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There are only two INES level 7s on record: Fukushima and Chernobyl. There has never been a level 8. Yet.
baby I'm locked in
He simply felt a sudden tightness in his chest—and a split second later, his dead body slumped forward on the yoke, and the plane went into an uncontrolled nosedive.
megan thee stallion depicted this
Cell phones flew out of hands.
I'd have to fight a dead pilot.
Coastal Airways Flight
I appreciate this generic airline name
She was five one and barely a hundred pounds;
very cutesy, very mindful, very demure
“Greg,” she cried, her voice barely audible over the passengers’ screaming. She stopped to listen for a response from the copilot inside—but there was nothing.
that man is probably knocked out
The copilot was crumpled on the floor. Eyes closed, unmoving.
GREG GET UP THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE DRAMATIC
It wasn’t the radio. It was the PA system.
Girl bffr
Running after him, she lost control and fell forward, slicing open her knee, as the dog dragged her onto her back,
Bruno would do me like this.
But it was a shoe bobbing past that stopped the men cold. The foot was still in it.
brotha eugh
with bottles of olive oil burst on the highway.
tj always knows how to make worse
The one who wasn’t wearing a seat belt was violently ejected, his body landing fifty yards away at the edge of the forest where the deer had first appeared.
bro what she say fuck me for???
In less than a minute, the traffic on I-35, the primary route in and out of Waketa, Minnesota, came to a complete stop
so EMS can't get through yall are FUCKED
Matt.
not the baby
STEVE J. TOSTIG—FIRE CHIEF
ladies and gentlemen, our protagonist
When you work in nuclear power,
a sentence you never want to see
Paul said, turning around to face the kids.
EYES ON THE ROAD
“Mommy!”
see this gonna make me upset
The “tests” the government had run in the wake of September 11 that allegedly proved that American nuclear reactors were impervious to attacks on nuclear-power-containment structures were at best incomplete and at worst suspect.
of course they are
Exposed were its contents: a tightly packed bundle of 204 twelve-foot-by-one-foot radioactive fuel rods.
bruh
This wasn’t a lightly radiated substance he’d briefly encountered. He’d been lying next to exposed fuel rods wearing no protection. He was already dead.
PRESIDENT MICHAEL WADE DAWSON, the youngest person ever to hold that office, sworn in just eighty-eight days ago at the age of thirty-nine, was wholly unprepared for the disaster about to confront him.
the American people would never elect someone with thr last name Dawson
“Mr. President, a plane has crashed into a nuclear power facility.” Dawson froze.
I know he was sick
“Coastal Airways, a Boeing seven fifty-seven, Minneapolis to Seattle,”
NATURALLY
“I want every commercial aircraft on the ground in the next half hour.”
this is honestly the only right answer
And I know at least one of our casks has been damaged and ruptured and one plant employee has been exposed.”
bruh
“No, no. The pumps are working fine. The problem is the pool is leaking.”
of course they are. yall need some flex seal STAT
“What does that look like?” “Like Chernobyl was a campfire.” “And how would we put it out?” “We wouldn’t.”
BRUH
“The fire would create an uncontrollable spread of invisible, toxic, cancer-causing radioactive particulates that would be dispersed in the air and carried by the wind. It would get in the soil. The water. Our food. Insects. Livestock. It would be in everything we touched, ate, drank, and breathed for… for forever.”
so Mars, then?
“If a fire started, would the contaminated water flow to the river?” asked Dawson. “Without question,” said Ethan.
crying real tears
Levon raised the bullhorn to talk to Paul, but the doctor slowly shook his head. Paul was dying and he knew it. Now so did Levon.
Bruhhhhh
There was only that one little boy.
BRUH
The people of Waketa were on their own.
bruh
“C’mon. We gotta go,” Rand said, ushering his wife and baby inside.
this is so unbelievably scary
“Wait, can kids that age talk?” Frankie said. Everyone turned. “Are you serious?” said Boggs. “For God’s sake, Frankie,” said Levon. “The kid’s, like, five.” Frankie held his hands out. “The kid’s five? I don’t know. I don’t have kids. I don’t know what that means.”
real
The firefighters turned to Frankie.
this man has never met or been a child in is life
“I was in grad school. Fuck, I’m old.”
real
“Sousaphone.
oh you were a LOSER loser
“Eminem.
BOOOOO
serious—” “Mariah
no more boos, aggressive cheers
Dwight and Vikram in their tucked-in polo shirts, khakis, and tennis shoes exchanged a glance. No one argued.
lmao not the npcs
Up on the altar, the pulpit had been moved out of the way for a table holding a CB radio hooked to a portable generator. Reverend Michaels listened with pen in hand, jotting down notes.
I know this is supposed to ground the story but the civilians are borning!!!
“The docks. You believe that? No one’s getting out on any roads, so we’ve been sending everyone out by boat. There’s a whole fleet—fishing boats, motorboats, small private things—from the people up in Bloomfield who are coming down, grabbing our folks, and bringing them back upriver.”
that's amazing. I love humans.
“We’ll fix your pole. I’ll teach you how. I promise.”
ooop death flag. make that kid an orphan.
“Our plan to stop a nuclear meltdown is to patch it like a pair of jeans.”
lmaoooooo
Joss blushed.
girl you gotta fuck the president
The flecks of black were from the deteriorating wetsuit.
that boy about to be an ORPHAN
when he felt the pressure in his helmet pop as the air disconnected.
Steve, joss, Carla, and Dani are literally the only people I care about TJ don't do this
And Conner too!
He didn’t know how it happened; he didn’t know what had happened. All he knew was that the bright light of the burning electrodes suddenly appeared when he hadn’t meant for it to.
THIS IS THE 2ND TIME YOU'VE ELECTROCUTED SOMEONE I LIKE TJ
A meltdown has been averted.”
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