So I was scrolling Instagram and I came a cross a chiropractor claiming swaddling could cause the Moro reflex to not be integrated. Watching this caused me to scratch my head and I usually take stuff like this with a major grain of salt, she also had some other things that were pretty false. But I got bored and did some research and I went down a rabbit hole of like weird websites claiming that if kids don’t lose these reflexes than they can get like sensory processing disorders. I don’t think I fully believe it and seems like it’s more of a way to sell programs to help you “integrate” these reflexes but was wondering if anyone had seen actual research on this not just random claims on alternative websites. Just kind of pure curiosity if there’s actual proof out there.
I ran across a recommendation for treatment of this recently. Wasn't sure if this was one of the many things I should more about as a family doc or simply BS. Very little in my usual texts and PubMed which was suspicious so turned to Google to "do my research" (irony intended).
Is this a real diagnosis, a pseudoscience fad among OTs or possibly both?
https://abctherapeutics.blogspot.com/2016/01/on-retained-primitive-reflexes.html
My son (he'll be 4 next month) has just been diagnosed with retained primative reflexes (all of them) that are causing him to have very poor coordination along with delayed gross and fine motor skills.
Does anyone in here have experience with this?
He will be going to OT twice a week starting Monday.
His symptoms and behavior are similar to someone with Sensory Processing Disorder but they are not necessarily the same thing.
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Has anyone ever heard of Retained Primitive Reflexes? And more importantly, has anyone here any experiences with them?
I've just gotten complete brain block, so I'll see where this goes and engage in any possible discussion!
I'll add quickly, that in the short time I done a few of the related exercises that my concentration in class improved a lot, I eventually gave up after getting slightly sickly for a few weeks.
/I'll add again, that I'm a lad with ADHD PI!
Pediatric outpatient OT here. As a new grad, my mentors told me that “reflexes are not as big of a deal as [OT’s] once thought”, and never talked about it again. I was never trained and we didn’t use it in our practice. 10 years into practice and I still don’t. It’s always been something I’ve wondered about but just haven’t spent time looking into. Until last year when all the OT’s at my clinic did a long CEU together on primitive reflexes. (A lot of the info seemed to make sense at the time.) Now the other OT’s do reflex integration, one does with almost every kid (they all seem to absolutely hate it too??), then there’s me not doing it at all because I hear such conflicting things about it. Creates a bit of a tension. My boss (SLP) asks about it every now and again, like “have you checked primitive reflexes on X kid?” To which the answer is always “no”because I’m just not convinced (yet?) that it’s worth my time and effort (or the kid/family’s). I’m on the fence but it seems like there isn’t a ton of evidence that supports the efficacy of reflex integration in treatment. But I need to actually dig into this and make a decision.
After 10 years of practice I’m a little out of the loop on current research. Does anyone have a good sources they typically use or know of any good recent research about primitive reflexes? Also open to hearing yall’s personal experiences/opinions. Any info is helpful. Thank you!
I’m reading studies and outcome data that suggests that ADHD and a delayed or failure to integrate primitive reflexes are correlated. I’m also reading outcomes to studies that say after six weeks of primitive reflex integration therapy, cognitive function and ADHD patient improved. Retained primitive reflexes interfere with cognitive function. Children who exhibit retained primitive reflexes have a much greater chance of having ADHD. It seems like primitive reflex integration therapy should be incredibly visible and talked about all over the place and I see almost nothing about it. I can dig for articles and find the data that looks VERY promising but I see no discussions about it.
I can dig and find anecdotes about people who have tried it and have had positive results. I have seen zero negative results. It just kind of blows my mind - that it’s just hanging out there as legitimate data, with promising results, but nobody seems to be noticing it or talking about it or trying it or anything. there is outcome data that has led to first line treatment that are less promising than this research. I’m totally bewildered.
Persistent Childhood Primitive Reflex Reduction. Effects on Cognitive, Sensorimotor, and Academic Performance in ADHD https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fpubh.2020.431835/full#h4
Retained Primitive Reflexes in ADHD and ASD among Children in an Inpatient Psychiatric Setting https://www.moveplaythrive.com/learn-more/item/retained-primitive-reflexes-in-adhd-and-asd-among-children-in-an-inpatient-psychiatric-setting
I ask because the doctor recommended that I see an OT that specializes in this. I have been abandoned literally and then emotionally so for decades. I am just now considering seeing an OT that does this while also considering EMDR.
"Who were they? That is the question that everyone asks when those ruins or artifacts are found. The second question is usually: How do we escape with our lives? The Treana'ad Hive Worlds will not speak of them, only lighting a cigarette with a shaking hand. The Mantid Free Worlds will only say that they were friends in joy and sorrow. The Telkan look away and make the sign of Saint Vuxten. The Tnvaru hug themselves and shake their heads. The Lanaktallan will tell you that they were the greatest friends they ever had but will not speak their name. The Wemtarran shudder and make the sign of their Digital Savior, staring at the ground. The Pubvians merely pretend you have ceased to exist. The Canines and Felines refuse to speak, often becoming overwhelmed with sorrow. The Hamaroosa will threaten to roast and eat the curious.
"No species that was capable of superluminal travel at the time, who often have artifacts and ruins of their own ancient cultures mixed in, will tell you who they were nor are there any remaining records.
"It is as if they are all afraid to speak the name of the Builders aloud.
"Who were The Builders? What great power did the Atrekna possessed when the were locked in mortal combat with to produce such horrible weapons in such great number that even today remnants can be found? What drove them to build such works of power and dominance? What caused the Builders to build weapons of such terrible power, ships of such terrifying lines, and such strange and unusual ruins?
"And what happened to them?" - Questions to the audience, "The Builder's Myth: Explained", Geensome University, 4625 Post Atrekna-Builder War.
"It is well known that two great wars engulfed the Cygnus-Orion Galactic Arm Spur in the past. The first was the Atrekna-Lanaktallan-Mantid War, over a hundred and twenty million years ago, although some claim it was only sixty-five million years ago. The second is the Atrekna-Builder's War, sometimes called the Atrekna-Confederacy War, which took place nearly five thousand years ago.
*"During the second Precursor War the Atrekna and The Builders were locked in mortal combat, burning away entire worlds and stellar systems to purge
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“Such a waste.’ the phantom man speaks as Red revives her cave’s fire.
She ignores him as she throws on recovered chunks of dry wood onto the growing flames.
“Perhaps my own ego got the better of me. I was so certain you would prove to be a model figure for our people to aspire being. Yet despite all that strength and grit to survive, you’ve succumbed to a soft rot of empathy. Not for your own kind, but for others who will see us dwindle and die as if we were nothing more than a passing nuisance. Do you not grasp what’s at stake? Have I failed to convey it? None of this is for no reason. There’s purpose to it all. Our very survival as a species. I wonder if you wish to see us fall back into the stardust we all are all comprised of? Do you despise your own species so much?” the man says, the voice growing more and more in intensity.
Red shakes her head, wishing she could articulate words as he does. To convey herself in a more meaningful way, a way of equal footing to this freak. But without such, she makes do by not granting him a line of sight. If he wished to restrain her facilities and scold her like a petty parent before very possibly ending her with a ‘flip of a switch’, then he won’t get any satisfaction from her.
“We are dying*. Our species are gradually dwindling like stars to a morning sunrise. We will be gone from the universe, beaten and forgotten. That is not who we are. We are survivors, we are masters of the land we tread, we are humanity. Born from chaos, existing within chaos, champions of chaos. And we are threatened not by chaos, not by the inevitable infighting, not by our grand vessels of war falling from the stars… no, we are to die in dark corners and small overseen pockets for others to gawk and pity over. We will die in whimpers, unknowing of who we once were. For we will have forgotten. But that is why you and many others are taken here, to be* reminded*. When our fall comes, we must be ready to become* us *again. Do you understand? We must rise as we had before, reborn from that chaos which made us strong in the first place. This world can provide that, a surrogate mother
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While you may just see the Chuul as the footsoldiers for an inevitable Kaiju invasion, these lobster-insect-lizards are more than just monsters to be slaughtered. They are a horrifying testament to what happens when mad wizards and creatures from outside our realms of understanding get ahold of a lowly crustacean. From genetic experiments gone wrong to purposeful transformations, we recommend you stay far away from swamps, rivers, oceans, and anywhere else that has a bit of water where these creatures can hide.
3e/3.5e
>Large Aberration (Aquatic) > >Hit Dice: 11d8+44 (93 hp) > >Initiative: +7 > >Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares), swim 20 ft. > >Armor Class: 22 (–1 size, +3 Dex, +10 natural), touch 12, flat-footed 19 > >Base Attack/Grapple: +8/+17 > >Attack: Claw +12 melee (2d6+5) > >Full Attack: 2 claws +12 melee (2d6+5) > >Space/Reach: 10 ft./5 ft. > >Special Attacks: Constrict 3d6+5, improved grab, paralytic tentacles > >Special Qualities: Amphibious, darkvision 60 ft., immunity to poison > >Saves: Fort +7, Ref +11, Will +9 > >Abilities: Str 20, Dex 16, Con 18, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 5 > >Skills: Hide +13, Listen +11, Spot +11, Swim +13 > >Feats: Alertness, Blind-Fight, Combat Reflexes, Improved Initiative > >Environment: Temperate marshes > >Organization: Solitary, pair, or pack (3-5) > >Challenge Rating: 7 > >Treasure: 1/10th coins; 50% goods; standard items > >Alignment: Usually chaotic evil > >Advancement: 12–16 HD (Large); 17–33 HD (Huge) > >Level Adjustment: -
Found in the Monster Manual (2000/2003), the Chuul is a creature dealing with an identity crises. Is it a crustacean, an insect, or perhaps a serpent? The text claims the Chuul is a combination of all three, which is as disturbing as it sounds. Trying to describe the Chuul is difficult, to say the least, but here goes.
The Chuul has an outer shell and massive claws that make one think it's a crustacean, while its mottled yellow-green legs and exoskeleton resemble that of a giant insect. If you look closely at the artwork, you can kind of see that the top section of the Chuul resembles a serpent. The Chuul is covered in a mottled, armored ca
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comms subsystem report.
uplink fail:atmospheric interference.
calling meteorological subsystem.
meteorological subsystem online.
request report.
meteorological subsystem report: current weather conditions probability to continue 85%+. long term prediction unavailable: weather sat input data not available.
primary rescue protocol: fail
secondary rescue protocol status 90%
user input required.
init phase 2.
Humans were odd, she had decided. Thirty five local days she had been stranded here, or at least she thought it was thirty five. There were times she thought it more, other times less. The sameness of each day and night had confused her sense of time, making it easy to lose count.
More than once she had been certain she was going to be stuck here for the rest of her life, but each time the feeling had passed, replaced by the certainty that the storm outside couldn't last forever. Or even if it did, eventually someone would come to inspect the base, to see if it was functioning correctly, and why it hadn't reported. That eventuality had both excited and worried her. What if they saw her as a spy, or invader? The fact that she could easily be seen as a spy sent out to see what the humans were doing here wasn't something lost on her. Particularly since it was true.
On the other claw, she might be able to convince them that her presence on the planet and in their base wasn't intentional. Partly true, since she hadn't meant to damage her ship and get stuck here. What they would do with her was the question that troubled her. But for now, she had the run of the base, and that, to her mind was odd. Didn't the Humans have any security at all?
She had found a large room in the complex that had puzzled her at first. Multiple screens with odd, primitive seeming mechanical interfaces of varying shapes and configurations. It had taken her a while to realize they were for entertainment. Each one seemed to be equipped with a different set of options, from simple coordination training for the young, to far more realistic variations of
... keep reading on reddit ➡I never meant to make a discovery like this. Although, I suppose no one does. The great discoveries, the ones that really change the world, are seldom the product of intentional design. Still, I wasn't expecting something quite so world-shattering to come out of what should have been a simple college assignment.
I was a psychology student before all this, trying to simply make it through my underclass years. Psychology was one of those odd majors. It straddled the fine line between art and a science, and the university program recognized that fact. On one side you had the theoretical approach to psychology, which is practically indistinguishable from sociology or philosophy. On the other side, you had the more scientific approach, which involved a rigorously physical analysis of the brain, and all the chemical reactions that went into cognition. As such, it was possible for an undergraduate to get either a bachelor of arts or a bachelor of science in psychology.
The determining factor would be your electives. If your electives were more aligned with the fine arts and social sciences, you would get your B.A. On the other hand, if you had a certain number of credits in the quote “real sciences”, your degree would be a scientific one. Which, my advisor assured me, was far more reputable and well respected. I was only three credits away, I only needed to take just one more class to graduate with, what he assured me was, a far more useful degree. His sales pitch won me over. He then handed me an oddly greasy laminated sheet enumerating all the possible science courses.
There were a few courses that fit with the rest of my schedule. One was physics, which seemed entirely too difficult to add to my already stressful final semester. Another was geology which seemed far too boring. The last was Intro to Astronomy. Which immediately piqued my interest.
I had always liked looking up at the stars, even as a kid. I remember laying out in the backyard on warm summer’s nights. Our whole family would spread out on the grass and look up at the sky. My father would point out the stars and constellations, and tell us their names, and how far away they were. My mother would tell us the myths and legends associated with each object and delight my brother and I with stories of gods and monsters.
The first few weeks of class were harder than I expected. There were so many niche terms and oddly specific jargon that we had to memorize and regurgitate. Most of our work wa
... keep reading on reddit ➡The most powerful of all giant-kind, the Storm Giant is an immense being that towers over almost all others. They sit at the top of the giant hierarchy, whether that be one based on strength or the god-ordained Ordning that appears in some worlds. While they weren’t part of the first released giants in the White Box Set of Dungeons & Dragons, their hold over all other giants secures their position as the greatest of their kind.
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>No. Appearing: 1-8 > >Armor Class: 4 > >Move: 15 > >Hit Dice: 15 > >% in Lair: 30% > >No. of Attacks: 1 > >Damage/Attack: 7-42 > >Treasure: 5,000 G.P. + Type E; All Variable
The Storm Giant doesn’t appear until Supplement I: Greyhawk (1975), a full year after the other giants appeared in the original three-book set in Volume 2: Monsters & Treasure (1974). Storm Giants still follow the basics of all giants, though there are some interesting things that we will point out. First, all giants are treated as mobile light catapults with a 20’ range, we talked about this before when we did our deep dive on the frost giant, but just as a reminder, this simply means that they are going to be able to throw rocks at you from very far away, and they aren’t rooted to a single spot, hence the mobile part of their name.
If having rocks and other projectiles chucked at your head doesn’t seem like a great idea, and it isn’t, you might decide it would be better to charge in like a real hero. If you get into a fight with a giant, you should be aware that due to the enormous size of giants, they tend to wield enormous weapons. This means that when they hit you with a club, they are dealing two dice of damage instead of only one dice, so a club in their hands will deal 2d6 instead of just 1d6. Of course, the Storm Giant is quite special and far more powerful than a simple giant and deals 3d6 + 3 damage, so you should probably just accept that you are going to die.
Let’s say that somehow you can deplete the Storm Giants 15 hit dice, what rewards might you earn? A Storm Giant typically carries about 5,000 gold pieces on them and there is a 20% chance they have up to 24 pieces of jewelry, a 30% chance they have any 3 magic items, and a single spell scroll. They, like all giants, typically carry all of this wonderful loot in a shoulder bag, which has to be quite the prize if you somehow survive being crushed and horribly mangled by a giant.
Like a
... keep reading on reddit ➡At first glance, this land is nothing special. It doesn’t have gorgeous landscapes. The sunsets are average. It’s really just a strip of land with a field and some forest and some hills. We have solar showers that are icy cold on cloudy days. There are exactly eight flushing toilets in a single building near the camp store. Everyone that doesn’t want to walk twenty minutes or more gets porta-potties. There’s spigots with potable water, but that is the extent of the amenities.
‘Primitive campsite’ really does mean primitive.
My name is Kate. I run a private campground. Or at least… I did.
If you need to know what happened before this, look here. If you’re new here, please. Start at the beginning. And if you’re totally lost, this might help.
This land has been in my family since the day it was settled. We passed it down and while the chain of succession wasn’t entirely parent to child for the entire way, it still stayed in the hands of those that share the same bloodline. We prided ourselves on our ownership of this land, as we were first the major landowners in the area, and later as the holders of the campground that brought so much economic prosperity to this tiny speck of a town.
We were masters of the land. This is what we thought. Petty bureaucratic masters, perhaps, balancing budgets and weighing our decisions in terms of profit, but the land was ours.
I wonder if the land has owned us all this time. It took its due in pounds of flesh and liters of blood spilled in the desolate places of the forest. Most of the time that was taken from the visitors to our land, though I have done what I could to alleviate the cost to them. But I think the forest wanted - demanded - the blood of my family above all.
I was born already marked for death. Beau said it took the form of a crown of teeth, a mark that only other inhuman creatures could see.
He too had a claim. I guess I was naïve, thinking that I could choose on my terms when that debt would be called. It never is like that. We’re never ready for the day.
I was left badly shaken by my last encounter with the beast. The rules are changing along with the land, but this was all too much. It felt too abrupt. I wasn’t re
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About an hour later Simon found himself sitting in a car, being driven somewhere to the northern part of the city. As the driver valiantly fought traffic throwing curses at everyone, the passenger watched the river lazily make its way north. The man tried to remember everything the good doctor had told him about the invaders and started preparing himself for all eventualities. The brand new telescopic baton, requisitioned from the security office, sat nicely in the inside pocket, while his documents and phone sat on the other side.
Yet Simon felt as if something was still missing something important. He rested his face in his hands and finally realised what was wrong. His hand shot up to the mirror to take a good look at himself for the first time in a few weeks. The man in the mirror looked like a barely alive version of himself. Heavy bags under the eyes, skin an unhealthy tone, a few stitches on the temple from his fall and total lack of hair. The last one was the most shocking as he didn't remember having it cut or the doctor mentioning it.
'Never mind everything else, I look like a corpse. I wonder how much my muscle mass deteriorated in the hospital?' He thought as he stepped out of the car and weakly made his way towards the building. He opened the door and stood face to face with an alien.
Or, more accurately, his face to mask, as the giant being, while crouching was his height. Simon's eyes were immediately glued to the mask and some sort of weapon in her hands as he started analytically going over the uniform. A black skin tight suit with a lot of empty attachment points indicated a soldier without a full kit. A pouch about the size of a Human tablet hung from her waist on one side, and a yellow coloured taser of all things was in a holster on the other.
She slowly rose to her full height, towering over the already tall man. Her arm made its way to the pouch and she fished out a device looking just like an oversized smartphone. She spoke into it in a weird language and after a moment a synth
... keep reading on reddit ➡Secret societies of human psychics called greys and invading aliens, aka what happens when the Shil'vati recruit the grain of truth behind the human myths of vampires and sorcerers.
Lets see if anyone can guess what sci-fi the Armourers son took inspiration for the Exo wrecker from
And yes Edgar is channelling Yuri Orlov
Part forty-two: Stunned silence
Edgar had been teaching their prisoner a little bit of earths grey history, The sorcerers of Temujin, the bloody battles of Vlad the Impaler, and others notable aspects of his kind’s secret history.
He had confessed that his people knew how to synthetically grow the metal demonstrating that the short sword he carried was what he called a devil blade able to create a plasma sheath around the living metal blade to aid its cutting potential.
He even explained that they had found uses for it in powering Exo armour starship’s and weapons.
They were all awaiting the transfer to a ship bound to Ahriman while inside the military shipyard’s brig, apparently the military had finally pulled its finger out and was sending a crew to begin assisting the engineers and perform a thorough examination to ease the fears of the generals and admirals about the Draculesti
“So where does the name Drake come from.”
“Oh that, it means a male duck,” he said imagining such an animal for her to see in his mind, “but it was chosen more due to our tribe living in England at the time and its phonetic similarity to our old family name Draculesti or rather the house of the dragon, a Wallachian noble house founded by one Vlad Dracul or rather Vlad the dragon, Vlad Tepes one of his sons is the one I told you of earlier known on earth as Vlad the Impaler.”
“You are descended from this Impaler warlord.” She said cocking up an eyebrow in surprise.
“The earliest clearly recorded history we have of our tribe is as the siege breaking sorcerers of the great khan Temujin, we were called at that time the tribe of the dragon when his conquest reached the lands of Romania, they recognised it through the ancestral memory as being very similar to the lands of the first elder and possibly close to our people’s birthplace so as the Mongol army retreated a gr
... keep reading on reddit ➡Pressure-Induced Anti-Tonal Properties of the Common Manmer - A Summary
The Firsthold Institute of Racial Studies
4E 188
The Common Manmer, also known as the Breton, is a species of Man whose study must be approached with caution. Manmer had caused significant catastrophes in the past, be it willingly or by blunder, and should not be underestimated as just another undesirable pest species. Much like the Nord or the Yokudan, the Manmer can be a dangerous adversary, but with a surprisingly developed sense for tactics, and, for Men, an above average affinity for the arcane. Previous research of our institute suggests that extermination will not be easy.
However, Manmer may yet to prove valuable as a servant class, before their existence is concluded. Not because they have any particular trait associated with servitude - in fact, they are considered quite lazy and frail by contemporary Dunmer sources - but because of the single trait this study focused on.
The Common Manmer, or at least a statistically significant part of their population, has the capacity to generate a strong, but highly localised Anti-Tonal field. This ability is attested in only a few obscure historical sources, but in very unrefined terms, so our archivists recommended that the Institute performs a proper scientific inquiry on the matter.
Our hypothesis was as follows: “The Common Manmer can negate, reflect, or absorb large amounts of magicka when faced with danger, for a limited time.”
Our methodology was to take a target group of a hundred Manmer subjects, captured by our justiciars during religious purges in High Rock, and a control group of the same number, consisting of other species of Man, captured mainly in other provinces of the Mede Empire. Of particular interest were also six first generation Mer/Man half-breeds, part of the control group.
Each subject underwent a series of tests, consisting usually of magicka-induced stress. Our observations of the results focused on the general emotional state of the subjects, level of perceived danger, and arcanometric readings on our scrying implements. The tests were:
- Streams of Frostbite being cast at a subject, while they were chained to the wall
- Streams of Frostbite being cast at a subject, while they could move freely in the cell
- Subject being forced to walk through a corridor with Shock Runes cast on the floor, with increasing intensity
- Subject being locked in a small room with a non-h
It's time to meet the gang! Well, some of them. Hope everybody enjoys the holidays with the ones they care about. Same disclaimer, I'm no pro, tell me if I write bad, etc, etc
Chapter 3
Standing awkwardly on the other side of the interior airlock, Specialist Rowan Taylor struggled to find any meaningful layout of the craft they found themself aboard. Several stressful moments stretched past them as they found every attempt to request information from the Holy Mother’s Directive’s summarily denied. Finally throwing their hands up in frustration, Rowan muttered obscenities towards gods and men. Shouldering their duffel before scooping up a hardcase container, they ambled awkwardly down the sole passageway available to them.
Meandering slowly through the passageway, it occurred to Specialist Taylor that maybe the onboard VI, if it was in fact a VI, would be able to help. “Uh, computer? I need to report to the commanding officer on duty. Any, uhm, assistance, would be highly appreciated.”
With a soft tone chiming directly overhead, a disembodied voice spoke. [Specialist Rowan Taylor, you are to report to Medical at your earliest convenience. Debrief will occur after you have been given a full physical and had your possessions stowed in your crew quarters. Do you require running lights to illuminate your way?]
“Uh, yeah, that’d be great. Thanks, magic voice lady.” Chuckling quietly like they’d told the universe’s greatest joke, Specialist Taylor made their way confidently now down the passageway, following the soft glow of blue lights embedded in the deck plating.
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After softly knocking, Rowan sagged against the bulkhead opposite of the door labeled Medical. Several moments passed, before the door glided open, revealing a squat, half-meter creature garbed in a white smock, seemingly glaring up at Specialist Taylor under the thickest eyebrows this side of the galaxy.
“Ah, but you’d be our newest arrival, hm? Can’t have you lollygagging in the passageway, now can we, hm? Come in, come in, let’s get your physical out of the way so we can get you checked into your crew quarters, hm?”
The fuzzy squirrel man, Rowan recalled, was a Rhithem. The only thing Specialist Taylor could recall was
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I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
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Streetfighter [Chapter 24] Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do and Liver blows
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Ip man stepped into the ring, under the watchful gaze of the crowd. Amidst the horde of aliens and humans, two pairs of eyes paid close attention. Vish’Nu and Alistair were both heavily invested in this fight, for two reasons. For Vish’Nu, it was to learn about human combat sports and martial arts, to see how a good fighter would really be able to shape up to the finest of the Shil’vati marines.
For Alistair? It was just about making sure his friend didn’t act like a fucking goofball and lose the fight. To ensure his Jeet Kune Do would really shine through, letting him completely dominate the fight. However, Alistair knew Ip Man was a much more passive fighter than an aggressive one, considering he’s fighting against a much taller and heavier opponent, he was very very curious to see how he would handle himself in a good manner.
However, this was unknown to Ip man as he cleared his mind. He exhaled and inhaled, waiting for the fight to begin. He got into his standard JKD stance, deciding to forgo defence for mobility. He got into a southpaw stance, using one of the many stances taught in JKD, the Bai Jong stance.
This sacrificed defence for mobility and could only be used efficiently by one with incredibly fast reflexes and speed. However, considering Ip man was facing against a Shil’vati? There was a net advantage for going for this stance, considering the Shil had poor reflexes, compared to a human anyway.
The Bai Jong stance was simple, letting your lead hand, the right rest low, with the elbow turned outward towards your opponent. It was very similar to the Detroit style used in boxing, otherwise known as the Philly shell or the “Hitman” style. The key difference is that one keeps the rear hand close to one’s chin, turning the palm parallel to the collar bone. This makes it easier to fire quick shots with the left hand.
This style was purely offensive, with the
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𝓥𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪, 𝟏𝟖𝟑𝟓
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A trio of children no older than ten roam the city park, eager to avoid the orphanage monitors. They pick up stones and sticks to throw at the lynched body of a dead man hung from an old willow tree. A cardboard sign titled, ‘Think On Your Sins' is draped around his pale neck.
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Lit only by a single lantern out in the outskirts of the city gates, a beaten and bruised priest shovels his own grave as several other figures lurk in the shadows, watching. He begs for his life. Of course, it doesn’t work. He’s a defiler. The church can’t protect him here.
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The belltower signals the Witching Hour as the barriers between realms thin at nightfall. People flock to safety, barkeeps close their doors, mothers sing soothing hymns to their children. There is only fear as the Lamplighters walk the streets.
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A brute is at the top of a hill, paying his respects to a gravestone. He gingerly places flowers at the stone’s base, replacing the decaying bundles. He knows he is surrounded by Bluecoat coppers, and that this confrontation was inevitable. With one hand on his dagger hilt, and a breech pistol in the other, the man decides today would be a good day to die on his terms.
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In a dark alleyway, an embezzler puts up his arms in surrender, pleading. Two men in leather overcoats step forward and hold him down to stick a shiv into his armpit to show the fruits of his labor. No one steals from The Subrosa.
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A massive trawler ship glides across the mirror of the seas, for the waves have some bite tonight. Powered by a fervent engine and a weary crew, they have finally found their prey: a massive sea serpent lurking beneath depths. The captain orders the hooks and harpoons to be deployed immediately. It shall be a bloodbath of epic proportions.
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The older brother had enough of his younger siblings' antics, yet he agreed to follow her anyway into the depths of the thicket. She led him to the edge of a lake, and pointed to the ghostly apparition floating above the lake, wrapped in a ethereal wedding dress. It turns its featureles
