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In high school, Intel editor Chris’s older brother accidentally (we think) broke a stink bomb in the second-floor hallway by the lockers. We will never forget when we emerged from biology class and smelled the odor, which we recognized from having tested a previous one with him that we’d bought at a gag store. There is
nothing like that smell (well, there are some things like it, but most of them involve dead bodies and Chinese food), and once it hit us we were consumed by a mixture of horror and hilarity. Pretty much everyone else was, too. But now, when we read about a student at East Brooklyn’s P.S. 345 who sprinkled painful itching powder on the seats of several teachers and fellow students, we simply find it distasteful. “The itching was terrible … When I sat down, I could feel it through my pants,” one victim told the Daily News. “When it became uncontrollable, I had to stop what I was doing. … It stopped me in my tracks.” That sounds awful. (Especially since we read this nightmarish article.) Some teachers had to strip down and take showers to get the chemical off. Tell us, is this truly unfunny, or have we just gotten too old for this stuff?
Itching powder prank on teachers’ seats causes a stir at Brooklyn PS 345 [NYDN]
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The Itching Powder Incident - Rogues and Wraiths — LiveJournal
So, during the Ficathon, bitwhizzle wanted to know the story behind one of the aspects of my Ficathon story. I had actually planned to writing that one too, and promised to post it when done. The usual disclaimers apply (I really do have no money), and please let me know what you think - or if it needs more. I tend to write short little pieces, so this falls into that category, not even 1000 words total actually.
Title: The Itching Powder Incident
Rating: PG
Char: Wedge, Tycho, Wes and Hobbie
Time frame: Sometime on Hoth
Four human males sat at the table, each silently glaring at the others in turn, each squirming in their seat.
Repeated cleaning had not helped to alleviate the itching that had plagued them over the last week, nor had changing clothes - unfortunately, extra laundering was out of the question, given the water restrictions. You’d think being on an ice planet would mean unlimited water supplies, but no.
Individually, they had all formed opinions and theories as to the culprit of this latest round of itching powder mayhem, but no one had yet to say anything publicly. Each took turns sipping from the mugs of caf in front of them, not taking their eyes off each other, most likely out of fear that more hijinks would occur in the slight time it took to get the others back in sight.
Derek ‘Hobbie’ Klivian, long the sufferer of pranks and pratfalls—despite also being a frequent puller of the same, leading one to believe that the two conditions were perhaps related—had been hit first. When he’d gone to bed five nights ago, all seemed fine. Sure, he was bone-tired from that long patrol, but nothing had been out of the ordinary in the quarters he shared with Wes Janson (himself the second-half of the aforementioned condition).
When he awoke, part-way through the night, it was due to a blaze of itching across his body. He had jumped from his bunk as quickly as one could when swaddled in layers of blankets to keep out the cold and immediately rushed to Janson’s side of the room, poking the other pilot roughly when he got close enough.
‘This has to stop Wes! Last straw, I swear…you don’t stop putting this crap in my clothes, and I’ll make sure you never spend another evening with that cutie from medbay!’ Hobbie punctuated his words with extra firm pokes, causing Janson to curl in a protective ball beneath the blankets.
‘Ow! Hobbie, what’s going…ow! What’s going on?’ Wes poked his head out in time to see Hobbie leaving the room, a bundle of clean clothes under his arm as he headed to the ready room to change.
Unfortunately, the clothing change and rinse-off did nothing to alleviate the itching—Hobbie found it had been sprinkled onto all of his clothing, bedding, that nothing fabric or fabric-lined had been spared—and when he went to launder it all, he found that new water restrictions proscribed the use of more than his weekly allotment under any circumstances.
He decided that Wes would definitely pay this time, it had gone too far for his mental stability after months spent freezing and eating horrendous, nearly inedible food.
The next day, it was Wes who was suffering from a frenzy of itching, and who also promptly blamed his roommate. Hobbie still believed it was the other’s fault ultimately, that someone was getting back at Wes for a past prank, and thus Hobbie as well, given that he was usually tagged along as Wes’ partner in crime. ‘And I don’t even take part in most of what you do! I only get lumped in with all that ‘cause we hang out!’ Hobbie had exclaimed.
‘Well, there was that last time we…’
‘Just shut up Wes. And you better hope this is the last of it.’ They’d gone to bed that night both as miserable as the other.
After seeing the two pilots who usually caused so much grief suffering from a taste of their own medicine, Wedge and Tycho couldn’t help but laugh…repeatedly…every time they caught sight of Wes or Hobbie and their clear discomfort.
Of course, other the next two nights, Tycho and Wedge themselves became the victims of the same ailment, one after the other, and, naturally, they then blamed Wes and Hobbie.
So now, they all four sat around a table in the mess, none trusting and each blaming the others. They’d been like this for nearly half a standard hour when Commander Skywalker walked into the room carved into the ice that blanketed the planet. A Commander Skywalker who was not itching and had a slight smile he tried to hide when he glanced at his four pilots as he stepped over to the caf station.
As one, they turned their heads to look at Luke, all noticing his lack of discomfort. By some unspoken signal, they then all stood and walked to join their commander, surrounding him in the process.
‘I can’t help but notice that you haven’t been affected by this latest round of pranks, boss,’ Wes stated. Wedge squinted as he eyed Luke closer.
‘You’re right there Janson. Think maybe he could tell us why?’
Luke began to back away from the pilots, toward the exit to the hallway.
‘Well, I guess the prankster just hasn’t gotten to me yet…’ He turned and started to slowly walk out, his stride quickening as the other four followed him.
Moments later, those still eating breakfast could hear a yelp from the corridor, as four Rogues picked up their commander and carried him away.
The End
Tags: char: fab four, char: luke skywalker, fanfiction
10 unusual weapons that were used against the Nazis
The Second World War was a period of darkness, unprecedented by mankind and the struggle against the forces of evil. Therefore, this war was considered as a struggle for the future of the world, and you will probably be interested to know what "destructive" weapons were sometimes used in the fight against the "dark force" ...
10. Indelible inscriptions on the walls.
Graffiti was a popular form of resistance. It was graffiti that became the only equivalent response against Nazi propaganda. Recognizing this, Allied intelligence began dropping offensive stencils and paint behind enemy lines from aircraft.
Unfortunately, there was a problem: the Germans simply painted over graffiti wherever they found it. nine0003
The British devoted enormous resources to creating paint that would be impossible to remove. And they invented ammonium-based paint. This "military arsenal" was disguised as tubes of toothpaste and smuggled into Europe, where it was especially popular for writing curse words on the windshields of German officials' cars.
However, there was one minor mishap when the shipment was accidentally made in North Africa, where baffled agents mistook the beauty for real toothpaste with "teeth-damaging effects." nine0011
9. Itchy powder.
Special Operations Executive (SOE), in order to demoralize the enemy, decided to borrow an idea from school pranksters and began mass-producing itchy powder. The powder, which had a strong irritating effect on the skin, was smuggled into Europe disguised as talc. There it was distributed by resistance members to laundries and clothing factories, where it could be secretly applied to German uniforms.
It was a small but successful operation. On October 1943 years SOE reported that 25,000 U-boat crew uniforms were treated with the itch powder.
Meanwhile, other SOE agents were getting more creative. The agency's Stockholm office began collecting German envelopes from Sweden with the help of relatives in the occupied countries, filling them with itchy powder and sending them back to the German postal system.
However, the scheme achieved its success in Norway, where local resistance members began putting the powder into condoms destined for German troops. The processed condoms were shipped mainly to the Trondheim area, where the local hospital soon filled up with soldiers complaining of "painful irritation." nine0003
8. Stink bombs.
The British also spent large sums developing a stink bomb called the "S-pod" that could be crushed in a German coat pocket to create a terrible stench. The smell remained even after repeated cleanings, and since winter clothes were in short supply in the German army, the poor soldier had to either freeze or endure the terrible smell.
In all seriousness, a group of Englishmen started the fun-named "Who Am I?" program. They eventually produced an aerosol spray that could be used on a German officer to produce a strong faecal odor that would "offend" him in the eyes of his subordinates. Unfortunately, "Who am I?" turned out to be so strong that it had a tendency to cling to everyone around, including the poor guy trying to secretly spray it. The resistance members to whom it was smuggled refused to use it. nine0011
7. Fake party invitations.
In 1944, SOE agents in Sweden were looking for ways to undermine Nazi support in the country when they suddenly saw their chance. The German embassy in Stockholm arranged for the famous German actor and comedian Georg Alexander to perform one evening with tickets available only to an exceptionally few. The performance was supposed to be a hilarious farce.
SOE has produced over 3,000 fake invitations to the show and the lavish reception that follows.
The fakes, which urged the recipient to wear their finest evening attire, were sent to prominent Nazis across the country. nine0003
On the night of the celebration, everything went as SOE had planned. Thousands of Nazi-loving Swedes, flattered that their support was recognized by the embassy, showed up in tuxedos to be told that the tickets they proudly held in their hands were fake and that they would not be allowed in. The show was delayed for several hours by an angry mob outside, many of whom had traveled within hours, and now felt terrible. Stupid fascists have become a laughing stock in Sweden. nine0011
6. Laxative.
The Atlantic coast of Norway was a desert area with an economy based mainly on salted fish. Thus, when the Nazi-controlled government of Norway announced that it had requisitioned its entire sardine catch, people were outraged. Luckily, the resistance had a mole at the local Nazi headquarters who revealed that the sardines were used to feed German troops and provide canned food supplies for U-boat crews.
And that's when the resistance came up with a plan so brilliant that everyone in the country had to wear dark glasses for the rest of the war. nine0003
First they sent an urgent message to their British Intelligence contacts asking for a strong laxative that could easily be added to vegetable oil without leaving a residue. The Brits, who apparently decided not to ask too many questions after the itchy condom powder story, shrugged and sent away all the croton oil they could get their hands on.
Croton oil, if you don't know, is an extremely powerful laxative. The Norwegians took it to canneries, where it was added to vegetable oil sardines. And the finished canned sardines were sent to the submarines. nine0003
Painful uncontrollable diarrhea, even now seems like a nightmare, but imagine it at that time on a tiny submarine with a group of guys with the same problem. Yes!!! It was a small and liquid victory.
British Intelligence was impressed by this success and started their own laxative campaign using a substance called Carbachol.
Official documents claimed that one gram could cause "diarrhea of epic proportions among 200 people." The documents hilariously called the strategy "Evacuation Versus Evacuation." But the operation could not be started. war is over. nine0011
5. Spreading rumors.
Early in the war, the British recruited Daily Express journalist Sefton Delmire to run black propaganda operations against Germany. Delmir was a fine man, he spoke fluent German and during his work as a Berlin correspondent for the Express, he met many high Nazis, including Hitler. And he was a tabloid journalist who had a lot of experience writing scandalous stories. The radio program on which he hosted immediately became the dirtiest, most foul-mouthed, obscene broadcast in Germany. His goal was to replicate the success of the tabloids, which "by denouncing a vice, did so among those who wanted to read about it." nine0003
The radio station was classified, but everyone loved it very much.
one could often hear the dirty revelations of German officials on it. After one particularly sordid broadcast incriminating "a German admiral, his mistress and five drunken sailors," a shocked British politician wrote to the government to complain: "If that's what it takes to win the war, I'd rather lose it."
In the end, Delmir decided that the station had outlived itself and gave everything it could. In the final recording, the announcer was allegedly taken by surprise by the Gestapo and shot to death after a brief firefight. The last words shocked the listeners, the Nazi official hissed: “Found you at last, you pig!” Unfortunately, the radio operator in charge of the station played the same tape an hour later, which meant the announcer had been shot twice. nine0003
4. Hitler had a tiny penis.
Not that it was enough for Delmir to say bad things on the radio… To cement his stories of sexual harassment among higher Nazis, he began photographing Hitler's medical visits to make everyone think he was masturbating in public.
Artist Marion Whitethorn spent hours painstakingly painting genitals on paintings by the Fuhrer. For best effect, the member was always circumcised to add credibility to rumors that Hitler was secretly Jewish. When SS began publishing pamphlets denouncing fake images, Delmir saw his chance to take it to the next level. He produced a false SS pamphlet containing a photograph of a grinning Hitler with a truly massive penis. Below the painting was a caption denouncing it as a fake, "everyone knows the Führer has none of that." nine0003
3. Placement of Hitler's face on toilet paper.
Even more than the SOE, the OSS had a reputation for being willing to consider any scheme, no matter how crazy, that could undermine the enemy war economy. So, at the end of the war, when the OSS office in Rome realized that the enemy had a serious shortage of toilet paper, they took advantage of it. The department began to produce anti-Nazi toilet paper, which was dumped in Germany and placed in the toilets of trains traveling from neutral Switzerland.
Some of the rolls contained anti-Nazi lyrics, and some even had some really awful toilet humor. nine0003
2. Filling Hitler with pornography.
Continuing the "let's send Hitler to surrender" strategy of the last few points, the OSS came up with a plan that was far from even up to their low standards. They knew that removing Hitler from this theater would be a devastating blow to the Nazis. But killing him was next to impossible. So instead they just decided to drive him crazy. Through porn.
The agency's first-rate team of psychologists concluded that Hitler was a pathological hypocrite. They argued that if Hitler were suddenly exposed to a huge amount of hardcore pornography, it would lead to a nervous breakdown. Thus, the R&D division of the OSS (known as the "Choirboys") went into action, collecting a "mountain" of German pornography. nine0003
At this point, it's probably worth recalling that there was a real war raging around the world while these guys sat around watching Bavarian erotica and arguing which edition of Busty Berlin Babes was more likely to destroy the threat of fascism again.
and forever.
The plan almost fell apart as soon as the OSS tried to put it into action. They decided that the best way to get the porn to Hitler was to have a bomber drop it on a bunker. When the air raid alert is over, the Führer will go outside, see the lingerie catalogs filled all around, and immediately go insane. An unsuspecting Air Force colonel was called to OSS headquarters, where the plan was enthusiastically explained to him. But it turned out that the colonel did not share the plan of porn lovers and considered it a dangerous adventure. nine0003
In fact, the colonel was yelling that the entire agency was a group of maniacs and that the Air Force would not risk a pilot's life for something like that. So porno didn't reach Hitler
1. Parody newspapers.
When the Nazis invaded Belgium, they seized the country's largest newspaper, Le Soir, and turned it into a propaganda medium. But on November 9, 1943, readers who stopped to buy an edition at one of Brussels' many newsstands were surprised.
At first glance, the newspaper seemed completely normal. However, upon further viewing, each story was written to subtly or "not so subtly" tease the German occupiers. nine0003
There were sections that perfectly imitated the style of ordinary newspaper propaganda, but gradually turned into surreal nonsense. The obituary section was simply filled with famous German military names.
Le Faux Sour parody was the work of the Belgian resistance. Hoping to inspire more Belgians to join the movement, they came up with a brilliant non-violent protest. By recruiting animators, writers and printers, they managed to produce a beautiful replica of Le Soir. The counterfeit edition was given to newsstands in Brussels. But the Nazis figured out the plan. Nevertheless, working at breakneck speed, the resistance was able to get their version to the newsstands before the SS swooped in. By the time the actual paper appeared, parodies of Le Soir had already circulated among the Belgians. Sold 50,000 copies, generating valuable resistance support and making the Nazis a laughing stock.
