violate the body, fucking it with a savage intensity. The other rebels watched in disgust, but Kaden didn't care. He was consumed by his lust, and he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Sahar and the other rebels were repulsed by Kaden's actions, but they knew that they had to focus on their escape. They gathered their weapons and supplies, and prepared to make their way to the surface. As they emerged from the bunker, they were met with a world that was unrecognizable. The streets were filled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, and the air was thick with smoke and the smell of death. But despite the chaos, the rebels pressed on. They fought their way through the streets, taking out any enemies that stood in their way. And in the end, they emerged victorious. They had escaped the bunker, and they had taken their revenge on their captors. But as they stood there, looking out at the ruined world around them, they knew that their fight was far from over. They would have to survive in this new, brutal world, and they would have to do whatever it took to stay alive. And so, they marched on, determined to make it in this new, fucked up world. They were the rebels, and they would never give up.
Sahar and the rebels had been on the run for weeks, desperate to find a safe haven in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. They had heard rumors of an abandoned research facility, one that was said to be producing something called "flesh gardens." Despite the warnings of other survivors, the rebels decided to investigate the facility. They were desperate for supplies, and they were willing to take the risk. As they approached the facility, they could hear the sound of strange, otherworldly creatures. They were unlike anything they had ever seen before, their bodies twisted and fused with plant matter. The rebels fought bravely, but they were no match for the creatures. They were torn apart, their bodies mutilated and violated in unspeakable ways. Sahar was captured by the creatures, and taken deep into the heart of the facility. There, he was subjected to horrific experiments, his body slowly transformed into a grotesque fusion of plant and flesh. The creatures took pleasure in torturing Sahar, violating him in every way imaginable. They cut and mutilated his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. He was no longer human, but a twisted hybrid of plant and flesh. Tentacles sprouted from his body, writhing and pulsing with a life of their own. The rebels eventually managed to escape the facility, but they left Sahar behind. They couldn't bear to watch as he was subjected to further torture and mutilation. Sahar was left to die, alone and in agony. His body was a twisted, monstrous abomination, a testament to the horrors that had been inflicted upon him.
The plant-men wasted no time in subjecting Sahar to their sick and twisted desires. They bound him with vines and roots, immobilizing him as they went to work on his body. With sharp thorns and saw-like leaves, they sliced and diced at his flesh, carving intricate patterns into his skin. They ripped and tore at his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. They whipped him with vines, leaving deep welts and bruises on his skin. They electrocuted him with electric eels, sending jolts of pain coursing through his body. But the worst was yet to come. They inserted tentacles into every orifice of his body, violating him in the most unspeakable ways. They fucked him with their tentacles, leaving him raw and bleeding. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. The mutated plants fused with his flesh, creating a grotesque hybrid of man and plant. His genitals were mutilated beyond recognition, his body a twisted mass of tentacles and plant matter. The rebels, meanwhile, had become obsessed with finding Sahar. They had heard rumors of his capture, and they couldn't rest until they had rescued him. They searched the wasteland for weeks, following every lead and clue. They fought off bandits and raiders, determined to reach their goal. Finally, they located Sahar's whereabouts. But they found themselves confronted by an army of flesh-plant hybrids, guarding his chamber. A brutal battle ensued as both sides fought for control over Sahar's body. The rebels used every weapon and tactic at their disposal, but the flesh-plant hybrids were relentless. In the end, the rebels emerged victorious. But they were horrified by what they saw. Sahar's body was a twisted and mutilated mess, his genitals barely recognizable. But it was too late. Sahar's body had become an incubator for countless more mutated creatures. They were waiting to be born into this twisted new world order, ruled by unnatural desires fueled by sexual violence against humans turned into living organ farms.
The content is accurate but I want to fix my grammar so it sounds good.

TW for mentions of throwing up.
I (25f) have never really been a healthy person but my health has really been on the decline since I graduated college in 2021. I had to have a blood transfusion and 12 iron infusions in January / February of 2022 after lab work for a job interview came back abnormally. It was suspected endometriosis but the gynecologist I was sent to didn’t want to do the testing for it because she claimed it required surgery (?). February of 2023 I was taken to the ER for chest pain that was causing my throat to tighten and my jaw to go numb.
From there my doctors also started to suspect different GI diseases but no matter how many tests they’ve done no one can find answers. Tests have indicated that I have an absorption issue when it comes to fats and last year my gallbladder was observed at functioning at only 2 percent. I had it removed hoping that would help but it honestly hasn’t.
Recently I’ve had the issue of smelling / tasting sulphur (sometimes accompanied by throwing up a brownish sludge), easy bruising, wooziness, a pain / popping sensation in my left abdomen, and my stomach constantly hurts. A recent ultrasound showed potential liver damage and an enlarged spleen. I was sent to a specialist for the liver and spleen and he asked me to my face, “what are you doing here?”
I don’t know I feel like I’m being pulled around in so many different directions and no one knows how to help. Recently blood work results came back abnormal, surprise surprise, so maybe they’ll take me more seriously soon. Sorry for the long rant I just had to yell about it somewhere.

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I’m a 22-year-old male, and I used to smoke from ages 14 to 20 but stopped. About a year and a half after quitting, I was full of energy and enjoying life, staying active with lots of sports. However, things took a turn when I started experiencing unexplained health issues.
It all began one day at a coffee shop with friends when I suddenly had shortness of breath. I found myself having to manually open my nostrils to breathe properly. Not long after, I started experiencing headaches. Initially, I thought it might be a cold or something minor, but the symptoms persisted and worsened.
As days went by, I began to experience extreme bouts of fatigue. I would feel fine in the morning, but by the afternoon, I would be overwhelmingly exhausted, as if I were about to collapse, then it would pass, and the cycle would repeat. Alongside this, I’ve had persistent left chest pain lasting for about six months and an ongoing dry sensation in the middle of my throat that’s incredibly irritating.
I’ve visited numerous doctors and undergone a full range of tests including blood work and scans, but everything comes back normal. Despite these results, I live with some form of symptom every day – either a recurring issue or something new. It’s visibly taking a toll on me; I have dark circles under my eyes and just look like I’m suffering.
Three doctors have suggested I start taking antidepressants, although I don’t feel depressed; I’m just frustrated and upset by these relentless symptoms that interfere with my work and studies.
Has anyone here experienced something similar? Any advice will be appreciated please 🙏🏻! Im suffering to the max guys i swear god.​⬤

My son 8M, has a sore throat. When I checked it, and when he says ahhhhh...there is this odd flap that sticks up behind his tongue and under his uvula. I have never seen this before. My parents don’t have it and neither do I. When I try to look at pics of anatomy, I don't see it depicted. When I google "flap under uvula"...l just get a zillion results for uvula.
https://imgur.com/a/V9vQYS5

I should preface this by saying that I'm a guitarist in a band and the extent of my singing is shouty, gang style background vocals. Nothing too crazy and only in short bursts. I'm never singing full songs.
I've been doing it for years now and have only just started noticing within the last couple months that I am randomly losing my voice and having a straining, sore feeling in my throat in my off time. It's never terrible pain during a show, but in the following days/weeks I notice some dull throat pain and my voice gets hoarse. It almost feels similar to a bruise or pulled muscle.
It's not a sharp pain like you might get from using grit with improper technique, it's more of a dull pain that comes and goes, and sometimes even changes based on how I move my neck. It's starting to cause concern and I don't really know what to do because it's a completely new sensation for me. Does anyone else experience this and have any tips?

Had my procedure done this morning and am happy to join the tube-less crowd. I had been reading everyone’s posts and recoveries stories to prepare. I wanted to share mine in case anyone is waiting or has had a similar experience.
I do not have the shoulder pain that most people say they do, my gas pain is all in my abdomen. I don’t have the sore throat either. All the discomfort and pain is at incision site. My doctor didn’t meet with me after surgery or give me a prescription for pain meds or an antibiotic so best of luck to me with OTC meds. The surgery was expected to last one hour but took two and I was given two weeks off work. I was very nauseous coming out of anesthesia which is a first for me. Nurses told me to just go home and nap.
This doc was not on the list here but I can add her. From my first meeting with her I asked for this procedure and she agreed with no pushback. She was not judgmental and even mentioned the “bureaucracy of sterilization.” Just hoping tomorrow is better.

So I've recently been having problems with my stomach. Doctors found very, very small traces of blood in my stool. I took four chewable peptos (not all at once) two days ago at the very start of my period and I took some pepcid today, as advised by my doctor. I heard antacids can effect your period, but I'm not sure if that would be enough to really effect anything.
My period started off completely normal, red fresh blood and a heavy-ish flow. After my doctor's appointment, it just kinda stopped. I was given a tampon (I had to get a rectal exam, fml) and after I took it out, I haven't bled since. The tampon was bloodied btw.
I'm pretty much certain I am not pregnant. Basically no actual symptoms. Some abdominal discomfort and mild nausea here and there, but I believe that's from my stomach acid issues. No frequent urination, no constipation, no sore boobs, no cravings or aversions, and I did get my period. That was way too heavy and dark to be spotting, it even had clots in it. I took some pregnancy tests just to be safe, I had protected sex well over a month ago, all negative.
I think it may be from stress, since you know, internal bleeding is scary. I also started a new job recently. About 3 months ago I took a plan B as well. Should I panic or nah?

Hi everyone! I took my cat on Friday to the emergency vet after she had thrown up, was hiding in the closet, and was having some weird symptoms with constipation etc. they did some blood work to test for kidney disease and everything came back normal. They sent her home with some gabapentin for the pain and miralax. I work at an animal shelter and am in communication with our vet there so I relayed the info. The next day as she still didn’t use the bathroom, I brought her to the vet I know. She did x rays and gave fluids etc. the next day she did use the bathroom and her bum seemed a little sore, as expected. Fast forward to now, she hasn’t pooped again in 24 hours and is sneezing non stop with no other symptoms. She is eating and drinking water just fine. Thoughts? I may just be worrying as I’m a big worrier when it comes to her lol.

22 year old male with no significant medical history. Rarely drink and no smoking.
I have had a mostly one sided itchy throat and seemingly one sided tonsil swelling for the past week and a half.
My 5 year old brother had a fever and sore throat a couple days before my symptoms appeared. He visited urgent care and tested negative on strep and COVID, so it was assumed to just be a virus. He recovered within the week.
No symptoms other than the swollen tonsil and scratchy throat.
My question is, could this be caused by a virus? How long is too long for these symptoms to continue? And when should I consider seeing a doctor?
When should I take this to urgent care?
First image I am flaring my tonsils out, second is normal appearance.
https://www.imgur.com/a/VIJauxC

So I got called into the office today and was told I’m on a final for calling out sick so much. I was told if I call out one more time within the next month then I’m fired. I have always had a horrible immune system so I get sick really easily, and when I get sick I get SICK.. I asked if bringing a doctors note in would excuse it but I was told even that wouldn’t count as excused.. they said, and I quote, “if you’re sick just come in and work your shift until you can’t work anymore” that’s such a ridiculous thing to tell someone. If I wake up with a sore throat and fever I’m NOT coming into work, like what?? Idk what to do, what do yall suggest?