Motaz posted a 22 minute video and here’s the takeaways:
- north Gaza is being heavily bombed. There are estimates say one person is killed every five (5) minutes.
- new massacre in jabalia, many killed with no media coverage (2 journalists were injured this morning.)
- no connection or food in the north, no food, only aid since the last pause
- Motaz has not showered for six days and others haven’t showered for weeks
- in two days, one Israeli drone came to Motaz’s home (and other houses) and it was able to kill and shoot
- there’s no food
- “you are waiting to die. This is what Gazans still alive now do. You are waiting to be killed,”
- everyday it gets worse
- aid does enter Gaza, but it is not enough. Israel won’t let a large amount enter.
- “you can’t help us, I’m sorry you can’t help us, you can’t do anything”
- he denied an interview from CNN since he does not want to be judged by people.
- “if you are human, you will share the videos, but don’t tell us you did something for us.”
- he works for UNRWAUSA, and those are the only people he trusts.
- people have been blaming him for not “doing enough/sharing enough”
- one thing in Arabic he says is “The death of Palestinians is easier than drinking water.”
- video linked here
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Trail of Blood with Weapon? Bonus points if it shows a bit of what Weapon’s abilities actually are
Takes place after "Force Feeding" but before the main storyline.
CW: blood, gore, amputations, minor character death, conditioned whumpee, it as a pronoun, internalized dehumanization, living weapon whumpee, implied minor whumpee
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“Weapon is in position. All handlers, stand behind the Weapon,” Command’s voice came crisp and clear through the Weapon’s earpiece.
It flexed its fingers, taking advantage of the momentary freedom of movement. Its mitts were only taken off for demonstrations; as soon as it had fulfilled its purpose, the mitts would be put on again. ‘Like the safety on a gun,’ a handler had once called it.
“Weapon. Fire.”
It raised its hands, palms extended towards the building in front of it.
A second later, the screams started.
This was a larger demonstration than it had done before. Previously, it had demonstrated its powers on prisoners brought into the compound. Now, though, Command wanted to demonstrate its ability to neutralize enemy agents while leaving infrastructure intact.
Meaning the Weapon had to focus its powers to disintegrate biomatter only.
It lowered its hands after a long moment, breaths coming slightly faster from the exertion. The building was still intact, so that objective was achieved. The objective in question was the elimination of the targets inside.
Surely that had been enough? If nothing else, the screaming had stopped.
“Hold position. Scanning for bio-signs,” Command’s voice came again.
Behind it, the handlers shifted uneasily. They had gotten increasingly disturbed by the Weapon as its demonstrations grew in scale.
A different voice came through the comm. “There’s still one bio-sign inside the structure, sir.”
“Handlers, escort the Weapon. Weapon, eliminate the remaining threat.”
The Weapon gave a short hum of acknowledgement and held back a wince. Even though it had been weeks since the surgery to place its communication device, its throat still operated at less than maximum efficiency when it made vocalizations.
Slowly, the Weapon entered the building with its handlers barely a pace behind. It recalled the schematics for the structure and began to clear it room by room as it had been trained.
It didn’t take much searching to find the surviving hostile. Their trail was easy to follow, given that it was marked in blood.
The trail began as mere drops, but quickly grew. The Weapon walked, trying to avoid the blood. Despite its attempts, its shoes were soon soaked in the liquid. It swallowed down bile at the subtle squish beneath its feet as it continued walking.
It knew from its training that the human body contained approximately ten pints of blood. But it was one thing to know that fact in the abstract, and another to be confronted with the truth of it in viscous puddles.
The trail changed again, now smeared across the floor as though something had been dragged through it. The Weapon didn’t understand why until it reached the end of the trail, and the woman who had made it.
The woman’s legs were gone. Her thighs ended in ragged stumps. Only one arm remained intact, with the other ending just below the elbow.
Seeing the woman’s blistered, peeling skin, the blood smeared across her arms, her belly, her thighs, the Weapon realized what must have happened. Wherever she had been when it began its attack, she had avoided most of its power. Most— but not all. As she tried to escape, more and more of her had disintegrated until she was forced to drag herself along with what remained of her limbs.
Behind the Weapon, one of the handlers let out a string of curses in a prayerful tone. Another retched softly.
Seeing this woman, the Weapon couldn’t help but wonder what she had done to deserve this. It knew such thoughts were detrimental to its functionality, but… it failed to see any malice in her frightened eyes.
“No,” she whispered. “Please, no. Kid, please, please…”
It couldn’t allow itself to be swayed by such displays. It was deployed to ensure the safety and security of all lawful citizens of this nation. It wouldn’t have been deployed against this woman unless she posed a threat.
She wouldn’t survive anyway, either. Not with the blood she’d lost. The least it could do was ensure her death was swift, rather than drawn out.
It raised its hands again.
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One thing I'm kind of obsessed with that nobody ever mentions is how Oz's cure was literally the complete opposite of a cure. It straight up just made it worse.
Like yes, he's free of the full moon. With the side effect of being at risk of wolfing out at literally any time if he gets too upset. Three nights a month where loss of control is certain, but predictable. Or the possibility of loss of control anywhere, at any time of day or night, should life happen to throw him too big a curveball.
What Oz gained was nothing but the illusion of control. The possibility that he might never lose control again, if he can keep a hold on his emotions at all times and avoid overwhelming physical pain. But that's kind of impossible?
Life is life. Sometimes it sucks. Hard. No matter how calm and collected you are, no matter how much therapy you get, no matter how much meditation you do - there's always going to be something that gets under your skin.
It kind of says a lot about Oz's character that he went for the option that was worse, but provided a feeling of being in control.
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People who are tough on crime are such hypocrites. Through their policies they have actually created a class of people who are freely allowed to commit rampant crime: law enforcement. Police officers and prison guards are allowed to commit acts of brutality with impunity.
It’s as though the goodness or badness of cops and robbers are immutable properties of each. A cop can’t be a criminal and a criminal can’t be a cop; the categories are mutually exclusive.
This plus the idea that bad people deserve anything that comes to them means that “tough on crime” agendas again and again give cops the right to infringe on civil liberties; it really is a war on crime, complete with a constant state of emergency. The rhetoric is so strong that these people fail to see how their policies have legalized murder. If you want to find a serial killer, don’t look at the mentally ill—look at your own police force. If you’re someone who wants to hurt people, all you need to do is become a cop.
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