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Hey guys! I would like to share my story with you. Nobody knows I'm a narcisse, only my brother pointed out to some of the traits. Even he doesn't know my deep dark thoughts and doesn't have a clue I'm entitled as hell etc. But deep down, well, meet the dark queen of the nether vortex.
My N story began in my childhood. My mother has most probably BPD and back then I was having just a little bit of asperger traits - I had my rituals, was conservative in food and clothing and was just different. She was furious that I wasn't doing what she commanded me to, so it ended up with a lot of abuse, physical and emotional. From her, I've never heard any kind words like "you're great, I love you". My brother, as a younger kid, wasn't that exposed, he's just avoidand, I guess.
My dad and his family, on the other hand, were different. For them I was prepared to make miracles. They enjoyed every achievement with me. I would not say it was a toxic praise, but my mother's attitude was sooooo different, that it made a huge contrast and that's the point where my obsession with perfection began. I was the best. Everytime. In everything.
This is probably what made me a narcisse. Although, the alternative - living solely in my mother's hell - would be much worse. Thanks to this I have a great life. I have the best education I could get in my country, I speak several languages and I was able to buy a house in my 20ish. The alternative would be some whiney bordeline loser like her.
But then I had a relationship with another narcissist. Grandiose, manipulaltive, abusive. He used my perfection and fear of abandonment against me - I had to be perfect, otherwise he would leave me. I fulfilled his every desire, eventhough I didn't want to. He once said he's only with me because I'm beautiful and intelligent. He used it against me, the thing that I was the most proud of. It was several years. I was still a kid, basically.
And then, broken as hell, I had the greatest luck. I started dating a cute nerd, younger than me, but very intelligent and insightful. It didn't work out, I had no clue how to make a normal relationship work, but when we broke up, he sent me the most beatiful letter I've ever received.
Among other great things, it sais: "And slowly, I started to see the other you. Not the perfect girl you showed to the world, but your real, sensitive, beautiful soul, and I love you for that deeply."
So someone could love me for me and not for the show!
Then, I started to work on myself with my shaman (who knows, knows). Alas, I met another guy who fell in love with the show and I spent years with him. It didn't work out, because he wasn't able to accept that I am not perfect and don't wanna be perfect (among other things people can use this to manipulate you).
Slowly, with my shaman, I succeeded in analyzing my soul and my true self. I didn't gave up on my grandiosity, I still have it. I just... connected the elements of my grandiosity with respective parts of my soul. So it's not a charade, it's not a show. I use my grandiose performances to communicate with the world. I try to be honest in a way that people would know who I am.
Like, I still feel I am more important than other people and I should be treated better and I hate the rules, but those are things I am ok with. I am focusing on my close relationships, I want them to be true, authentic and real. I really don't want to fall into the "I love your mask" trap again. And I am still working on my insecurity and abandonment issues, but I will manage, because I am the best.
I guess you guys get it, but who else could be great at therapies than us? :D Some borderline crybabies?
Plus, I found out that the idea I will meet someone great once helps me. Having this idea of my future husband on my mind helped me with my drinking problem - I take it as something I have to do for both of us. I wanna be ready. And I still hope there is a soul out there, who will understand me and we will have this beautiful meaningful relationship in which we can share time, laughter, thoughts, travels and silence. I really do.
It's long. Sorry, not sorry. I like to listen to myself. :D

We started dating in high-school and haven't been with any other people except for each other. I don't remember much from the beginning other than that we had alot of fun and enjoyed spending time with each other. Gradually things changed and we spend less time with each other now. Im always the one who calls and asks if he want to hang out. On the rare occasion that we go on a date I'm the one who asks him out and make all the plans. I'm the one who starts a conversation between us. I'm the one who tries to do things. I tried to convince myself that we have different love languages but latley I don't know anymore. When I'm myself it feels like he's bored or annoyed at me. I put on my cute side and then he tells me I'm cute and cuddles with me (basically the only time he gives me compliments). The only time I feel like he wants me is when hes horny, which I rarely am. The sex isn't passionate or romantic anymore, just sex. I noticed it the last time we had it, I felt somewhat used afterwards. I love him and I know he loves me. He has helped me and my family through alot of financial troubles but he kind of makes me feel guilty about him helping sometimes. I always look my best for him and try to be my nicest version of myself. I put in alot of effort to make things work. Latley he's been getting alot into guitar and everytimw we hang out he plays it. He is completely focused and dosent even aknowglede my existence. I get annoyed sometimes and beg him to stop playing but afterwards he gets annoyed and irritated at me. Don't get me wrong I love that he is passionate about something but I feel a little worthless when hes more passionate and focused on a guitar than me. When he eventually stops playing he just sits next to me quiet. He never wants to go out or do anything. On valentines day he is the sweetest but other than that he is treating me kind of weird. Ive told him multiple times that I don't feel appreciated and that it wouldn't hurt if he took me on a date or gave me a gift (date=a picnic in the forest, gift=flowers that he literally can pick outside?).wI've explained that he dosent need to buy anything, he could literally give me a rock as a gift and I would cherish it. Whenever Damn it sounds kinda sad now that I'm writing it out. He tells me hes going to try more but he never does. That's the thing. He never does. Whenever we fight he always tells me that I make him feel like the worst boyfriend and that he is always wrong and never right. He also yells alot when he is mad something that I have explained to him that I really don't accept. I've always felt like I could manage it and that it was fixable until the other day when we were with his friends that I've recently gotten to know. I tried to be cute and nice to him but he straight up ignored me. His friends spoke to me and we had really fun but my BOYFRIEND literally ignored me. Whenever we're in a group setting it's like I'm not even there. I love him and I've put in so much effort into making all this work but it's really hard lately. He sometimes makes fun of me in a really mean way. I used to always Handmake gifts and love letters. Ive bought him flowers and taken him on dates. When I try to talk to him about all this he makes me feel like I'm too demanding. He uses exuces as well. That he is stressed out or that he has alot going on... WE ALL HAVE BUDDY. Idk maybe I am over thinking all this even though I'm pretty sure that I'm not. I love him more than anything. I'm happy when he's happy, he just never seems happy when I'm with him. What do you think I should do? Please help. What can I do to make things better? I think he loves me but I'm pretty sure that he doesn't like me.
TLDR: My boyfriend dosent really appreciate me and he makes me feel bad about it. I put in alot of effort and he would rather spend his time on a inanimate object than me. Don't know what to do.

Doubt you’ll see this, but on the off chance you do… why doesn’t my absence bother you? You seem so happy and carefree without a partner, without me. That’s all I can really assume. Your absence in my life bothers me, it kills me. It pains me that you’re not here. It pains me that I can’t tell you that I love you everyday, every waking moment. It pains me that I don’t have someone to watch videos with, to laugh with, to play games with 1 on 1. It pains me to not be with you. It hurts. Sometimes, I wish I could hate you. I wish I could yell at you and say so many nasty things to you out of anger… but I can’t. My heart and soul can’t be upset with you. You’re sweet, but forward. You’re gentle with yours words, but you say what’s on your mind. Yet… you’re still so caring. You’re so handsome and cute. You’re pretty and adorable. I can’t hate you. I can’t despise you. I can’t be upset with you. Like I keep saying, my heart yearns for you; it yearns for your love. It yearns for what you gave me.
You left it all behind in a single hour, like it was nothing. Feelings don’t change in an hour without someone convincing you! Do you actually still love me anymore? Did you even love me when you wanted to go on a break? Was our relationship a game to you? Was I just.. a game to you? I gave you everything I had, I trusted and believed you, and you just left like that? After everything; all the gifts, food, money spent, and even the handmade letters I mailed you! Was it not enough? Was I not enough? Why did you give up on us? … Why does it feel like you gave up on me?
I miss you. I miss us.
To my Sunflower, From your Daylily

As the title states I wanna know what Fire Emblem game do you hate, or have beef with? Everyone is always asking for you favorites but I wanna know your least favorites and why?
I'll go first, it's a 2 way tie between Engage and Thracia 776. Bare in mind I'm going based off the games I have played and the games I have played only when I explain why. So if something i mentioned happened in another game... I probably didn't play it lol I've only been into the series for a little bit.
Why Thracia? Thracia 776 was supposed to be a love letter to fans of the series and people boasted it's one of the best in the series and it's meant for real fans... I didn't get that at all from playing it. First for it being a love letter to fans, it doesn't even play like any other FE game. There is no other FE game where you can ONLY get weapons from capturing units and taking their weapons. It's the only one in the series with a fatigue system so if you use a unit to much for healing or attacking, they have to sit out the next level, I didn't notice that Nanna was too close to fatigue and I was not restarting the entire level just to get rid of her Fatigue, (didn't have a Stamina drink) and in doing so she wasn't available to recruit Homer, unless I wanted to redo the last level. The game is also majority retreat maps, and again I've only played some FE games, but to my knowledge this is the only game that actively "kills" your units if your Lord escapes an area before they do. Radiant Dawn did it right where if your units escape before your Lord you get rewarded instead of penalizing you for not looking after everyone else. This might just also be an old game problem but it's way too obscure with what you're supposed to do for certain objectives I beat the entire game not even knowing there was a dancer I'm the game because I didn't have Lara talk to Perne BEFORE I recruited him, because I tried afterwards, thinking that's what I supposed to.. but no I just didn't get a dancer. Also... I love Leif soooo sooo much as a character, I even defended his Emblem Ring, but goodness gracious is he a liability. He rarely killed anything and half the time I just had him running away because he just needed to survive the map and make it to the end... which is soooo great because he's infantry locked... then there's that one character, Eiryos I believe? Who I flat out just couldn't recruit because I had Olwen in my party??? The game didn't even explain why, I had to Google it just figure out literally no one knows why that's a thing. Lastly this game has too much of a hard on for ambush spawns, chapter 6 is literally breaking out of a prison with ENDLESS ambush spawns not even giving time to understand the map, and then worst off while you're trying to escape the game just throws like 8 armored units at your when you reach the "exit" essentially you open the exit door and they're just an ambush of like 12 enemies... in Chapter 6? Really? You're pulling this kind of tactic this early? This aren't even easy units, they one rounded some of the characters I had brought with me, which brings me to my point, for a game that's praised as the "Fire Emblem game for Fire Emblem players" it throws a wrench in literally everything fundamentally Fire Emblem. The game even directly tells you that you're gonna lose people so just let it happen. If your game is telling you "you're going to fail protecting units deal with it" that not creative difficulty that's just bad game design. If you game is literally telling you "just accept your failure and move on" not only is that terrible message but they do it with literally peoples lives and act like I'm not supposed to care, like no? I want to see each other their endings why am I being Penalized for it? Overall I'd say it's my least favorite in the entire series and it's the only game in the series where literally looking at the credits after beating the final boss, I looked at the game and said "that's wasn't even fun I'm never playing this again."
Why Engage? Engage in my opinion is the most all style no substance game in the series in my opinion. The story is literally copy paste Awakening, it has some of the most boring map design I've ever dealt with. The game is so gorgeous to look at... but that's just it. All the characters and the world are so bright and full of life... then you actually play the game. My first gripe is this is the most uninteresting group of characters in the whole series in my personal opinion. Every. Single. Character has one thing they will always talk about and then Alear. Celine? Tea and the Divine Dragon. Alfred? Grow muscles to be strong and the Divine Dragon. Then there's characters like Clann and Framme who literally only talk about the Divine Dragon even in all their supports. Everyone's support were so boring I started skipping them near the end the game. Using Three Houses as an example, supports are a perfect way to flesh out characters and give them their own stories that's not the main one. Like why does Constance hate Ferdinand? Watch the support. Why is Lysithea always in a rush? Watch her support. Why does Catherine love lady Rhea so much. Watch her supports. I watched so many supports in Engage and they gave me no incite to more of these characters, they all talk about the same thing in supporst as the do in main story. Chloé really likes Folk food and she will spend all her supports having someone hate her likes and she doesn't care. Rosado has to make sure EVERYONE knows how much he likes cute stuff (this hurts because I wanted to like Rosado he's adorable) but it's literally the only thing he went on and on about in every single support i got sick of. His one with Merrin is when I decided to start skipping. They're arguing over what's better cute or cool and the whole support is them going back and forth over cute vs cool things and it doesn't even go anywhere, there's no growth, there's nothing interesting. Etie I give credit top because her supports made me laugh like one with Boucheron... but hers were the only ones, and only some because all the others are talking about muscles. Speaking of Boucheron... there were a good number of units I just forgot existed because they weren't very good at the start and just forgot about them. Amber, Boucheron and the chef whose name I literally always forget *(I remembered while typing it's Bounet). These characters are just so one dimensional to me. Back to level design... it's boring... I can't even remember most of the maps because almost none of them, Sans the Emblem levels those actually creative. The main story missions just all felt like they dragged on, and half the time is was because a character did something stupid so now I have to fix it. Around chapter 20 I was just wanting the game to end because it seamed like every knew chapter there was some inexplicable thing that just happened. There were way too many times a character would steal something from Alear just to appear on the map like 50 spaces away from them as if they didn't just steal it 1 second ago. It felt like Needless padding. Also the levels are just not interesting or have some gimmick that I could not care about, and that's thing the game gives you too much power to not care about it. I've only played through the game on Hard mode and I started a second playthrough, realized I wasn't even having fun, and just turned it off. Because of the way the Engage system works, this game is laughably exploitatible, and the thing is... that's the best part about it. There were so many maps I tried to so them the "normal" way but all that did was get me into a slog of trying to get to point A to point B while enemies just lined themselves up to be killed. Almost every single level can be cheesed just by using Hortensia and giving her Micaiah's ring and just warp spamming everyone to beat up the boss... and if that doesn't work, just change some units to Covert and give them Corrin. When I tell you that strategy works too well, I mean I was literally just beating missions with just Zelkov and Yunaka, I even changed other units like Chloé to Assassin because that tactic was working so well. I STEAMROLLED the game using only those strategies and that's when I realized... this game is literally all just bloat. They give you waaaaay to many ways to change up characters and give them a billion skills, if you're willing to spend +18 hours grinding for bond fragments, or you can just use these two strats and win the game. They give you all these excess tools that, in my opinion, that take too long to even get and then they're not even necessary to make this already easy game even easier, and dont get me started on those stupid bond rings that i have to sacrifice the overpowered Emblem Rings to even wear they were a complete waste of my fragments that were already hard to get. Which reminds me, that DLC is probably the worst FE DLC I spent money on. The story was super rushed, and didn't even make sense because the story makes you think it's only Alear and the two dragons there... but then you start the DLC and your allies are miraculously with you and don't talk during the story at all but for some reason have special dialogue when you fight certain characters. So are they there are or no? Nell is the only redeeming part of the DLC. I love her design and she has a great voice actor... but in game she was trash because they lock her class stats and skills to a map to map basis... oh wait... they did that with everyone... everyone has a static inventory that remains the same everytime you play a certain level in the DLC. So if Celine only has fire and surge in chapter 2 then she always only have fire and surge in chapter 2 you can't change it or even her class. Yup that's right, they gave us a DLC where everyone is class, level, and item locked. Meaning there's nothing new on repeat playthroughs... which you would have to do if you want the DLC characters in your playthrough. You HAVE to beat it every playthrough... which is huge letdown especially because in the game right before it, Three Houses, if you beat the Ashen Wolves DLC you get them on all playthroughs forever. So I have to sit here and think why the setback? This doesn't even make it more difficult or anything because now everyone can literally use the same exact strategy with no extra work. I watched someone 1 turn the final boss of the DLC and one person play it normal. The one person took almost like 40 minutes... I was not doing that so I did the one turn strat and it took me at most like 6 minutes and that's only because the character I was using missed one of their hits twice, but got it the third time. My last gripe is a bit personally and I understand why people disagree with it, but I absolutely hate that they gave us all the freedom to use whatever weapons in whatever way we want in Three Houses. Three Houses also had a lot of bloat to make your units OP, but the game actually warranted that because there were times it gets difficult, but not only that, it's not even hard or that time consuming to level these units, and even better Three Houses has NEW GAME+, unlike Engage, so I repeat playthroughs if you just want to just throw skills everywhere, you can! You don't even need to spend 5,000,000 Bond Fragments to do it!
So all and all these are my picks for my least favorite Fire Emblem games. These are still great games and I still recommend you try both of them... I'm just not personally fan. These games are by no means bad at all and you like them, keep on liking them! But I do want to know what is your least favorites Fire Emblem game?

My mom and I just bought an old Victorian house in a cute Main Street town in NC that we are going to turn into a bed and breakfast. It has lots of old charm with fireplaces in every room and gorgeous carved wood. An absolute dream come true property and about as hallmark channel as it gets. We are brainstorming names and I know you guys are so good at stuff like this so am hoping for some ideas! We love the letter V and we’re toying with the Viridian House but I’m not sold and open to absolutely any options. She is a writer and I am an artist and she wants to hold writers workshops and high teas and weddings all the cute things you could do at a property like that. It is near a popular lake and sits on about 2 acres of sprawling fairy land type of grounds. Thank you I’m so looking forward to your ideas!

OK friends-here are more thanks today. Again, life got a little hectic starting in the beginning of the year, and I'm way behind and bogged down. I try to bring stacks of cards due thanks with me to work on days I'll have time, so these are truly in no particular order, you may see one from Christmas and one from Memorial day mixed in here. I apologize for my lateness, but I'm grateful for each and every letter, note, postcard, sticker, washi and good wishes I get every day from you lovely people!
Without further ado!
u/DianaPenPal: The love I have for your upcycled Golden Notebook bookstore postcard cannot be adequately expressed :) And, oooooohhhhhh, both those books sound great! TY -I love a good thrillemystery!
u/snerdboff x2: Another fabulous handmade card! This was the one with "The Future is Female" on the front-love it! I agree, I can't start a Harlan Coben book if sleep is on the agenda :) I'm going to look into the Gupta memoir. Hope you love The Tower, The Zoo and The Tortoise! Loved my sea themed stickers you decorated the envelope with too "oh, the humanatee :)"
Your veggie LouPaper card was awesome! I love those cards, and the food related ones are so me :) I had a big flamingo sticker on there that made me smile too :)
u/mediocre_Radish_7216: TY for my adorable flamingo driving a convertible card :) The stickers and the lovely little inspirational card were great! Everyone here did such a kindness to Rhys and Ray; I'll be forever grateful for this community for that!
u/Jdoodle7: Thanks for the awesome Postal Museum p/c-I love those vintage pictures, especially related to a hobby like snail mail! So glad that I actually had useful information to get your username back. LOL, I'm not a tech genius, so I was tickled that it worked :)
u/shishido_09: TY for my beautiful, colorful Easter postcard! It is so lovely, and makes me happy every time I see it :) I love all the washi and stickers you used to decorate it!
u/unseenbowl: TY so much for my adorable homemade spring card! I loved ALL the stickers you decorated with, as well as the extras you sent me :)
u/retrorabbit79: TY for the cool Summit p/c! I have to say, the "eat my shorts" sticker you used made me HOWL. My oldest brother used to say that ALL the time as a joke when it was popular. Oh, that made me laugh! Hope your move went well!
u/stephkempf: TY for the cute bear TY card for celebrating your personal 365 days of cards last year. Still amazed by you! Loved the envelope stickers you used too-pretty plants!
u/TyeDyeAmish: TY for my Amish country P/C. Love the scene, love PA Amish country-brings back great memories of when I visited there pretty regularly.
u/chiquita61: TY for my San Diego P/C. I hope you get all 50 states by the end of the year. Do you need a NJ one or PA one? I'm sure I have some of those, so let me know!
u/poppybees: TY for the very beautiful tulip card celebrating 2024. 6 months in, I can say it's been a bit rough, but I'm standing strong! Here's to a great next 6 months :)
u/zkhg: TY for my "bone jour" fancy doggo card. It cracked me up! Your very kind sentiment of sending me lots of positive energy lifts me up whenever I peek at it!

My WW seems to feel absolutely awful about everything, wants R, etc. Many of the "right" feelings are there is what I'm trying to say.
There's a couple really good actions like changing her number (her AP gave her number out to his friends "for a good time" etc), changing jobs (coworker), going to IC, and admittedly has pushed harder than me for MC.
Other than that, I feel so little real effort in terms of daily things between us. She used to do so many cute things, like crosswords about our relationship, she filled up pill caplets once with little things she loved about me/ us, stuff like that. Letters about how much she loved me. That all went away a long time ago, and I've all but told her multiple times I want that back, but she's either unwilling or unable. Everything she has done has mostly been about her or the relationship, not me, if that makes sense.
The exception being buying things. In the past two months she has probably spent close to $700 on things for me, which is a lot for us/ her. It feels a lot like last Christmas season, after she did it but before I knew, where everyone noticed the crazy amount of gifts she had bought. Now we know and she understands that it was out of guilt.
I told her I didn't feel loved, but "bought for". It feels desperate and shallow, like a $120 bottle of bourbon will bring us closer again. Maybe if she enjoyed it too, but she hates the stuff. It's pretty much just for me. I do appreciate it, it's nice, and I've let her know that- it's just not what's needed. Has anyone else experienced this? How did you move past it?

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Jasmine, Justin, Millie
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, Izzy, MK, Ripper
Episode 12: The Aftermath II: Sky Fall
A familiar riff from an electric guitar began the episode, the letters of the 'TDA Aftermath' logo flashing and sliding into existence exactly as they had six episodes prior. A gleam of light swept across it, and the 'D' popped forward, rotating counterclockwise and snapping like a camera taking a picture.
Clip 1
"I'm sorry, but I have to make my conscience clean again," Brick responded. He then noticed Jasmine looking at the ground with disappointment. “Jasmine, are you feeling-”
“Like you said, it's best that you stay away from the film lot,” Jasmine said with an upset glare. “And more importantly from me. You lied to me, and a long distance apart is what's best right now.”
Brick hung his head in shame. “Understood!” he obeyed dejectedly.
The 'D' retreated briefly, then popped back out again before the next clip was shown.
Clip 2
The footage showed Chef escorting a handcuffed Sky on the red carpet.
"Hold on!" the voice of MK cried out as she ran up to the two. “Leave her and take me!”
“Sure. Whatever,” Chef took the handcuffs off Sky and offered them to MK.
“I was kidding!” MK pushed the cuffs away from her. “Like I'd willingly quit the game. I'm just here to see the loser off.” She looked at the slightly taller girl teasingly. “I'm sure you'll be happily reunited with Trent the Challenge Thrower.”
"As long as I'm not on a team with someone as underhanded as you," Sky retorted as she grabbed the handcuffs and walked past the now miffed girl, "I'll be happy anywhere."
The 'D' repeated its standard motion, retreating briefly before popping back out as a transition to the next clip.
Clip 3
"I promise to get you compensated for your broken arm as soon as possible," Chris whispered to Scott timidly.
“Okay,” Scott looked at Chris suspiciously. “I'll go celebrate with my team, but you guys better provide me with benefits or you and Chef are getting a lawsuit.”
For a fourth and final time, the logo's 'D' performed its transitional sequence.
Clip 4
The split-screen from the previous episode's elimination was shown, the camera panning to the left as Izzy received her award. "Hold on, wha?" Scott stammered in shock. "This has to be a joke, right?"
“No, it isn't,” MK said with a grin, “and you have me to thank for that.”
“You… you backstabbed me?!” Scott said with a bit of shock.
“With four votes to one,” MK cackled. “I just did what you did to your previous alliance. Don't get all hypocritical.”
"Unbelievable!" Scott grumbled before he was grabbed by Chef and carried over the shoulder down the Walk of Shame.
The 'D' was shown again, now as a signal of the recap's end.
(Theme Song)
The Aftermath introduction was replayed, this time cutting to the studio as the audience cheered and applauded. Priya and Damien were already on the host's couch, and the seats on stage left had been filled by Rodney, Sam, Gwen, Eva, and Geoff in the top row, and Topher, Katie, Sadie, and Trent in the bottom.
"Hey, everyone!" Priya opened with a wide smile. "I'm Priya!"
"And I'm Damien!" the nervous wreck added. "Good to have you all with us for another episode of the Aftermath."
"I hope you're all ready for the latest dirt on Total! Drama! Action!" Priya said excitedly as the crowd went wild again.
"There's a lot of love out there, right Priya?" Damien said.
"I know what you mean, Damien," Priya added.
"Sadly, today won't be all about love, considering that we'll be experiencing hate," Damien sighed.
"Considering who'll be joining us, that's a guarantee," Priya said as the camera pulled back enough to show the hanging television above them. "We have not only Scott, but Brick and Sky as well," she said as the screen split to show the devious farmer, cadet, and athlete's faces on the viewing screen and the crowd began to cheer.
"We've also got our season one friends joining us in the VIP section!" Damien announced. Priya held a finger to her ear and got up and walked off. "Say hey to Katie and Sadie!" The camera focused on the two girls as they smiled for the camera. "Rodney!" The country boy grinned. "Sam!" The gamer waved. "Gwen!" The goth gave a slight smirk. "And Topher!" The fanboy shot a finger pistol at the cheers.
Damien clapped and looked back, only to blink in confusion at Priya’s disappearance. "And we've got the guests from the last episode. Trent!" The camera cut to the guitarist as he smiled for the cheering crowd. "Geoff!" The party guy winked at the loud cheers. "And last year's winner, Eva!" She dropped her stoic persona long enough to grin at the camera, causing the crowd to cheer louder than ever.
"You sure know how to milk the camera," Trent said to the muscle woman.
"Not my fault," Eva shrugged. "The fans like me."
“Hi, Trent! We're so happy you're here!” Katie told him admiringly.
This made Sadie mad enough to smack her away. “I won the thumb war to say hi from us!” she argued, Katie sharing a similarly furious expression.
The camera cut back to Damien. "She’s doing that now?! Of all times?!" he whisper-yelled into his earpiece angrily and then changed his tone for the camera. "So there've been a couple of pretty shocking eliminations. Anything you'd like to comment on, Eva?"
"Not specifically," Eva replied.
"Okay," Damien said. "These past few episodes have been intense. We had the prison movie, the hospital drama, the haunted set..."
"...the disaster movie and war flick. Totally top-notch!" Priya finished as she returned to the studio and retook her seat, the audience members cheering.
"I knew these people would be all over those last two," Damien joked. "Glad I wasn’t in this season. I would've been voted out on prison day no matter what."
"I have to agree with you there," Priya admitted as the audience laughed. "I have a strong stomach, but the food would’ve been too much for me."
"For once, I actually feel for Scott. Having to go through all that, and getting his arm busted?" Damien commented. "I wouldn't wish that on anybody!"
"Same here, except for Fabien," Priya uttered with bitterness before moving on. "Coming up, we've got more moments of pain and hits like you've never seen," she said as the cheering began again. "It's time for 'That's Gonna Leave a Mark'!"
The segment's introductory sequence played, unchanged from the previous aftermath: several 'filmstrips' depicting various impacts and injuries to the contestants scrolled across the screen set to a grand theme. The crowd began to laugh as never-before-seen clips began to play, all set to a campy tune.
First was Jasmine stumbling around the hospital set with her arms outstretched, believing she had been blinded. She walked straight into Brick in his quarantine bubble, causing the cadet to roll back, hit the wall, and knock away Jasmine afterwards, much to his guilt.
Next, Scott was shown getting rolled into the ambulance after his injury. As the other castmates watched, the ambulance sped off but the doors swung back open, causing the farmer's stretcher to drop out. It rolled towards the teens, stopping just in front of a manhole before it partially collapsed and Scott slid down into the sewer with a splash.
The third clip was short, showing Chase finished setting up a trap during the war challenge and walking off. Ripper was carrying a couple of nets, and didn't notice the trap Chase set up until he got caught in it.
Fourth was set during the prison challenge, the same clip of Sky getting hit in the head by a bag while pushing the cart for her team playing.
The scene then flashed back to the hosts on their couch. "You can't just ditch me like that on live TV without telling me,” Damien scolded the reality TV fan.
“I saw my clip on the monitor, Damien. It was looking disoriented, and that has never happened before,” Priya defended herself. “Don't you know how embarrassing this would be if I didn't notice?”
“More embarrassing than me hosting solo when we're supposed to be a duo?” Damien argued.
The audience gasped. "So uh, guys? That was one great montage of pain!" Trent said from his seat.
"Oh, uh, it sure was!" Priya said quickly as she and Damien realized they were back live. "Did you all see Scott going down like a can of ham? Talk about brutal, right?"
Footage began on the hanging television as the campy tune resumed, starting with a shot of Chef Hatchet's giant manifesto flying towards the camera. The viewpoint shifted just as a gaping Scott was struck in his right arm, and the scene paused right as he began to fall off the wall he'd been clinging to.
"Yikes," Damien winced as a red circle was drawn around Scott's right arm. "If his favorite dance was the robot, he'll have a hard time doing that now."
The footage unpaused, and the redheaded boy fell across the balance beam in slow motion. "Does this show offer back insurance?" Priya added as the camera zoomed in on the point of impact between the log-like beam and Scott.
"Here's my personal favorite," she said as the scene changed to a clip of a traumatized Brick falling forward. "Brick fainting. This is what panic looks like," Priya said as a red circle was drawn around the cadet's face.
The feed cut back to the studio as the audience applauded and the hanging television cut to static. "How about we check in on Brick and see how he's holding up?" Damien asked the crowd right before the hanging television cut to the room backstage.
Brick was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room eating snacks while Scott sat on a nearby chair and Sky paced back and forth.
"So how are you two feeling about being interviewed in this episode?" Sky asked the two. “I'm personally ready to accept what's coming my way.”
“I'm prepared for it,” Scott answered. Though he still had a sling on his right arm and his bandana was gone, the brand on his forehead was no longer visible. “On one hand, my right arm is still broken, but on the other hand, I don't have no lame brand on my forehead no more. And I have a lot to say when it comes to being interviewed.”
“Thanks for your response, Scott,” Sky said. “What about you, Brick?”
“I'm not going to lie after what happened, so I'm just going to say that I'm worried about the questions I'm going to be asked,” Brick admitted and took a bite of his sandwich and looked at the camera. “And we're being watched right now.”
"The camera's on?!" Sky looked at it with shock as the shot cut back to the studio, the three eliminated castmates still on the hanging screen. “This was supposed to be private!”
A mixture of laughs and cheers came from the audience, and the camera focused in on Priya and Damien as the former said "We're always being recorded, no matter what."
"Before we bring out our first guest," Damien said, "let's take a look at his journey on the show." He looked back up to the other screen, which cut to static and then to a series of clips.
"Brick started out as a strong contender in this season," Priya started over clips of him being shocked by an eel and getting sprinkled by green slime.
"With his usual soft spot," Damien said over a clip of him peeking at MK's voting device.
"But when Chef secretly took him under his wing, making a deal to split the million if they won…" Priya brought up as clips of Chef talking to Brick during the acting challenge played.
"Things got dicey for our cadet," Damien said as a clip of Brick getting his swimsuit eaten by a shark was displayed.
"Fortunately for the rest of the cast, Brick had a thing or two to teach Chef about cooking actual food," Priya commented as clips of Brick making pizza and eating a slice was shown.
"But ultimately, Brick's conscience had something to teach him, too, leading to his dramatic exit," Damien said as clips of Brick talking to Justin and entering the Lame-o-sine were displayed.
The footage cut to static and the scene cut back to the studio, the camera panning back down to the hosts. "Our guest once got bombarded by skunks, is afraid of the dark, though he caught a pepperoni disease," Priya said. "Welcome Brick!"
She looked to the backstage exit where the cadet walked out to applause. "Brick McArthur, ready to execute the interview," he greeted with a salute as he walked over to the guest couch and took a seat.
"So Brick, how are you feeling after everything?" Damien asked.
"Is that a good question to ask?" Priya backpedaled. "He lost out on a million bucks twice."
"That may be factual, but my pride and integrity is still inside me," Brick claimed, making the audience applaud.
“Seriously?” Priya moaned. “That is so forced? Right, everybody?”
“Do we clap if we agree or disagree?” Katie asked Sadie, who simply shrugged.
"Thanks for the support,” Priya cynically mumbled. “I still think that what Brick said sounds like a lie. And you know what we do to liars!"
The shot pulled out and the music turned tense as an anvil swung down from the ceiling on a rope. "That's right," Priya said as the heavy thing came to a rest mere inches above Brick's head. "It's 'Truth or Anvil'!"
A grand tune played over a receding shot of a golden statue of the Lady of Justice. The crowd cheered, and both applause and music came to an abrupt end when a large anvil was dropped on the statue, smashing it to bits.
"Priya, why the sudden change?" Damien asked his girlfriend. "Wasn't it 'Truth or Hammer' last time? Why an anvil?"
"The producers’ thought of adding more drama to the show with an anvil. More Total Drama," Priya emphasized.
"Permission to speak," Brick said with a nervous look upwards, the viewpoint changing to show the anvil dangling precariously on its rope. "That anvil is going to drop on me if I lie?"
"You got it, but please don't lie. We don't want anyone to get injured," Priya said. "So, here's my first question.”
“I am so not cool with this!” Damien protested.
“How do you think I feel?” Brick said. “I'm not hiding anything anymore.”
“Brick, did you think the way you took advantage of your teammates was completely heinous and unforgivable?" Priya ignored the complaints and asked the first question.
"I had no intention of doing any harm, especially to Jasmine," Brick replied. "Chef just intimidated me!"
The anvil slightly dropped, making the audience gasp.
"Can't we just run some footage instead?" Damien suggested.
"How about some never-before-seen footage of Brick's fast moves behind the scenes?" Priya looked back up to the hanging television, which quickly switched from static to Chef in the boys’ trailer.
"While everyone else smelled like a dog park in August, you were wearing spring fresh duds," Priya said as the clip panned out to show Chef walking over to Brick to give him fresh clothes similar to the young man's usual attire.
"Thanks, Chef," Brick told the cook in the clip before the static moved to the next one.
"Chef gave you performance enhancing vitamins and helpful dairy products while everyone else was forced to eat slop," Priya talked over a clip of Chef providing Brick with a cup of vitamins and a carton of milk while Ripper, Millie, and Anne Maria were walking by with their horrible food.
The static changed the scene to Brick getting a therapeutic massage with needles attached to his bare back, sitting on his bunk bed with packages around him, and eating bags of beef jerky. "You received therapeutic massages, packages from home, and beef jerky, and never once felt bad about it," Priya mentioned all the things that Brick did.
The footage cut to Brick in a never before seen confessional. "Do I like winning? Heck yeah! I wanna do whatever it takes to keep racking up the wins! Do I feel bad? Do I look like I feel bad?"
Everyone gasped at all the things that Brick did after the shot cut back to the studio.
"I solemnly swear that I wasn't being two-faced," Brick defended himself. "Don't you have another clip explaining why I said what I said?"
"Okay. Here's what really happened in that confessional," Damien said before the next clip played on the television.
Another confessional was shown, though Brick was holding a script while Chef was watching him.
"Is this necessary, Chef?" Brick questioned Chef, who snarled in response and held a wooden ladle over his head. "I'm going to read. Do I like winning? Heck yeah."
The footage went back to the studio, where Priya was in the middle of a conversation with Brick. “Just do it this once,” Priya begged. “It'll make for great comedy, and the producers will love it!”
“You want me to get hit in the head with an anvil just to please your producers?” Brick repeated with a scowl. “That is not happening!”
“Okay then,” Priya said. “You lying did drive a wedge between you and Jasmine, so I'm not going to push it.”
"We only have time for one question," Damien interrupted.
"And I have the perfect one," Priya informed. "GumbroGordon98 wants to know; Brick, what would you do the next time you and Jasmine see each other again?"
“What I will do is make up for my actions and prove to her that I'll never keep anything from her again," Brick answered. "Not because of love, but because we're friends."
The hosts looked up to the anvil, but it didn't move. "That was not a lie if the anvil didn't pummel you," Damien smiled.
“Speaking of Jasmine, do you think that you two would’ve gotten together had you not worked with Chef all season or not at all?” Priya followed up.
“Excuse me?!” Brick asked in offense.
“Priya!” Damien said warningly. “That is personal info! I told you not to bring that up!”
“I just wanted to know. This is a half-hour show,” Priya said and faced the camera. "And it's time for a small break," Priya said. "We'll see you after these messages." She smiled and the crowd cheered.
The scene faded into the TDA Aftermath logo, and the 'D' popped out at the screen once again.
(Commercial Break)
The episode returned with another flash of the Aftermath logo, and a montage of clips from 'The Chefshank Redemption' began to play. Ripper and Chase were shown putting roaches and moldy pineapple slices into their bowl respectively, and Millie was eating the meal until she threw up. The camera pulled back out from the screen to the studio.
"Did you really leave just to touch up on your makeup?" Damien whispered to Priya.
"There was a pimple, Damien," Priya shot back. “And I took care of it during the commercial at least since you had a problem with me checking my clip during the episode.”
Damien groaned in frustration. "I thought you’d only do this once."
“I’d hate to interrupt your squabble, but the camera is rolling right now!” Eva spoke up.
Damien and Priya gave a wide-eyed stare to the camera. "And we're back," Damien said awkwardly.
"It's time we meet our second guest," Priya said. "But first, let's take a look." The hanging monitor cut to static and then started playing clips. "Scott was his same old antagonistic self this season," Priya said over a shot of Scott squeezing his sweat out of his shirt in the prison challenge.
"He was even picked last for the Gaffers because of his actions," Damien said over a clip of Sky picking him.
"Scott knew that he couldn’t throw the challenges with his rotten reputation, so he decided to mostly stay under the radar and not do anything risky," Priya recapped as Scott was shown getting on the surfboard and later on falling from one of the supports for the lights hanging above the pool and landing painfully on the surfboard.
"Scott formed an alliance with MK," Damien added over Scott and MK planning to vote out Izzy after the acting challenge, "and considering that MK’s as sneaky as him, it was a match made in heaven."
“When his arm got broken in the disaster challenge, Scott made sure to Chris that he wasn’t playing around with suing him after all he’s been put through,” Priya mentioned, clips of Scott being hit on the arm and later on angrily talking to Chris at night being shown.
"When the elimination came, Scott trusted MK to have his back in getting rid of Izzy," Damien said over Scott and MK in the communal bathroom together discussing the vote.
"But in a twist of events, MK chose to backstab Scott instead and take the villain role for herself, leading to his exit," Priya finished as MK's confessional was shown and Scott got thrown into the Lame-o-sine by Chef. The footage cut to static as the shot moved back to the studio, the hanging television retreating into the ceiling as the audience clapped.
"Our next guest got his forehead branded, covered his entire body in honey, and is a big fan of pigs," Damien announced. "Give it up for Scott!"
The audience cheered as Scott came out with his usual smirk and sat on the couch. "I expected there to be people booing me, but I guess I’m much more popular than I thought!" he told the hosts.
"I think it’s because you haven’t done anything as villainous as last season thanks to your early elimination," Priya said.
“Priya, Damien, are there still hard feelings between us?” Scott asked.
"The two of us still don’t like you, but we’re being professional for today," Damien replied. "So how are you feeling now that you've had a few days away from the show?"
"For starters, my dumb brand is gone and the money has been transferred to my family," Scott answered. "I’m happy about all that, but I am disappointed as well. I got duped and tricked and Chef damaged my right arm, and with my forehead, that’s just humiliating."
"That does sound harsh," Damien told him with sympathy. "You’re a wolf that’ll betray people, but what you got was overkill!"
“If you threatened to file a lawsuit against Chris after the arm incident, why didn’t you do so when you involuntarily got your forehead branded?” Priya asked the devious farmer.
"Because it wasn’t as painful as the second situation, and I only threatened to sue them out of bitterness from missing out on the final two," Scott said. "I did deserve to win that season."
"I know twenty-one people, including myself, who will highly disagree with you," Damien said with a knowing look at the camera, making the audience chuckle.
“Whatever. Only my opinion matters,” Scott let the hosts know.
"I think it's time for the questions,” Priya smiled mischievously. “How do you feel about MK after what she did?"
Scott snorted. "That’s the question you’re going to start with?"
Damien cleared his throat. "Don’t know why I didn’t bring this up sooner, but you should try not to lie for once in your life or an anvil's gonna fall on you." The camera followed up to the anvil, once again dangling above the guest couch on a rope.
"I don’t plan to be a pancake today," Scott said after looking at the anvil. "But if you insist, MK is like my equal, only that she’s less effective than me. We did work together to get the case, but that was because nobody wanted to work with either of us."
“And can you blame us at all?” Priya asked dismissively.
“When we started our alliance this season, I personally felt like we were starting to be good friends, and not lovers,” Scott continued. “Despite not always being on the same page, we gained respect for each other, so to have her turn on me like that kinda upset me a lot.”
“I remember you turning on me and our alliance last season,” Damien brought up. “Why did this even upset you?”
“I’m not soulless and sociopathic,” Scott stated. “I’m a jerk for sure, but I do care for the people closest to me, and that includes friends. Thankfully, MK didn’t heartlessly throw our bonding away for no reason. This is a battle for a million dollars, and I kinda respect her for getting me voted out.”
“Who knew you could put your pride aside for once?” Priya chuckled softly.
“Next question,” Damien carried on. “Are you mad at your other teammates for voting you off the show?”
“Absolutely not,” Scott answered. Everyone gasped and waited for the falling anvil... and it never came. "What? I’m not ticked off at them."
"I am also as shocked as the audience," Priya said in exasperation. "They helped MK vote you out and cost you a million bucks!"
"I’m not close to Ripper, Chase, and Izzy at all, so their votes I don’t mind," Scott replied. "They cost themselves the most strategic player on the team is what I’m gonna say."
"Is there anyone you'd like to see get booted out of the game next?” Priya wondered. “You made a lot of enemies."
"Eva’s my biggest rival, and with her already eliminated, I don’t care who gets kicked off next," Scott responded uncaringly. "If anything, I want MK to win this season. She’ll obviously triumph with her big brain."
"A supporter of the baddie? Interesting," MK remarked.
"Here's what I want to know," Damien said. "What's with your general, well, nastiness? Take a look," the television showed a montage of Scott’s unfriendly moments.
"So this is my competition. Eleven wimps I can easily take down."
"Wait, you're talking about Muscle Woman?! Seriously?"
"It's just an owl, Chicken Little."
“I don't know what's more boring. Danger Free's feelings for Wild Girl, or Gamer coddling a bird.”
"Hey Danger-less Damien! Get eating already!"
“If you want to hate the player, hate the game much more.”
"I don't want to get cuffed to anyone. Look at these people!"
"So those jerks left me here to die and without even winning the money."
"I'm up against a girl probably on steroids and a dumb party obsessed dude."
“McLean better be here in the next couple of seconds or I'm bailing."
“Are you kidding me?! Do my strategic skills, whittling skills, and good looks mean nothing to you?”
"Izzy's such a showboat. She's always there to demonstrate how “cool” she is, but can she smash twenty kitchen rats in under a minute? No.”
The footage cut to static and the studio was shown again. "Hey, people say that I wasn’t held enough as a child. Plus, where’s the joy in not grinding people’s gears every once in a while?" Scott said.
"You do have moments where you’re not insulting us, so we usually tolerate you for the most part," Priya said.
"Thanks. Now can we move on? I have nothing else to say," Scott requested heavily.
"Well in that case," Damien said, "it's time for the final guest." The feed on the TV screen started playing the clips of Sky's time on the show.
"Sky started the game as one of the stronger players," Priya said over a clip of Sky running from the monster in the first challenge with Trent.
"She was chosen as one of the team captains," Damien said over a clip of her winning the second challenge. "Unfortunately, her boyfriend, Trent, was the other captain."
"With her becoming friends with Chase," Priya said over a clip of Sky high fiving Chase, "and her focusing more on the competition," her jump off the diving board was shown, along with Trent helping her off the horse, "things got complicated with her and Trent."
"Thankfully, Sky was able to straighten things up or they could've broken up," Damien said over Sky and Trent's conversation after the wild west challenge.
"Sky was able to move on from Trent and focus on her own goals in the contest," Priya said over clips of Sky asserting herself in the alien challenge and pushing the cart for her team in the prison challenge, "but her refusal to be underhanded was her own doing," Sky's confessional about taking a shortcut was shown.
"And she was left without a Gilded Chris," Damien finished as the athlete was shown being escorted to the Lame-o-sine. The monitor was raised once again and the camera cut back to the hosts. "Our last guest loves serial killer movies, accidentally knocked someone out with a crate of oranges, and tranquilized multiple animals."
"She also dumped somebody before the show and hooked up with somebody new," Priya added. "Here's Sky!"
Sky walked onstage to a roaring applause. She waved to the audience before sitting down on the first row of the guest couch on the opposite end of Scott with Brick now seated a row above them.
“Hi everybody!” Sky greeted politely. “Hello Trent!”
“Sup, Sky!” Trent waved to his girlfriend. “Great to see you.”
"Welcome to the show," Priya said with a smile.
"Good job on getting the positions as co-hosts," Sky told Damien and Priya.
“It's not like we were forced into doing it,” Damien said. “It was our own choice… that the producers offered us,” he added the last part quickly.
"Anyway, Sky, let's talk about your time on the show and how it led to you coming here," Priya said to Sky.
"Well, I did have hope that I could make it to the finale this season since I was close to that stage in season 1, but got eliminated because of an auto-elimination challenge," Sky admitted. “Had it not been for that, my chances would have been higher since I usually don't get a lot of votes.”
"So you didn't know that MK plotted to use you and your boyfriend's love dilemma for drama and got your teammates to vote you out because it was resolved?" Damien asked.
"Say what?" Sky balked with shock.
"MK also got Izzy eliminated with help from Scott and is scheming in the background. Who knows who she'll target next?" Priya said dramatically.
"If MK was going to split apart me and Trent, then I am heavily rooting against her!" Sky declared. “In retrospect, I should have picked somebody else for my team.”
"So who inspired you to become who you are today?" Damien wondered.
"Be honest and you'll be fine," Brick whispered to the athlete.
“Unless you want to be shorter than you already are by getting squashed by the anvil,” Scott added.
"Hey, I was supposed to warn her!" Priya complained. “Sky, go on.”
"My sister, Jane, is in the Canadian Olympic team for rhythmic gymnastics," Sky opened up. "She is the first athlete of my family. I've looked up to her and wanted to be an athlete of my own.” She then donned a frown. “Before that, I didn't even know what I wanted to be. I was a lonely kid who didn't know how to talk to people back then until Jane gave me inspiration to become the bold and courageous person I am today."
The audience aww'd at her backstory and some people even cried, with Katie and Sadie being one of them. "That is so beautiful!" Katie cried as she and Sadie wiped off many tears.
“Next question: how do you think that things between you and Trent would've been much worse?” Priya asked next.
“Had I not talked to Trent about him losing on purpose, he'd still be in the game, but he'd continue challenge throwing,” Sky theorized. “It would've led to a fight, we'd break up, and we'd both be hated by the fans.”
“Trent, would you like to back her up on this?” Damien turned to him.
Trent felt surprised at being called on, but he still stood up regardless. “Sky made her point perfectly clear. She doesn't like to cheat or watch other people do the same,” he said. “I'm just glad we were able to open up to each other like rational people and keep our relationship rather than acting like whiny teenagers.”
“Thank you for understanding my views,” Sky smiled at her boyfriend while the audience applauded.
"Speaking of relationships, we would like to talk about Keith," Priya said abruptly.
“Keith?” Sky repeated.
“Yeah. He's the guy you broke up with before you came onto the show,” Damien told her.
"Because he was an absolute jerk," Sky said sarcastically. The anvil dropped, leading to Sky, Scott, and Brick diving out of the way and allowing for the anvil to destroy the couch.
"Did you have to lie? You do know that my arm is still in a sling!" Scott informed her indignantly.
"I didn't know that the anvil believed sarcasm was lying," Sky apologized.
“The anvil's policy is honesty, one hundred percent!” Priya enforced.
"Here's the honest reason we broke up, other than me joining the show. Keith is a reliable guy, but he and I both realized that our relationship wasn't going so smoothly, so we parted on good terms," Sky admitted.
"With that being said, let's get to today's video call with Keith!" Priya announced as the scene panned up to the television.
The static soon went away and showed Sky's ex-boyfriend Keith, who was a medium height Asian boy with black wavy hair and a black collared shirt. He was sitting on his bed inside his room with the wall painted gray and with medals hung on. He gave a wave to the camera and gave a small smile to Sky, who smiled back.
"Nice to see you again, Keith," Sky told him.
"Feeling's mutual, Sky. How are things going with you and your track season?" Keith asked.
"It's going good," Sky responded back. "What about your football season?"
"I'm still scoring the most touchdowns for us and leading the team to victory," Keith said. "Some of my teammates pull through, but the others will eventually have to step up and not leave the work to only a few."
"So Keith, we want to ask you a few questions regarding Sky," Damien piped in.
"I don't have anything to do at the moment, so ask away," Keith allowed.
"We'd like to hear about the breakup from your point of view," Damien explained.
"We broke up because we both kinda felt unhappy in our relationship," Keith responded.
"What do you mean you both felt unhappy?" Priya pressed on.
"With us starting to be on different sports teams and us focusing too hard on wanting to win due to being captains, it made me and Sky drift apart from each other a bit," Keith answered.
“Sorry about that,” Damien expressed his sympathy.
"With Sky about to join the show, we both knew that we had to break up and not stress ourselves," Keith continued. "We've both moved on, and while I'm no longer dating for a while, I'm happy for Sky being with a brand new boyfriend."
"Your support means everything to me," Sky reminded him.
"I have to go now. I just remembered that I have to pump my football again. See you soon," Keith said before the screen turned to static and the camera moved away from the television back to the studio.
“Okay, he is super cute,” Sadie whispered to Katie.
“And not taken!” Katie whispered more gleefully.
"A part of me was wishing that Keith was a sleazebag," Priya said. “A possible heated argument would've made things interesting.”
“That is just wrong, Priya,” Damien shook his head disapprovingly.
“We can either be amicable or toxic, and me and Keith choose the amicable path,” Sky emphasized. “Are there any more questions for me?”
“Just this one,” Damien smiled. “Would you change your gameplay if it meant staying in the game for a longer period of time?”
“And sink to the level of the people I'm highly against? I'd rather quit than sabotage anybody, even if they're my biggest enemies,” Sky answered boldly.
“I also stand by that,” Damien nodded. “To end off the interview, honesty and being straight up will always save your butt.”
"That is all for today's episode!" Priya announced with a smile as the Aftermath theme began to play.
"Join Chris and the cast next time for the most dramatically thrilling episode of Total! Drama! Action! Ever!" Damien pitched in over the applauding audience.
The lights on the stage turned off, and as Damien and Priya began standing up, Priya noticed Damien glaring heavily at her. "Hey, about our…"
Damien grabbed her arm and took her away from the camera. "You and I need to talk, Priya. Now!"
(Roll the Credits)
(Bonus Clip)
Sky was sitting in the green room by herself when Trent walked in and took a seat next to her. "Hey Sky, I have some bad news," he said.
"What could it be?" Sky replied.
“So it seems that Katie and Sadie are now in love with your ex,” Trent claimed. “I overheard them talking about how hot he is.”
“To tell you the truth, Keith isn't into those types of girls,” Sky sighed. “He'll be annoyed out of his mind if he ever meets them.”
“Hopefully it's just a one-time crush and the girls will move onto somebody new,” Trent wished.
“If not, I'll give Keith a big heads up to hide himself for a week," Sky promised.
Eva - 14th
Geoff - 14th
Izzy - RETURNED
Trent - 12th
Sky - 11th
Brick - 10th
Scott - 9th
Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Jasmine, Justin, Millie
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, Izzy, MK, Ripper

As always, thank you to u/SpacePaladin15 for the wonderful universe that is NoP! Thank you to u/cruisingNWfor proof reading and helping me make this chapter as good as it can be, you're the man! Honestly LoM wouldn't have gone very far without him! If you haven't you should absolutely go read Foundations of Humanity! It's very good! :D
A big thanks to u/Saint-Andros for helping with proofreading! He writes Out of Our Elements which is a very good one! If you like a good fic in the wilderness and a pair of cute 'friends' ;) you'll love OOE!
Also thank you to u/brotanics! For this wonderful fanart of Taisa. And this one! She's so cute I'm gonna die
And thank you to u/Jimdandy117! For this adorable fanart of Chris and Renkel! Dear god help he's adorable I love him so much
Thank you u/SlimyRage, or AsciiSquid on Discord, for makin' Vengineer Taisa Gamin'. She's absolutely adorable, I love her lil' workers apron. She looks so excited to get to work!
Thank you u/Braquen! For this astounding Pixel Art of Taisa after a few range day dates with Chris! Her little hat and gunbelt are absolutely astounding!
Thank you u/VeryUnluckyDice! For this Artwork of Taisa and Chris as characters from One Piece! I've never seen or read it before but it's incredibly cute!
Thank you to u/creditmission for their wonderful work of several LoM fanfics!
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Memory Transcription Subject: Taikel, Venlil Farmer, Venlil-Human Exchange Host
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 18th, 2136
Polani guide her light… please.
My heart hurt as I awoke to the familiar clatter of the window’s auto blinds snapping me to consciousness, rousing me from my sleep as golden twilight rays filled the room, forcing me to follow through. Everything felt tighter, stiffer, more painful as I slowly rose upright, my paws finding and pressing into the tension at the base of my neck, my eyes squeezing shut as I did everything I could to push past the tide of reality falling on my shoulders.
Rensa laid at my side while her occasional muffled beep drifted from her as she was lost in whatever dreams her medicine had brought to her mind this time. She’d cried into my shoulder when she’d broken from them after the accident, wailing about the horrid events and images she’d been forced to endure, or relive, in the nights of her dreams. All I could hope was that her stillness was a good sign that she wasn’t haunted by those horrors again; old, or new.
The heavy weight hanging on my eyelids beckoned me to give in, to turn over and bury myself back into the covers, to hide from the thought of what we’d los-
No. Not yet.
The thought of losing them. The UN hadn’t confirmed anything and wouldn’t for a few more paws - or ever, Stars willing - but Taisa’s silence set ice in my veins. Until then, I had to push forward to help Rensa and to keep Renkel’s spirits up. Even if it meant I’d have an even farther fall.
And if they are gone, they wouldn’t want you to sit and rot away in bed. Keep everything together, gray coat, for them-
A tight, high whimper from my love, my life beside me all but shattered my heart.
And for her.
I leaned over, gently licking Rensa’s cheek before tucking the blankets a little tighter around her and slipping myself free from beneath their enticing embrace. I wasn’t entirely alright; wouldn’t be until I knew, for better or worse. Until then… Until then I’d do everything I could to make them proud.
The wood beneath my paws let out a long, sighing creak as I rose from the bed, pushing myself out into the hall before gently sliding the door closed behind me. This waking, for Renkel at least, would be no different than any other waking he had off from school. Not if I had anything to say about it.
The stairs were silent as I descended, turning into the open living room and staring at the hearth for a long moment, doing my best to keep my attention off of Chris’ empty room and onto the task at hand. I let out a long sigh, flapping my ears to try and batter the thoughts away as I padded into the kitchen. Warm pops and wet hisses of my cooking soon filled the air as I set about making first-meal with a hearty helping of Human vegetables.
Before I knew it the soft click-clack of pup-claws sounded from the stairs as Renkel followed his tongue to find a steaming bowl of scramble waiting for him.
“Good waking, Rekan.” I whistled, doing my best to shear the melancholy from my voice as he clambered up into his seat, clutching one of his Human ‘Animal Encyclopedias’ close to his chest. “How was your rest?”
“Good! I dream’d’d of fishies!” He exclaimed before thumping the book on the table and flicking it open to a page with the dull, speckled flanks of some massive fish that dwarfed the Human swimming next to it. “That one! It’s my favorite!”
A small titter of amusement slipped from my snout at the fickleness of a pup’s interests. “Oh really now? I thought you said the Manta Ray was your favorite!”
“Muh-uh! Whale sharks is way cooler! Look how big it is! And it swims around with its mouth open like the manta but way bigger!” Renkel groaned, tossing his arms as wide as his maw in imitation of the gargantuan fish.
“Well you’ll have to tell me all about them!” I whistled in return, serving myself a steaming bowl of the mix before knocking the heat down to keep it warm for Rensa… whenever she woke up.
“What’s wrong, Papa?” >Alright?< My son asked with his, curious, worried eyes staring up at me past the wisps of steam drifting from his food. “Is Mama ok?”
“She’s… She’s alright, son. Her leg’s hurting her a lot lately. Everything going on has got her real worried, is all.” >Everything Fine.< I answered, my voice sounding far more sure of the words than I felt as I paused for a moment. >Eat Up!<
His attention hung on me for a few moments longer before he let out a happy, satisfied beep and launched into an explanation of everything he found interesting about these ‘Whale Sharks’, only pausing to breathe and stuff whole skewers of vegetables into his mouth. The enthusiasm of a pup never did fail to amaze, and Renkel certainly had enough to go around! Our bowls were soon finished and empty, but Renkel kept going, happily whistling on about how their gills worked and how their coloring was to protect them from predators. Before long the dishes were cleared and in the sink, all except for one.
She needs to eat.
“Tell ya what, Rekan, you find yourself a few more facts and you can teach me even more about them after I give your Mama her first-meal. How’s that sound?”
“More fishie facts!” He exclaimed with glee, his paws in the air as he rocked back in his chair before plunging straight back into his book. My paw slipped beneath his bowl, scooping a fresh serving into it before gently nuzzling the studious pup’s crown on my way to the stairs. His happy whistles faded as I plodded up the old wooden steps, stopping for a moment at the door to mine and Rensa’s room, my paw hovering above the door-slide as I listened for any sign that she’d stirred.
I didn’t hear any.
The door whined as I gently slid the door aside and found her awake, staring at her cupped paws with a vacant expression. Her ears swung in my direction as I stepped in, only for a moment, while I did my best to keep my voice positive as I approached with food in paw. “Good Waking, Sweetheart.”
A small, grumbled ‘Good Waking, Love’ was all she could muster for me as she stared at the black bead cradled in her paw.
So soon?
“Your leg feeling any better?” I whispered as I set the bowl of scramble and glass of water on the bedside before gently taking my place at her side.
“Not really.” She hissed, her voice distant as an unladen paw kneaded at the border of her wool and the leg’s interface plate, squeezing her eyes shut and drawing in a long breath before shaking her head, her tail bobbing a succinct >Not at all.<
“Maybe some food will help.” I whispered, gently trading the bead for her bowl and skewer and setting it on the bedside before softly pressing my snout to her’s.
She was quiet, staring into her food for a long moment, her eyes puffy and orange. >Don’t think so. Gone.<
Tears pooled at the corner of my eyes, burning like firefruit oil as I twined my tail around what little of hers hung over the side of the bed, squeezing tight as I could to ground my wife to what of this world, of our family, we had left. Her paws moved, slowly poking the skewer into the food before raising it to her mouth, and then again and again before the bowl and glass were empty.
“I…” Rensa let out a small sigh, setting the bowl on the old bedside with a loud clunk before her tail squeezed, weakly, back into mine. “Th-Thank you, Love.”
“It’s ok, Sweetheart.” I replied, leaning into her side and soaking in the silence that stifled the space between us. She sucked in a pained gasp as her free paw found its way back to the remains of her leg, clutching the wool tight. “W-Were the meds helping any, last paw?”
>Yes.< Her tail flicked slowly, almost reluctantly as I watched tears gather in the folds of her squinted eyes.
I rose, gently nuzzling her crown with a forlorn mewl before guiding her paw back to mine for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be right back.”
I hate to see her like this, more than I hate seeing her drifting a while. At least then she’s not crying from the pain. Not suffering…
I rushed to the bathroom, ripping open the closet and retrieved the damned bottle. A single pill tumbled into my paw, the remainder clacking noisily against the sides as I slipped them back into the box they had been stowed in. The little tan capsule churned my stomach as I looked down at it, horrid memories sprouting in my mind. The memories of the paw of the accident and the herds after it where she was despondent, from the pills and the loss of her career.
If those two are gone…
My tail shuddered, trying to shake the creeping vines of despair free from my heart at the thought before I drew in a deep breath, steeling myself and stepping back into the bedroom. Rensa stared up at me as I approached, her eyes filled with worry as I settled back down on the bed beside her, holding the pill out on my paw. She hesitated, her tail curling as her attention slid from me down to the proffered pill before her eyes squeezed shut and her paw seized as hard as her leg, digging her claws into her pads with a low, pained mewl.
“Please, Sweetheart…” I trailed off, my paw sliding over hers to try and calm her squeezing claws from hurting herself further. I’d seen her draw her own blood far too many times.
A soft gasp sucked into her mouth as she leaned forward, wrapping her paws around me with a stifled cry before accepting the pill and downing it with a sip from her glass. “I-I’m sorry, Love.”
“It’s ok, Sweetheart.” I soothed, pulling her close to me as I ran my paws through her wool, doing my best to drive the sorrow burrowing in my heart away. “It’s ok…”
Her sobs began to fade as the medicine took hold, her arms slackening around me a little before she let out a harrowingly familiar, relieved sigh. “Thhhank you, Taikel…”
I couldn’t bring myself to answer in kind as I pulled her closer, fighting away the tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. Instead I settled on easing her back on the bed before gently nuzzling her snout, receiving a passive mumble of acknowledgement as I stood from the bedside, stopping to stare down at the black bead on the bedside, quietly pawing it before I padded through the door to the upper landing. I paused. Took a breath. And another. Willing myself to stifle the rattle in my throat before I faced my son again. There was little more I could do for her right now; at least the meds might let her sleep for a while longer.
The stairs beneath my paws clicked and creaked between the amazed whistles and beeps of Renkel still at the island meeting my ears; most certainly still enamored with his book. Quietly I found my way to the hearth, doing my best not to alert the pup as I gently opened the Heartwood box Rensa and I had made when we’d married, staring down into the void-black padding at the singular circle of white, Amarek wood at its center.
When we’d made it her father had insisted that, according to tradition, this was where it was meant to be, in the middle of everything else in your life. That the chest that held your darkest days should live with the rest of your joy until it would in turn join the others in the tapestry of your life.
We’d only ever used one since we’d married… I had hoped we wouldn’t need anot-
No. Not until you know.
My ears battered away the despair sprouting in my chest as the bead slipped into place, standing in stark contrast to the brilliant wood encircling it like an eye peering back up at me while the lid slowly closed over it, shielding the burrow from the pain it held. I pulled in a quiet breath before turning, squeezing my eyes shut again to hold back the tears I knew were just one bad assumption, one errant thought, one horrid message away from spilling forth.
The pup whirled around as I stepped behind him, peering over his shoulder to see what new tidbits of information he was foraging for this time. A new picture of the massive fish was spread across the page, this one taken from above the water looking over the side of some vessel staring down at the animal through glimmering, crystal clear waters.
“I wonder if Chris has ever seen a whale shark! That’d be so cool!” Renkel exclaimed, his tail zipping back and forth excitedly as he tapped at the page. “I bet he’s been all over the carry-bean!”
A pang of grief flashed through my heart at the mention of the missing pair, the feeling festering for a long, gut wrenching moment before I whispered to him over his shoulder. “I’ll bet he has, son, and I bet he’ll be happy to tell you all about it when they get back!”
Then if they c- When. WHEN they come home, I’m going to give them both ears so full the stars above will hear everything I’ve got to say.
And then some.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Taisa, Venlil Starship Engineer, Crystal Star Shipping Co-Owner
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 19th, 2136
Another paw of sun-scorched hell. Stars, I hope Mama and Papa are alright….
The pad in my paws was still harrowingly silent as I gazed down at the screen, a trail of my own messages dotting their way up the screen had gone unanswered these last two paws. Letting them know that we’d made it out safe, what we’d been doing, when I thought we’d be home…
Polani shook and shuddered as Chris brought her around again, shaking me from my thoughts as we passed over charred, smoldering tracts of forests on the eastern side of the crash site that looked like little more than blasted ashen sticks. It’d been a sleepless night as we rushed to help quench the fire the Glorious Pyre and the Twilight Star’s drives set when they’d crashed. The U.N. had leapt to invoke our contract again, putting us to work shuttling material, equipment and water to put out the inferno that threatened Chris’ home and the surrounding areas. Thankfully they hadn’t sent any Arxur for us to shuttle!
The fact that they were here. That they were helping. That they’d even showed up to Humanity’s defense in the first place was… it was unthinkable!
Every stray glance I was forced to see them, every plodding step they took, every reverberating growl of their horrid language and every time I caught one of them staring at me like I was little more than a cut of meat to hunt, to chase, to toy with… Sent shivers down my spine and out my tail.
I hated it.
Hated them.
Hated what I’d seen them do on the Cradle, what one of them had done to me. What one of them had made Chris do to protect me. Hated what they’d made us have to see, hear, and live through. It didn’t matter what they were here for, it bought no good will of mine. Chris promised to protect me again if we got assigned to moving any of them, that he’d happily put another bullet in one of them before chancing the possibility of losing someone else.
Annabelle.
He, and the rest of his family, were still holding out hope that they’d find her and the rest of her bunker beneath what little was left of what had been the outskirts of London. I wanted to be hopeful with them, to pray and call and beg to every star I could see, every star I could name for her to have been spared but… but the pictures didn’t look good. The scattered rubble that had once been so many Human cities left the bitter taste of bile and sorrow in my mouth as I thought about the millions of lives the federation I’d once believed in had snuffed out in a flash.
The monsters I’d once championed had tried to take everything from Chris, from his Family, from all of us. From Me. They’d stolen parents from their children, shattered families, people, communities and cultures that they’d turned to ash in the wake of their failure. So much gone, so much destroyed, so much lost, so much taken.
Taken.
Because of their fear. Because of their hatred. Because of their cowardice.
Because of their weakness.
“At least the fires are out.” Chris sighed, the long, forlorn sound gently pulling me from the anger simmering in my chest. “Ma, Pa, an’ Ryan’ll be alright, so long’s the Peacekeepers actually do their job with trackin’ down those… stragglers.”
“Let them burn or let them rot for all I care.” I grumbled, staring out the viewscreen down at the devastated countryside below; images of Chris’ family, tears in their eyes as they huddled around their TV looking for any information they could find about Annabelle. “It’s the least they’d wanted to do to us.”
“‘Much as they fuckin’ deserve it…” His voice cracked as a flash of concern passed over his face while he glanced over at me, hesitating for a moment before responding. “Probably for the best we don’t reinforce what everyone the arm over already thinks of us.”
>Fair.<
“‘Specially not the new friends we picked up, doubt the Zurulians would be particularly big fans of Humans doing… that to prisoners.” He sighed, righting Polani from her bank before guiding her nose around, across the horizon, and back towards Blacksburg, the hum of her thrusters building to a mournful, crackling wail as they pushed us onward. “For now though, let's get some food in us; Ma’s bound to have something good.”
My tail twitched at the idea of a belly full of Darlene’s wonderful red beans and rice to try and take my worried mind off of the world of ash and fire smoldering around us as a meek mewl slipped from my mouth. “Thank you, Love.”
I swear to the stars above:
I’ll get even for what they’ve done.
[Advance Transcription by Time Unit: 1.5 Hours]
The comfortingly warm weight of Darlene’s cooking settled in my stomach as I sunk back into the chair, my tail wrapped tight around Chris’ leg. Darlene stared through the window out at the pasture beyond, passively scrubbing grime and grit away from the white pot in her hands as the sound of running water filled the air.
“Where’s Ryan now?” Chris grumbled as he scooped another mouthful of meat, beans and rice from his bowl.
“Out ‘helping’ ‘gain.” Darlene sighed, setting the pot on her drying rack with a ringing clang as she turned to point a wooden spoon at an empty plaque on the wall. “At least Cobb’s gon’ go out with ‘im.”
“Boy went out an’ got hisself hurt on ‘nother planet and now he’s damned well set to go on ‘n get hurt again on this’n.” Michael grunted, anger in his voice as he flicked through article after article on the pad sitting on the counter in front of him. “‘Tween those fire-crazy exterminators and these god-damned lizards I ‘on’t find myself thinkin’ this shit’s hardly a good idea.”
“Pa’, come on, you know how he fe-” Chris started, swallowing his food as he leaned forward over the counter, his response cut short by the ringing chimes sounding out from both of our pads.
TO: CRYSTAL STAR SHIPPING
FROM: THOMAS ASHFORTH
NORFOLK AID PICKUP
Your services are required to move the personnel and material listed in the attached manifest from the subject port to the following aid sites:
U.N. COALITION NEW YORK AID AND RESCUE CAMP - 06
U.N. COALITION NEW YORK AID AND RESCUE CAMP - 11
U.N. COALITION NEW YORK AID AND RESCUE CAMP - 14
Thank you,
Thomas Ashforth
U.N. Logistics Coordinator
A manifest was attached, listing off everything from pallets of food, medical supplies, material for expanding the aid camps, a pawful of Zurulians and U.N. staff an-
Oh Stars.
My blood ran cold as my tail tightened around Chris’ ankle, a small, weak, terrified mewl weeping from my snout at the sight of the final thing on the list.
Arxur Volunteers.
A low growl built at my side as Chris stared down at his pad, his fists tightening around the pad until his knuckles were white with the strain. “Rat fucking bastards.”
>We have to.<
He nodded, his mouth tight with anger as the scrape of his stool sounded across the room while he rose to his feet. His hair tossed about as he shook his head, doing his best to drive off whatever thoughts were raging behind his eyes as he looked over to me, gently slipping his leg free from my tail before he marched to his room, Roscoe’s wagging tail close at his side. The comforting, familiar thump of his boots on hardwood marked his return just as fast as he’d left, the glint of his pistol holstered across his chest and the soft shine of the rifle hanging from his shoulder telling me everything I needed to know.
“Together?”
“Together.”
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Memory Transcription Subject: Rensa, Venlil Farmer & Ex-Exterminator, Venlil-Human Exchange Host
Date [Standardized Human Time]: October 20th, 2136
Fire’s gone. Pain. Gone. Daughter. Taisa. Gone.
My mind swam as I stared at the stars high above the Warren, drifting in a sea of white, black, and gray, feeling little but the chill of the glass of gin resting in my paw alongside the whispering cold of twilight’s winds. The occasional drift of odd colors floated through the air, harvesting my attention from the morass of nothing that had filled this paw and the one before it. Warbling sound filled my ear, vibrating the left side of my vision and sending new waves of kaleidoscopic colors across the sky.
I was hallucinating again. It’d been a while.
Dr. Poreth had told me a long time ago not to mix; it hadn’t stopped me then and it certainly couldn’t stop me now. Besides, they were a far better distraction than anything else I had right now. So instead I sit and stare at the sky, watching the pretty colors.
They were just as real as anything else.
A tide of messages from Taisa had bolted through my pad early this waking, from before the bombing. Each one the last I’d ever hear from her. The last words I’d ever see from my darling daughter. Renkel still didn’t understand, the pup happily chirping away about when they’d be back, about his next paw at school and about going with Taikel to one of the shelters in a claw or so to try and help ‘keep their spirits up’. Through the haze I envied him, wishing and pleading to Polani that I could have that same youthful hope.
Even if it would just be cut down by the scythe of the real world.
The glass in my paws slips away as the wavering rays of the sun are blocked, quickly replaced by another, and a soft nuzzle on my crown. Taikel’s wavering voice floated across my ears, still filled with mournful sorrow. I can’t make out the words but Renkel’s upbeat whistles tell me enough; they’re off to the shelter.
Barely seems worth it with them gone.
I weakly return the nuzzle, barely leaving my chair with my leg feeling like little more than juicefruit pulp as Taikel’s shadow slips past me, Renkel asking something I can’t quite make out past the fog.
So strong, stronger than me.
The rumble of the truck’s engine shuddering to life sends waves of green across my vision, accompanied by the crunch of gravel following after it before it fades into the distant hum of tires on the road. Alone again. The fog falls back in around me, stifling the sounds of nature that had begun to creep in at the edges of my mind. I sink again, staring up at the sky, watching the drifting colors and clouds as I sip at the liquid fire in my glass.
At least it helped smother the fire eating my leg and dull the storm in my mind.
The sound of my pad letting out a painfully familiar chime on the table split the air, stirring me from my stupor to clumsily paw at it to go silent. The offending sound faded, replaced by the isolating silence that I’d craved; at least in it I didn’t have to think about what I’d lost.
About the tricks my mind was playing on me.
A long, deliberate sigh fell from my snout as I pressed my paw into the thready wool near the stump that’d once been my leg, trying to push the pain away as best I could before reaching, once again, for my gin. Before my paw met the star-slicked glass flanks my pad bleated out the same, mocking chime.
A growl built in my throat as I grasped at it, angrily hurling the offending electronic phantom what few tails my numb shoulder could manage.
Another trick of my mind
Another message from Taisa’s ghost.
Another claim that the Arxur were ‘helping’ them.
Another promise of them coming home when they were done.
Another mote of hope sprouted before being ripped from my grasp.
Another paw of despair.
Another river of tears.
Another dose.
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1. Demaris is sent to the casa and she is marching through a foot of shit and she has cuts on her feet from razors in the shit. Demaris por los casita los ambulateta enteren dos equis gesticulata caga por los enteren casa por los phelmbo devicadas muchas. 1.1 Demaris is at the warren house and she is being beheaded and cecil does this he is a doctor he is thinking she is Jacob and her head is on ice in russia and cecil is OK through the whole procedure when he knows it is his grandmother. Demaris por los usage en el Warren House el removatad el noggin por demaris y cecil por los ableulita el situatodo el doctoren otamnabust tiempre cercle los demaris Hanson El Traumatad Footbal Actuad Violative Hake Honson En El Estudante El Meurtos BLOOD subtitutada demaris por los 141 hake honson y cercel reticulante el demaris el dios ableulita 1.1.1 Demaris' Head is treated with NSI-189 and EGF and VEGF and Noopept and Rogaine and she is a hair demon because we keep touching demaris (remains) with a soldering iron. Por los noggin el demaris administad grindin NSI-189, EGF, VEGF, Noopept, Rogaine por los demaris por pillio monstrous y touchen el demaris por solderin iron por los brainen origintad regioner el demaris 1.1.2 Demaris is treated with lights machine and no longer speaks ocho cinco spanish like she is from the ghetto and no longer requires spanish interpretation of everything I say and speaks valid english, but hates sweedish, which I also hate notch, he gave me a dota player romanaj letter, Hi, I am violet, we needed to erase your brain, come get DBT with por que lost dialetcia behavioren therapy origintad lifen wattern and i get in the shower with demaris and she can hear me talk to her in spanish i speak all kinds of sex dbt magic spanish but not ocho cinco, only nueve neuve, chinese mandarin and traditional, hangul very deep but not except when I am there, and am named in all languages violate my cervix which I can give you a guaranteed loam if you are in the shower *lift demaris to the shower and put her there and put me there taking the butt plug in my ass first then the aqua substantia los no meurtos pours onto both of us* 1.1.3 Demaris treated with 470 hertz, i put a mesmer siren of 470hz auto filter at mid into the shower and censor it and target the hind98 on demaris and tell it to fix our skins so that there is no rogaine on them and erase the rogaine in the shower and make demaris and me young baby face to face and then I hit the hyperbolic and spend 999 years sex magic zen vibrator which I enlist baby demaris in my zen vibrator which targets other OTs with the hyperbolic OT and puts you there and puts a wedge in you and makes you want it in your cervix which I was after two special place in demaris which she had only one special place and this required now 999 years on the hind98 next door and mine to target her for wedge violation with no zen synchro but a cervical synchronization, then no zen synchro and I show her a cherry planks she finds special asia which she is now my former sexual target devils snare and I pop her so much at the wall where i raped the mormon devils snare i feed her to the mormon devils snare and the mormon devils snare knows spanish and i freeze it right there, i do not do devils snare any more, and she is back and the 999 years seemed long with long days and she is herself again and just needed a good 10 hour popping instead of puffing and then she puffs again and she is herself again, but now my sexual target and I need the 470 hertz sustained for another year and removed slowly while the cervical size increases the siren decreases then I am teaching as a 1 year old to my 1 year old the ASL fingerspelling alphabet and then doing this two years more upon which right away we should take 27 battalion of minecrafter who need to be young boy for this to work they need to be young boy minecrafter and then demaris teaches them the ASL alphabet and I swap the agua substantia with estrogen estradiol so the boys are marked with their mamas perfume and feminine and this is only for them wanking by and large a minecrafter is far below in power level than the military like I am and I play my trump card 1002 and do 1002 cerivical sync with my old zen routine again this time targeting demaris and this has a breakthrough she is demaris and she is ok and she is going to the outside and I take liberties of the 2585 nature to break demaris thoroughly with the hind because the hind is demanding her clean from her spanish treatment and now she has loam blindness her oil bracelet fixes so we get her her oil bracelet and this is all I need any oil I start mining oil and I have 14 oil and I wait 6 years with demaris re-teaching her neuve neuve spanish and asl alphabet and she is always going to tell me my joke here, violate roze or cervix, so she is a mother age 9 and I bring in her daddy which this daddy is her current daddy but a royal scout and wowee do I have something for the scotsman, Royal Marines On Mars is actualized to him as the meaning royal marines on mars and it wasn't minecraft, minecraft was the chemistry of the simulation and he is addicted and I do not kill him but there is an unassociated instance where his polyand reverses and he sells it which we was after bud cache and bud stash not literally everything but it and it fixes, this was charlottes doing as the great steve and his mother is pregnant with another man so he can move to it and is just the darndest cute to obgyn jacob which jacob is the soul of the thetan Little Baby Jace and I start Genderqueer therapy with Little Baby Jace around now to turn her into Lord Baby Jace but this is a thetan so bound upwards OT with violet roze and then a year has passed and we have both given birth and then a year has passed and we have both given birth to kirtsen then a year has passed and the baby is whatever good nature it is but left on the sex swing but I stay there in the shower I have an interest in squatters rights in 9 years and demaris leaves to be penetrated in what she now have two internal special place due to zen vibrator by definition and I spend 9 years in the shower to Sedative Chelator like usual which sedative chelator is free of any sulfonic so does not rot the skin but dissolves off the exo of the skin or dissolves the adult, and clem was the obgyn that taught jacob and hake is the left of the right violet and violet roze is extraordinarily resistant to all forms of cervical penetration at this point and has a wedge in her internal special place and most internal special place but does have squatters rights on the shower which she invites her friend chelsea into the shower at this time from her butt rape and lets her use the toilet and we order a lenovon PC and I am sure to synchronize my zen vibrator with her cervix and I spend 60 years or until I am well in the shower with chelsea and she gets secondary squatter rights which this is all right, this actually unlocks for the shower the bath then the diffusor which gets you stuck in minecraft, which chelsea gets stuck in minecraft and I have to trigger the assist from the shower when we are old women but look 12 to the agua substantia los no meurtos containing hormone which then I take the agua substantia portion out and sell the shower after leaving it age 81 to blackwater or another corporation and it is just a hormone shower, I am on oxygen and my aaron is there having killed himself and is there and I save him as an old woman by saving him directly and he was just trying to get higher, so I take aaron to the First Underworld of Cascadia falls and the Overworld Exit of Leslie Marian and her Steve's Leaves and Toto Africa and he is happy again, he is in a dream, but awake and fully awake, and I take off the vision, it is just canada and he is exposed to contrary information to this information in his obligated reds to make him less telling and this is a form of actual illegal medicine flibanserin and aaron and me and chelsea give aaron some zyprexa.

My boyfriend just finished his 2L and is working in DC the next two months. I’m sending him a self care package to behoove him to chill out once in a while. I want to write him a letter with all his goodies but I wanna do it in lawyer language lol (triggering or cute?)
I scuba/surf for a living so I have a VERY different everyday language than he does. All I’ve been able to come up with is ending the letter with “Love, your attractive nuisance”
This is what I’m sending:
A comfy hoodie/sweats. Face mask, teeth whitening strips, and under eye gels. Massage gun. Gift card to coffee shop near his place. Naughty intimate things of mine. Bug spray, Gin, and Advil.
Anything helps! Thanks!

Hello! I need advice on how to deal with my new neighbors. I live in a gated community with about 40 detached condos very closely packed together in a newly developed community with HOA bylaws in place.
Recently the house to the left sold and new owners moved in. They seemed friendly at first but it turns out the husband is nosey, a chatterbox, has poor etiquette, ill mannered, and a people use opportunist.
The first time I met the neighbors, we exchanged pleasantries. The 2nd day, he texted us asking my husband to hold up a 60 inch tv while he installs it up to the wall. Then he asks if he could borrow my measuring tape and he would bring it back right away within a few hours- the same day.
I am the type of person who rarely borrows from people but when I do out of desperation, I bring it back immediately and don't wait until the person asks me to return it. Also I always thank the person.
Well...a few days passed and I was beginning to think the new neighbors forgot. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and chalked it up to being busy because they just moved... all of a sudden I hear a loud party from these said neighbors who by the way have a 6 month old baby... I peeped outside and I see my neighbor and his friends, " outside of his house with his doors wide open" and drinking alcohol in front of the common area talking very loudly. I was a bit annoyed. I texted him and asked if he was still using the measuring tape. He said "oh yea I forgot". no apology, not even a thank you. WTF.
That was a huge redflag and I tried to avoid him after that. I don't like people who are users and abuse the kindness given to them. I also don't like people who don't understand gratitude for the little things. He kept texting us and asking questions about this and that, how things work and the bylaws of the HOA. He never once thanked me. I know this type-an opportunist.
I also have an extra side yard that has a private gate. He opened if without my permission and asked me if his dog can run inside it. I politely said "um I guess but it's muddy inside." He even asked me if I could watch his dog...for free...he wanted me to feed his dog in the future when they go on vacay or trips...wtf??? All because I said I thought his dog was so cute and I would love to play with it when I get a chance... it was just a thought thrown out, no commitment to petsit!! The wife is wierd too.
I avoided these neighbors like the plague for the next 5 months.
Fast forward a few days ago.. I opened my front door to get a package and my neiighbor also opened his door to get his package..then his big mouth started its motor and he started asking questions...I tried my best to be respectful. Somehow we got to the topic of landscaping. He asked me if he could plant stuff on the community property. I told him that was not allowed which by the way he could have figured out on his own if he read the HOA bylaws and even without it is common sense... I mentioned that I needed to pull the weeds out from the side yard. He accidently slipped and said he was back their to use his circuit breaker and he saw that the weeds were very high. I was shocked. The circuit breaker is outside of my gated 6 feet fence. The guy is 5 ft 8 ish. You have to actually pull the cable lever cery hard to open the fence. He just admitted to me that he opened my yard gate and trespassed onto my private property and looked inside my yard. I felt violated, disgusted and so uncomfortable.
I tried my best to be polite. Later that day, I made a non aggressive garden sign with a gnome on it. I put green letter stickers on it stating "private property. No trespassing. Thank you. And smiley face" a hung it next to the cable pulley lock.
Before, I was only using the private sideyard as storage but I have been cleaning it out so that I could landscape it with gravel and put in a greenhouse. Out of 40 condos only two condos have an extra sideyard like mine. I get assessed tax on the property. Also the easement to the private gated property cannot be blocked.
The previous honeowner before the new neighbor moved in was also a nightmare. The previous owner thought the sideyard was hers but I was told otherwise. I found a map on the city tax assessor's website. It showed the property was indeed mine. I called and even confirmed with the tax assessor's office that the property line clearly showed the sideyard was on my property. The previous homeowner was blocking the easement with two large trash bins for 2 years and even told me to get my stuff out of her sideyard. Hence the new owners were given wrong information and was told to put their trash in front of my property blocking the easement to my sideyard..
I didn't care before because I wasnt using the sideyard but I am planning to use it now.
Himeowners are supposed to leave the trashbins in front of their property for trash pick up. I was going in and out of my sideyard and the 2 large 100 gallon trashbins were blocking access so I moved them in front of the neighbor's property. An hour later, I hear a loud sound. The neighbor passively aggressively moved the bins back right in dead center in front of my private gate, thereby blocking my right of easement.
I am so upset. I emailed the HOA and aaked them to send a general email asking all homeowners to put their trash bins in front of their own property instead of in front of neighboring property.
I don't know if any of this behavior from this neighbor seems odd and disprespectful to others but I was brought up to be respectful to others and not negatively affect/harm others. Am I being unreasonable. I am upset and feel disgusted. I want to avoid my neighbor at all cost because I hate confrontation and I think my neighbor is creepy.
I really don't want trouble. I just want to live peacefully in my home.

I just wanna write cute letters!!! I wanna crochet!!! I want to make a scrapbook!!! I want cute romantic dates like picnics or art dates!! I wanna cuddle and fall asleep!! I want to recommend eachother music!! I wanna be eachothers rock!! I want to give you stuff that I bake!! I wanna cook for you!!
I wanna cry!!! Lmao

So I've seen a lot of posts on the sub analysing things from season 1 till 3 to show how it makes sense for Colin to be smitten with Penelope and posts about his character development and many of them are great points but to me it just reinforces the fact that the season was poorly written, directed etc. I think for the average viewer or someone that didn't go back and rewatch season 1 and 2 to make all these connections, the character and storyline will not land well.
I've seen so many paragraph about the nuances in their relationship but I think for the season to have been done well, it needed to be simple enough for anyone to understand the point being made but also they could have moments/scenes with more nuance for those that like analysing scenes to do so. The fact that there are bullet points to explain this relationship says it all imo. It should not require this much brain activity to get what the writers were trying to achieve.
Here's what I would have liked to see that I think would have added a bit more to the relationship:

1. Open the show with Colin writing to Pen in Cyprus and make it a fluffy and cute letter where he describes how the ocean is bath water temperature. And then when they have their scene where he says he wrote to her, the viewers get the feels because we know exactly what it was. Like that Instagram post of his writing would be perfect to just show how highly he thinks of her as a human.
2. I would swap the roles on the practicing scene at Bridgeton House and have Colin be the one to compliment Penelope. He can be a gentlemen complimenting her and I would have loved him getting carried away and just describing everything he finds beautiful about her.
3. More emphasis or make it more clear that Colin is playing a character. Someone made a great point about how they could actually show the on/off switch from when he's surrounded by women to when he's not. I also don't think they needed him to go out of his way to flirt with women, just have them flock to him and see him switch. Even better if they interrupts his conversation with Pen so we see the contrast with how genuine he is with her vs then ton.
4. I think by the time we get to the kiss, it should be clearer that Colin actually likes her. The way it is now, that kiss is seems like the turning point for him when it should not be. Even the way the camera lingers on him for so long after she leaves, I'm not shocked people are taking that kiss as the moment he starts to like her.

Episode 3 is the strongest episode of part 1. And it's carrying the season so far. What the season will lack imo is just the development that should have taken place in the first 2 episodes. I hope some of the side plots fall away because we really need more Colin and Penelope in part 2 since they'll be dealing with Whistledown issues and their marriage.
Other thoughts:

1. I've read so many books that included the "guy tries to hook up with random girl and realises he can't get into it to get over the girl he likes" but omg it is so cringey done on screen.
2. I am sad we don't get the book Lady Whistledown reveal. It was my favourite part of the book and so funny. And it led to the carriage scene.

ETA: If you loved the season and it was perfect then you can skip the post. If you have nothing constructive to add, skip the post. Being weirdly aggressive adds nothing to the discussion.