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What would have happened had I stopped my car?
There’s a TL;DR at the end, though I definitely recommend reading the story to its entirety to get a better picture. To preface this, I love to drive. Like, hours-long drives to nowhere with no destination in mind, just me, my music, and the road ahead of me. Living in Nebraska, I’d often take back roads or lonely highways cutting through the countryside to small towns and eventually cities, and I’d usually take these drives at night since there was less traffic to worry about. I’ve done it since I’ve had my license foufive years ago, and I’ve never once had any sort of issue, nor have I ever run into any trouble. That was, until a few nights ago. For reference, I’m a relatively small 22 year old female, and as I’ve stated before I often take these drives completely and utterly alone. They’re a good way to clear my head when I’m stressed, upset, or overwhelmed, or for me to get a plan together to sort personal issues out. I’ve also done these long and lonely drives to get away from the toxicity of my household when I used to live with my parents as a means of coping with their alcoholism, though now that I’ve moved out and am in a much better place mentally I don’t really have the urge to get in my car and just drive anymore. However on the night this event took place I was feeling pretty overwhelmed, stressed, and anxious with a clusterfuck of personal issues I’d rather not get into. I felt restless and irritable around my boyfriend, couldn’t focus on anything else, and decided I would take a drive to clear my head. My boyfriend was understanding and told me to be careful and to not be gone for too terribly long, since it was getting pretty late. I agreed, gave him a kiss goodbye, and left. I drove around our city for about thirty minutes, but I was still feeling on-edge about everything transpiring in my personal life so I decided to drive further north down those familiar, dark, winding one-lane highways. I kept the car at a steady 65 MPH, taking the turns at a slower pace in case a deer jumped out around the bend and was just admiring the vast empty darkness of the snow-capped fields and barren trees. It was honestly a bit creepy being all alone with no cars in sight, in seemingly the middle of nowhere, the few houses miles back from the road lightless and the dead cornfields withered away and covered in the snow. It was like something out of a horror movie, and I half-expected to see a ghost pop up in my rear-view mirror or see someone clamber out from the patches of trees dotting the horizon. The only light came from my headlights, and even then I still strained to see through the inky darkness of the night. By now it was just after 11, and I told myself that once I made the familiar roundabout that would either take you to a small town or back up towards the city, I would head back to the city and home. That roundabout was still maybe 15-25 minutes away, but other than my imagination picturing the worst I wasn’t really all that concerned. I mean, I was by myself. I didn’t have any other motorists to worry about, right? Wrong. As I’m rounding another bend, I notice a vehicle with its hazards flashing maybe a quarter of a mile or something away from me. It was some sort of sedan, dark colored, and was angled to where only part of it was on the shoulder while the rest was jutted out onto the road, like they had to pull over in a hurry but didn’t quite manage to do that. The driver’s side door was flung wide open, and as I slowed my vehicle down and angled it towards the opposite side of the road to pass I could make out what looked like maybe blood on the inside of the open door. I didn’t see anyone on the road or in the car, and I was the only motorist in sight. Cell phone reception is spotty at best in this part of the country, but more often than not you couldn’t get reception no matter how hard you prayed, which was definitely the case when I took a glance at my phone to see if I had any service. So, a lone female on the road, at night, pulling up near a vacant vehicle that looks like someone had been attacked on the inside, with no cell service. Now, I’m no dummy. I’ve watched countless episodes of Investigation Discovery and Criminal Minds and read far too many true crime books to know that this had “bad” and “danger” written all over it. But there was still a small part of me that worried something terrible had happened to whoever was in that vehicle, and I thought I needed to help. These roads don’t get a lot of traffic late at night, and temperatures were well below freezing. If someone were hurt or in trouble, there was no one and nothing else to help them but me. Still, I erred on the side of caution. I was still driving my car, though a bit more slowly, and as I approached the vehicle I rolled down my passenger window a bit, shut off the music, and called out. “Hey! Anyone there? Are you okay?” I didn’t hear a response. I worried they were passed out somewhere, but I wasn’t about to get out and look for them. I told myself I’d call out one last time, and if I didn’t hear anything I would leave and the moment there was reception I’d call it in. And if I did hear someone, well, I’d figure out my next course of action then. So, again I shout, “Hey! What happened? Are you okay?” There was silence for a beat, and then I heard rustling in the shadows of the trees, followed by a gruff voice saying, “Yeah.” I was relieved at first, and was about to say something in response or possibly even stop my car and get out, when I noticed three things nearly simultaneously; As I inched my way past the front of the sedan, I noticed there was no damage to the hood or anywhere else on the vehicle, which I found to be strange considering the blood on the inside of the door. In my rear view mirror, I caught a glance of someone coming out from behind the sedan and they were making their way towards my car, fast. The person did not have any blood on them or appeared injured in any way, wearing a mask —not like a face mask for COVID or a ski mask or anything normal, but one of those masks you would see in the Purge movies, and they were holding something in their hand. I don’t know what it was, I couldn’t get a good look, but from its length and shape my guess was maybe a tire iron or a crowbar or something. I don’t need to tell you that I slammed on the gas the moment I noticed those things and drove like a bat straight out of hell, my heart thundering in my chest and my entire body shaking. My window was still rolled down in my haste and the music was still shut off so I could very clearly hear someone, definitely a man, shouting at me, though I had no clue what they were saying. I just knew I had to get out of there immediately. I stole one last look in my rear view mirror as I drove away, mostly to see if they were getting in their sedan to follow chase or if they had stopped. The man with the weapon was still standing in the middle of the road watching me, and right before I looked away from the mirror I saw a second man emerge from the trees that had been rustling earlier, also wearing one of those creepy masks and no trace of blood on him. I probably broke every law for speeding that night, but I wanted to get as far away from those men as possible. As soon as I made it to the roundabout, I turned towards town, parked in the Walmart parking lot that thankfully still had cars from who I assumed were workers closing up shop, and proceeded to have a full-on meltdown. When I could pull myself together, I called one of my friends, T, who was a police officer to tell him what happened and what I should do. He was concerned for me and after asking if I was okay, where I was, did they follow me, etc., he told me since it was out of city limits he couldn’t do much on his end but he could get in contact with the local police/sheriff in that jurisdiction to take my statement and check it out. I agreed, thanked him, and while I waited for police to show up I called my boyfriend. Through my hysterical sobs and panic I managed to tell him what happened not even ten or so minutes ago. He was, as you could imagine, super freaked for my safety and wanted me to either come home immediately or drive down himself to take me home. I told him the police were on their way to take my statement so I couldn’t leave and that I was okay, but I stayed on the phone with him until I saw the familiar police cruisers pulling into the lot. I gave the police my statement and they assured me they would go back to the spot I told them the sedan had been to take a look and that they would try to catch the guys who did it, though with no cameras, and no description of the men I wasn’t sure they’d be able to. I didn’t even get the license plate number, though at the time of my panic the thought never came to mind until the police were asking if I got it. All they had to go off of was a dark-colored sedan and two guys with masks. After I gave my statement I went home and stayed curled up close to my boyfriend the whole night, listening to every sound the house made in fear it would be those guys arriving any minute to finish whatever it was they started. Since the incident I haven’t heard back from police about whether or not they have any leads, and I’m not sure they ever will. I’m just thankful I’m still here and that I didn’t stop my car or get out. I’m not sure what would’ve become of me if I had. I still have so many questions that have no answers. What were they doing? Why? Was that blood on the inside of the car, or just a ruse to get more attention? If it was really blood, did they hurt someone else? What would’ve happened to me if I had stopped my car? Needless to say, I won’t be going on anymore late night drives to anywhere, and I hope I never cross paths with those freaks again. TL;DR: Man comes out from behind an abandoned sedan wearing a mask and comes racing towards my car when I slowed down to see if someone needed help, and a second man wearing a mask came out of the trees as I drove away.
Starship won’t launch people this year, but could it house them on orbit instead?
Something that recently crossed my mind (again) was the whole “when will Starship fly people” discussion. To me the answer is simple: whenever NASA and the FAA consider it a safe and reliable enough vehicle to do so, which even if Spacex further accelerates the already mind-numbingly fast pace of the Starship program, definitely will not be this year, considering it will take dozens of launches and landings before crewed flight will (or should) be considered, maybe as many as a hundred (meaning we’re talking late 2022 at the absolute earliest, and even that would be an historic achievement and require virtually no failures or setbacks). So no, Starship 100% will not be taking off with people on board this year, and this is coming from someone who would take a bet that Starship will have reached orbit by this year’s halfway point (1st of July). However, something that I haven’t seen brought up on this subreddit (though perhaps I just missed it) is that crewed spaceflight doesn’t require a crewed launch, at least not necessarily on the same vehicle, and Spacex is uniquely positioned to make use of this thanks to their prior contracts with NASA. The Crew Dragon vehicle has now been certified by both NASA and the FAA to launch, fly, re-enter and land with people on board. Is it really that big a stretch for Spacex to put one or two docking or berthing ports on the side of a Starship and dock a crewed Dragon to it by the end of this year? I really don’t think it is. Here’s how I see it happening: Spacex would offer NASA the deal of a lifetime. shortly after reaching orbit with SN15 or whichever it will be, they will build a crewed version of Starship with as much redundancy crammed into it as they can: 10+ tonnes of reserve food on board, 10+ tonnes of reserve water, lots of back-up air and air scrubbers, radiation shielding and a bunch of batteries with some deployable solar panels. None of this needs to be high-tech or highly efficient either, it just needs to sufficiently reassure NASA that their astronauts will not run out of power, air, water or food under any realistic circumstances. The Starship will have no heat shield to save mass and to allow two redundant and separate docking ports, one on each side of the ship. It might have an airlock or it might not, depending on what NASA prefers: all the life support systems should be accessible from the inside besides the solar panels, and an airlock is an inherent weak point in a pressurised vehicle, so I’m not sure whether they would rather have it or not. I don’t think that massive window will be there though. Really hope I’m wrong, but NASA probably has a thing or two to say about that. The big win for NASA would be that they get at least 50 tonnes of mass to play with for scientific and industrial equipment depending on how heavy Spacex’s (deliberately) over-built life support system is and how much mass Spacex would want to keep for their own tests and experiments. I imagine Spacex would want to test all sorts of devices like ovens, zero-g washing machines, large-scale zero-g food production, solar storm shelters etc. If I’m not mistaken though even 50 tonnes would be the most mass NASA has been able to send up in one launch since skylab, and if a single crewed Starship does indeed have the pressurised volume it is expected to have then this would also be the second-biggest and second-heaviest space station ever, easily beating Skylab and Mir in both counts and being not that far behind the ISS in terms of shear volume. If Spacex felt like it they could even sweeten the deal by making the whole thing free from NASA’s point of view; a free launch of dozens of tonnes of scientific equipment followed by a free Falcon 9 + Crew Dragon flight to it would (you’d think) be a very hard deal for NASA to turn down, provided Spacex keeps everything as safe as possible. For Spacex it seems like a no-brainer: the total cost of a single Starship and a single falcon 9 launch is probably under a 100 million dollars, and they only really throw away a second stage to do this. $50-$100 million is a lot to you and me, but not to Elon. Obviously any such offer would not be taken seriously until Starship has reached orbit, but when it does I don’t see what objections NASA could have (again, assuming safety has been properly taken care of) that outweigh the positives. NASA already trusts Spacex to get their crews to and from a space station alive, which one can argue is harder than keeping them alive on one; yes the time spans are longer on a station, but a capsule is much more mass-constrained, has to survive a much wider range of environments and is not (effectively) at rest. It seems a much smaller leap then going from cargo to crew dragon was. I won’t bother with a timeline (my best guesstimate would be q4 this year), but the chronological order would go something like this: -Starship reaches orbit -Spacex makes the offer to NASA -Spacex starts building this first livable Starship before getting an answer. (“If you don’t want to, fine, we can just as easily ask ESA, JAXA or even China for astronauts, and we can legally launch them on dragon.”) -Someone (probably NASA) makes a long list of safety requirements that this Starship must have in terms of life support. Spacex accepts and a contract is signed. -Spacex builds this Starship a bit more slowly and carefully to ensure it meets all the criteria. Musk tweets it will take two weeks to make, every expert says it will take six months, it ends up taking around a month. -Spacex launches this Starship into LEO and proceeds to carefully drain and depressurise the tanks (no reason not to get rid of that safety hazard if your orbit is high enough) and deploys the solar panels. -Spacex and NASA (let’s be real it will almost certainly be them) then wait several weeks to see if there is any drop in pressure, if the solar panels and batteries are working as predicted, if the life support system functions as designed and so on and so on. -If both are happy with what they see, the crew will launch on a Dragon capsule and enter LEO. -After a final Starship and Dragon check, they will dock. The mission will be simple: perform the experiments that NASA and Spacex want done, and monitor the Starship’s systems. It’s supposed to require almost no effort to keep working properly, so let’s see how well Spacex’s design performs when put to the test for real. If anyone involved (Spacex, NASA or the astronauts) sees something wrong, the crew will immediately enter the dragon capsule and run a systems check. If anyone involved sees something that is wrong and could threaten the safety of the crew, the crew will immediately enter the dragon capsule and decouple from the Starship. If it’s a false alarm or a fixable problem, they will return. If it’s something serious, they will put on their suits, spend a few hours (or days, depending on the timing) in orbit before re-entering and splashing down just like they would when coming back from an ISS mission. If neither of the above happen, then they can stay on board for quite some time. The maximum length that makes sense to me would be nine months: that’s about as long as the longest practical earth-to-mars or mars-to-earth flight, and NASA probably wouldn’t want as many as four astronauts getting any more muscle and bone degradation than they have to, so I doubt that they would want a longer stay either. If both sides are up for it, they could send the next crew dragon with up to four astronauts to this “Starstation” (anyone got a better name?) a week before the first one is supposed to leave and see how Spacex’s life support systems handle a crew of up to eight: more data = more better right? To get a (hopefully) productive discussion going, I’d like to ask you three questions: 1: Do you agree with this scheme, or did I miss something crucial? 2: What would NASA say and do if Spacex made this offer? 3: What will be the biggest obstacles to making this happen?
[HEL-Verse] Still Untitled Spinoff Story [Chapters 1-3]
Happy Lunar New Year's eve to all my readers who are celebrating and feasting! Some notes for clarity on today's post... ----- Q: What is this story? A: This is a spinoff that I have been dabbling around with for the last few months on and off, based on the events of a commission from last January: The First Juggernaut ----- Q: Why haven't I seen this story before if the 4th chapter is releasing today? A: This story falls under the category of "one shots", which is content made available, at least initially, only to certain subscribers of my patreon. I am making prior chapters available to everyone today both on my patreon and below. ----- Q: I am a patron, where can I read the latest installment in the untitled goose snake saga? A: I will be posting it to patreon shortly after finishing this post and I will link it at the bottom of this chapter. ----- Q: I am a patron, why can't I read the latest chapter? A: Latest installment is available to anyone supporting me to the tune of $10/month or greater. As with the prior chapters, chapter 4 will eventually be released to the public. ----- Q: Is this considered canon for HEL Jumper purposes? A: Yes, unless something explicitly conflicts with the HEL Jumper in which case I made an oopsie. ----- Q: Who is Drake and what is this snake of which you speak? A: Read on to find out! ----- Chapter 1 September 17th 2035, Human Dreadnought HMV Resplendent Dawn, Shuttle Bay “Mr. Thane! Good of you to join us here in Udanis. How was your journey? Uneventful I hope,” the incredibly tall, dark-skinned man called out across the cavernous metal room. Delta Division shuttles could be seen darting in and out of the space almost constantly, ferrying goods and personnel between the dreadnoughts, cruisers, destroyers, and support ships that currently made up humanity’s presence in what was, effectively, a star-system wide DMZ declared by the Ghaelen and enforced by humans. Unable to stomach the reality of warfare in hostile conditions against even more hostile foes, the ‘space elk’ presence had long since fled the system. Taking his bearings, the stockier, tanned individual with unkempt black hair and a civilian’s uniform nodded to the approaching figure. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Rear Admiral. Until just now I didn’t even know the identity of my destination. Though I understand the need for secrecy now that I’m here. Drake Thane, it’s a pleasure.” The two men engaged in a firm handshake, the squeeze of the palm a tried and true test of such men. Beta Division did not have many Admirals, and Udanis did not have many civilians. “You’ll have to forgive Admiral Freidrich, but our resident Juggernaut seems to be giving him the runaround again. Victory will go to a young woman’s head though, won’t it?” the taller man laughed. “I am Rear Admiral Natori Kaczynski, at your service. And yes, that is a Beta Division insignia. Though perhaps you might be able to appreciate such a thing? After all, Delta called you out here too, didn’t they?” “With all due respect Rear Admiral, I don’t even know why I’m here,” Thane replied. “Only that the pay is better than the FBI was offering.” “Mmm, significantly better I’d suspect. The HEL does have its means,” Natori agreed. “Right this way then, Mr. Thane. Perhaps you’ll understand better once you’re brought up to speed. Ah, how rude of me!” the Rear Admiral suddenly exclaimed as though set upon by a novel idea. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?” “I indulged in a ‘final meal’ on the transport, sir. But thank you,” Drake replied. Natori cast a knowing smile his way. “Very good then. I see you packed light so let’s head to the nearest briefing room then. Mary?” ‘How may I be of assistance, Rear Admiral Kaczynski?’ the ship’s VI requested. “Has a briefing room been set aside for Mr. Thane’s arrival?” ‘Yes sir, forwarding the location to you now.’ “Useful little tool, isn’t she?” Natori asked as he turned on his heel and led Drake straight in the opposite direction down the corridor. “I’m only familiar with the civilian models, sir. The US government hasn’t gotten around to upgrading its systems yet.” “Surprising absolutely no one, but perhaps we should be thankful,” Kaczynski suggested as he turned a corner and carried on, saluting various soldiers and support personnel as they moved at a leisurely pace. “Were it not for the bureaucratic incompetence of Terran governments, who would want to join the HEL?” “That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose,” Thane agreed. “And while it may not be my place Rear Admiral, isn’t playing escort below your station?” Natori looked him over with an appraising eye. “How tactful, but such is to be expected from a crisis negotiator I suppose. Allow me to assure you, Mr. Thane, the current situation is very much the concern of men like me.” ----- Over the next couple hours, seated across a polished wooden table from one another, Natori reviewed with Drake the timeline of the pacification of Udanis IV, from the discovery of life in the system in early 2035, to first contact, and eventual full blown war by the end of May of the same year. The conflict had ended on June 6th, with the first truly successful battlefield deployment of Beta and Delta division’s latest collaboration, the Juggernaut program. “So you brought me here to deal with Lieutenant Lavinaga, sir? Was it something about the, what did you call it, Queen’s nest operation? How many of those… stimulants is she still on?” “No and yes. Fortunately, Lieutenant Lavinaga is quite well,” Natori replied, reaching for the pitcher of water and glasses in the middle of the table. He unhurriedly poured for them both, and the two men paused to soothe their throats. “While it is true that you were brought here to negotiate with veterans of this conflict… perhaps it’s better that I show you. This way please,” the Rear Admiral proposed, leading Drake on a short walk that nevertheless felt like a mile. The Marines and other combat personnel he’d seen up to that point appeared to be in high spirits, already swapping stories about gallantry during the operation while reminiscing fondly about the fallen. Maybe years later they might need someone like him, but not then and not there. Eventually they arrived at their destination, given away by the fact that Natori was required to provide biometric identification in two forms as well as enter a combination PIN to pass through a set of imposing steel bulkheads. Drake recognized the area immediately as an interrogation facility, with the Rear Admiral escorting him all the way to the back. It was a cell constructed for long term confinement, and the two men found themselves alone in front of what Drake was sure was a one way mirror. The only other humans in the area were the Marine guards stationed back at the entrance. It didn’t help his nerves that they were in full armor intended for combat in hazardous environments. “Who’s on the other side of that wall, Rear Admiral?” “Not who, Mr. Thane,” Natori corrected with an unsettling fire in his eyes. “But what.” With the flick of a switch light suddenly poured through the opening, allowing Thane to see the interior of the spacious but barren room. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he whispered. “Are you mad, Rear Admiral?” “Quite, Mr. Thane. But so are most who labor for the advancement of humanity. I daresay if you accept this job you’ll be rather similar.” “I speak Farsi and Arabic, Rear Admiral. I deal with veterans of the Middle Eastern conflicts. What in God’s good name do you expect me to do with a Gorgon?!” “An excellent question!” Natori agreed. “For starters I’d like you to see if you could bring us to the point where she does not spit acid at anything that moves. The fact that they store them in the approximate location of human mammary glands lost its humor… rather quickly.” Drake swallowed heavily and took a closer look at the alien. Its entire body screamed danger to him. Natural rock-like armor covered its entire, serpentine form, which took after the Nagas or Lamias of human mythology. Her yellowish-green skin was the same color as the acidic environments of her homeworld, and her whiplike tail seemed to be constantly searching for something to coil around, or perhaps lash out at like a flail. “How long has she been here?” “Since June 7th, Mr. Thane.” “It’s been more than three months? Rear Admiral, surely this is in violation of… something!” Natori licked his lips and hung his head. “This is why we sent for you, Mr. Thane. We have tried everything, and I mean everything, to establish some sort of diplomatic relationship, or even communication. She eats heartily and tries to kill us whenever she can. She is one of the only survivors of the Queen’s nest, and we believe that such authority will be key in any sort of eventual alliance.” “You really are mad,” Thane whispered as Natori placed his hands behind his back and looked at the Gorgon. “Am I mad for seeking powerful allies for our species, Mr. Thane? The Ghaelen possess powerful technology, but the price of its acquisition was steep. We will only bring ruin to ourselves if ‘galactic policeman’ is to be our role. Let our own country’s history be an example on that matter. No, one day we will come across a challenge we cannot surmount alone. I would much prefer it if the acid spitting snake women were on our side in that event, Mr. Thane. After coming this far, I hope you’ll at least humor me.” “And Admiral Freidrich, sir?” Natori met Drake’s eyes. “Approved this operation personally, Mr. Thane.” The crisis negotiator breathed deeply and ran a hand through his mop of hair. “Just… how many people have died before me?” “None, Mr. Thane! And I have no intention of making you the first.” The civilian shot Natori a dubious look that obviously conveyed his opinion on that particular statement. “Yes well, there were a couple of men who needed emergency medical treatment and reconstructive surgery, but we have equipment that is rather resistant to Gorgon acid thanks to their sacrifices, among many others. Shall I fetch one for you?” “With all due respect, Rear Admiral-” “Ah, you know what they say about that little lead in,” Natori chuckled, the casual hand on his hip indicating he fully understood why Drake had afforded him his ‘due respect’. “Then you’ll have to consider the month-long journey to be my gesture of good faith. I’d like to see everything you have on the Gorgons, ideally in printed form. And yes, that includes the classified bits. I’ll sign whatever NDA’s you deem reasonable. And a cup of coffee… maybe two. You can keep your acid-resistant suits for now. I don’t think she’s going anywhere.” After a moment of consideration, Natori offered Drake his hand again. They shook. “I appreciate your consideration, Mr. Thane. I will oversee the preparation of said documents, as well as the necessary security clearances. In the meantime you are free to observe our captive, though might I suggest taking a pitstop in your cabin first?” “You’re the type to get mixed up in the affairs of his subordinates, aren’t you, Rear Admiral?” Thane ventured cautiously. Natori’s smile was different somehow that time, almost unsettlingly so. “Perhaps your keen eye will succeed where I have failed, Mr. Thane? We will be in touch and Mary is, of course, at your disposal. Welcome to the Resplendent Dawn,” Kaczynski finished, turning quickly on his heel and departing, saluting the Marine door guards as he left. “Apparently he’s also one to leave civilians alone with alien captives,” Drake muttered, looking down at the control panel for the one way glass. Left there was a post-it note, a vintage technology that still found itself in use even in the era of shield generators, FTL travel, and VI’s. Don’t activate the two way functionality. We’re running low on materials to manufacture more polarized glass. Thane chuckled in disbelief and ran a hand over his face, captivated momentarily by the holes he could see in the alien’s forearms, a natural biological gap between the Gorgon analogs of the radius and ulna. At least he assumed she had bones. “What have I gotten myself into?” ----- As it turned out, the answer to that question was a bit more complex than one on one prisoner or hostage negotiation, something that became readily apparent after an hour or so of reading in front of the alien’s cell. The coffee was surprisingly adequate, as was the insulated mug that kept it warm as he labored. He would glance up on occasion to observe his subject, not wanting to fully depend on unreliable witness testimony, more reliable autopsy reports, combat records, and the gruesome video feeds from the suit of one Lieutenant Lanvinaga. If Kaczynski’s tale was true, and he had no grounds to assert it wasn’t, the alien before him had not only retained the will to live after more than three months in solitary, she also retained the desire to kill and fight. She was sane and hostile. That was more than could be said for some of the veterans he’d talked down in the past. “Or failed to talk down,” Drake allowed with a mutter, shaking his head. Movement caught his eye and he refocused on the alien, watching as she curled up on herself only to adjust and re-adjust, picking at the rock-like armor that seemed to grow from her very body. Scratching his head, the human consulted several images that he would have rather not dealt with, various post-mortem shots of Gorgons that had been killed during the pacification. Very few sported natural armor to the level of his subject, but not because she was some sort of unique specimen. Near as he could tell the Gorgon before him was quite typical for her species, but her natural armor was jagged and reminded him of a volcanic rock field. Much of his reference material depicted Gorgons with relatively smooth plating that rested underneath manufactured metallic armor. “It’s worth a shot,” Than shrugged, noting that it was 21:00 shipboard time. “Mary, is Rear Admiral Kaczynski still awake?” ‘Good evening Mr. Drake Thane,’ came Mary’s synthesized but pleasant enough voice. ‘The Rear Admiral has retired for the evening. Are you experiencing an emergency?’ “No no, nothing like that,” Thane clarified quickly. “I’ll just leave him a message then.” ‘Very well, you may begin recording when ready.’ “Rear Admiral, this is Drake Thane. In the morning I’d appreciate it if you could track down a couple of rocks and an industrial sander for me. I have an idea.” ----- “I believe I’ve waited long enough to sate my curiosity?” Natori stated as he watched Drake sanding down one surface of the chunks of Udanian crust he’d been given. “Fair enough. How familiar are you with the anatomy of beavers, Rear Admiral?” “How familiar are you with the anatomy of beavers?” Natori barked with laughter. “Oh I definitely picked the right man for this job.” “Save that for when I actually get somewhere, sir. The answer, I suppose, is that I’m familiar enough to know that beavers don’t just cut down trees to build themselves shelter. Left alone long enough without anything to gnaw on their teeth will continue to grow and grow, injuring or even leading to the death of the animal. These Gorgon appear to possess the same quality when it comes to their natural armor,” Thane postulated. Natori’s eyes lit up. “You propose a gift?” “I hope you don’t mind the loss of a belt sander,” Drake said shortly. “Let’s not wait then. Her first meal of the day is scheduled around this time.” “Good enough for me. Where’s this suit, the one that will stop me from getting my face melted off?” “Storage locker on the left. We haven’t personally delivered anything for some time, so be prepared for resistance,” Kaczynski warned. “She seems to consider eating her meal off the floor worth the chance at an attack.” “Duly noted,” Drake replied in a tense voice, finding a heavily fortified hazardous environment suit that would have looked more at home on a space walk where the Admiral indicated. A short time later, sweat beading on his brow, he unlocked the door to the Gorgon’s cell. The moment he entered, the alien puffed out her chest and spat a stream of sickly green acid from her mouth. Though the attack was exemplary in its aim and velocity, that also made it relatively easy to dodge if one was willing to simply drop to the floor. Well protected as he was, Drake did just that, squashing whatever manufactured nutrient cubes had been intended for her. In return, he chucked the first rock at her, earning a momentary reprieve as the alien tried to process the fact that one of the legged beings keeping her hostage had thrown a rock at her. It was enough time for him to roll the second one to the base of her body, a couple feet below where her torso met her tail, which carried on behind her for a good six feet or so. The fact that the second rock was ‘presented’ instead of ‘chucked’ was not lost on the alien, but that didn’t prevent her from compressing the venom sacks in her chest again. “Oh for the love of-” Thane cursed, retreating out the door as the second biological attack splattered onto the surface just behind him. To his amazement, Natori was applauding even as two Marines rushed at him with decontamination equipment. “A magnificent swan dive if I’ve ever seen one, Mr. Thane! And before you believe I’m having a laugh at your expense, come look at what our guest is already up to.” At Natori’s insistence Thane shucked the enviro-suit as quickly as he could and returned to the one-way mirror. There, he could see the Gorgon ignoring her smushed breakfast entirely. After a brief contemplation of the rocks that had been given to her, she began banging at her own body with one of them, chipping off pointy bits of rock that clearly agitated her. At least Drake considered it could be fully fledged rock; he had no idea if aliens producing natural rock armor atop their own dermis was reasonable. Whatever it was, it was certainly tougher than keratin. The Rear Admiral ran a hand over his short, close cropped hair. “I would certainly call this progress, Mr. Thane. What is your next step?” “To see if I can get her to look at a human for longer than a second without trying to dissolve him,” he replied tersely. “Do you have more of those rocks?” Natori cocked a brow his way. “Mr. Thane, this is a Delta Division Liberation-class dreadnought. We have plenty of rocks.” Chapter 2 “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Drake Thane cursed, hauling himself to his feet after another harrowing trip into the Gorgon’s cell. She had accepted his gift of rocks, but had not made any sort of connection between the smooth and jagged varieties, instead using both to chip away at and then grind down the excess armor growing from her skin. That was how she spent most of her days when not eating or attempting to fight anyone who entered her enclosure. He had only been aboard the Resplendent Dawn for forty eight hours, but he’d read more than enough to make it clear that the Gorgon’s were highly intelligent and capable of advanced battlefield tactics. Humanity’s swift victory was primarily a technological feat, not a tactical one. “Which leaves pride, an absurd amount of pride,” he muttered, debating whether to remove the helmet from his head and return to study or attempt something new. Exactly what, he did not know. Not willing to throw his life away or test the durability of the hazardous environment suit further, he began removing it in a process that took several minutes and assistance from one of the Marine sentries on duty. “Thank you. Let’s leave it out for now. I might try again later today.” “As you say, Mr. Thane,” the Marine replied. “Not sure what you could do though. Nothing gets through to them.” “Something will,” Drake insisted. “But I understand where you’re coming from.” “Shall I inform the Admiral of this morning’s result?” the soldier asked “No need. It’s status quo for now,” he said, heading back to the table that had become his workstation and opening up a portable computer he’d been provided with to review the various multimedia files that humanity possessed on the Gorgons. Ongoing attempts at communicating with the planetside populace had borne no fruit, with the various kingdoms going to ground the moment anyone tried to make contact. He had already checked once, but he double checked to make sure there were no records of torture, starvation, or unusual punishment of his current subject. He doubted they would have actually been logged, but there was continuity in the timetable. That was enough for him. “How long can you keep this up?” he wondered of his new adversary. It was practically against the code of his profession to consider an interlocutor an enemy, but given that she had attempted to dissolve him without fail every time he stuck his nose in the door, he was willing to make an exception. “Yeah, don’t remind me. The answer is at least a couple months. At least the coffee’s still hot.” Caffeine in hand, Thane instead opened up various combat records. He did his best to avoid the more gruesome ones, but a few caught his interest. There were several instances where gear had been retrieved and the combat logs analyzed to discover that the deceased had been engaged in one on one combat by individual Gorons, sometimes in the presence of entire enemy units. “Dear Lord in heaven,” he muttered. “They’re going to make a movie out of this, if it’s even declassified.” The ‘this’ in question was a helmet recording from a Marine private who had been surrounded by an enemy platoon. With no ammunition remaining, he had fixed his bayonet and stood to face his death with courage. Instead of immediately spitting acid at him or ganging up on him, one of the Gorgons had stepped, or was it slithered, forward. After a long moment that took Thane’s breath away, the Marine realized that the spear-wielding, armored alien was challenging him to something of a duel. Most remarkable was what happened when the Marine proved victorious, ramming his bayonet into a gap between the alien’s armor and bringing her down in a writhing mass of rock and flesh after several minutes of testing each other. The remaining enemies retreated, and the victorious Marine had survived the hostile environment of Udanis IV long enough to call for backup. “Only problem is I doubt I could land a hit on her to save my life, even if she’s unarmed and unarmored… well, no extra armor,” he mused. The idea of asking another to fight in his stead was equally unpalatable, especially since he wasn’t sure the Gorgon would submit to anything short of death. “This is getting me nowhere.” Recognizing his own limits, Drake sorted his affairs and left the interrogation bloc, wandering around the ship and letting his mind drift until he drifted right into an imposing blonde soldier whose rolled up sleeves revealed several mechanical interface points embedded in her arms. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded. “Drake Thane, crisis negotiator. I’m here at the request of Admiral Freidrich and Rear Admiral Kaczynski. It’s an honor to meet you, Lieutenant Lavinaga.” “Christ, is it that fucking obvious?” she asked, glancing down at her arms. “Guess it is. You lost, Thane?” “Physically? No. But maybe you can help me? I’ve got a bit of a Gorgon problem,” he admitted. “The survivor? Should just space her if you ask me,” Lavinaga said dismissively. “Assuming you want that thing alive I’m not your woman.” “And what if I want someone to go in there and wear her down so I can actually attempt to communicate with her and not get a face full of acid?” “And I thought I was insane,” she laughed. “It’s my job at the moment,” he shrugged. “Would I get to wear my armor?” “Of course. Don’t see how else you’d survive. You're still mostly flesh and blood.” “I’m going to let that insult pass cause it’s been way too long. She’s in the interrogation cells, right? Meet you there in a few.” “I actually don’t have approval for this yet,” he admitted. “I just had the idea when I ran into you.” “Well you don’t worry your little head about that, Drake,” she simpered, clapping a hand down on his shoulder so hard he thought his collarbone might fracture. “You let me handle those Admirals.” ----- Drake didn’t want to know how Lavinaga had gotten permission, but true to her word she appeared in her full star spangled glory about an hour after leaving him in one of the Resplendent Dawn’s many corridors. The hum of the ship and overhead lighting was drowned out by the heavy footfalls and hissing hydraulics of her suit. When she reached his side, the visor of her helmet slid open. “You have no idea how awful this feels,” she said affectionately. “So, what do you need me and Ares to do?” “I don’t really know. Just wear her down enough that I can show her how this works without dying,” he suggested, holding up the portable belt sander he’d used to smooth over a few rocks that were now the sole possessions of the Gorgon. Lavinaga just shook her head. “If that’s what you want. Should be fun. I wonder how long she can go,” Lavinaga said with a bit too much anticipation in her voice. “Well, enough standing around! Let’s go see if she remembers me.” Drake readied himself at the observation port as Lavinaga hefted her enormous shield and casually threw open the door to the cell. “Sup bitch? Long time no see!” Thane watched, horrified, as the Gorgon assaulted the Juggernaut with a zeal and fury that she had never shown him. Her venom sacs were depleted within seconds, only scratching the paint of the wall of metal that made up Lavinaga’s shield. She threw what rocks she had and slammed her tail against the hulking monstrosity to no avail, the borderline psychotic laughter of Lavinaga her only reward for her efforts. Sweat dripped from Drake’s brow as his thesis slowly proved itself correct and the Gorgon’s blows slowly weakened and became lethargic. The juggernaut drove the point home by casually pushing her to the ground after about half an hour. “Now why don’t you just get comfortable down there? You’re lucky someone other than me is running the shots or I’d be testing my boot against your skull,” she warned. “Lieutenant please, we don't know how much of our language she understands,” Drake said over the intercom. “Thank you for your restraint. I’ll be right in.” On account of the mobile metal wall that stood between him and the broken alien, Drake steadied himself and managed to summon enough courage to enter the area without any protection other than the jeans and shirt he was wearing. In his hands were two stones and the sander. The Gorgon watched his every move, her acid green eyes still alert even as her body failed her. With no acid left to spit, she bore witness to him demonstrating the ability of the sander to grind down and polish rock. He didn’t belabor the point. Instead setting the tool down a couple feet from her. “I want to talk,” he said before turning to leave with the juggernaut. “Lieutenant, whenever you’re ready.” “You eggheads think up the craziest things,” Lavinaga shrugged. “Am I allowed to taunt it again?” “Please don’t.” “Fine, but only because you’re handsome,” she insisted when they were safely outside. “Oh, also you owe me a few beers on account of the time I’m about to spend in the armory. See ya, Thane.” Drake was so struck by her antics he barely had time to rush back into the cell when he was the Gorgon lifting the tool he’d left her to the one place on her body she had no armor, her neck. “Stop!” he roared, snatching it from her grasp before leaping back several feet as his brain finally caught up with what his body had done. “Why? You’ve been trying to kill us all for months!” The alien’s eyes were narrow and downcast, and bits of her natural armor littered the cell where they’d been broken against the unyielding armor of Lavinaga’s suit. Small areas of her body were discolored, a deeper green than the rest. He could only assume bruising. “Maybe I am fucking insane,” Drake admitted, walking forward and turning the sander back on. “I didn’t defeat you, so I’m not going to be the one who kills you.” The Gorgon hissed violently at him, but was unable to physically harm or stop him from grinding down and polishing one of her shoulders. With no other recourse, she simply refused to look at him instead. When Drake left, he took the sander and every rock with him, not wanting to leave her anything that might be used as a tool for suicide. As soon as the door to the cell closed, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor, feeling only the racing of his heart and the damp cling of his sweat-soaked clothing to his body. He did not return to the interrogation blocks that day. ----- “You wanted to see me, Rear Admiral?” “Yes indeed, Mr. Thane. I daresay you did something, I’m just not sure that something was good,” Natori explained as Drake entered the interrogation wing the next day, having spent more time than necessary grooming and feeding himself. His mind weighed heavily with the pain he’d inflicted upon his charge. The language of the Gorgons remained an inscrutable mess of low pitched hissing and other sounds, but hopelessness was a universal concept. It seemed that their captive was finally allowing that darkness to permeate her mind and influence her actions. Per Kaczynski’s report, gone were the consistent attacks against those bringing her food as well as efforts to eat it. “I am not usually one for threats, Mr. Thane, and I don’t precisely intend this to be one but I know you’ll likely interpret it as such. We cannot afford to lose her. Her potential is too great.” “I understand, sir. I’ll head in right away,” Thane replied, acknowledging the Admiral’s concern. Instead of stopping by the locker containing his protective gear, he instead grabbed his coffee and walked straight to the cell door. Natori held out a hand but remained silent. “Well I suppose I did threaten him,” he mused, nevertheless ensuring his sidearm was loaded, a round chambered, and the safety off. Precautions in place, Kaczynski settled in to observe what he was sure, one way or another, would be an eventful ‘session’ with the prisoner. To his most welcome surprise, Drake Thane managed to enter the cell and stand just past the threshold for several moments without getting attacked, dissolved, or impaled. The man took a long draught of his coffee before jerking his head upward in a moment of recollection. The Gorgon watched him all the while, almost unblinkingly, as he left the drink on her untouched breakfast tray and retreated to retrieve the portable sanding device he’d used on her the prior afternoon. He paused to speak with the Rear Admiral. “Well, I’d call that an improvement,” he insisted. “You ever notice what it smells like in there?” Natori cocked an eyebrow his way. “I can’t say that I have. I assume you’re about to share?” Drake shrugged and tilted his head. “Nearest I can describe it is the Devil’s perfume, like if fire and brimstone smelled appealing, or at least rather inoffensive.” “How curious,” Natori replied, leaning slightly to the right so he could look around Drake. “Though perhaps we should ruminate on that once we secure your coffee?” Drake spun around fast enough to tweak his neck, finding the Gorgon with his coffee in hand. Her long, thin, black, serpent-like tongue was extended several inches and lapping at the dark brown liquid. The two men stared. “Has she ever been given coffee before, sir?” “Just water, Mr. Thane. Curious as I am, I would like you to go and stop her now.” Thane needed no further encouragement, bolting back into the room to snatch back his drink. The Gorgon replaced the disposable lid and offered it to him. Her eyes were still as menacing as ever, but the telltale contractions of her chest muscles that foretold a gout of deadly acid were missing. He tentatively reached out and accepted it, earning a low, complex hiss in return. Glancing down, he pointed at her untouched meal and then the sander. The Gorgon cracked her whip-like tail against the ground in frustration but complied, taking the food to a far corner of the room and beginning to eat piece by piece. Her eyes never left him even during her retreat as she demonstrated a rather remarkable ability to slither backwards. Drake figured that was good enough, sitting against the opposite wall and opening his coffee. While it didn’t seem any different, he wasn’t about to take the chance that an alien with venomous pseudo-breasts didn’t produce oral toxins. Instead he stood again and approached her, keeping both hands on the cup so as not to arouse suspicion. He deposited it next to her and then returned to his position. With a curious hiss the alien opened the lid and, instead of continuing to drink, dipped the tip of her tail into the still slightly steaming liquid before continuing with her meal. “What in the world?” Thane whispered, watching as the greenish skin underneath the Gorgon’s natural rocky plating shifted to a yellower hue, starting from the tip of her tail and moving slowly upward towards her body. The color change didn’t get all the way there before stalling out, but she seemed pleased with it to the point that upon finishing her meal she actually pointed to him, then to the sanding tool in his hands, and finally to her other shoulder. Unheard by the two of them, Natori threw his head back in laughter, amazed at the transition from murderous adversary to an imperious giver of orders. Drake shrugged but saw no reason not to comply. He’d been planning to attempt such a maneuver anyway as a further showing of good faith following the Lavinaga incident. When he stepped within arm’s reach of her, the Gorgon straightened her torso and held out a thin, armored hand and poked him in the sternum. Even her fingers had the potential for danger with their rocky nail-like tips. Her other hand rested on her chest as she hissed a particular pattern of sounds twice in a row; she then poked him again. He nodded. “My name is Drake Thane. Sorry I can’t understand you.” Undeterred, the Gorgon simply lowered herself back onto her coiled tail and presented her shoulder. She hissed again in a softer tone as Drake activated the sander, taking another glance at his coffee which now seemed to be serving as a tail warmer. “Might as well get started then. You clearly have quite a bit to teach me.” Chapter 3 Available to the public on my patreon here due to reddit's post size limit. Chapter 4 Available to select patrons here
I went down the history rabbit hole and decided to write a small timeline about the laws that created and push the stigma against cannabis. To start, we can't talk about the stigma without mentioning the guy who started it all; our good-ol' friend Harry Anslinger.
During the Reefer Madness (1934) era (peak anti-cannabis year), concern about the rising use of marijuana and research linking its use with crime and other social problems created pressure on the federal government to take action. Rather than promoting federal legislation, the FBN (Anslinger) strongly encouraged state governments to accept responsibility for control of the problem by adopting the Uniform State Narcotic Act. The act prohibited production of narcotic drugs within state borders, except by specific license and under strict regulation and authorized states to exercise police power to seize drugs and punish lawbreakers. Although the marijuana provisions remained supplemental to the main body of the act, any state wishing to regulate sale and possession of marijuana was instructed to simply add cannabis to the definition of 'narcotic drugs, in which case all the other provisions of the act that apply to opiates and cocaine applies to cannabis as well.
Marihuana Tax Act 1937
The federal government would continue to oppress cannabis in the United States until cannabis was effectively made illegal with the passage of the Marihuana Tax Act of 1937 (drafted and introduced by Anslinger himself). Under the Marihuana Tax Act, every person who sells, acquire, dispense, or possess marijuana must register to the Internal Revenue Service and pay special occupational taxes. Under the act:
Individual possession and sale of marijuana effectively became illegal.
Medicinal use of marijuana was still legal, but it created a very expensive fee system to tax its use.
Anyone who bought, sold, imported, distributed, cultivated or prescribed it as medicine had to pay a tax.
Anyone who did not pay the tax could be punished by either a fine of $2,000, 5 years in prison, or both.
Sale of medicinal marijuana required extensive record keeping.
In the late 1940s, Anslinger launched an attack on judges, claiming that the drug problem was caused by too-lenient sentences imposed on drug offenders. This was picked up by Anslinger disciples in Congress and resulted in legislation—the Boggs Act, signed by President Truman on November 2, 1951, and amended by the Narcotics Control Act, signed by President Eisenhower on July 18, 1956. These acts introduced severe mandatory minimum punishments following conviction; a first offense for marijuana possession carried a sentence of 2-5 years in prison and a $2,000 fine (the equivalent of $20,000 today); a second offense would get you 5-10 years, and for a third offense you were looking at 10-20 years behind bars. https://www.worldofcannabis.museum/post/tdich-nov2-theboggsact
The single Convention on Narcotic Drugs 1961 (Scheduling begins)
The Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs of 1961 is an international treaty to prohibit production and supply of specific (nominally narcotic) drugs and of drugs with similar effects except under licence for specific purposes, such as medical treatment and research. In an effort to make narcotic drugs available for legitimate medical use while also curtailing drug abuse, the parties placed narcotic drugs into four schedules. Classification of a narcotic drug and the type of regulation that would be imposed on that drug substance would depend on a drug's potential for abuse as well as its medical benefit. Unlike the Controlled Substance act (CSA), the special class of drugs in schedule IV (CSA Equivalent Schedule I) exhibit strong addiction-producing properties or a high liability of abuse that cannot be offset by medical benefits or that poses too great a risk to public health to hazard using them commonly in medical practice.Cannabis, and heroin (diamorphine) were added as schedule IV drugs. Read more: https://www.encyclopedia.com/education/encyclopedias-almanacs-transcripts-and-maps/single-convention-narcotic-drugs Read Article 28 : https://www.incb.org/documents/Narcotic-Drugs/1961-Convention/convention_1961_en.pdf
Controlled Substance Act 1971 (Rescheduling)
We all know this one, The CSA was signed into law by President-disgrace Richard Nixon on October 27, 1970 and superseded the Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs. Under the federal Controlled Substances Act, marijuana is currently categorized as a Schedule 1 drug – that is, a drug with high potential for abuse with no currently accepted medical use in treatment in the U.S. The DEA justifies marijuana’s Schedule I classification by the lack of U.S. research on the substance. But scheduling itself prevents research which could show marijuana’s medical efficacy and safety. The DEA has effectively blocked marijuana researchers from being able to follow the standard FDA development process for bringing a new drug to market as a prescription medicine. U.S. researchers face daunting regulatory hurdles to studying any Schedule I drug, including a rigorous approval process by both the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) and Food and Drug Administration (FDA) for every trial. Read more: https://drugpolicy.org/sites/default/files/marijuana-scheduling_january_2019_0.pdf
Anti-Drug Abuse Act of 1986
President Reagan signed the Anti-Drug Abuse Act, instituting mandatory sentences for drug-related crimes. In conjunction with the Comprehensive Crime Control Act of 1984, the new law raised federal penalties for marijuana possession and dealing, basing the penalties on the amount of the drug involved. Possession of 100 marijuana plants received the same penalty as possession of 100 grams of heroin. A later amendment to the Anti-Drug Abuse Act (Clinton/Biden’s Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act of 1994) established a "three strikes and you're out" policy, requiring life sentences for repeat drug offenders, and providing for the death penalty for "drug kingpins”. Specifically: Three Strikes" statute provides for mandatory life imprisonment if a convicted felon: (1) has been convicted in federal court of a "serious violent felony"; and (2) has two or more previous convictions in federal or state courts, at least one of which is a serious violent felony (the other offense may be a serious drug offense) More: https://www.findlaw.com/criminal/criminal-procedure/three-strikes-sentencing-laws.html#:~:text=Under%20the%20Violent%20Crime%20Control,courts%2C%20at%20least%20one%20of Despite the growing number of states that legalize marijuana for medicinal purposes or recreational use, it remains a federal offense to cultivate, distribute, sell, purchase, possess, or use marijuana. Now in 2021 USA, with the senate majority leader being a democrat, we must push together as a community towards the rescheduling and legalization of cannabis. So what can we do? One of the simplest form of activism is to call your local representative and let them know your views on marijuana. You can also call your state’s congressional representative and tell them they need to become part of the cannabis caucus. But most importantly, remain involved, because the biggest enemy of any cause is apathy.
putting estrogen in people through items we use everyday
So we all know there are conspiracies that range from the illuminati, to lizards taking over the world, to mole people living underground making french fries for an upcoming Earth Party. I have a conspiracy that i recently dug into, and im not sure how much of it is actually impactful on our bodies or lives, but ill put on my tin foil hat and share the information ive found so a discussion can be started. note to all: im not saying anything about anything, i just went through a few links i found interesting and came up with a crazy conclusion. i am not a doctor and im sure i got some information wrong. Firstly, is there a powerful group of people who try to control the general population? probably, but maybe not. if there was though, they definitely would be trying to alter and shape us in multiple ways, for multiple reasons. what if one of these ways is through giving us excess estrogen? Estrogen is possibly being put into our bodies via everyday items containing xenoestrogen. first, a little background info. what is estrogen? how does it effect the human body?
Estrogen, or oestrogen, is a category of sex hormone responsible for the development and regulation of the female reproductive system and secondary sex characteristics.
It is basically the hormone that makes women, women. okay, now regarding the conspiracy, recently i came across the rabbit hole of xenoestrogen https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenoestrogen . its basically a synthetic compound imitating estrogen. it can be found in common products that we use everyday. this is apparently everywhere. literally. xenoestrogen is found in BPA, phthalates, parabens, zeranol, insecticides, pesticides, and even the most widely used herbicide in the U.S. why is this important? we'll get back to that later. well first, what is BPA? sinply put, BPA is used to make certain types of plastics. plastics we use every day.
"BPA-based plastic is clear and tough, and is made into a variety of common consumer goods, such as plastic bottles including water bottles, food storage containers (commonly called "Tupperware"), baby bottles,[3] sports equipment, CDs, and DVDs." Epoxy resins derived from BPA are used to line water pipes, as coatings on the inside of many food and beverage cans, and in making thermal paper such as that used in sales receipts.[4] In 2015, an estimated 4 million tonnes of BPA-derived chemical were produced, making it one of the highest volume of chemicals produced worldwide.[5] BPA is a xenoestrogen, exhibiting estrogen-mimicking, hormone-like properties.[6] Although the effect is very weak, the pervasiveness of BPA-containing materials raises concerns. Since 2008, several governments have investigated its safety, which prompted some retailers to withdraw polycarbonate products. Since then, BPA-free plastics have been manufactured using alternative bisphenols such as bisphenol S and bisphenol F, but there is controversy around whether these are actually safer.[7]
BPA Health Effects >BPA's ability to mimic the effects of natural estrogen derive from the similarity of phenol groups on both BPA and estradiol, which enable this synthetic molecule to trigger estrogenic pathways in the body.[23] Typically phenol-containing molecules similar to BPA are known to exert weak estrogenic activities, thus it is also considered an endocrine disruptor (ED) and estrogenic chemical.[24] Xenoestrogens is another category the chemical BPA fits under because of its capability to interrupt the network that regulates the signals which control the reproductive development in humans and animals.[25]
BPA has been found to bind to both of the nuclear estrogen receptors (ERs), ERα and ERβ. It is 1000- to 2000-fold less potent than estradiol. BPA can both mimic the action of estrogen and antagonize estrogen, indicating that it is a selective estrogen receptor modulator (SERM) or partial agonist of the ER. At high concentrations, BPA also binds to and acts as an antagonist of the androgen receptor (AR).
In 1997, adverse effects of low-dose BPA exposure in laboratory animals were first proposed.[26] Modern studies began finding possible connections to health issues caused by exposure to BPA during pregnancy and during development. As of 2014, research and debates are ongoing as to whether BPA should be banned or not. According to the European Food Safety Authority "BPA poses no health risk to consumers of any age group (including unborn children, infants and adolescents) at current exposure levels".[29] But in 2017 the European Chemicals Agency concluded that BPA should be listed as a substance of very high concern due to its properties as an endocrine disruptor.[30] In 2012, the United States' Food and Drug Administration (FDA) banned the use of BPA in baby bottles.[31] The U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) also holds the position that BPA is not a health concern. In 2011, Andrew Wadge, the chief scientist of the United Kingdom's Food Standards Agency, commented on a 2011 U.S. study on dietary exposure of adult humans to BPA,[32] saying, "This corroborates other independent studies and adds to the evidence that BPA is rapidly absorbed, detoxified, and eliminated from humans – therefore is not a health concern."[33] The Endocrine Society said in 2015 that the results of ongoing laboratory research gave grounds for concern about the potential hazards of endocrine-disrupting chemicals – including BPA – in the environment, and that on the basis of the precautionary principle these substances should continue to be assessed and tightly regulated.[34] A 2016 review of the literature said that the potential harms caused by BPA were a topic of scientific debate and that further investigation was a priority because of the association between BPA exposure and adverse human health effects including reproductive and developmental effects and metabolic disease.[35] In July 2019, the European Union upheld a decision by the European Chemicals Agency to list BPA as a substance of very high concern, the first step in the procedure for restrictions of its use. The decision is based on concerns about BPA's toxicity for human reproduction.[36] what are phthalates?
They are mainly used as plasticizers, i.e., substances added to plastics to increase their flexibility, transparency, durability, and longevity. Phthalates are used in a large variety of products, from enteric coatings of pharmaceutical pills and nutritional supplements to viscosity control agents, gelling agents, film formers, stabilizers, dispersants, lubricants, binders, emulsifying agents, and suspending agents. End-applications include adhesives and glues, agricultural adjuvants, building materials, personal-care products, medical devices, detergents and surfactants, packaging, children's toys, modelling clay, waxes, paints, printing inks and coatings, pharmaceuticals, food products, and textiles. Phthalates are also frequently used in soft plastic fishing lures, caulk, paint pigments, and sex toys made of so-called "jelly rubber". Phthalates are used in a variety of household applications such as shower curtains, vinyl upholstery, adhesives, floor tiles, food wrap film, and cleaning materials. Personal-care items containing phthalates include perfume, eye shadow, moisturizer, nail polish, liquid soap, and hair spray.[11] "
what are parabens? >Parabens are a class of widely used preservatives in cosmetic and pharmaceutical products. Chemically, they are a series of parahydroxybenzoates or esters of parahydroxybenzoic acid (also known as 4-hydroxybenzoic acid). Parabens are effective preservatives in many types of formulas. These compounds, and their salts, are used primarily for their bactericidal and fungicidal properties. They are found in shampoos, commercial moisturizers, shaving gels, personal lubricants, topical/parenteral pharmaceuticals, suntan products, makeup,[1] and toothpaste. They are also used as food preservatives. health effects
Most of the available paraben toxicity data are from single-exposure studies, meaning one type of paraben in one type of product. According to paraben research this is relatively safe, posing only a negligible risk to the endocrine system. However, since many types of parabens in many types of products are used commonly, further assessment of the additive and cumulative risk of multiple paraben exposure from daily use of multiple cosmetic and/or personal care products is needed.[8] FDA states that they have no information that use of parabens in cosmetics has any effect on health. They continue to consider certain questions and evaluate data about parabens' possible health effects.[9]
estrogen effects
Animal experiments have shown that parabens have weak estrogenic activity, acting as xenoestrogens.[13]The estrogenic activity of parabens increases with the length of the alkyl group. It is believed that propylparaben is estrogenic to a certain degree as well,[15] though this is expected to be less than butylparaben by virtue of its less lipophilic nature. Since it can be concluded that the estrogenic activity of butylparaben is negligible under normal use, the same should be concluded for shorter analogs due to estrogenic activity of parabens increasing with the length of the alkyl group.
but like they stated earlier in the article, >However, since many types of parabens in many types of products are used commonly, further assessment of the additive and cumulative risk of multiple paraben exposure from daily use of multiple cosmetic and/or personal care products is needed what is Zeranol?
Zeranol is currently used as an anabolic growth promoter for livestock in the US[76] and Canada.[77] It has been banned in the EU since 1985,[78] but is still present as a contaminant in food through meat products that were exposed to it.[12]
what is Altrazine?
Atrazine is widely used as an herbicide *to control broad-leaf weed species that grow in crops such as corn, sugarcane, hay and winter wheat. Atrazine is also applied to Christmas trees, residential lawns, golf courses, and other recreational areas. Atrazine is the second largest selling pesticide in the world and *estimated to be the most heavily used herbicide in the United States.[12]
there are other sources of xenoestrogen in our every day lives, but this is getting a little long. basically though, a bunch of now banned/restricted pesticides had it. sources confirm that there are still large traces of all of these compounds in the soil, air, and water, due to their inability to degrade easy. tldr; even though xenoestrogen is apparently "less potent" than for example, estradiol, a steroid hormone, we arent only being affected from one source. we are being bombarded from everywhere. with so many different sources of xenoestrogen in things we use every single day, multiple times per day, and with no/few studies being done on how all of these combine and how they effect our bodies, i find it hard to believe that we are not being affected. what do you think? sources 1. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estrogen 2. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenoestrogen 3. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisphenol_A 4. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phthalates 5. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paraben
Flatten the Curve. Part 82. Peter Theil. Klaus Schwab. Club of Rome. Limits to Growth. Palantir. Welcome to the New Normal Simulation Era.
Previous Post Here Hello World!. Some of you may remember that famous greeting, some won't. But I bet you that Peter Thiel does. In fact I guarantee you that Pete does? And Peter has probably spent the majority of his life based on that simple line of computer code from back in the day.
A "Hello, World!" program generally is a computer program that outputs or displays the message "Hello, World!". Such a program is very simple in most programming languages, and is often used to illustrate the basic syntax of a programming language. It is often the first program written by people learning to code. It can also be used as a sanity test to make sure that a computer language is correctly installed, and that the operator understands how to use it. Source Here
Now Peter must have came across the Hello World! sanity test at some point. Why? Because let's face it, you don't develop one of the largest known surveillance systems in the world without having come across Hello World! at some point. And you definitely don't call your company Palantir A palantír (/ˈpælənˌtɪə; pl. palantíri) is a fictional magical artefact from J. R. R. Tolkien's Middle-earth legendarium. A palantír (from Quenya palan, 'far; tir, 'watch over'[T 1]) is described as an indestructible ball of crystal, used for communication and to see events in other parts of Arda, whether past or future. To see events past or future. Ok. Name checks out. So then Pete decides to build a doomsday bunker in New Zealand. And his buddy Sam Altman will get a ride down with him, just in case a pandemic is ever unleashed by a synthetic virus. And nope. Not kidding. This is all actually stated in mainstream media. Well before 2020. And I have this documented in Flatten the Curve. Ok. So. Hold on. Tight. Real tight. Keep your arms folded and put your tray in the upright position. Ok? So. Let's think. History doesn't repeat, but it rhymes. Yes it does. And what is history? Data. And what is one of the largest data company's in the world? Palantir. So. What if men? and women, they have been collecting data not only to manipulate, but to predict? No? Really? Here's an article from 2009 about a Peter Thiel speech:
The risk of the return of fascism is very underestimated (this is about the emergence of a totalitarian regime trying to control AGI (Artificial General Intelligence) in a (pre)-Singularity time-frame. Source Here
Uhm. Yeah. Now I can't remember being worried about Facism in 2009. I definitely can't remember ANTIFA back then. Can you? But then again, maybe it's a self fulfilling prophecy? Pete did back Donald Trump, and ANTIFA was pretty focused on getting Trump fired. Maybe Pete pulled a Palatine and backed both sides? Who knows? But. Let's look at a 2017 article about a vaccine for herpes being developed offshore and backed by Thiel
Last Sunday, a story by Kaiser Health News focused on Thiel's investment and highlighted the fact that the 2016 trial "did not rely on traditional U.S. safety oversight." The article noted that "Thiel has been a vocal critic of the FDA, claiming in an interview that its approval process was so unwieldy 'you would not be able to invent the polio vaccine today.'" Source Here
Oooooooh. And now it's 2020+1 and we have FDA emergency approved vaccines for this out of the BLUE pandemic that nobody saw coming. Except Bill Gates. Does this mean surveillance + data = predicting outcomes? Maybe? Let's look at another paragraph from the article on Peter Thiel from 2009. He started his speech with letting the crowd choose between a number of catastrophe scenarios: from bio-terrorism, to nuclear war, global warming, and a couple more like that. His thesis was that the biggest disaster that could happen would be that the Singularity does not happen quickly. Scenarios. They seem to be more than a passing fad, don't they? Every single paper I read on Economics or Security seems to talk about scenarios. And those scenarios are always in four quadrants. From best to worst outcomes. So let's look at future scenarios from our perspectives.
Extremely forked.
Majorly forked.
Sort of forked.
Kinda forked.
Now why would I say that? First of all, not only is Thiel a Steering Member of the Bilderberg Group, but, in 2007, he was honored as a Young Global leader by the World Economic Forum as one of the 250 most distinguished leaders age 40 and under. Still following? I know. I'm sorry. Im getting there. Guess who else was a Steering Member of the Bilderberg Group? Klaus Great Reset Schwab. The founder of the WEF that honored Peter Theil as a distinguished leader. Cool, right! That's like the Mickey Mouse Club for wanna be Infinity Gauntlet wearers under 40. So. Here's another not so fun fun fact; The Club Of Rome was at the first World Economic Forum gathering. Speak your mind Klaus; Our first meeting in 1971 in Davos was, for example, the platform to present to the world the famous report "Limits to Growth" of the Club of Rome. I personally served also as a key advisor to the Rio Earth Summit in 1992 and mobilized the business community for this summit and other events.Source Here Hello World! Limits to Growth? Does that ring a bell?
What World One showed was that by 2040 there would be a global collapse if the expansion of the population and industry was to continue at the current levels. As reported by the Australian broadcaster ABC, the model's calculations took into account trends in pollution levels, population growth, the amount of natural resources and the overall quality of life on Earth. The model's predictions for the worsening quality of life and the dwindling natural resources have so far been unnervingly on target.
World One was a computer simulation by MIT commissioned by the Club of Rome. You know MIT, that has the lab that was being sponsored by Jeffrey Epstein. Who also wanted to use his sperm to repopulate the planet after the Apocalypse. Not. Creepy. At. All. Ok. Let's get back to the main point. What else did the computer simulation have to say about our future?
In fact, 2020 is the first milestone envisioned by World One. That's when the quality of life is supposed to drop dramatically. The broadcaster presented this scenario that will lead to the demise of large numbers of people:
Yep. And what a coincidence! 2020! Bill Gates called it! The pandemic is here! And guess what folks, this might be here to stay. No? How else do you explain Klaus Schwab and the Great Reset suddenly forcing environmental perspectives down our throats and falling in love with Greta HOW DARE YOU Thornburg? Remember, you'll own nothing and be happy! Build Back Better!
"At around 2020, the condition of the planet becomes highly critical. If we do nothing about it, the quality of life goes down to zero. Pollution becomes so seriously it will start to kill people, which in turn will cause the population to diminish, lower than it was in the 1900. At this stage, around 2040 to 2050, civilised life as we know it on this planet will cease to exist."
And all this from a computer simulation. And just as promised 2020 came and the virus hit the fan to kick it off. Pollution becomes critical and civilisation ceases to exist by 2040. Unless of course we can hit the Agenda 2030 target, right? Ok. So remember, Klaus was at the Earth Summit. Guess who else was at the earth summit in 1992? Why none other than George NEW WORLD ORDER Bush Sr. So bear that in mind when reading the next section from the article:
Alexander King, the then-leader of the Club of Rome, evaluated the program's results to also mean that nation-states will lose their sovereignty, forecasting a New World Order with corporations managing everything. Source Here
Not. Good. Stakeholder Capitalism anyone? Corporations and Governments working hard in hand? A New Normal World Order? Let's recap. Peter Thiel owns a very large data company. He is a member of the Bilderberg Group along with former steering committee member Klaus Schwab, who started the World Economic Forum, and one of it's first presenters was the Club of Rome who forecasted civilization starting to crumble around 2020. Based on a computer simulation. Then we have a pandemic in 2020. And everyone is in Lockdown. And they've already started to link the Lockdown with helping the environment. And we also have Lockstep by the Rockefeller's, who also just happened to get out of oil in 2016 (so they say), because, environment. Yet Bill Gates called the pandemic and made all the right stock investments. And then warned, maybe we'll listen next time. Right. And the Pentagon just happened to commission those studies into riots, how they start, and how to subdue them. Yep. We're forked. But what about the simulations? Haven't all of us been saying it? Over and over again? Nothing has felt right for a while. Has it? A few of us have noticed, most of society hasn't. Why? How? The information is right there! All of it. Maybe not the details, but the overall picture is there. Ok. And I'll have to finish these posts in a series, because there's way too much too much more for one post. But. A while back I wrote about the Sentinel World Simulation. Flatten the Curve There was another article, but now i can't find it (thanks Google, time to Duck Duck Go). But in the article the journalist stated the goal was to have everyone alive in the simulation, and based on DATA it would attempt to predict events. And now Palantir seems a lot worse than it did. Because now every time you click ok and accept cookies, your possibly giving an AI simulation the information it needs to steer you in the direction it wants, using the device that feeds it all the data and never leaves our hands. Suddenly the battle with Huawei makes more sense, the 5G rush, Starlink, all the rush to implement CCTV cameras everywhere (even in my small area, money was just suddenly GIVEN by upper government to put in cameras). So if we just entered the 2020 to 2030 decade lcokdown based on a simulation by a group called the Club of Rome, are there any other signs? First, i have a hard time believing that Trump was supposed to be a part of a manipulation campaign by the Psy Group that was called Project Rome, and that it was all a coincidence. Second is this 1995 AI progress report by ARPA and Rome Laboratory. • progress report on the ARPA / Rome Laboratory Knowledge-based Planning and Scheduling Initiative (or ARPI for short). The ARPI has been co-sponsored by the Advanced Research Projects Agency (ARPA) and the United States Air Force Rome Laboratory (RL) since 1989. The ARPI’s main purpose is the development of the next generation of fundamental artificial intelligence planning, scheduling, and resource allocation technology. An equally important secondary goal is to demonstrate significant capability improvements over current planning trends in operational domains. This paper provides a historical background and the founding principles and visions for the ARPI which is now in its third phase. Document Download Here And we can't have a total world simulator called Sentinel unless we have all the world's data:
The Sentinel System – new and improved
At the centre of the programme sits the Copernicus Space Component, which includes a family of satellites known collectively as Sentinels. These spacecraft provide routine atmospheric, oceanic, cryosphere and land global monitoring data, which are made freely available for Copernicus Services and major research and commercial applications such as precision farming, environmental hazards monitoring, weather forecasting and climate resilience. Source Here They aren't building Skynet. They're building the New Normal Rome. And they want the Sentinel to guard the Empire and keep it safe by simulating scenarios to spot trouble before it starts. That's why we're getting the constant barrage of scenarios. They're letting us know, hard way or easy way, but it's always going to be our way. That's why everything has felt off. The scenarios are keeping them a couple locksteps ahead until the Singularity is ready to take over (they hope). And then the AI gives the orders. If it isn't already. Because there is no way human intelligence came up with this New Normal. No. Way. At. All. More to come. Keep Your Head Up And Eyes Open Talk soon.
***BETTER BATTERY TECH THAN TESLA*** $COUV Corporate Universe Inc DD
Corporate Universe $COUV Corporate Universe, Inc. is based in New York and is a holdings company actively looking to acquire companies with a strong asset base and solid cash flow. They offer financial and managerial support for these companies in order to aid development in domestic and international markets. The company have a goal to build a portfolio of diversified assets and investments across various industries to create shareholder value. I first heard of this company from reading the Bloomberg article on the LOI with ZapGo. The CEO Isaac H. Sutton has been at the head of 7 different companies and has over 40 years’ entrepreneurial experience, especially in emerging markets with a proven track record of founding and running successful companies, holding multiple roles as either President, CEO or Chairman of the Board. Such as Go IP. Medicevo So far the company have acquired a 51% stake in Medicevo which is a medical supply chain company. The company have created a face mask using graphene in the fabric to kill 98% of COVID-19 particles. The company was founded in 2020 during the COVID-19 pandemic and distribute there state of the art masks throughout north America and Canada. The PPE has been described as cutting edge and affordable. The masks cost lest that $10 each due to a Patented technology that implants the graphite on the fabric in a much more cost effective way than competitors. Up until now it has been difficult to find a reusable, cost-effective masks that is also affordable. Now, you have the best face mask option offering a comfortable, stylish, and affordable way to not just stop, but kill bacteria and viruses. This in my opinion a smart acquisition from Corporate and shows that management are on the ball when it comes to spotting relevant and highly innovative products. Carbon Ion Energy Storage Corporate universe so far announced they have entered into a definitive LOI to acquire Carbon Ion energy storage LTD (or fka ZapGo to some) on the December 16th 2020. ZapGo focus on building next gen energy storage devices that are safe, fast charging and do not require the use of rare-earth materials allowing them to be easily recycled at end of life. Throughout the world renewable energy and electrification are becoming increasingly important. The global market for battery technology was $113 billion dollars in 2019 and is expected to increase 3 fold in the next 5 years ($640Bn by 2040). There has been many advances in Li batteries in the past 50 years however Carbon could be the solution looking forward into the next 50 years. ZapGo Points of interest from Investors Presentation: · 30 Patents and the benefit of $25 million R&D ( having gone through these Patents there is a lot of potential with some seriously revolutionary technology, link 8) · Improved energy storage in comparison to Li batteries allows for a range of applications (phone batteries, car batteries, EV fast charging and grid storage) · Battery Pack that could support Tesla model 5 weighs 15 pounds v tesla battery pack 1200 pounds. This would improve range and speed. · High specific power allows for very fast charging within seconds through instant charge technology (50 times faster than Li batteries). · Improved safety allows for easy shipping and potential application in hazardous areas. · Long Life cycle eliminating service internals and saving money · Recyclable at end of life In a statement about the acquisition Isaac Sutton said “ As I've previously told our shareholders, our goal was to identify opportunity for our shareholders, and in this transaction, I believe we have exceeded expectations and couldn't be more excited to bring this opportunity to the market and our shareholders. Effective with the closing which is targeted before years end, Andrew will assume the CEO position, and I will become the COO. I will be focused on moving the public company expeditiously and compliantly towards a senior exchange, as Andrew ( Andrew Sispoidis new CEO, link 7 for more info) and the team are focused on the business of batteries. I believe this next year will be transformative.” Corporate universe released a press release on the December 30th 2020 saying the “parties have been working diligently towards the close, which is now anticipated in mid-January, while originally slated before years end with the holidays and complexity of the transaction this timeline has proven to challenging.” Conclusion It is key to remember that the risk factor is significant with penny stocks however given the technology ZapGo has to offer the reward outweighs the risk for me. I expect that the merger will close some time this month given the press release states they anticipated the deal to complete by mid-January. I am Unsure as to what could have held the deal up to now but am grateful as it has presented a buying opportunity. If the merger goes through which I’m almost certain it will given what we know , I would expect a gain of 50% + from the current price. If the LOI was good enough to grab the attention of Bloomberg to write an article I suspect the merger will too. The technology speaks for itself and with a wide range of applications has huge potential. I currently hold 15,000 shares of $COUV at a cost basis of $0.39. My plan is to sell a portion of these when the merger is announced and move the profits into my other favourite energy play Tuscan Holdings $THCB.I also suspect there could be a lot of hype around this when it comes to more peoples attention with speculation of a NASDAQ listing already circulating. Good luck all and let me know in the comments if you have any more information you think is relevant and I missed.
Government Appointed Families/ Reptilians/ Truman Show
EDIT: please don't delete my post because "my account is less than four months old", I'm not a bot or troll I'd also like to note beforehand that I'm 100% fully aware that I'm about to sound like THE textbook definition of schizophrenic paranoid so save the commentary I've literally never used reddit before and this is one of my first posts. I'm on what many call their spiritual journey, a quest for the highest truth. My awakening began when I was in college. I took recreational drugs with someone I believed to be a friend and I had experiences that all these years later I'm unable to explain and thus unable to fully process. Long, long, LONG story short, I'm trying to connect with anyone who might know if "government appointed families" exist in America or in any part of the world. My family members have all done and said things that are wildly unbefitting of the context of the conversation or atmosphere at the times, and they refuse to account for it or blatantly tell me to my face that I'm imagining things. Each next person I date is the same way. I even had an experience at my campus where I was arrested and detained on campus and moved through a hospital and behavioral center for trying to report that friend that I did drugs with for attempted assault. Campus police told me I was "obviously delusional" and that I was therefore "a public hazard", and I was emergency detained on the spot for "psychiatric evaluation". My family got wind through the grapevine that I'd "wound up in a mental institution" and ever since then they've all been playing mind games with me and purposely trying to manipulate my sanity. I was evaluated and declared mentally sound while in the behavioral center, and I've sat and questioned my sanity and reality so deeply that I've almost killed myself, so I know that I'm not schizophrenic. The mentally unsound cannot question their sanity. The problem is that, my family members are all playing a game I know nothing about to try and convince me or at least make it appear that I am in fact mentally ill. They joke about shooting me in the head and when I ask them what they just said they collectively put their hands up and yell at me to calm down. Other members joke about worshipping the devil and being reptilians. Each person I tried reporting my attempted assault to tells me I'm making it up and I just need to be grateful I'm still even alive. There's just something gross and inauthentic at play and I fear every day for my safety and sanity. My only guesses are that my parents were appointed to have/raise me so that my mental progress can be tracked for whatever reason throughout my life, and all my partners have been decided for me, or I'm the only human among a family of non-terrestrials that are raising and entrapping me for God knows what reasons. It might help to add on here that I've exhibited supernatural abilities since a very young age and I've had "aliens" contact me through electronics for years, several times with witnesses who to this day will back up my claims. Am I being intentionally interfered with and manipulated to see how long it'll take before my sanity deteriorates, or am I a species different from the individuals around me who is being contacted by unseen forces seeking to guide me? Trust me, I'm not oblivious to how I sound. Laugh and comment all you need to if it helps you feel better. I'm just doing what I think would be helpful for me to do if I don't want to die at the hands of organized criminals. What do I do? I still live at home, I don't have a license or vehicle, and every time I even think about asking my family to clarify why they did or said something that made no sense, they joke about there being an assassin outside. The one and only thing keeping me in this house is the fact that they are raising my younger siblings and my nephew. It's kind of a big messy web of assumptions and possibilities but I don't even know if they're "real humans" like I am. Every single person in this house just says and does all this shit that makes 0 sense in the moment. Just last night I woke up to my 15 year old brother standing next to my bed just staring at the wall saluting. Like a NPC or some bs. I want to stay because if what I feel and see is true I can't leave them behind. I have no idea wtf is happening in this house or what to do about it. My main objective for now is to play coy whenever I need to, and just watch their bullshit unfold in front of me and backfire the way it always has. Then they panic trying to explain it in a way that keeps the program running smoothly. I'm living each next day with the knowledge that I'm not the one with an act to keep up or lies to keep memorized. I'm just trying to find a community because I know that my "family" is waiting for me to have some sort of paranoid episode or mental slip and then it's game over for me. I've already been evaluated by two mental health professionals in the last 3 years and both deemed me fit and competent, but at the same time (I know how tf I sound trust me) they themselves were part of the organized crime ring of individuals who drug, assault, and potentially kidnap college females. The first was my college campus counselor, who was the first person I told about that classmate trying to assault me. He called the campus police to detain me because my accusations were in his words "obviously delusional" and I was therefore a danger to the public. The second one was the psychiatrist at the behavioral center that I was transferred to after I was arrested for my claims, and he tried using threats on my life to force me into signing myself in voluntarily after he had already said that I was not a danger to myself or others. Both of them asked me the same thing: "When did you first start to notice that people were following you or trying to harm you?" And to both of them I said, "The Monday after Mother's Day. That was when my classmate and I did drugs together and they attempted to assault me." BOTH of them gave this reply: "Okay, so about 4 months ago then".... but the thing is that it was December when all this was transpiring, and Mother's Day would have been 7 months before then so why did they both provide that same response? Organized/occultic is the most befitting way to describe the type of criminals I fell into the hands of. They really tried to entrap and silence me using any means necessary and my immediate family tells me I made it all up. The most convincing evidence to me is the role my mother's lawn man plays in all this. He used to ask me such random and inappropriate shit. Where do my younger siblings go to school? What grades are they in? When are their birthdays? What ROUTE do they take when they walk home???? That day that I realized my professors and counselor were part of "it", I walked straight tf out of the building before the cops showed up and ran to the bus stop. 6 officers circled me, a tiny ass female, and started telling all the students to evacuate the area immediately. A few yards behind the crowd I see my mom's fucking lawn man driving a golf cart, disappears behind a building, then I see one of the cops ask into their radio "are you all ready?" And our lawn man returns from behind the building with a man dressed in all black with a hoodie and his hands in his pockets at his passenger side, and I see him put a radio up to his face and then I hear come out of the cop's radio "yeah we're just getting into position" and it was his fucking voice dude. They were straight up about to false flag my ass so I called my mom on the spot and told her I was about to die and that Andy (her lawn man) is here and that she shouldn't trust him anymore. I really thought those would be my last words to my mom. The cops laughed and took my phone away, my mom left work and came to get me but they told her I "had a psychotic break" and had to be evaluated so they planted the idea in her mind that I'd already lost my marbles before I even got a chance to explain anything to anyone. For anyone who's skeptical or has criticisms, I welcome you to say or ask me anything you need to for clarification. I've replayed everything in my head hundreds if not thousands of times over the years and I've reasonably come to the conclusion that I'm POSSIBLY: 1. the subject of a government experiment (Truman Show, nazi-esque scientists, MKUltra, aliens?), 2. being sustained for my energy and potentially body to be harvested (cannibalism, vampirism, adrenochrome, off planet slave trade, aliens?), or 3. this is flat out a dream/simulation and I'm being suppressed and manipulated because I can see through the bullshit and am therefore a threat to the program. (Again, I'm fully aware of how I sound so please save it if you have nothing helpful to offer me) After so many occurrences they stop being slips of the tongue or coincidences. Know that I am fully aware that I am coming off as THE textbook definition of schizo. The irony is not lost on me. It actually makes me further appreciate the sheer genius of the operation, whatever the fuck it is. My aim for the remainder of my days is to be as transparent as possible regarding my experiences. I have nothing to hide, and my sovereignty to lose, so... level-headedness, acceptance, neutrality etc. is my chosen approach to whatever my situation is. Fear or submission will inhibit my ability to adapt and survive and I intend to see this out. For those who might have any advice or questions please inbox me. I purposely avoided specific details and obvious identifiers for obvious reasons but I've got a plethora for anyone who wants to know more. If you've had similar experiences as well please reach out so I don't lose my marbles. I believe that there's strength in numbers. May all truth and darkness come to Light
Government Appointed Families/ Reptilians/ Truman Show
EDIT: please don't delete my post because "my account is less than four months old", I'm not a bot or troll I've literally never used reddit before and this is one of my first posts. I'm on what many call their spiritual journey, a quest for the highest truth. My awakening began when I was in college. I took recreational drugs with someone I believed to be a friend and I had experiences that all these years later I'm unable to explain and thus unable to fully process. Long, long, LONG story short, I'm trying to connect with anyone who might know if "government appointed families" exist in America or in any part of the world. My family members have all done and said things that are wildly unbefitting of the context of the conversation or atmosphere at the times, and they refuse to account for it or blatantly tell me to my face that I'm imagining things. Each next person I date is the same way. I even had an experience at my campus where I was arrested and detained on campus and moved through a hospital and behavioral center for trying to report that friend that I did drugs with for attempted assault. Campus police told me I was "obviously delusional" and that I was therefore "a public hazard", and I was emergency detained on the spot for "psychiatric evaluation". My family got wind through the grapevine that I'd "wound up in a mental institution" and ever since then they've all been playing mind games with me and purposely trying to manipulate my sanity. I was evaluated and declared mentally sound while in the behavioral center, and I've sat and questioned my sanity and reality so deeply that I've almost killed myself, so I know that I'm not schizophrenic. The mentally unsound cannot question their sanity. The problem is that, my family members are all playing a game I know nothing about to try and convince me or at least make it appear that I am in fact mentally ill. They joke about shooting me in the head and when I ask them what they just said they collectively put their hands up and yell at me to calm down. Other members joke about worshipping the devil and being reptilians. Each person I tried reporting my attempted assault to tells me I'm making it up and I just need to be grateful I'm still even alive. There's just something gross and inauthentic at play and I fear every day for my safety and sanity. My only guesses are that my parents were appointed to have/raise me so that my mental progress can be tracked for whatever reason throughout my life, and all my partners have been decided for me, or I'm the only human among a family of non-terrestrials that are raising and entrapping me for God knows what reasons. It might help to add on here that I've exhibited supernatural abilities since a very young age and I've had "aliens" contact me through electronics for years, several times with witnesses who to this day will back up my claims. Am I being intentionally interfered with and manipulated to see how long it'll take before my sanity deteriorates, or am I a species different from the individuals around me who is being contacted by unseen forces seeking to guide me? Trust me, I'm not oblivious to how I sound. Laugh and comment all you need to if it helps you feel better. I'm just doing what I think would be helpful for me to do if I don't want to die at the hands of organized criminals. What do I do? I still live at home, I don't have a license or vehicle, and every time I even think about asking my family to clarify why they did or said something that made no sense, they joke about there being an assassin outside. For anyone who's skeptical or has criticisms, I welcome you to say or ask me anything you need to for clarification. I've replyed everything in my head hundreds if not thousands of times over the years and I've reasonably come to the conclusion that I'm possibly: 1. the subject of a government social experiment (Truman Show, nazi-esque scientists, aliens?), 2. being sustained for my energy and potentially body to be harvested (cannibalism, vampirism, adrenochrome, off planet slave trade, aliens?), or 3. this is flat out a dream/simulation and I'm being suppressed and manipulated because I can see through the bullshit and am therefore a threat to the program. After so many occurrences they stop being slips of the tongue or coincidences. Know that I am fully aware that I am coming off as THE textbook definition of schizo. The irony is not lost on me. It actually makes me further appreciate the sheer genius of the operation, whatever the fuck it is. My aim for the remainder of my days is to be as transparent as possible regarding my experiences. I have nothing to hide, and my sovereignty to lose, so... level-headedness, acceptance, neutrality etc. is my chosen approach to whatever my situation is. Fear or submission will inhibit my ability to adapt and survive and I intend to see this out. For those who might have any advice or questions please inbox me. I purposely avoided details and personal identifiers for obvious reasons but I've got a plethora for anyone who wants to know more. If you've had similar experiences as well please reach out so I don't lose my marbles. I believe that there's strength in numbers. May all truth and darkness come to Light
Yes, it's my truck and No, I won't help you move and No, you can't buy it for 50 bucks!
This is long, so grab a cup of coffee, tea, or whatever keeps you happy and reading. I live in a senior housing community for people aged 55 and older. We all have identical 1-bedroom cottages that’s set up in groups of four or quads so that all of our front doors face inward toward each other. So, if I open my front door, I have a very clear view of the front doors of my 3 neighbors and because I am in the back of this quad, I also have a view of the parking area. I think the purpose of grouping the houses this way was to create a friendly and safe atmosphere; however, it’s just creepy in a “you have no privacy” kind of way. I am F57, disabled, and have a 16-year-old pickup truck that gets me where I need to go most of the time. If you’ve ever owned a pickup truck, you’ll understand my frustration. If you haven’t owned one, talk to anyone who has and they will tell you that according to friends, family, acquaintances, neighbors, and even complete strangers, you have it so that you can help them move, haul furniture or a tree they cut down, and anything else they can’t fit in the trunk of their car. AND because it is a pickup truck, it can be mistreated, abused, dented, scratched, beaten up, and treated like a piece of heavy construction equipment and you shouldn’t care because well. . . it’s a truck. I have a neighbor (F - about 65 years old) that has kind of made a pest of herself since the day I moved in. I’ve done my best to be neighborly, nice, and accommodating, but each time I interact with her, I’m left feeling used. The neighbor, let's call her Karen, has come over pretending to want to visit with me, which she does for about 2 minutes, and then asks me for something. In the 3 years that I’ve been here, she’s asked me to set up 2 TVs (at different times), take a new alarm clock out of its packaging and then teach her how to operate it. I’ve been asked to fill out her food stamp paperwork, fill out information for her lease renewal, read a piece of mail to her and explain it because she didn’t understand it, to take her places and to “loan” her money for the bus. That’s just a few. Now that you get the idea of what I’ve dealt with before, it’s time for the story. One Monday morning, Karen comes beating on my door (she does what I call a “cop knock” – loud, hard, and repeated) around 8 a.m., waking me up. (I am a night owl, by the way.) I go to the door and she is standing there holding her natural gas bill telling me how she needed a ride to the gas company's office to talk to them about paying the bill and hands me the bill. I look at it, hoping to find a phone number for her to call, but there isn't one, but I do see that her bill is for about $17. So, I take her across town with her providing the directions since I had never been to this building (the gas company did not have an office in town, so I guess this was maybe a payment center). I drop her at the front, park, and wait for her. Karen comes out saying that they can't help her there and asks me if she should just call them to make arrangements to make payments since she didn't have the money. I tell her that's what I would do and bring her back home. We basically made this trip for nothing. Two days later, there is another loud, repeated banging on my door waking me up just before 9 a.m. Karen is back and seems to be a little frantic. She needs a ride again. This time she's very vague about why she wants to go, but left me with the impression that something was going to get turned off, repossessed, or turned over to collections if she didn't go. She's also vague as to where she wants to go. She keeps tell me that it's down by the casino, across the street from the gas station. I told her I'd take her but she would have to point me in the right direction since I've never been to the casino. She gives me turn by turn directions until she has me turn left onto the entrance road for the casino. I'm looking around for any other businesses or even the gas station and I'm not seeing anything other than the casino in front of us and open land on either side. So, I ask her where am I supposed to be dropping her. Karen points to an upcoming sign and says, "See the sign that says 'Valet'? Just follow that sign." Yep, you guessed it, Karen had me drop her at the front entrance to the casino. She'd lied to me by omission. She didn't ask me to take her to the casino (which I would probably have done since it's none of my business how she spends her money), she asked me to take her to a business near the casino. Yeah, well, I wasn't happy. On Monday she couldn't afford to pay her $17 gas bill and on Wednesday she's going to the casino by tricking me into taking her. A week goes by and I am in the office paying my rent when Karen comes in. Karen: Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here today. Girl, I just walked all the way here. Me: Didn’t know you needed a ride. I can give you a ride back to the house if you would like. I wait while Karen pays her rent and we walk out together. Now, I’m expecting to get in my truck and drive the 4 blocks back to my house. Karen had another idea. Karen: Take me to Everything’s Cheap store. Me: Where? Karen: To Everything’s Cheap. Just turn here at the stop sign and I’ll show you. It’s not far. Me: Karen, I’m going to take you there, but I’m not shopping and I’m not going to sit in the parking lot and wait for you. You’ll have to get another ride home or walk. Karen: It’s fine. I won’t be long. I drop her at the front door and I go home. A couple of hours later, she bangs on my door. Karen: Where did my ride go? Me: Home. I told you that I wasn’t going to wait for you. Karen: I had all my stuff that I had to carry home. Now my back hurts. Me: I’m sorry, but I warned you. Karen walks away muttering things that I didn’t understand and slammed her door. Skip ahead several months and I run into Karen again as I am paying my rent. She wants me to give her a ride to the Social Security office. I tell her that I can't as my truck is not running right and I can't get too far from home in it until I get it check out and fixed. My truck started having issues and it's been difficult trying to get it fixed with lock-down, a back issue that left me bedridden for several weeks, and 2 major hurricanes this year (there’s nothing major wrong with the truck - just needs a new starter and gaskets to fix an oil leak that's caused the starter to go bad). Karen: But it's just a few blocks away and it's hot out here. Me: I can't trust my truck not to leave me stranded with no way to get it home. Karen: It will be fine. Me: Maybe, but I'm not willing to risk it. Karen slaps the side of my truck and continues on her walk and I go home in my truck. Another 3 days go by and more banging on my door and again I am awakened (it's 7:15 a.m.). This time I'm angry and I snatched the door open. Me: What? Karen (standing there with her purse and house keys in her hand as if she knows I'll say yes): I need to go to the mattress store. I need to pick up my new queen size mattress. Me: No. My truck still isn't running right. Karen: But I need your truck to haul the mattress home. Me: No. Karen: It's not a heavy mattress. Me: Oh, so who’s going to help you get it in and out of my truck and carry it into your house? Karen: The two of us can do it. Me: Karen, I have degenerative disk disease. The disks in my spine are disintegrating. I can't lift nor carry a mattress even with someone helping. Karen: But I already bought it. How am I going to get it home? Me: Call friends or family to help you. Karen: They don't have a truck and you do! Me: Yes, I have a truck, but there is no sign anywhere on it that says Free Moving Company. I close the door on her and go back to bed. An hour later, more knocking. This time, it's an older man. Man 1: Excuse me, but is that your truck? (He points at my truck in the parking lot.) Me: Yes. Man 1: I have an upright piano I need to move and was wondering if I could use your truck. Me: No. (I glance over at the neighbor's house and I see her peeking through a crack in her door - I have a sneaking suspicion she has put this guy up to this to see if I would help him.) Man 1: You can drive the truck. I just need to have the piano hauled to my storage unit. Me: How are you going to get an upright piano into the bed of my truck? Man 1: I'll just roll it up a ramp and into the back. Me: Do you know how much an upright piano weighs? One person can't push it up a ramp. If you use a ramp on my tailgate, you will break the tailgate and probably lose the piano in the process. My truck is large, but the rear end is not made for hauling a piano and will cause the front end to lift off the ground preventing my front wheel drive truck from gaining traction and straining my 16-year-old engine. Man 1: Well, could you call 4 or 5 of your male friends to help lift it into the back of the truck? Me: No! I close the door on this man, too. He didn’t come right out and say it, but I felt like he wanted to borrow my truck so he could go pick up the mattress for Karen. Yeah, I’m a little suspicious. The following morning . . . *sigh* . . . I ignore the knocking that occurs every half hour or so over a 3-hour period until she finally gives up. Later that afternoon, I open my door to get the mail out of my box when a second man approaches me out of nowhere. It’s like he was hiding around the corner waiting for me to come out of my house. Man 2 (points at my truck - it irritates me every time someone does this): Is that your truck? Me (feeling very annoyed and snarky): What gave it away? Is it because it's parked in a space clearly labeled with my house number? Or is it because someone told you who the truck belonged to? (I point at Karen's house.) Man 2: Does it run? Me: Listen, I don't know what you're wanting me pick up, deliver, move, haul, transport, or tow, but I am not a moving company, taxi, uber, delivery service, or a tow truck. I won't be doing any of those things and before you ask, I won't be allowing you or anyone else to drive my truck either. Now, do you have any other questions? Man 2: Uh, do you want to sell it? Me: What?! Why would I want to sell it? Man 2: Well, since it needs fixing, I thought maybe you would want to sell it to someone who could afford to fix it. Me: How do you know it needs fixing? Man 2 (turns bright red and can't take his eyes off ground): I just thought if you sold it, you could buy something else and I could fix the truck. Me: Tell Karen that I'm not selling you my truck so that you can fix it to give to her. Man 2: I wasn't going to give it to her. Me (pointing at his huge truck parked in Karen's designated space): You want me to believe that you would rather have my 16-year-old truck that needs repair than your brand-new truck? How stupid do you think I am? As the older man silently stares at the ground, Karen flings her door open and marches up to me. Karen: Just sell him your truck so he can fix it. You clearly aren't going to do it any time soon. At least I will put it to good use. I need it and I need it more than you apparently do. Now, he’s willing to get it fixed for me, so just sell him the damn truck already! Me: My truck is not for sale! When or if I get my truck fixed is absolutely none of your business. Karen: I’m going to call the office and tell them that you have a broken-down truck sitting in the parking lot that needs to be hauled to the junk yard. They’ll make you get rid of it or fix it. Man 2: Karen, they can’t do anything to her . . . Karen cuts him off. She’s so angry, she’s crying, shaking, and spitting as she screams Karen: SHUT UP! STAY OUT OF THIS. I WANT THAT TRUCK AND I’M GOING TO GET IT! I’LL CALL THE POLICE. THEY WILL MAKE HER GET RID OF IT. Man 2: Karen, the police aren’t . . . She cuts him off again. Karen: YES, THEY WILL. THEY'LL LISTEN TO ME. She storms off to call the police. In the meantime, I brought a chair outside along with a can of soda and a bowl of microwave popcorn. I figured this was going to be a good show. Karen and Man 2 have gone inside her house to wait. The neighbor to my left has come out to see what’s going on. Let’s call her Mary. Mary can’t stand Karen, so she drags a chair out and sits next to me and we share my popcorn. Enter Cop 1 and Cop 2 The cops arrive in about 5-6 minutes and walk up to Karen’s door and knock while glancing around at Mary and me and grinning. She answers and tells them that I have created an eyesore in the neighborhood by having an old beat up, broken-down truck sitting in the parking lot and she wants it removed immediately. Cop 1 (pointing at my truck - yep, he does it, too and I can't help but roll my eyes): That truck? Karen: Yes. Cop 1: That truck is clean, shiny, no dents, no scratches, new tires . . . are you sure that’s the eyesore? Karen: Yes. It’s 10 years old and broken and she doesn’t want to fix it. It’s just sitting there doing nothing for months. Me: It’s 16 years old. Cop 2 (spins around, surprised): Seriously? That truck is that old? Wow! It’s in great shape. You’ve taken good care of her. Me: Thank you. Karen: I want that truck gone! Cop 2 walks over to me to discuss my truck’s mechanical history. So, I explain to him that in the 16 years that I have owned her, I have changed her oil every 3-4 months, given her a bath once a month, got her a new set of tires 6 years ago, and when I first began having problems with her starting, I bought a new battery (the old one was the original battery from when I bought the truck off the showroom floor), and when the battery wasn’t the problem, I had a mechanic come and look at it. He determined that it was the starter and the gasket was leaking. All I was waiting on was my friend to come and help me start her (someone needs to get under the truck and tap the starter while someone else turns over the ignition) so that I can get it to the mechanic’s house for him to work on it. Karen: She’s lying. That truck hasn’t moved in 3 months. Me (offering popcorn to Cop 2 who took a handful): Wrong. It hasn’t moved in 4 days. It’s had problems for 3 or 4 months. Cop 1: Ms. Karen, there really isn’t anything the police department can do for you. Her truck definitely isn’t an eyesore nor is it sitting there in pieces creating a safety hazard. Karen: She’s driving down property values. Cop 1 (starts chuckling): Ms. Karen, you are renting a house in government subsidized senior housing. Cop 2: Why don’t you tell us the real reason why you want her truck removed. Mary (who has been silent until now - stands up and turns on her best diva soul-sister voice and attitude and gives the cops the greatest Deep-South Beautiful Black Woman sermon I’ve ever heard – I’ll try to write as best I can): Ohh, Lawd Jesus, help us all! Dis here woman of the night, want everything she can’t have, Lawd! I think it’s cuz she pulls her hair back so tight, Lawd, she can only see what’s in the back o’ her mind! Uh huh! She wants her Old Saggy Boy Toy of the Day here to buy my friend’s pick’em up truck, so she can go and pick’em up, Lawd, mm-hmm, if ya gittin' what I’m sayin’. He buy it and trade it to her for a little roll on her nasty sheets! Lawd Jesus, help us! And she think she all hot and sexy so you believe her and take away my friend’s truck. She a fool, uh huh. She think she can fool you, too, uh huh! How da hell do ya think she got those 2 big ass TVs in there? Mmm-hmm! Cop 1 is bent over laughing hysterically while Cop 2 is standing with his mouth open and his eyes wide. Cop 2 (turns to Man 2): Is any of that true? Man 2 (embarrassed, humiliated, and just looking tired): She wanted the truck and 50 bucks. Karen and Man 2 are arrested. Not sure what the exact charges were but I heard words being thrown around like pandering, solicitation, scamming, and false complaint among others. A couple of days later, Mary told me that Karen returned home. I guess she found a way to get bailed out. I haven’t seen her and I am hoping that I don’t. As for my “pick’em up truck”, I’m still waiting to get her to the mechanic. My friend will be here on his next day off (he doesn't get them often) to help me. It’s a good thing I’m a patient person with a super diva as a friend and neighbor. It's also good to know that my truck is at least worth one 20-minute roll on the sheets and 50 bucks. EDIT: Thanks for the awards everyone! And just a little side note for those of you rolling your eyes at the fact that I offered a cop popcorn and he took it - I live in the Deep South in a small-ish college town. The cops here are helpful, friendly (until provoked), and generally good guys. When construction workers stole from me after Hurricane Laura, two cops came to investigate and afterwards I offered them both a bottle of water and they accepted.
Sephiblack is well known for his Miguel gameplay. He's a very strong player, willing to take some interesting risks to push forwards and establish the close-range respect Miguel thrives off of. He's been playing him for a while and hasn't given up on him yet, and he knows all the little minutia such as guaranteed damage, frame traps, situations, etc. His YT has many matches against known names in the scene, tips on improving your game (though not specifically Miguel) and self-analysis.
Glaciating has a bit of a spotty record, he doesn't like travelling but his presence has been made known in online tournaments. He has been representing Miguel for a long time! A well rounded player with a good intuition.
A very dedicated Miguel main that has put on an enormous amount of long-form content discussing the character's weaknesses and strengths. Don't let the format of this "anti-character" discussion post fool you - if you go to his channel, there won't be a single thing you don't know about this character and you will be able to counter him effectively. Other Resources
Miguel Framedata, Season 4 by RBNorway - For any specific question I may not have answered or frames I may not have mentioned. If you have the BKNMokujin Discord bot, you can mention the inputs to also get a gfycat video of the move.
Matches/Sets
Glaciating vs Shadow20z, Anakin Invitational Grand Finals - Though this ends poorly for Shadow, these two players have history and he knows by now how to control Miguel's approach, jab his offense back to neutral, and time his low blocks and parries against a very frightening set of lows. ~12 minutes
Glaciating vs Akash, The Danger Room - A FT10 exhibition match that goes 9-10, Akash's Lee is on point but so is Glaciating's Miguel. A very long set but one worth watching to see how Akash deals with a character able to dominate close range and retreat easily outwards. There are also some strange moments that demonstrate some of Miguel's fringe strengths like side-step tracking. ~57 minutes
Sephiblack vs SuperAkouma, Fighting Games Challenge 2019 - A famous set for Miguel players and another one where he wins. That isn't to say that SuperAkouma does not have good ducks against Miguel's strings and SAV string mixups. 13:05, in exchange for a weaker power struggle you get a much quicker set.
Sephiblack vs Glaciating, S4 Mirror - A true treat for anyone looking to learn or fight Miguel. Two of the most prominent players mirror matching each other on the character with two different playstyles (extreme aggression vs extreme defense), and despite the connection being 3 bars, there's no shortage of notes to take. 35:55, with some helpful commentary on Glaciating's plays from Sephi.
Strengths, Weaknesses, Playstyle
Strengths
Good punishment - Miguel's punishers often leave him with good frame advantage, a chance to enter SAV, or decent damage
Meaty Frames - Miguel is able to put himself at a frame advantage on hit and on block fairly frequently.
Damage and Combos - Many of his launch combos are fairly easy and are on the damaging end, while having excellent wall carry options, wall enders, and floor breaks.
Mini Combos - A long list of confirmed mini-combos that make every hit worth double the damage.
Counterhit Launchers - Miguel has a VERY long list of CH launchers (b1, SAV33, b22, b3, SAV11, SAV121, SAVb14, etc etc....) that flow into his kit well, allowing him to persistently threaten the opponent.
Okizeme - It's hard to wake up against Miguel without taking damage, thanks to a Steel Pedal, a hatchet that hits grounded and tracks to his weak side, and a few other moves.
Mixup Intensive - At a close range Miguel is extremely overwhelming thanks to a large collection of fast CH launchers, frame advantage, and the ability to transition into an extremely lethal stance (SAV or Savage)
Safe/Deceptive on Block - Many of Miguel's moves are at first unintuitive to punish, and many players will miss the chance to punish some of his -10, -14, and even -17 moves without labbing.
Difficult to Sidestep - A lot of his core moves are either homing or track to his sidestep weakside, making it require precise inputs to sidestep a Miguel that knows what he's doing.
Long Legs and Forward Movement - While his arms are short, Miguel has some of the longest legs in the game and is able to use this to his advantage in pokes from outside his comfortable range. Many of his punch based moves give him forward momentum that assist him in getting inside the enemy's bubbles.
Decent Throws - Miguel's 2+4, side throws, and his standing command grab all put him in good positions on wakeup.
Weaknesses
Mediocre Defense - If his opponent is an aggressive character as well, Miguel needs to fight tooth and nail to stay on top. While he has three viable panic moves, the lack of variety, evasion, and safety from using them puts him in an easy to bully situation.
Poor range - Although he has some good pokes with good range, he still suffers from issues using certain moves like 2,1 as they have no arm range or forwards momentum. Spacing Miguel with your character's generic df4 can compromise his gameplan.
Sluggish Moves - Some of his better moves can be somewhat slow to come out, like b+3, or f+4, when trying to use them for their intended purpose.
Risky - When you get past the deception some of his moves offer, mostly from matchup knowledge, Miguel suddenly becomes an extremely risky character. (db3,)4 is -18 on block, (SAV 1,2)1 is -17, b+4 is -14, etc. Despite these moves being weird or hard to punish from a glance, they're actually very bad for him to throw out randomly.
No Throw Game - Miguel only has the generic 1 or 2 break throws and a single 1+2 break throw. While he does have Ultimate Tackle, it's not easy to hit and only comes from FC.
Playstyle Miguel has three big things important to his gameplan:
Get IN
Bully them with mixups
Bait them into counterhits
While he has some okay whiff punishment, Miguel shines when he is relentless on the opponent and forcing them to guess between ducking or standing, extension or not, delay or instant. He excels at range 0, but struggles with zoning and can spend a long time looking for openings from his pokes or through whiffs to put the opponent on the ground and begin torturing them. Being hard to sidestep and having a high damage wall combo, he likes putting the opponent's back to one.
List of Counter-Hit Launchers
Q: Why have this section? A: Miguel has a prolific list of various different CH launchers. Many players do not know the full extent of his moves that can CH launch, so I think it would be appropriate to list them all here for safety's sake. Click the move name to see a short clip showing it and basic information. Tell me if the links are not working. Neutral
This is a very tricky move and one of Miguel's signature panic moves. Although it only hits High, it hits 11f in, making it possible for him to snipe you out of a mixup or a string if you choose to delay. The range is minimal, the recovery is extremely long on whiff, and it's linear. The best option is to duck or sidestep when you think it's coming.
A CH launch magic 4, the range has been nerfed in the past, but it remains something Miguel can use at a slightly longer range than b+1 to go for a combo starter. Duck this like you would b+1, or you'll get taken to wall. Common to see at round start.
The first hit is a high, but it is Miguel's fastest neutral homing. If you block or get hit by the first hit, it's best to respect it and not interrupt. It's safe but minus, where the alternative is walking into a mid-CH launcher with high damage potential. You should be able to duck and launch.
This move comes from a fairly scary string of Miguel's. If the second hit connects, he's either +6 or -5, meaning he can enter SAV and torture you or enter SAV and punch parry you. The extremely large window to input the final elbow means that he can also bait out counterhits. Because it's only -10 for the whole string, duck the second hit for a WS launch.
10f, Mid, +4 on B, guaranteed stomp or steel pedal on H
Because Miguel's jab string can end in a punishing high that grants him a chunky followup or + frames, and the 1+2 ending though slow is a + mid, many players are scared to interrupt these jab strings. Ducking and jabbing is the basic counter but can be low-parried on a read, the absolute safest method is to duck and then sidestep out of the way. Difficult, but likely the best option.
Although this is a slow move, it has a chunky hit and a huge delay window. The -6 without SAV transition makes it safe to block, and -14 makes it profitable to punish.
This string is not extremely good, but the long range and even longer delay window give Miguel players an opportunity to trick the opponent into rushing in. The ease of punishing this string is often underestimated, but not everyone can launch it. Figure out what works for your character based on range and don't let this string abuse you. Natural hit.
The first hit is a fast high, but if you're in close range, be careful. Miguel puts himself at -7 which means no continuation will fork over his turn, but the followup can and will launch overzealous players for a decent combo. Ducking the first hit or punishing the full thing are your options here - be warned that this is a natural hit if the 3 connects and a block punish move.
Miguel's very own steel pedal. Can be hard without wall for some characters to launch punish it. Beware this move on wakeup, as you'll either be on the floor again or counterhit. This move is linear to sidestep but can catch you while rolling.
Because this move gives massive advantage, forces crouch on hit, has a SAV transition, is a CH launcher, and crushes lows, it's a nasty tool to deal with despite the slow speed. A side walk or step to either direction will beat it, but SSR can be a little trickier. Try to backdash or step this move as you do not want to block or be hit by it.
f+4 is one of Miguel's most important pokes thanks to being long range, homing, and a mid. If you get hit by the first hit the second is guaranteed, while he can also enter SAV at +7. If the f+4 CHs, nothing special happens. Like many of his moves, let Miguel do his thing and don't press buttons if you want a punish or your turn back.
Miguel's df1 series is very daunting to those who aren't familiar with him. With df1 and df1,1 both having SAV entrances and df1,1,3 being a delayable low, all of the variables of this string can confuse players greatly. The best option when this string comes out is to duck under (df1,)1 or wait it out and choose between the low (KND on CH) or the elbow (CH launch) to block. Jabbing the string is possible, but can lead to the punch parry.
A weird input, slow low (though it is homing.) This move does not launch naturally. Though it does provide a SAV transition and is long range, it's way too telegraphed and punishable and slow. The best thing this move is for is okizeme, or the pure element of surprise as so few people use it. If you have a 15f hopkick, then your block and counter are the same... All the same, it packs a punch on hit and on counter-hit.
This move is fast, but more importantly it has a diverse set of followups. SAV1,4 is a fast-mid wallbounce, SAV 1,2,1 is a highly delayable string that can end in a launch, while SAV 1,1 is a high-high CH launcher. Because SAV 1 is 0 on block and has two powerful mid followups, dealing with this move can be somewhat difficult at first. If you feel confident, you can duck, while if you think that Miguel is only doing SAV 1 repeatedly to scare you, it can be jabbed. On hit, SAV 1 confirms 1, 2, or 4 followups but not SAV 1,2,1.
Coming from a string with high delay capabilities, this move can be scary to press buttons against. If the second hit is a counterhit, the final hit is guaranteed. Though it has big pushback, it's quite easy to launch this move and shut down players expecting you not to know that it can be launched without wall. SAV 1,2 is -10 if they don't complete the string, so be sure to punish that as well.
This move is a fast and mean homing kick, on normal hit it gives SAV df2, while on counter hit it screws. It's fast, but 0 on block, so the best option is to duck this or jab it on block.
The first hit of this string is a mid and a set up into Miguel's punch parry. The time between hits can be long, but the threat of a CH high and the ability to go back into SAV for a mid after the first knee makes it somewhat paralyzing. On a read you can duck and launch between the delay, but Miguel is -9 after blocking the high kick so it may be worth it to wait to be safe. Without delay you cannot recover to duck after blocking the first hit.
SAV b+1 is a 14f mid homing move, that sets up into Miguel's punch parry. It is an extremely dangerous and key move, making the followups safe to initiate. The knee will launch on CH, and give advantage on hit, while the SAV b+1,2 string gives some extra damage. It's -10, so it can be hard to get rewarded for blocking this string, but it's well worth it over what can happen if you press.
Miguel's Punch Parry
SAV b+2, known in the move list as "Tornillo", is a 26f, Mid, -9 on block, +4 on hit punch. However, it has a long window to parry high or mid punches that guarantees a launch. Experienced players will naturally try to jab Miguel's strings, since many of them have long followups or long delay windows, which is where the punch parry comes in. Knowing when this can happen is very important as it can save your life. Miguel Sabaki Parry Quicknotes - Hobbes Obodo Active reversal window: i3-i10, or 7 frames By utilizing frame knowledge we can see how to use this move when minus on block. Essentially, any move up to -7 can be used to set up a parry of a 10f jab, while at -8 you can parry 11f moves (WS punches for instance.) Common Punch Parry Setup Moves
Characters with magic 4s or FC downjabs can counter this move, however they risk eating a followup in many cases like SAV b+1,4 that could be just as deadly thanks to the CH launch property. Be careful and take note as to whether or not the Miguel has used a setup into a parry before or is repeatedly doing setup moves without following up (to see if you jab.)
String Variations
A very pressing issue with Miguel's movelist are the dozens of different ways he can end a string. Entering SAV, or having two different options (usually one as a counterhit launcher) can put a lot of pressure on the opponent to come up with something and get out, but making their guesses very high stakes. Strings with Multiple Endings
1,2,4 or 1,2,1+2
Ducking then sidestepping beats both endings and low parries. Dangerous as they are +3 and +4 (force crouch) on block. WS launching is hard as SAV link shortens recovery.
df1~f or df1,1~f or df1,1,3 or df1,1,2
Jabbing is the safest for the first two hits (beware the parry), and the low can be parried or hopkicked and the mid can be punished well.
df2,1 or df2,2 or df2,d2
First is launch punishable, second is -6 and slow, third crushes lows and is only -3 leaving him at position to sidestep. The latter two have long delay windows and slow startups on the second swing that can be jabbed sometimes.
df4,1~f or df4,1,1
Ducking the second hit is the key to making this string fall apart. If you block it, you can be in trouble thanks to the long delay and punch parry possibility. The final hit is -10.
db3~f or db3,4
The first hit as a SAV link is weighty at +4 on hit and only -12. The second hit can be done on block and be a devastating, sneaky and chunky round ender. The second hit is launch punishable.
ub1~f or ub1,4
A set up in to a punch parry or a very plus on hit low, both hits are slow and telegraphed.
fF2,1 or fF2,2
A safe approach that pushes the opponent toward wall, the fF2,1 variant can be ducked but the fF2,2 is Mid-Mid and -13. I believe this can be fuzzy guarded.
SAV 1~f or SAV 1,4 or SAV 1,1 or SAV 1,2~f or SAV 1,2,1
This extremely tricky series boils down to two rules: One, never duck as all four endings are -9 or punishable. Two, SAV 1~f is not as powerful as it seems, SAV 1 is the fastest move SAV has at 12 frames, making SAV 1~f risky. If the Miguel is spamming SAV 1~fSAV 1 then you should be able to jab or downjab him. Beware punch parry.
SAV 3~f or SAV 3,3
It's best to let this one play out. If you block the first hit and the string isn't delayed you can't do anything, if it's delayed you may eat a CH launch, or a punch parry. The parry and the second hit are -9 which leaves you with your turn back.
SAV d+4~f or SAV d+4,3
The second hit is guaranteed on the first. It's a very fast low but it's likely you'll counter this move while looking for Hatchet. Natural combo.
SAV b+1~f or SAV b+1,4 or SAV b+1,2
While the mid 4 is very sudden, and scary, it's punishable at -10. The low 2 is much slower and if there's a slight delay you can low parry/hopkick without truly having to react. Beware the SAV b+1~f as this can be a punch parry setup or a setup into the b+1,4 CH launch. A bit of a catch-22 as respecting the SAV b+1 too much will lead to other setups like Hatchet.
This was one of Miguel's favorite neutral moves since before Season 4, and now it's even better than it used to be with its new SAV transition. f+4 offers a very long range mid homing poke, giving Miguel a tool to defend with when the opponent is at range and trying to get in. It can also offer him a chance to get his own offense started at closer ranges thanks to being +8 on hit and linking to SAV. On hit, the 2 followup is guaranteed and will knock the opponent down. If the opponent presses buttons between each move then they will get launched. Being safe on block ties together this formidable poke. This move is slow, it's easy to sidestep and still have time to block afterward. On block it is -8, so he cannot punch parry you either. The f+4,2 full string lands at -12.
df4,1,1 | df4,1~f
Coming off of a fast mid knee, this move propels Miguel very far forward on every hit. The delay window between the second hit and the third is very long, giving Miguel an easy fast-mid-CH launch tool. At -5 on the second elbow, he can easily transition to SAV to punch parry you if you think he's going to delay the last elbow. This tricky string eats players alive when they haven't studied the move well. The first and third hits are mid, but the second hit is a high. There are no other extensions and there is no real delay window between the first and second hit, meaning you can safely duck in preparation for the second hit and get a while-standing launch off. If you block the entire thing, you get a -10 punish.
df3,2
A mid-mid string with decent range on both hits and a little bit of frame advantage to top it off. Commonly used as nothing more than a poke string, careful that you aren't counter-hit as you will give Miguel more frame advantage than he would have on a normal hit. -6 or so on block with no SAV extension, it's not too threatening.
2,1 | 2,1~f
At Range 0 this is a very powerful move coming out at 11f. Though they are both High you cannot duck the second after blocking the first. On block it will put him at -3, allowing him to sidestep or transition to SAV, while it also functions as an 11f punisher that will put him at a staggering +7 which gives him free reign to enter SAV or do a different move from neutral. The best solution to this move is to consider whatever counter action you would like to take, and delay it by just a moment. If Miguel side steps you can catch him, and a fast 4 will catch his punch parry. Be careful as he can use the threat of the punch parry to enter SAV safely from being minus, since you might choose to not jab interrupt.
uf+1 | uf+1~f
A dangerous oki tool thanks to being a mid with a low reach and crushing lows. +4 on block with transition to SAV, along with an untechable knockdown, this move is extremely dangerous to go against and will be one of the tools in a more seasoned Miguel's arsenal. There is no good way to deal with this move other than sidestepping as it is extremely linear even to his strong side - the problem then becomes the fact that the closer you are when you sidestep, the farther Miguel sails past you, and the harder he is to punish.
fF2,1 | fF2,2
A favorite move for approach among mid-level Miguel players. fF2,1 is mid-high, but is safe on block and pushes his opponent far backwards giving him the ability to control the space. fF2,2 is mid-mid, but unsafe for him on block at -13. This move is used a lot in combos as the 2 extension gives a high wallsplat and the 1 extension breaks floors. Where people commonly mess up with this move can be boiled down to a few things: trying to hit between swings (don't), underestimating the range on the first hit (DON'T), and letting him get away with a jab punish or nothing on -13 (DON'T). This move can be fuzzy-guarded and easily shut down. If you're near the wall it's linear to sidestep the first hit. Miguel should not be given this free entrance into your space no matter what. Has a soft feint between swings that can be launched.
db3 | db3~f | db3,4
An insidious kick to the ankles, this leaves Miguel +4 with a chance to enter SAV and only -12 (thanks S4!) on block. The extension is fatally punishable (-19~18), but it is incredibly sneaky thanks to deceptive range and the ability to be used even when db3 is blocked. It is a round stealer and an excellent tool for Miguel to bully players with when they are panicking and making bad decisions. It is -9 on hit, but it does its job effectively most of the time.
b+4 - Panic Move!
Although this move is -14, making it severely punishable on block, it's also an 18f armored mid kick with very long range. Many Miguels will rely on trading with this move as it does a chunk of damage, pushes the enemy very far, and will also bounce them off of the wall. It's an incredibly loaded move that makes for a compelling panic choice, but it's rather predictable and very punishable. Don't let the short blockstun fool you, it gives a lot of damage.
b+1 | b+1~f - Panic Move!
One of his most famous moves. An 11f, high, counter-hit launcher. This move is a fairly predictable, but it is safe (-9) on block. The whiff recovery is EXTREMELY long, even with the link to SAV, and it's somewhat linear. An easy way to avoid the grief that comes with this move altogether is choosing to not finish whatever pressure you had planned and waiting to see if the Miguel is going to interrupt you. Failure to do this can shut down some characters like Hwoarang fairly quickly as the Miguel only needs a split second to send you to the ground.
d+3
Although it's not very glamorous, this is a long range poke that is somewhere in the low 20s for speed.
WS 1 | WS 1~f
At -5 on block, this sets up for his sinister punch parry game. Registering at a massive +8 on hit, but critically lacking range.
WS 4
Similarly unpunishable, this WS4 gives a good chunk of damage while also having a very long range. It's common to expect it coming at ranges where the Miguel is not confident that he can force a block on the WS+1.
Favorite Moves and Punishing (SAV)
SAV db3 | SAV db3~f "Hatchet"
One of the most important and recognizable moves in Miguel's entire moveset, not just Savage alone. Dealing a chunk of damage, tracking to his weakside very well, moving far forwards, hitting grounded, giving beefy frame advantage, and going back into SAV for more mixups make this move a seriously terrifying low to deal with. SAV is full of scary moves, but this takes the cake. Being able to force an opponent to deal with a mid or a low that will eat their shins alive puts them in an uncomfortable spot and is the key to Miguel's Range 0 supremacy. A low parry isn't too satisfying either, considering the damage that's at stake (Miguel can often throw a SAV df2 to get himself a launch between uses of hatchet). TIPS: This is -13 on block, making it a launch for some. Many Miguel players will open with this move upon transitioning to SAV, and are prone to doing at least two hatchets before alternating to a mid. Many weaker players will not properly mix-up their SAV game when trying to get started.
SAV b+1 | SAV b+1~f | SAV b+1,2 | SAV b+1,4
Thanks to a buff that made SAV b+1 homing, and (SAV b+1),4 a CH launch, it is now one of Miguel's favorite pressuring tools and ways to force respect at a close range. SAV b+1 is -7 on block, making it ideal for the punch parry game, a 14f homing mid which makes it impossible to get away from, and it has a mid/low mixup that can end in a counter-hit launch. As terrifying as this move is, SAV b+1 itself has no real power. The extensions or transition back into SAV are where all of the real power comes from - it's better to defend and let a player do SAV b+1 into itself infinitely rather than try to interrupt it. A hopkick or low parry will beat the 2, while the 4 is -10 and the punch parry is -9. If the player goes into another move, you can go forwards from there.
SAV df2
This move does more than just launch. While it is not considered crouching, it has an insanely low profile, making it able to duck jabs on startup to guarantee a painful launch. It tracks to Miguel's weakside, can track rolls, and flips over grounded opponents. Despite its appearance of having a large amount of push-back, it's -17, and quite punishable. This will be commonly thrown out after Miguel has established frame dominance, typically with his SAV db3, in order to break your blocking defense.
SAV 2
A fast, -9 mid punch. The low profile allows Miguel to go under highs, while tracking to his weakside, wallsplatting for a combo (or a mini-combo in certain situations), it breaks floors, it does good damage, it's guaranteed in a few scenarios, it has decent range, it hits wall slumps, and has an untechable knockdown. This move is an absolute monster, and due to its speed (16f), he can throw it fairly often after a transition or within its maximum range to check the opponent and get inside quickly. The move is extremely non-linear despite its appearance, but being -9 he will give up his turn. Be on the look out, specifically from moves like 1,2,4~f.
SAV 4
A 15f high homing kick that's 0 on block, gives a guaranteed SAV df2 on hit, and screws on counter-hit. If you block this, Miguel cannot transition back to SAV. Jabbing after blocking it will at worst trade with his jab, while ducking it has obvious benefits. Overall the move is not hard to disarm, but typically comes from setups that encourage sidestepping or might push the enemy to press a button in order to escape pressure.
SAV 1 SERIES
SAV 1 series is complicated to deal with. While SAV 1 itself is a high, it's 0 on block, and it has many extensions. SAV 1,1 is high-high, but it gives guaranteed damage and okizeme to Miguel. SAV 1,2 and SAV 1,4 are both mids - the first leaves him -10 on block but advantaged on hit to continue into a mid launcher or back into SAV, the second is an imperceptibly fast mid WALLBOUNCE that is -10 but with enough pushback to completely confuse the opponent as to whether it's punishable at all.
SAV b+2
(See above section "Miguel's Punch Parry")
SAV d+4,3
A 15f low with minor range, the primary strength of this is the chunk it takes out of the opponent (the 3 is guaranteed to my knowledge) while having almost zero animation whatsoever. The animation consists of Miguel moving his back foot forwards and hitting you in the shin with the side of his boot, but his front leg does not move and his upper body stays stiff in the SAV posture. Although it isn't a big move to throw by itself, it's often used to mess with people's heads when they are defending against a mid or expecting hatchet.
Throw Situations
2+4 Generic Throw
This throw will leave you face up, head towards Miguel and switch sides. Waking up here can be incredibly hazardous as you can eat a steel pedal flip for laying down, or since you are backwards, you can be caught by f+4,2 when trying to wake up normally by holding back. Hatchet and SAV df2 can be quickly input to neutralize your side rolls and f+4 will at best trade with you if it isn't used instantly.
Right Side Throw
Miguel puts you off axis and flips you over onto your back. You will be left with him standing to your character's left hip, directly on top of you. This is another disastrous place to be in as your defense is more compromised thanks to a shorter distance allowing him to use basically any low and any mid to immediately compromise you. Notably, he can easily stomp you in this position or force you to wake-up against his steel pedal.
df1+2 Command Throw
An interesting throw, although Miguel has no "true" throw game, this can sometimes confuse players unfamiliar with the matchup due to its animation being similar to his 2+4 grab in startup. While this move leaves you standing, the most CRITICAL thing to note, is that he has not only frame advantage (+4?) but a transition into SAV directly from stance. Meaning that almost all of the time this throw ends, you will be facing an advantaged Miguel ready to throw a hatchet or a mid. The only thing you want to do after this throw is DEFEND. The best you can hope for is trading with SAV b+1 when pressing buttons, the worst is a launch.
Wake Up
Below is a list of some moves that Miguel can use to hit grounded:
fF,2
Can be used to catch people crouching on wake-up, or get almost no damage on someone staying down. Fuzzy guard on standing wake-up negate its usefulness.
d+3+4
A heavily punishable steel-pedal, it still has long range and a CH launch property. Easy to roll.
SAV db3
Miguel's version of Hatchet. This hits grounded, and will track rolls in both directions. It's his primary motivator to get opponents to wake up defending low.
db3 (db3,4 will hit in certain situations)
A quick little nudge to push the opponent, keep them grounded, and go into SAV.
d+3
A stomp move that only exists if you are grounded. If you roll and begin to stand, it will convert to his neutral d+3 in real time.
b,df4
This slow, bizarre move will catch you for rolling or for standing up without defending low. Perhaps the ONLY situation where this move even begins to be useful, as it genuinely hurts to get hit by and if you are hit by it while standing up Miguel will get a huge frame advantage over you.
SAV df2
Tracking rolls to both sides, launching people who wake up crouching, and flipping people over like a steel pedal for staying on the ground, this is the yin to Miguel's okizeme yang. If you wake up wrong against this move it's one very, very painful trip to the wall and most likely the last one you'll take if you're forced to guess against his wakeup. The risk on block is present for him, but many won't be afraid to take it for the reward.
db4
A backwards moving low that CHs into a SAV df2. Relatively safe to throw out.
d+4
Catches rolls but is rather limp for oki.
SAV db4
A true snake edge, it catches side rolls, and deals a good chunk on hit, but is so slow and easy to get a death block punish on that even if the opponent stood up and ate the snake edge it would not be worth it, as it only gives a mini-combo.
Matchups
Miguel suffers greatly against any character that is able to space him out or take range 0 control against him. Although this sounds like a very vague definition for a character, it's actually something that can affect players of different playstyles. Miguel will force you to either out-aggress him which can prove impossible if not properly set-up with frame advantage or frame traps, or he will force you to keep him at a range, depending on how you like to play. For some characters who have df4s which can act as mid-range pokes, that might be enough, but it is a low damage option that usually doesn't speak to the invasion the character is used to (A.K., Dragonuv, Bob etc.) despite being effective at disallowing Miguel to play his game. Getting inside against him through any means, but being able to deal with b+1 and b+4 either through frame traps that are too fast for them to come out, or being able to cancel and wait for a response, also destroy him. His defensive panic moves are strong, but extremely predictable and even more punishable. Characters who build their foundation on punishing and waiting are the absolute worst matchups he has, as much of his movelist is built on taking risks, like SAV db3 being -13 and being mixed up with a -17 move. A single block against SAV b+1,4 when you have meter is all it takes to kill him in some situations.
List of Confirmed Followups
So you don't get confused, here are some of the times Miguel can get guaranteed damage:
b,f+1 guarantees SAV df2
SAV 4 normal hit guarantees SAV df2
CH db4 guarantees SAV df2
CH SAV db3 guarantees SAV df2
SAV 1,1 guarantees SAV df2, fF2,1 or d+4,1+2
f+1+2 guarantees SAV 2
1,2,4 (the 4 hits) guarantees SAV 2
(df1),2 CH guarantees SAV 2
SAV b+3 guarantees SAV 2
FC df+4 guarantees fF2,1 or an entire rage drive combo after WS+4
SAV (b+1),2 guarantees fF2,1
db+1 guarantees WS+4, d+4,1+2 or an entire rage drive combo after WS+4
SAV db+4 guarantees WS4, d+4,1+2
SAV 2 guarantees SAV df2 if the opponent is knocked down as close to the wall as possible without wallsplatting
(df1,1),3 CH guarantees SAV df2 (?)
Round-Up
DO
Keep Miguel at a range by using pokes such as df4 to shut him down
Practice your punishing for moves that are -12
Not panic
Use your own offense to overwhelm his chance to defend
DON'T
Allow Miguel to get in with linear, punishable, or fuzzy-guardable moves
Panic
Let him get away with moves that are visually confusing to punish like SAV 1,2,1 or b+4
Press buttons when he's in SAV, unless you're jab/dickjabbing with extreme confidence
This is the first extensive guide or post I've made here. I'm still new to writing content for TEKKEN and to playing the game, including Miguel. I welcome criticisms, corrections, and opinions for how the guide can be improved in any way. This was an independently written guide so I apologize for inaccuracies or biases. Contact me by PM if any of the visual aides linked fail to respond.
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