*Alien tries to forcefully read human's mind* Human: Hahahaha, I AM the memetic hazard :D

A mind virus. A goddamned mind virus. We managed to counter psionics without even be able to get psionics ourselves. That's some damned willpower right there.

If you stare into the abyss long enough, the Abyss stares back. And sometimes the abyss wants to hang out and meet your friends

And in the future some memelord will use an age old tradition of psychological warfare. The entire intelligence agency of some alien empire will sing "Never gonna give you up..."

Unfortunately for the Dravorian, she didn't count on her opponent being a Psychonaut.

When entering into someone's mind. Always remember the doorway opens both minds. And that he/she is just as free to enter yours.

He’s the 13th headstone. Bro literally turned himself into a living mental virus and escaped the physical plane of existence through death, and now lives within “his” own mind forever.

For anyone else confused as to what the fuck was going on, I ripped a quote from the original comments. Basically when she opened the door and entered his mind space, everything that she could do to him in the cognitive containment system also became available for him to do to her, since she entered his playing field. Its a bit like Aikido in that the one attacking is at a disadvantage because they are off balance. She was expecting him to be on the defensive, not expecting for him to have set up his own mind space within hers, so when she attacked she was not expecting his response. One she lost control, he was able to see her thoughts at will and take complete control. Thanks for commenting and I hope you enjoyed the story! :)

One for you, one for my, in the end, we shall see, who gives for the algorithm

*Aliens hack human mind* Alien: What's that sound? Sound, quiet and off in the distance, but slowly getting closer and louder: ᵂᵉ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ

Reminds me of Batman. "My brain is not a nice place to be"

Aaah, Memetic hazards... Great fun to hear about happening to an enemy and yet horrifically nasty concept that in reality would be utterly terrifying. The mind is a soft squishy bit of tissue that, if understood well enough... can leave an open door for crushing the psyche and leaving it broken and useless. We do it to ourselves all the time now a days with unnatural ease even when we aren't actively pursuing such. Psychological trauma is... a modern day tragedy that is growing worse every day. Yet it still pales in comparison to an actual memetic hazard, a weaponized agent against the mind... Just oof. Yeah, I can see an entire empire collapsing under such a thing, like a virus being forwarded across a weakly protected computer network... only that network is made up of the people who run it. Absolute social collapse in moments across countless worlds, bases, stations, and so on... Oof. -_I'll Be Listening, Friend._

All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper) Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper) Baby, I'm your man La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Valentine is done Here but now they're gone Romeo and Juliet Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet) 40, 000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet) 40, 000 men and women everyday (redefine happiness) Another 40, 000 coming everyday (we can be like they are) Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper) Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper) Baby, I'm your man La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la Love of two is one Here but now they're gone Came the last night of sadness And it was clear she couldn't go on Then the door was open and the wind appeared The candles blew and then disappeared The curtains flew and then he appeared Saying don't be afraid Come on, baby (and she had no fear) And she ran to him (then they started to fly) They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are) She had taken his hand (she had become like they are) Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper)

When you go to dark places you will find you are not the darkest thing there.

That's quite the elaborate tattoo. I believe it's an image of being at Death's door.

Someone _really_ needs to do a short film on this one. Reminds me of some of the videos I've seen on the DUST channel.

Drunk scottish Agro is still the best Agro.

Forcibly enter a human's mind. Chuckles.. hehe I'm in danger!

She was defeated with a simple song sung between a young man and his dying mother. There is nothing more powerful in the human mindscape than the love for those that we cared about the most who have left us to carry on in their Stead. We fight and we die not for our own sake but for the sake of those who will come after us.

Hahaha,... be careful of the mind you look into. Some people have darkness so dark that black is the brightest shade.

How well do you think someone with an orderly version of multiple personality disorder, one that's just waiting for one final strike in the destructive nail into the foundation that keeps the mind from absolute chaos, how well would they fair in an interrogation like this? Sure us humans can handle each other damn well in a situation of an interrogation, but a race that thinks we are mentally as weak as our natural defenses, you gotta imagine the horror and surprise to an interrogator when they unwittingly strike that nail thinking that the subject would spill the information they want. Yeah, information will spill out, but not in a trickle, not in a gentle stream you might be accustomed to. Rather, in a torrent and flash flood of insurmountable portions and intensity. Memories and thoughts throughout life, not just from one person but a different yet similar person, and not two but then or maybe twenty if they were that broken and managed to piece themselves together enough to be socially acceptable.

Hello, Foundation? Yeah, its me, we have a keter alert in the moment, and no, i dont think that will expand from the root, Just getting ready If we have to interving, the xeno will not survive Edit: i also love the fact that i have the same name as the human in the history

This is how we rise up. It's our resistance, you can't resist us.

Not ASMR! ASNR: Agro Squerril Narrates Reddit.

ooh, history buffs would have a field day at being in a psyops unit like that. All they'd have to do is recall a series of famous battles and make humanity seem like an unbeatable scourge that possesses the ability to raise the dead and resurrect ancient methods of warfare that the filthy xenos have no means to counter... the Battle of Fort Osowiec would actually be a perfect image for the existential terror of undead armies. Chemical, conventional, and psionic weapons systems bringing down Terrans left and right for miles, only to rise again from the fog and ash of the battle from only seconds ago, with dozens-fold energy regardless of trailing viscera and missing limbs. That imagery would force a similar victory against any empire bar necroids, which we may as well be necroids in spirit. There was a HFY story I found early on in my recent SpOrcs binge about a freelance author being interviewed on why Earth should be spared by some confederacy that's been known to abduct humans (which numbered in the thousands), and the interrogation device used was some orb hovering in the center of the chamber that glowed yellow for a failed interview, and would drift towards blue the more violent the response/thoughts got from the interviewee. For those that haven't seen/heard that story yet, please hazard a guess as to how far along that color spectrum the orb was when the freelance author was done. history buffs and bookwriters would make for some nightmarishly effective psyops agents, ones that would probably make Lovecraft's skeleton blush, and he made a *killing* off of an entire genre of his own design (or so I presume. could be wrong, but unlikely, since Lovecraft was alive during ww1)

She better be happy to not have read the mind of a shitpost user or a rule 34 enthusiast. One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind those eyes. What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty?

So let me hazard a guess, the poem and the thoughts of the girl must be part of some sort of complex Memetic info hazard/ cognito hazard kill agent right?

I just keep visualizeing him inserting Ralph saying "I'm in danger" as a memory lmfao

And that's a person with ONE identity in their mind. A singular, focused individual... now imagine if they had tried to interrogate somebody who had Multiple or Dissociative Personality Disorder.

whoa......the ending has a few interesting possiblities. i liked it

If i understood correctly, gravestones represent ones who were killed with "darkness of heart". _Then who are other 12?_

I mean I love the funny ones, but it Is fascinating and chilling when I feel horror at the fellow human. Meanwhile, the other part of my mind is compiling a little playlist to scare potential mind hackers.

I love psychological horror.

Sleep? We're space orcs, we need no sleep!

Humans being living Memetic-Cognito-Hazards. At least when trained properly, especially with some of the shit we can make up, seems to fit rather well.

Head canon: There were 12 gravestones, but a 13th got added by some paranormal force and created a Mandela effect

Your introduction was a rollercoaster for the ears. You sir, are a talented voice actor. I'm not even at the beginning of the story yet, I'm excited.

Rule number one: NEVER EVER do a mind meld with a human. There are doors in the Human's mind that must never ever be open.

Beautiful brutal story. Thank you very much for your reading!

For the Author(s), for the narrator Agro Squirrel, for the algorithm !!!

Did… did the weaponize PTSD?

goes inside human mind starts hearing strange song...one two freddys coming for you three four better lock the door

Psychological warfare version 2.0

I pity the fool that reads my mind. It's a bad neighborhood in there.

I'm a former interrogator, served in psyops, my name is Miguel, finally a story that is literally me.

If anybody tried to invade my mind right now all they'd get is: Little bunny foo foo hoppin through the forest, picking up the field mice and pop on the head! Down came the rain and washed the spider out. And out came the sun and dried up all the rain. And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again. This weird ass combo has been playing on loop in my head for a WEEK now!

mhm no more nanites. Guess I keep my sock.

The best defense is to sabotage your enemy's offense

The ending gave me goosebumps.

Great story

*Enters mind* *Cue's Slipknots custer playing in the background mixed with rip&tear and fire😂

Stepping through the door, Forgetting it swings both ways, Much like 'yo mama!

If i understand the Interrogator Primary Alyxrgia got compromised by the Terran soldier training plus he brought down the entire Dravorian Empire.

The low voice was smooth tho

Still listening here in Alaska. Been here since the first episodes.

Helluva will on Miguel. The bug never had a chance.

Honestly this belongs on a scp file about cognitohazards loved the narration gave chiils on my spine on how scary this is.

Miguel made a psychic chain mail lmao

I thought I was not on the right channel for a second. you got me there :P

Good story. Some battlefields are in the mind

If an alien tries to enter my mind. I will play Bieber songs in the outer layers of my conciousnes. Thats it. Pretty sure it counts as torture.

Well since the science is already established about manipulation of human psyche already to certain extent even now, it's probably not that hard to train people in that kind of psychological warfare with the technology mentioned in the story . Not to mention that humans are already capable of editing and manipulating memories subconsciously (trauma, hallucinations, dreams, nightmares, imaginary friends etc).

one for you one for me let me introduce you to ptsd

Wicked story

damn, that was really something. great work.

We never get out in one piece from a scuffle.

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That's a belter

That was so good!

What if we infected their mind with Rick Roll and now everytime they meet another member of their species they'll start doing the dance and sing the whole song and spread it,those that infected with this will hear Never Gonna Give You Up in their head 24/7

That was a good one.

More mental daka!

Ofc another great vid

He's a walking killer USB.

I think he should have just thought of all the hentai he watched, that would do the work.

There's a reason PsyOps is sometimes called Psychotic Opera...

and thats why input sanitisation is important

Nicely done 👍

My socks are still mysteriously dissappearing. That is false advertising

Migwell gave me a good chuckle

what if the human had intrusive thoughts ? , thoughts not even we can control. that would probably disturb some of them.

Agro, your energetic tone is ASMR.

Meep moop I have no life

Loved the video! Great story.

The start had me wondering what was going on with your voice 2 years ago. 😅

For the algorithm and the narrator.

Bruh any dommy mommy mantis xenos try and step in my brain they are leaving a goddam CHANGED PERSON

Awesome story! Could have done without the Creepypasta at the end, though.😶 😁

For the algorithm 👍

Bless the Squerril

Hum, the U in Miguel is silent. Every other letter is pronounced like you did though. Since it is either a Portuguese or Spanish name it follows the rules that when you have the letter GU followed by E or I, the U is silent (e.g queso - cheese). If the letters GU are followed by A or O, then you read the U (e.g guapo - handsome). Same goes for QU.

That's was really good.

To please the algorithm

Feeeed the algorithm

What is the song that is referenced? I can't find it when I Google the lyrics.

keeper going

I don’t understand the end? What happened to Miguel?

Some knows the song in the story or is it just a fictional song?

not sure anyone will see this but is that an actual song? one for you one for me?

Okay brain, you are free to think about it. *Copious amounts of uncensored pooooooor-*