I'd like to know because I had an accident in the kitchen earlier tonight and suffered a pretty deep cut, but if it can function as a gill, I'll just use the gill as is and make a few more.

So a big theme in my story so far is progression: an area is growing more and more contaminated by magic, countries are becoming more technologicly or magically advanced, and so on.

The charecter in question is a monster called a nightling, that overtime gets more and more, well, monstrous. you see where this is going, right?

The protagonist finds them as a child in a ruined city of monsters. They can't go with him due to the journey being too dangerous (more dangerous than a city of monsters, ironically) and this child character isn't going to be the same when he returns.

So far, they only look Human, with some cat-like features (eyes, ears, fangs, and a tail) but I want them to look really freaky by the end of it all! I need help deciding on how they'll change, both inside and out. I did have a few ideas off the top of my head:

A sort of "black knight" character, that'll try to launch a crusade against those who ignored their suffering.

Maybe a dark surgeon kind of deal, where they're trying to cure the "nightling condition"

Or they ironically stay pretty normal while everyone else falls apart around them.

TLDR: I need mutations to give to a character. Critique is welcome, and input is highly appreciated!

I’ve been a fisherman for a very long time. It’s what I know. All I know.

I’ll confess, it’s probably not the most glamorous job that a man can have. But if you know what you’re doing, you can earn a living. I always figured I’d use my youth to make as much money as I could, save up a pretty little nest egg, and then retire young. Find myself a wife, maybe have a few kids and find some other work. As plans go, mine wasn’t bad and it wasn’t anything that I hadn’t seen other guys like me pull off before.

The difference between me and them though was Ash Bay.

If you’ve never heard of it, I’m not surprised. Ash Bay is something of a hidden gem along a quiet stretch of coastline in eastern Canada. I won’t say exactly where for reasons that will become clear later but if you’re really that determined, it’s not hard to find.

Not a lot of people seem to fish the waters around there, though. They generally go out much further and as a result, you’ll usually only see local ships in the thirty to fifty mile stretch between Ash Bay and the deeper parts of the Atlantic. It’s always easy to tell which ships are local too. They’re usually smaller fishing trawlers, but that’s not what makes them distinct. No, what makes them stand out is the markings on the bottom hull. White painted swirls and patterns. You can always just see the top of them extending just over the water. I never quite understood why they did that… I also never understood why I only ever saw the Ash Bay ships out in that stretch of water. Everyone else just seemed to avoid that particular area. I always figured that there was just nothing to catch. Then, of course, I started hearing the stories of the hauls of fish that the people in that area were bringing in.

I think the first person who told me about it was a guy I’d hired a couple of years back. He’d worked in Ash Bay for a few years and only recently left to be closer to his family, but the way he told it those waters were absolutely teeming with fish, and the ships out that way only needed to head out for a week or so before coming back with a full hold. Anywhere else, you would’ve been out at sea for at least a month or so.

I vaguely recall thinking that he was bullshitting me at the time, but it wasn’t long until he convinced me to visit the area.

Any doubts I had were gone by the end of the day. The waters were teeming with fish. I filled my hold in no time at all and when I went out again, I wasted no time in heading back

This post deals with Subboor Ahmad's "ideas" about the field of evolutionary biology. Some may know that Subboor Ahmad has hosted the young earth creationist Paul Nelson on his YouTube channel to debunk the science of common ancestry. For lengthy demonstrations of how Paul Nelson gets everything wrong (while misrepresenting every scientist he quotes like Eugene Koonin in the process), see here, here, here, and here. In these videos, Subboor had a bit of a concerning and quite ready tendency to accept literally any gibberish that Paul Nelson was spewing. In this post, I'll focus more specifically on how Subboor justifies his pseudoscientific creationism.

As a bit of background. Subboor is a Muslim creationist and apologist who has no clear expertise on the subject. Despite claiming to be a pursuing a philosophy of biology PhD at Birkbeck College (though he seems to have been pursuing it for quite a while now), he's been at this for many many years without ever getting anything he's said published anywhere reputable. So he just puts it out on YouTube and his blog. In a debate he handily lost against James Fodor at the timestamp 1:34:00+, he was asked to name a single scientific discovery / finding that would convince him that his creationism is wrong. He admitted he couldn't think of anything, and that the only way he'd accept evolution is if he literally first became an atheist. In other words, Subboor is rather open about the fact that there is no evidence that could compel him out of his dogma. Here, I'm debunking his blog post "Darwin’s biggest critics are evolutionary biologists".

https://subboorahmad.com/darwins-biggest-critics-are-evolutionary-biologists/

Subboor tries to show that the academic and public understanding of evolution is different, that real specialists think evolution is "just a theory" resting on baseless assumptions. But if that

Many of you might remember 2008 as a year of ugly, overwrought designs in F1. It was the peak of the winglet era, and not everyone was a fan of shark fins, razor vents, and wildly curved double wings.

For me, however, these cars were beautifully aggressive, and the Ferrari F2008 in my opinion the most beautiful car of the lot, but the McLaren MP4-23 too would give the F2008 a run for it's money! I imagine many disagree, and I certainly don't seek to change their minds, but I feel inspired to explain what it is that gets me about this car. Feel free to correct me and add information, as I am certainly not an F1 historian and my memories may fail me.

First of all, there was the livery. 2008 was the second year of the darker red coloring for Ferrari, which replaced the lighter Marlboro red in Monaco 2007.

This darker "blood" red looked menacing; more sinister than the cheerful "fire engine" red of 2006 and earlier Ferraris. 2008 was also the third year of the controversial Marlboro barcode, a clever bit of subliminal advertising designed to alleviate public pressure to get tobacco branding off F1 cars. At speed, the barcode looked remarkably like a blurred Marlboro logo, and at rest, it made the F2008 look like an evil supercomputer from the future. It was a fitting accent for the livery of one of the most technologically advanced F1 cars ever devised. The Etihad logo on the rear wing was pretty striking as well. Overall, despite some very distinctive features, the livery could be described as minimalistic. There was a lot of red space that really showed off the sculpted contours of the car.

The car's combination of fat, wide, short wheels with a wide and short body and a super-low rear wing gives it a very powerful stance. It has the look of a cat ready to pounce, as opposed to the longer, narrower, more stretched out profiles of some Ferraris that came before and especially, after it.

At Hungary 2008, the team introduced a [shark fin](http://cdn-2.motorsport.com/static/img/mgl/700000/700000/706000/706900/706952/s8/f1-jerez-july-testing-2008-felipe-massa-scuderia-ferrari-f2008-try-

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

Vesko watched the scene before her in silence. The tufts of fur sticking out the back of her shirts collar stiffening at the sounds coming through the speakers overhead. Her ears, located near the temples on either side of her head, flicked about as well. The scene before her was not something she was accustomed to.

Tesgan, her partner and apparently the local offices’ interrogation expert, was pounding away at their suspect with his fists.

The 1.8 meter tall Grunk’Sen stood in the centre of the 10 by 10 by 2 meter interrogation suite. His stronger upper appendages holding their suspect, his prey for the course of this interrogation, by its shoulders. The lower pair, attached to the joint along his 5th thoracic rib, were weaker by Grunk’Sen standards but still pretty solid hammers nonetheless. Their clenched knuckles were continuously pounding away at their subject’s lower abdomen, leaving his pale white flesh a colourful palate of pink, red and blue.

“He still isn’t speaking after 14 hours…”

Vesko glances to her right where the rooms only door was located. The soft bluish light of the locks keypad illuminating the face of the short suit standing by the back corner. The Kessan, standing at 1.4 meters tall, was tall for his species and the only other person in the dark room Vesko was currently in. His right three fingered hand moves across his scalp, stroking the base of his right temple horn before sliding across and down the smooth hairless skin along the back of his head. His slit pupils focusing in on her. There was disappointment in his voice, but Vesko was certain the disappointment wasn’t directed at her specifically but at their current predicament. They were running out of time.

Red Trident was a joint multi-species taskforce set up by officials in positions within the high echelons of the Federation. Only individuals near the end life of their careers were considered and recruited to serve their remaining years within the taskforce. Their focus no longer on the various minor problems that plagued the Federation and its members but on one specific target; The Council, and the various organisations that affiliated with them.

Vesko had been an anomaly within the recruitment process, even she knew it for she was the youngest member around. She’d only been at her posting within navy intelligence for about 2 years when she had nearly been killed by a foreign operative. Having survived the failed attack, thanks to the intervention by a taskfo

Smoke and Starlight

He was only here so he could gloat, Smoke thought.

There had been a time when the Bottled Worm was just a seedy warehouse. That time had long since passed. Now it was a disaster zone, the sort of place that only existed because long-dead authorities had been paid off not to demolish the rusty biohazard a generation before anyone even thought to turn it into a club.

Now, somehow, it was exclusive. But still, it wasn’t the sort of place anyone would think to find Ms. Starlight.

Not that anyone else had tried. Smoke couldn’t parse that one. The media had run some stories and then wrung their hands, her sister had been even worse. Her boyfriend? The bastard seemed almost gleeful. Smoke chuckled, clouds of hazy green leaking out from the slits in his neck. The bouncers at the doors edged back, giving him a respectful distance even as their hands darted down towards their guns.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Smoke said. One of them, the younger one, tried to turn the gesture nonchalant. He wiped his palm on his shirt and looked Smoke right in his cold, dead eyes.

“Attaboy,” Smoke said.

The crowd parted and the bouncers let him through, and there was nothing but sweaty flesh, broken, bloody tiles, and overpriced drinks as far as the eye could see.

Smoke was right at home.

***

He was only here to prove a point, Smoke thought.

He waded through the writhing bodies, one tall, dark figure among many, though a little thicker, a little strong— lethal. Ahead the bodies writhed in all directions, gyrated in patterns that some people called “dance.” Behind they only writhed away. Smoke had a smell like crushed mountain flowers, just the menacing side of too sweet. In the right circles, it was known.

The point was simple: Smoke got everywhere. He infested all the corners of the world, even the shitholes that didn’t matter, the ones where he’d dredged up her past. Ms. Starlight, the darling of the Capital, wasn’t half the saint she seemed. Beneath the thousand-watt smile and the silvery, enticing eyes, she was just as human as all the rest of them. As human as him.

Before everything, before she was Ms. Starlight, before she was a sensation, before she was the ray of hope in the night that crushed all his dreams, she had been Ava Solis. Ava Solis was a Gaze Addict.

You weren’t anyone when you were on Gaze. At least, not outwardly. Gaze was a drug you took to slip into someone else’s skin or to give your own to someone else for a ti

Do your worst!

They were cooked in Greece.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

Observation: Rabbit embryos are nearly identical to human embryos, both possessing gill slits, arm buds, elongated tails, protruding stomachs, and elongated heads.

Questions: Why do rabbits and humans begin life with such similar biological/physical structures?

If we find it difficult to see differences between embryos, how can one determine which is human life and which is rabbit life in terms of observation?

If most abortions occur before the embryo has developed into a recognizable human fetus (2-3 months) then should unborn rabbits be afforded the same protections as unborn humans?

Hypothesis: Rabbit embryos and human embryos are indistinguishable in early development, and share a majority of genetic (DNA) material, because we are biologically related.

Runs Experiments...

Analysis: Crunches the numbers...

Conclusion: Hypothesis is correct. Thus, since rabbits and humans begin life as nearly identical clumps of cells and embryos, moral and ethical considerations must be applied to these embryos equally. Also, I win.

Animal embryos

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgPCDXmcQjM

Facts About Abortion: U.S. Abortion Statistics (abort73.com)

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

but then I remembered it was ground this morning.

Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale

Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments

BamBOO!

They’re on standbi

A play on words.

Pilot on me!!

Christopher Walken