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When ranchers in Utah's Rich County found eighteen sheep killed in March 2022, they assumed coyotes. USDA Wildlife Services flew a plane over the kill site and found something feeding on the carcasses that had only been confirmed in the state eight times in forty years. It was a wolverine. Utah sits at the extreme southern margin of the wolverine's North American range. The animal is built for the deep snow and high alpine of Montana, Idaho, and Wyoming, country above ten thousand feet where the winters last eight months and the terrain rejects everything that is not specifically engineered to survive it. A wolverine showing up in Utah's ranch country was not a routine predator complaint. It was a biological event. State wildlife managers had no protocol for it because they had never needed one. Biologists set specialized barrel traps near the sheep carcasses. Catching a wolverine in a live trap is considered one of the most difficult captures in North American wildlife management. The animal is trap-smart, solitary, covers enormous distances daily, and operates almost exclusively in terrain that humans struggle to access on foot. The odds of a wolverine walking into a barrel trap were close to zero. The next morning, a sheepherder found one of the trap doors dropped. Inside was a healthy, twenty-eight-pound male, estimated at three to four years old. It was the first wolverine ever live-captured by biologists in Utah's history. The team sedated him, packed his body in ice to keep his core temperature stable during the examination, fitted him with a GPS tracking collar, and released him into the deep snow of the Uinta Mountains. For researchers who had spent careers studying an animal they almost never got to see, that collar was the first real-time data source on wolverine movement the state had ever produced. The data that came back over the next twenty-five days confirmed what wolverine biologists in other states had documented but Utah had never been able to verify on its own ground. The animal logged over 195 miles of travel in less than a month. He did not drift south toward lower elevations or leave the state. He locked into the high peaks of the Uintas above ten thousand feet and ran massive looping circuits through avalanche chutes, rocky ridgelines, and snowfields deep enough to bury a man standing upright. The daily distances he covered would qualify as an endurance event for a human athlete on flat ground. He was doing it through the most physically punishing terrain in the state, in winter, alone, at elevation, without stopping. The eighteen dead sheep that started the whole sequence were never repeated. The wolverine moved into the high country and stayed there, operating in a landscape so remote and so hostile that the only evidence of his existence was the GPS signal pinging coordinates from ridgelines that no person had visited in months. The collar proved what the forty years of scattered sightings could only suggest. The wolverine was not passing through Utah. It was living there, quietly covering nearly two hundred miles of frozen alpine rock in less than a month, completely invisible to every human being in the state.

waiter! waiter! more Ragapom please!!!

So like. Do you ever think about 'the right thing to say'? Not like in the moral sense, in the optimal sense. Perfectionism. Like, say I wanted to get you to stand up. Right here, right now. Surely there's a thing I could say that's most likely to work. Maybe it's just 'stand up!', but maybe it's a reference to a childhood movie or a reminder of some responsibility. Then, the fantasy is, knowing that.

But, let's say I wanted you to sit in my lap and grind your body against mine while desperately moaning with not a thought in your head. You give me a look like that's so out of character. Like nothing I say could convince you to degrade yourself like that. Are you sure? I think surely there exists some future where you're demeaning yourself in that way. I'm just saying. And, if it's possible, there's a best and fastest way to do it.

C'mon, you gotta buy in at least a little. Alright, fine. We'll call it mind control. I mean, personally, I disagree. I don't really think it requires breaking into your head and controlling you. It's entirely from the outside, right? It's just knowing you well enough to know what to say. Does that really count as controlling you? I'm not breaking your 'free will', just choosing an outcome.

She got played in a one shot. She was fun. She would be hard to long term play as she is quite an intense headspace. But I enjoyed the catharsis

I created some more creatures. o3o

Here we have Apel Pom who is a forgotten platformer protagonist obsessed with being loved, Floyce who is a robot with attitude who freed herself by using loopholes in the laws of robotics, and Mel who is a shy slimeboy from the country who lives in the city now.

I have a friend I know from when we were both 6. She is the only person living nearby and so she saw me go from walking through limping to wheelchair on a daily basis. I keep her updated on my health even tho we rarely hang out anymore. She was gonna come over yesterday and I had to cancel. She asked if I can’t hang out later that day. When I said i won’t feel better later, that if I feel that bad in the morning later will only get worse she got annoyed and “joked” that I’m just finding excuses. And I was surprised, she knows all about me being disabled after all? So, a bit taken aback, I told her it’s a normal thing for me.

“But you got the diagnosis now, aren’t you better?? I thought you’ll get better now”

(The Amazing Digital Circus Episode 6 Spoilers)