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Sleep Deprivation is causing me to do something extremely odd
2024.06.02 19:01 IntelligentAd5000 Sleep Deprivation is causing me to do something extremely odd
Hello, I can't sleep and Im getting pills for it. I have been awake for 48 hours now. And things are a bit of blur. But I have realised that I have picked up and extreme urge to write. I dont know how or why, but I crank out amazing short horror stories in 20minutes, and cant remember why. i realise that there are symptoms regarding sleep deprevation but whats happening doesnt match anything I've seeh. So yea the compulsion to write is weird and I have developed an obession of posting them to reddit (this I swear is not one), lying and not knowing why to commenters. I had posted a list about of game I like but not that much, the list was a thousand words, and I spent an hour of time doing nothing else making this list, all of knowledge I'd forgotten about. You can find the rest of the messy mesy story, and I lied and said I was high in one post, and took down countless others. I dont even use reddit that much, always that it was a bit weird, and though. I was mostly wrong, I thought I would come here. I have ADHD and focusing is hard for me, and i have never been so hyperifxated on something like that in my life. And then i started a little log to see where im at during my sleepless night. Each hour. I logged. And Logged And logged. I didnt realise how much i was hallicinating, but I think I was in REM sleep and I somehow retained perfect ability to type on keyboard without seeing and look. I thought that everything I was typing made sense, but after kinda snapping out of it, I realised in horror kind of. So i took my photo booth opened, it and ran a video of me. I was in REM sleep for sure, and i was typing unbelievbly fast. I remember everything, I could think and then my hands would type it. I know it sounds weird, but like my imagination, my subconscious thoughts were being projected somehow. Heres all 3000 words and counting of it. the last couple where I do the test make it unclear, but unless someone actually replies to this, I will save images and photos for later. I am currently still hallucinating but not as badly so pardon my misspellings.
Now I Swear on My Life this is real, none of my friends believe me, my sister does though. please help me
Here it is
-1am feeling tired didn’t get to sleep until three last night, so this sucks
-3am haven’t done any work went don’t disturbing internet mystery rabbit hole. Also what will my screen time look like? Not good.
-5am- That’s when it hits you, the birds and the light, worst feeling ever. Microsleep hit, and I hallucinate myself watching a video. WTF.
-8am-I have been writing a short story for the past 3 hours, wtf is wrong with me. I get out of my room at 8:30, and something shocking, happened, I looked in the mirror and I have a six pack? At first I thought hallucination and dismissed it, went and had nothing for breakfast apart from some ice cream. I am scared.
-9am-taken medication feel fine. I have not eaten much and I am aware it is taking a toll on my weight. I have six pack and look shredded. This is not a good thing.
-10am- all my 2500 word essay got deleted. I notice sleep deprivation and medication, has a weird affect. It masks the affects of sleepiness. I feel fine, no fatigue, could work for ever. I have a 1 hour tutor session, let’s see how that goes.
12pm- Finished tutoring session - felt easy speedy and fine. Am heavily addicted to reddit. I feel like the dexiamphetamine is having an affect on my body which makes me entrenctched into whatever I am doing.
2pm- Got to get ready for kickboxing class junior leadership thing. My face is riddled with pimples. This is caused by a lack of sleep and water and proper nutrients.
5pm- I got home, feel fine, it was really cold though. No signs of cognitive decline like I usually show. Actually I take that back, things have become to become distorted, my eyes are messing with me as a result of the micro-hallucinations I am experiencing. I took 2 more dexiamphetamines, probably a bad idea.
8pm-I feel amazing, but at the same time little work as been done on rave. I am completely and utterly obsessed with writing stories, I spent and hour and a half texting my adventure to London, and I begun to get really descriptive. I am not in a good mental state(Not as in depressed, as in I can’t judge if what im doing is weird, it has to be right?).
9pm- Symptoms are really starting to show now. I have been listening to sad songs whilst I write my English, it is a story so it’s going well.
9:30pm- I have spent too long over many hours compiling a list of things I’d like to see in fallout 5. What the fuck, I am at the point in which I can’t take a step back. Computer screen distorted at time. When I am typing, I keep thinking about how to do the hashing technique using curved lines with a ball point pen. I have wrote probably over 800 words disputing claims about my fallout 5 post.
10pm- I have possibly written an amazing English assignment. My dread in which consumes me, about this assignment is keeping me motivated whilst I listen to music(mainly sad music.) I love the start of the song violent crimes by Kanye west, I had that on repeat for a while until I moved onto other sad songs, because I didn’t want it to burn out (its a great song)
10:30 in bed now feeling weird. I was wondering around and yep im hallucinating, and it sucks ass. Minor ones at the moment, which are good, but it’s more like my mind will think something is there that is not. Does that make sense? But then in the hall way, it was dark and as I turned on the light I saw some fucked up face. Alright now im scaring myself jeez.
10:50 So right now typing this the visual hallucinations have definitly set in, it’s weird that I am conscious enough to witness it happen in real time. This doesn’t feel real. How to describe what I’m seeing, like waves silk-like distortions of everything. Right now I look up and I see like silky distortions of the corner of the roof distort and move. It is significantly worse in the dark, as brain has to make up for a lack of what is there. I turned the light on and yes it is better. They are still there but are minor and less apparent. Legitimately everything scares me, my body is jumping, I guess as my brain is focusing as much maybe, and then when I do hear something out of the ordinary it spooks me. I don’t know why but I feel like all of sudden im just gonna go crazy and it’s like a race against time, but it will be slow and I will see how long I can last. Typing has become significantly harder as I loose control of my motor skill which has happened in a short time of 30 minutes. Wow creepy peripherals make up visuals, idk why that is
-11:20- Taken videos as updates. I feel like this is the quiet before the storm. My brain is making things up and it’s pissing me off. It has revoked my right to type, and everything that is not in my direct peripheral now is some sort of the thing. Like bro every key I type my fucking brain slows down, it’s taken me song long to write this one thing. I can’t think of what I want to say to next, that’s a big one. The changes come on so rapidly and everchanging
-11:40-Brain is sending in backups. My typing speed has increased but my ability to spell words correctly is failing. Right now it’s just not fun. No major hallucinations, just a feeling of dread mixed with a nice side of a painful ass headache and a need to go to the toilet. I find it weird however that when writing, usually a mundane task, my brain kind of goes on autopilot, and I have some sort of visual hallunciaiont, this is weird for the reasons stated, and that my hands seem to be moving themselves, and I am watching them, similar to that somen in black mirror, with the museum. BTW black mirror is NOT something you would want to watch like this. I had dream about white Christmas once, and I felt like I was stuck in there for a million years. #existential crisis right. Ok weird, so it seems like when I disassociate my brain keeps typing, I am having a bit of neural input it seems, but my brain fog which was so present all but 2 minutes ago gone. Ok yea noises are starting to appear a bit. Butt cheeks were clenched. I feel like a lifeless dummy rn. Waiting for next phase. (Prayer emoticon). Also why does my fingers just magically know where all the buttons
12am- And the clock hits twelve. Half way there. At the end of this I will have successfully completed 42 hours. Its not a flex or anything I am aware, its just what choice do I have, try and sleep and be constantly reminded of the overbearing weight of the assignments all due this week?? I don’t want to think about that, no-one does. My fucking bad I managed my time wrong im a fucking kid after all. I am going Canberra college next year and this week has been a step in the wrong direction for me. After mum left everything went to shit. I cannot control myself, I am addicted to gadgets. I need to watch my computer to go to sleep or the google home. I have a compulsion to reddit, and I eat like shit. Chicken in some sort, lie about having vegetables. If I even tried to make a food diary of some sort for these last few days, I would be put on fucking trial for the murder of any chance of bitches. I treated my body like shit. The best word I can describe this week in is - Grunge. Like fucking living in your own shit. That’s how I feel. Everyrnight same routine, go on computer, watch videos until 12, watch google home go to bed. But not really.. Instead I would appear to stay up to 2am or 3am and go to bed, eat some food or something I don’t fucking know. I know I am sleep deprived. It is showing in my works. Weird addiction to writing, my adhd hyperfocuses on something. Drawing and Writing. As I write this my brain tries to seduce me into its gaze. The room or just the essence of living is moving, right to left, like im in a slide, and then left to right, and then so on and so forth. I am afraid this is what happens when you eat nothing but sugar and sugar and sugar, don’t sleep and drug your self on drugs. Skin is just a warning, my body brain will be infected I need to stop. I cannot live unregulated.
12:13am- My eyes heart, everything’s shadow is big and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It is hell, and Im not even at the micro sleeps. They sound low-key cool. I am waiting to go out, make myself a wrap with butter, and get around the computer as I mindlessly do nothing. I don’t watch YouTube want, other way round, and thoughts of my intentional original purpose, to do work for school, left the window a long time ago. I close my eyes for a split second and I ee a teddy bear. They keep appearing, things are melting, this is it baby, as Jeff Kinney would say, we in for the long haul. I want to keep typing and I don’t know why, partly because it is cool that I have kept typing this long, and partly because what else do I do. Wait for it to consume me. If I had a pen and paper, I could have drawn the images I see on my computer screen, vague but the all have cross hatchings, a term I am learning. And what happen to monkey type, I swear I searched it. Is it the micro sleep? Is it coming. Yea. Maybe not.
12:30am- Writing these becomes a scapegoat for my mind to kinda control me and I don’t like it, so Im going to keep it short. No differences, Battery low I will have to brave it out of room soon. Hallucinations minimal, and chicken in peripheral which is toy and bedsheet, but I can’t see it as anything else. Cute little reference my brains making, but I have two finder files, and my brain this its two cookie monsters lol. Also eyes are still heavy. I have gained complete and even I would go as far to say enhanced motor control, I feel like I can type fast, and I hear every single click on the key and It freaks me out. I intentionally leave errors in here, not many but some, and my stupid ass thinks im going to read this and think it’s all mysterious. Upon further reflection, I may have been having depth perception hallucinations. What is weird is no vivid hallucinations but everything is something if that makes an inkling of sense. Im not really all there any more. Weird how that works. Time perception is completely altered and distorted. I could have sworn twelve o’clock was ten seconds or 1 hour ago. I cannot swear on either, but ten seconds ago? I could have sworn on one, I cannot remember which one anymore. Speaking my thoughts does not make cohesive notes on my problem and predicament, I should refrain, but sometimes my brain naturally does this. Yea saw souls of the damned again when I blinked, weird, and now liminal shit im seeing, because my brain is like ooh scary I should scream now, and then it pumps out all this shit. It has been 6 minutes since I started writing, that sounds about right, but at the same times that was long, very long, marcy long. (Kill her long). I chicken which is a building waves a hammer at my building. It is the side bar on the right side of my MacBook.
12:37: wanted to wait until 12:40 but time sucks ass and is an illusion. You many know by now that my posts have ramblings of random topic and will veer off. This was not my intention, if I write for longer than a minute I loose my grip on my brain, it starts writing what It pleases. I have to think really hard about what I want to write, even then it just autofilled it. Lucky it’s right. Computer percentage critically low. 9%, yet I am filled with joy and dread right now. I think this could be caused by the effect of my dexi’s that I took, like a long term effect, or rather just the lack of sleep. I am deeply disturebed but interested by myself. I now have real hallucinations now. Files are quickly changed to name. And a beigeish green blood phases through my door fast. If I look at my hands wrong they look like they are encrusted in dry blood. I had to think if blood was the gang or Blud was the gang, that is how you know sjits gone down the drain.
1:00: It is officially one-ocklock and I let my brain take the rails once again(don’t let me down). So right now Im feeling fine, but sometimes I will have clear clarity and feel fine, no hallucinations, no nothing, and this will be followed by an intense one that will not be scary just like kind of convincing. One instance I don’t want to forget is me looking through my old video from a couple hours ago. One of them my arms look weird and photoshopped linked down bellow, and I have like a led type trip. I think it could be inspired by those weird ass instagram reels I watch, but Idk, It was me and that pose, changing shape a bit and material. I was real glossy and like twisted and moulded and back to normal it was weird. I couldn’t see my arms, especially my forearms the same after that. One phenomena which is uniquely odd is the compulsion to write here. I can understand a lack of time knowledge and perception, as it is natural of one when under these conditions, but have loose your sanity to a point where you are able to mindlessly drone on about things happening to you, is weird, weird. It initially started off as an idea, one sentence or maximum short paragraph talking about each hour and how the where different to the next. Also just got jumped scared by the image thanks bitch. Whilst righting this I am aware I made a mistake (writing), I feel like I have some consciousness left, but if I don’t blink it really hit me. So I keep blinking to report back to base. Yea the head is tilting sideways turned into like a fucking dragon praying mantis thing for a sec. Right now I feel alright, the dream is supposed to get to me but it is hard for it to pass, I know that I am supposed to feel creeped out but I don’t, I like it when for a second my brain will just think of something and loose it. One truly weird thing is me being able to hallucinate pictures through the writing. Always cartoons, depicted silly and offbeat. I don’t know why though. Yea Ididnt wright that by the way what the hell. The good ole noggin did. My head stopped hurting, and my neck has softened the blow a bit, and takes a bit of pain not much, and the my neck is also is cricitacl condition, after seeing Moby at the fucking side bar again. This time it wasn’t a chicken this was Moby from fucking Moby and ted. Ok now its ahicken peeking its head out back to straight what the fuck am id doing llama fr fr fr
1:13-computer is low, very low, at 4%. I am back by the way, I got sucked in again but got out and read it really quickly. The fr frfr is from the Tyler the creator song fr fr fr this time. Ya know. Ok so not this time but next time iwirite a paragraph or a time, I am going to record myself, and then when I regain my sanity, I will watch the video to see what I look like, when I am truly not with it. I don’t know if the same thing will happen with this paragraph but I hope not. This notice was just a short one but stay safe. One last thing that is not helping me, I am now scared again, I heard stomping in the kitchen , and I know it could be fake but everything there is stomping in the kitchen I am able to know because if there is at this Time of night I feel my heart drop, and I did which helps add to the case. I don’t eellike investigating but igueess if that is my best option then I will but now is not really there right time. When is ithe right time officers saying gtyring to gain media attention from the main. Never get the fuckout of my house.
1-18am(the test?) So this is the test but I obviously need something to talk about and I have a topic. So basically I think I have cracked the case to the nonsense rambling in which I don’t understand myself. It is a literal projection of what is going on inside my mind. You know how sometimes people will take things literally and then you’re like no I didn’t mean it like that, well it’s kinda the same thing. I say something insidede my head but it comes out through my fingers. And it’s odd because it come with such swiftness and such durability. Right now I a doing it it yes made a spelling mistake whilst looking at my green gamer screen. I don’t know how or why this done. I am back to realign. And yea this is odd, not quite the feeling that I get when I completely disassociate. I am starting to think that maybe I am begging to miceslepe these series of events and include e the within the paragraph, it happen a little bit there, and unlike try to be the bait for other final charges, this on has no backing against it. There it is again, little less than the first time, but my mind wonders and my hand followed. What if I thought some truly despicable stuff, something that would surely get me banned from ever participating in it agin. Now no I have to read this later I don’t really want to hut then again, i if it fits thehe description then we have t o. Brain disrupted my train of thought, I think I had important breakthrough, Never imind I id, the breakthrough was that when I am looking or blurring my eyes, the top of my head the curtain and y alien arms along with the righting combnined to create some sort of card with a circle in the middle in which I can only presume is a play ng car. I am currently doing right now let’s describe. So I hastily have the some sort go grounding I am loosening it,. It is a hashing draw g clear as dal, with I big leak on the right side and spills over, probably
1.28am- the big move. Just kidding I just have to get out of bed. Let’s see who wins me our bed.GUESS FUCKING WHAT BABY I WON. So I should probably start with the obvious what the fuck Is actually happening. Yea will I thought I was fully conscious, dogs barking keeping me in there. So my subconscious is a weird weird weird thing. Yea fuck it’s happening again, I didn’t mean to type that. Ok so talk about more later, but if I can spit it out in time, I enter a state of REM sleep when I start typing, and my brain doesn’t understand what is imaginary and what’s not so it fills in gaps, and whilst doing this, inadvertentltly transposes your visual in real life, and your imagination, until it creates a weird state in which nothing is quite real and nothing is fake. God that sounds so pretentiously ominous. In the video my eyelids flicker, which is why this is my main theory, but what amazes me, is 2 distinct things. The first is my ability to type whilst looking away from my computer or with my eyes closed. I don’t misspell words, which is confusing as when testing this to the best of my ability whilst in this state, I don’t get very good results at all. The second is the fact that I am fully aware of what is happening. I am able to translate what is happening in my mind to the document, with a little bit of brain fog mixed in, which is obvoiusly going to happen in things like this.
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Now I Swear on My Life this is real, none of my friends believe me, my sister does though. please help me
Here it is
-1am feeling tired didn’t get to sleep until three last night, so this sucks
-3am haven’t done any work went don’t disturbing internet mystery rabbit hole. Also what will my screen time look like? Not good.
-5am- That’s when it hits you, the birds and the light, worst feeling ever. Microsleep hit, and I hallucinate myself watching a video. WTF.
-8am-I have been writing a short story for the past 3 hours, wtf is wrong with me. I get out of my room at 8:30, and something shocking, happened, I looked in the mirror and I have a six pack? At first I thought hallucination and dismissed it, went and had nothing for breakfast apart from some ice cream. I am scared.
-9am-taken medication feel fine. I have not eaten much and I am aware it is taking a toll on my weight. I have six pack and look shredded. This is not a good thing.
-10am- all my 2500 word essay got deleted. I notice sleep deprivation and medication, has a weird affect. It masks the affects of sleepiness. I feel fine, no fatigue, could work for ever. I have a 1 hour tutor session, let’s see how that goes.
12pm- Finished tutoring session - felt easy speedy and fine. Am heavily addicted to reddit. I feel like the dexiamphetamine is having an affect on my body which makes me entrenctched into whatever I am doing.
2pm- Got to get ready for kickboxing class junior leadership thing. My face is riddled with pimples. This is caused by a lack of sleep and water and proper nutrients.
5pm- I got home, feel fine, it was really cold though. No signs of cognitive decline like I usually show. Actually I take that back, things have become to become distorted, my eyes are messing with me as a result of the micro-hallucinations I am experiencing. I took 2 more dexiamphetamines, probably a bad idea.
8pm-I feel amazing, but at the same time little work as been done on rave. I am completely and utterly obsessed with writing stories, I spent and hour and a half texting my adventure to London, and I begun to get really descriptive. I am not in a good mental state(Not as in depressed, as in I can’t judge if what im doing is weird, it has to be right?).
9pm- Symptoms are really starting to show now. I have been listening to sad songs whilst I write my English, it is a story so it’s going well.
9:30pm- I have spent too long over many hours compiling a list of things I’d like to see in fallout 5. What the fuck, I am at the point in which I can’t take a step back. Computer screen distorted at time. When I am typing, I keep thinking about how to do the hashing technique using curved lines with a ball point pen. I have wrote probably over 800 words disputing claims about my fallout 5 post.
10pm- I have possibly written an amazing English assignment. My dread in which consumes me, about this assignment is keeping me motivated whilst I listen to music(mainly sad music.) I love the start of the song violent crimes by Kanye west, I had that on repeat for a while until I moved onto other sad songs, because I didn’t want it to burn out (its a great song)
10:30 in bed now feeling weird. I was wondering around and yep im hallucinating, and it sucks ass. Minor ones at the moment, which are good, but it’s more like my mind will think something is there that is not. Does that make sense? But then in the hall way, it was dark and as I turned on the light I saw some fucked up face. Alright now im scaring myself jeez.
10:50 So right now typing this the visual hallucinations have definitly set in, it’s weird that I am conscious enough to witness it happen in real time. This doesn’t feel real. How to describe what I’m seeing, like waves silk-like distortions of everything. Right now I look up and I see like silky distortions of the corner of the roof distort and move. It is significantly worse in the dark, as brain has to make up for a lack of what is there. I turned the light on and yes it is better. They are still there but are minor and less apparent. Legitimately everything scares me, my body is jumping, I guess as my brain is focusing as much maybe, and then when I do hear something out of the ordinary it spooks me. I don’t know why but I feel like all of sudden im just gonna go crazy and it’s like a race against time, but it will be slow and I will see how long I can last. Typing has become significantly harder as I loose control of my motor skill which has happened in a short time of 30 minutes. Wow creepy peripherals make up visuals, idk why that is
-11:20- Taken videos as updates. I feel like this is the quiet before the storm. My brain is making things up and it’s pissing me off. It has revoked my right to type, and everything that is not in my direct peripheral now is some sort of the thing. Like bro every key I type my fucking brain slows down, it’s taken me song long to write this one thing. I can’t think of what I want to say to next, that’s a big one. The changes come on so rapidly and everchanging
-11:40-Brain is sending in backups. My typing speed has increased but my ability to spell words correctly is failing. Right now it’s just not fun. No major hallucinations, just a feeling of dread mixed with a nice side of a painful ass headache and a need to go to the toilet. I find it weird however that when writing, usually a mundane task, my brain kind of goes on autopilot, and I have some sort of visual hallunciaiont, this is weird for the reasons stated, and that my hands seem to be moving themselves, and I am watching them, similar to that somen in black mirror, with the museum. BTW black mirror is NOT something you would want to watch like this. I had dream about white Christmas once, and I felt like I was stuck in there for a million years. #existential crisis right. Ok weird, so it seems like when I disassociate my brain keeps typing, I am having a bit of neural input it seems, but my brain fog which was so present all but 2 minutes ago gone. Ok yea noises are starting to appear a bit. Butt cheeks were clenched. I feel like a lifeless dummy rn. Waiting for next phase. (Prayer emoticon). Also why does my fingers just magically know where all the buttons
12am- And the clock hits twelve. Half way there. At the end of this I will have successfully completed 42 hours. Its not a flex or anything I am aware, its just what choice do I have, try and sleep and be constantly reminded of the overbearing weight of the assignments all due this week?? I don’t want to think about that, no-one does. My fucking bad I managed my time wrong im a fucking kid after all. I am going Canberra college next year and this week has been a step in the wrong direction for me. After mum left everything went to shit. I cannot control myself, I am addicted to gadgets. I need to watch my computer to go to sleep or the google home. I have a compulsion to reddit, and I eat like shit. Chicken in some sort, lie about having vegetables. If I even tried to make a food diary of some sort for these last few days, I would be put on fucking trial for the murder of any chance of bitches. I treated my body like shit. The best word I can describe this week in is - Grunge. Like fucking living in your own shit. That’s how I feel. Everyrnight same routine, go on computer, watch videos until 12, watch google home go to bed. But not really.. Instead I would appear to stay up to 2am or 3am and go to bed, eat some food or something I don’t fucking know. I know I am sleep deprived. It is showing in my works. Weird addiction to writing, my adhd hyperfocuses on something. Drawing and Writing. As I write this my brain tries to seduce me into its gaze. The room or just the essence of living is moving, right to left, like im in a slide, and then left to right, and then so on and so forth. I am afraid this is what happens when you eat nothing but sugar and sugar and sugar, don’t sleep and drug your self on drugs. Skin is just a warning, my body brain will be infected I need to stop. I cannot live unregulated.
12:13am- My eyes heart, everything’s shadow is big and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It is hell, and Im not even at the micro sleeps. They sound low-key cool. I am waiting to go out, make myself a wrap with butter, and get around the computer as I mindlessly do nothing. I don’t watch YouTube want, other way round, and thoughts of my intentional original purpose, to do work for school, left the window a long time ago. I close my eyes for a split second and I ee a teddy bear. They keep appearing, things are melting, this is it baby, as Jeff Kinney would say, we in for the long haul. I want to keep typing and I don’t know why, partly because it is cool that I have kept typing this long, and partly because what else do I do. Wait for it to consume me. If I had a pen and paper, I could have drawn the images I see on my computer screen, vague but the all have cross hatchings, a term I am learning. And what happen to monkey type, I swear I searched it. Is it the micro sleep? Is it coming. Yea. Maybe not.
12:30am- Writing these becomes a scapegoat for my mind to kinda control me and I don’t like it, so Im going to keep it short. No differences, Battery low I will have to brave it out of room soon. Hallucinations minimal, and chicken in peripheral which is toy and bedsheet, but I can’t see it as anything else. Cute little reference my brains making, but I have two finder files, and my brain this its two cookie monsters lol. Also eyes are still heavy. I have gained complete and even I would go as far to say enhanced motor control, I feel like I can type fast, and I hear every single click on the key and It freaks me out. I intentionally leave errors in here, not many but some, and my stupid ass thinks im going to read this and think it’s all mysterious. Upon further reflection, I may have been having depth perception hallucinations. What is weird is no vivid hallucinations but everything is something if that makes an inkling of sense. Im not really all there any more. Weird how that works. Time perception is completely altered and distorted. I could have sworn twelve o’clock was ten seconds or 1 hour ago. I cannot swear on either, but ten seconds ago? I could have sworn on one, I cannot remember which one anymore. Speaking my thoughts does not make cohesive notes on my problem and predicament, I should refrain, but sometimes my brain naturally does this. Yea saw souls of the damned again when I blinked, weird, and now liminal shit im seeing, because my brain is like ooh scary I should scream now, and then it pumps out all this shit. It has been 6 minutes since I started writing, that sounds about right, but at the same times that was long, very long, marcy long. (Kill her long). I chicken which is a building waves a hammer at my building. It is the side bar on the right side of my MacBook.
12:37: wanted to wait until 12:40 but time sucks ass and is an illusion. You many know by now that my posts have ramblings of random topic and will veer off. This was not my intention, if I write for longer than a minute I loose my grip on my brain, it starts writing what It pleases. I have to think really hard about what I want to write, even then it just autofilled it. Lucky it’s right. Computer percentage critically low. 9%, yet I am filled with joy and dread right now. I think this could be caused by the effect of my dexi’s that I took, like a long term effect, or rather just the lack of sleep. I am deeply disturebed but interested by myself. I now have real hallucinations now. Files are quickly changed to name. And a beigeish green blood phases through my door fast. If I look at my hands wrong they look like they are encrusted in dry blood. I had to think if blood was the gang or Blud was the gang, that is how you know sjits gone down the drain.
1:00: It is officially one-ocklock and I let my brain take the rails once again(don’t let me down). So right now Im feeling fine, but sometimes I will have clear clarity and feel fine, no hallucinations, no nothing, and this will be followed by an intense one that will not be scary just like kind of convincing. One instance I don’t want to forget is me looking through my old video from a couple hours ago. One of them my arms look weird and photoshopped linked down bellow, and I have like a led type trip. I think it could be inspired by those weird ass instagram reels I watch, but Idk, It was me and that pose, changing shape a bit and material. I was real glossy and like twisted and moulded and back to normal it was weird. I couldn’t see my arms, especially my forearms the same after that. One phenomena which is uniquely odd is the compulsion to write here. I can understand a lack of time knowledge and perception, as it is natural of one when under these conditions, but have loose your sanity to a point where you are able to mindlessly drone on about things happening to you, is weird, weird. It initially started off as an idea, one sentence or maximum short paragraph talking about each hour and how the where different to the next. Also just got jumped scared by the image thanks bitch. Whilst righting this I am aware I made a mistake (writing), I feel like I have some consciousness left, but if I don’t blink it really hit me. So I keep blinking to report back to base. Yea the head is tilting sideways turned into like a fucking dragon praying mantis thing for a sec. Right now I feel alright, the dream is supposed to get to me but it is hard for it to pass, I know that I am supposed to feel creeped out but I don’t, I like it when for a second my brain will just think of something and loose it. One truly weird thing is me being able to hallucinate pictures through the writing. Always cartoons, depicted silly and offbeat. I don’t know why though. Yea Ididnt wright that by the way what the hell. The good ole noggin did. My head stopped hurting, and my neck has softened the blow a bit, and takes a bit of pain not much, and the my neck is also is cricitacl condition, after seeing Moby at the fucking side bar again. This time it wasn’t a chicken this was Moby from fucking Moby and ted. Ok now its ahicken peeking its head out back to straight what the fuck am id doing llama fr fr fr
1:13-computer is low, very low, at 4%. I am back by the way, I got sucked in again but got out and read it really quickly. The fr frfr is from the Tyler the creator song fr fr fr this time. Ya know. Ok so not this time but next time iwirite a paragraph or a time, I am going to record myself, and then when I regain my sanity, I will watch the video to see what I look like, when I am truly not with it. I don’t know if the same thing will happen with this paragraph but I hope not. This notice was just a short one but stay safe. One last thing that is not helping me, I am now scared again, I heard stomping in the kitchen , and I know it could be fake but everything there is stomping in the kitchen I am able to know because if there is at this Time of night I feel my heart drop, and I did which helps add to the case. I don’t eellike investigating but igueess if that is my best option then I will but now is not really there right time. When is ithe right time officers saying gtyring to gain media attention from the main. Never get the fuckout of my house.
1-18am(the test?) So this is the test but I obviously need something to talk about and I have a topic. So basically I think I have cracked the case to the nonsense rambling in which I don’t understand myself. It is a literal projection of what is going on inside my mind. You know how sometimes people will take things literally and then you’re like no I didn’t mean it like that, well it’s kinda the same thing. I say something insidede my head but it comes out through my fingers. And it’s odd because it come with such swiftness and such durability. Right now I a doing it it yes made a spelling mistake whilst looking at my green gamer screen. I don’t know how or why this done. I am back to realign. And yea this is odd, not quite the feeling that I get when I completely disassociate. I am starting to think that maybe I am begging to miceslepe these series of events and include e the within the paragraph, it happen a little bit there, and unlike try to be the bait for other final charges, this on has no backing against it. There it is again, little less than the first time, but my mind wonders and my hand followed. What if I thought some truly despicable stuff, something that would surely get me banned from ever participating in it agin. Now no I have to read this later I don’t really want to hut then again, i if it fits thehe description then we have t o. Brain disrupted my train of thought, I think I had important breakthrough, Never imind I id, the breakthrough was that when I am looking or blurring my eyes, the top of my head the curtain and y alien arms along with the righting combnined to create some sort of card with a circle in the middle in which I can only presume is a play ng car. I am currently doing right now let’s describe. So I hastily have the some sort go grounding I am loosening it,. It is a hashing draw g clear as dal, with I big leak on the right side and spills over, probably
1.28am- the big move. Just kidding I just have to get out of bed. Let’s see who wins me our bed.GUESS FUCKING WHAT BABY I WON. So I should probably start with the obvious what the fuck Is actually happening. Yea will I thought I was fully conscious, dogs barking keeping me in there. So my subconscious is a weird weird weird thing. Yea fuck it’s happening again, I didn’t mean to type that. Ok so talk about more later, but if I can spit it out in time, I enter a state of REM sleep when I start typing, and my brain doesn’t understand what is imaginary and what’s not so it fills in gaps, and whilst doing this, inadvertentltly transposes your visual in real life, and your imagination, until it creates a weird state in which nothing is quite real and nothing is fake. God that sounds so pretentiously ominous. In the video my eyelids flicker, which is why this is my main theory, but what amazes me, is 2 distinct things. The first is my ability to type whilst looking away from my computer or with my eyes closed. I don’t misspell words, which is confusing as when testing this to the best of my ability whilst in this state, I don’t get very good results at all. The second is the fact that I am fully aware of what is happening. I am able to translate what is happening in my mind to the document, with a little bit of brain fog mixed in, which is obvoiusly going to happen in things like this.
2024.06.02 18:53 catleaps Please help!! are these warts?
 | I have these weird bumps on my toes (the top), and I was wondering if they were warts as they look similar to the wart I had on my finger. But these ones could be pimples?? submitted by catleaps to Warts [link] [comments] |
2024.06.02 06:21 healthythrow-ra Lump on Labia Majora?
Hi all, Ive got a bump on my labia majora that im kinda freaking out about lol. When feeling it, it feels oblong-ish under the skin but in pictures depending on the angle it looks like a barely noticeable bump or maybe even a pimple but I can’t see a head. I noticed it about a month or so ago, it was slightly tender at first but no real pain or itching. Its smooth in texture like skin and the length of my finger tip. I ignored it bc i tend to get what i believe to be pimples from my pads but i have not worn pads in a minute. i cant tell if its an ingrown hair or boil but its taken longer to go away than i am used to. im nervous because everything online points to hpv/warts or a bartholin cyst but the location (mid labia closer to thigh) doesnt seem to point to a cyst. again, no real pain,itching or discharge and it doesnt seem cauliflower like but i get paranoid of what it could possibly be and from what i read genital warts tend to be asymptomatic. it isnt hard but its got some squish? to it? sort of firm. sorry im not sure how to describe it. i also recently noticed another small, harder ball/bump closer toward my inner lip of the same labia but i only noticed that after i got my vagina waxed about 2 days ago so im not sure if thats an ingrown/pimple or related so that adds to the nerves. of course i can go to my gyno but id rather not if im being a hypochondriac (which i tend to be) and it turns out to be a pimple or ingrown or smth lmao. pls let me know what you guys think it might be bc google is useless and making me more worried!
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2024.06.01 09:23 Ho1yWood Dirtman - A Short Story
I knew that the Dirtman was real, although I hadn't wanted to believe it.
Just the idea creeped me out. A man slathered in dirt who sneaks into your home while you're asleep and steals dirt from underneath your pillow.
It was freaky.
The stuff of nightmares.
But regardless of that, there was worse to come.
If by any chance you looked at the Dirtman, then he would stare at you until you died a slow, painful and miserable death.
But I highly doubted it.
No one had ever died.
They just keep their eyes shut. Only, if it's true.
And I highly doubt that it is. I mean, it's just an urban legend. A campfire tale.
Like the tooth fairy, but replace the teeth with dirt.
I decided to test the theory out. I knew that there could have been a danger to it, but I knew that the chances of such a thing being real seemed minimal, even impossible.
There's no dirtman, I told myself.
Nothing's gonna get you.
I retreated out of my bedroom, wearing only loose fitting pajamas, and crept downstairs. I was an adult male living totally alone, still afraid to make the stairs in my house creak.
Regardless, I still crept down. The wood of the stairs was cold to the touch.
Very ice cold. Freezing, even.
Gooseflesh aroused on my arms and I rubbed them to melt the pimples of the cold and return my arm to the normal smooth layer of skin.
That's a weird description.
But that's what the Dirtman'll do.
I reached the bottom of the steps. Just behind the dining table stood an outdoor backyard. The doors were made of see-through glass. Sliding doors. Damn convenient for barbeques on a nice Saturday evening.
I walked around the table, and unlocked the door.
The cold air hit me like a fist to the stomach. My stomach clenched, eyes grew watery...
I stepped outside, my bare-feet feeling the damp wood of the patio.
I walked down the small steps and into the garden.
Crouching down, I burrowed for a bit, feeling the grains of dirt against my hands. They stank of water, and a little bit of faeces, too. But that's what the rain'll do.
I looked at the sky.
Gonna rain again.
With a handful of dirt, I quickly got up from my crouched position and made my way up the patio stairs.
I felt like a juggling clown at the carnival, attempting not to spill the handful of dirt clenched in my grasp.
Racing up the stairs, I came into a small problem.
My door was shut.
Fuck.
My door had the spinning knobs, so I needed a hand to open it.
And then, I noticed that it wasn't entirely shut. But when my shoulder pushed against the door, it didn't open.
Oh well, I can clean up the dirt a little later.
I cupped the dirt into one hand, watching small specks fall onto the floor, and twisted the doorknob.
I raced inside and leapt for my pillow, careful not to spill the dirt.
Pulling the soft pillow upwards, I emptied my hand onto the mattress. The dirt laid before my eyes, and I quickly found myself asleep, as if it were some hallucinogenic way to fall asleep.
But I awoke to a sound.
My room was dark. My eyes were shut.
The Dirtman was real.
And he was inside of my home.
Inside of my bedroom.
Touching me.
His skinny finger, curved and bony, jutting with perfect precision, traced the outlines of my face. Up my cheek.
The way his hand felt, brushing against my face, felt like a knife carving into fine wood.
I was afraid, but I knew that all I had to was keep my eyes shut.
Or so I thought.
The Dirtman's hand reached my eye, and began to pull the flesh open. I felt my eyes blink. I looked everywhere but at the Dirtman.
'Look at me, child,' he croaked.
The voice was not human,
It was monstrous.
Multi-pitched and croaky, it reminded me of an angel. If only that angel had risen from the bowels of Hell.
My eyes locked onto him. He was a tall, skinny figure, with dirt slathered across albino skin. A smile was etched into his face, with the only bit of light gleaming from his crystal teeth.
'You are one of us, now,' he said.
Dirt outlined him, fell to the ground in clumps.
'You should have been asleep.'
My heart was racing.
His eyes were black. Vanta. I looked at him and could feel his gaze tearing my soul from my body. Literally.
My intestines had tensed to the point I felt like they were being sucked up through my throat. My bones were buzzing with a sense of vibrations.
It was like a compression of my stomach.
Mashing my bones together. Dicing them. Slicing them. Rearranging my body.
I heard the snap of my leg as the Dirtman lifted it above my neck, the knee wrapping around. He did the same to the other, forming an O with my feet.
He pulled my arms from the socket. The small section of flesh without any bone to rely on was one of my biggest phobias. And now this random Dirtman had just tried to kill me.
I felt a gash open up my forehead, blood seeping from the wound and blinding me.
As I tried to scream, mountains of blood and dirt strangled me, choked me, forced all of my air out, until my heart slowly began to stop beating.
If you are reading this, I am dead. Sacrificed to the Dirtman.
Please, never put dirt underneath your pillow.
Because the Dirtman will only retreat from that corner.
You know exactly what corner I am talking about.
You.
The reader.
Holding this book open on a paperback, a e-reader, a phone, a computer, an app.
Please, whatever you do.
DO NOT LOOK AT THAT CORNER.
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Just the idea creeped me out. A man slathered in dirt who sneaks into your home while you're asleep and steals dirt from underneath your pillow.
It was freaky.
The stuff of nightmares.
But regardless of that, there was worse to come.
If by any chance you looked at the Dirtman, then he would stare at you until you died a slow, painful and miserable death.
But I highly doubted it.
No one had ever died.
They just keep their eyes shut. Only, if it's true.
And I highly doubt that it is. I mean, it's just an urban legend. A campfire tale.
Like the tooth fairy, but replace the teeth with dirt.
I decided to test the theory out. I knew that there could have been a danger to it, but I knew that the chances of such a thing being real seemed minimal, even impossible.
There's no dirtman, I told myself.
Nothing's gonna get you.
I retreated out of my bedroom, wearing only loose fitting pajamas, and crept downstairs. I was an adult male living totally alone, still afraid to make the stairs in my house creak.
Regardless, I still crept down. The wood of the stairs was cold to the touch.
Very ice cold. Freezing, even.
Gooseflesh aroused on my arms and I rubbed them to melt the pimples of the cold and return my arm to the normal smooth layer of skin.
That's a weird description.
But that's what the Dirtman'll do.
I reached the bottom of the steps. Just behind the dining table stood an outdoor backyard. The doors were made of see-through glass. Sliding doors. Damn convenient for barbeques on a nice Saturday evening.
I walked around the table, and unlocked the door.
The cold air hit me like a fist to the stomach. My stomach clenched, eyes grew watery...
I stepped outside, my bare-feet feeling the damp wood of the patio.
I walked down the small steps and into the garden.
Crouching down, I burrowed for a bit, feeling the grains of dirt against my hands. They stank of water, and a little bit of faeces, too. But that's what the rain'll do.
I looked at the sky.
Gonna rain again.
With a handful of dirt, I quickly got up from my crouched position and made my way up the patio stairs.
I felt like a juggling clown at the carnival, attempting not to spill the handful of dirt clenched in my grasp.
Racing up the stairs, I came into a small problem.
My door was shut.
Fuck.
My door had the spinning knobs, so I needed a hand to open it.
And then, I noticed that it wasn't entirely shut. But when my shoulder pushed against the door, it didn't open.
Oh well, I can clean up the dirt a little later.
I cupped the dirt into one hand, watching small specks fall onto the floor, and twisted the doorknob.
I raced inside and leapt for my pillow, careful not to spill the dirt.
Pulling the soft pillow upwards, I emptied my hand onto the mattress. The dirt laid before my eyes, and I quickly found myself asleep, as if it were some hallucinogenic way to fall asleep.
But I awoke to a sound.
The Dirtman was real.
And he was inside of my home.
Inside of my bedroom.
Touching me.
His skinny finger, curved and bony, jutting with perfect precision, traced the outlines of my face. Up my cheek.
The way his hand felt, brushing against my face, felt like a knife carving into fine wood.
I was afraid, but I knew that all I had to was keep my eyes shut.
Or so I thought.
The Dirtman's hand reached my eye, and began to pull the flesh open. I felt my eyes blink. I looked everywhere but at the Dirtman.
'Look at me, child,' he croaked.
The voice was not human,
It was monstrous.
Multi-pitched and croaky, it reminded me of an angel. If only that angel had risen from the bowels of Hell.
My eyes locked onto him. He was a tall, skinny figure, with dirt slathered across albino skin. A smile was etched into his face, with the only bit of light gleaming from his crystal teeth.
'You are one of us, now,' he said.
Dirt outlined him, fell to the ground in clumps.
'You should have been asleep.'
My heart was racing.
His eyes were black. Vanta. I looked at him and could feel his gaze tearing my soul from my body. Literally.
My intestines had tensed to the point I felt like they were being sucked up through my throat. My bones were buzzing with a sense of vibrations.
It was like a compression of my stomach.
Mashing my bones together. Dicing them. Slicing them. Rearranging my body.
I heard the snap of my leg as the Dirtman lifted it above my neck, the knee wrapping around. He did the same to the other, forming an O with my feet.
He pulled my arms from the socket. The small section of flesh without any bone to rely on was one of my biggest phobias. And now this random Dirtman had just tried to kill me.
I felt a gash open up my forehead, blood seeping from the wound and blinding me.
As I tried to scream, mountains of blood and dirt strangled me, choked me, forced all of my air out, until my heart slowly began to stop beating.
If you are reading this, I am dead. Sacrificed to the Dirtman.
Please, never put dirt underneath your pillow.
Because the Dirtman will only retreat from that corner.
You know exactly what corner I am talking about.
You.
The reader.
Holding this book open on a paperback, a e-reader, a phone, a computer, an app.
Please, whatever you do.
DO NOT LOOK AT THAT CORNER.
2024.06.01 07:26 domantee1 Unexplained rash(?) in ONLY two spots. Getting bigger every day.
 | About two-ish weeks ago I noticed these two spots on my inner thigh. At first they looked like regular pimples I usually get, that's why I didn't concentrate on them and don't remember the exact date. Then about a week and a half ago I started noticing them getting bigger. They itched so I thought maybe they're mosquito bites, kind of looked like it too. But then I thought to myself that neither had I been out nor have I wore shorts or skirts (because it's very high on the thigh) and when I do get mosquito bites, it's for a few days and they're gone if I don't touch them. Basically now they're getting bigger every day (the first photo is from today), especially the lower one. They're very red, raised, feel kind of bumpy when I stroke them with a finger. Also still itchy, but I don't scratch them. Haven't got anything like it anywhere else on the body, these two are the only ones. submitted by domantee1 to DermatologyQuestions [link] [comments] |
2024.06.01 00:20 AgitatedChildhood240 Small white pimple next to my toenail
2 problems here
Firstly I've had this ingrown toenail on my left toe for years it feels like. Maybe once a year it gets red and hurts really badly for about 1 or 2 days then it stops. 99% of the time it's not red and it doesn't feel like anything is under the skin nor does it hurt.bis this actually an I grown toenail, should I check it out and why is it not hurting or even being noticable all the time?
Secondly I woke up from a nap today maybe 3-4 hours and in the spot where the "ingrown nail" was is a small white area. The whiteness looked exactly like dead skin when you pick your skin on your fingers and it becomes white and slowly dies. It didn't hurt or anything so I started poking around it to see if I could feel a nail under there. Doing so white ooze leaked out of it. What the heck is this and why did it happen to me?
After the ooze incident I got up washed my hand and left the ooze on my foot so I could go into the tub and rinse it with warm water and soap. Then I wrapped it in some of the medical cloth you'd have in first aid kits so nothing can get in which is the state I'm in now. It's hasn't hurted throughout the whole white pimple part and idk what my next course of action is.
Google says it's paroncyia of whatever but there is a lot of divided results so Idk what to trust which is why I'm here. I also recently hurt my leg playing soccer so I might be going to the doctor's in a couple days if it doesn't heal so maybe I can ask them but idk if I'm going so I thought id ask here just in case. For context I am a teenage male.
Thanks
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Firstly I've had this ingrown toenail on my left toe for years it feels like. Maybe once a year it gets red and hurts really badly for about 1 or 2 days then it stops. 99% of the time it's not red and it doesn't feel like anything is under the skin nor does it hurt.bis this actually an I grown toenail, should I check it out and why is it not hurting or even being noticable all the time?
Secondly I woke up from a nap today maybe 3-4 hours and in the spot where the "ingrown nail" was is a small white area. The whiteness looked exactly like dead skin when you pick your skin on your fingers and it becomes white and slowly dies. It didn't hurt or anything so I started poking around it to see if I could feel a nail under there. Doing so white ooze leaked out of it. What the heck is this and why did it happen to me?
After the ooze incident I got up washed my hand and left the ooze on my foot so I could go into the tub and rinse it with warm water and soap. Then I wrapped it in some of the medical cloth you'd have in first aid kits so nothing can get in which is the state I'm in now. It's hasn't hurted throughout the whole white pimple part and idk what my next course of action is.
Google says it's paroncyia of whatever but there is a lot of divided results so Idk what to trust which is why I'm here. I also recently hurt my leg playing soccer so I might be going to the doctor's in a couple days if it doesn't heal so maybe I can ask them but idk if I'm going so I thought id ask here just in case. For context I am a teenage male.
Thanks
2024.06.01 00:10 Overall_Jackfruit_68 Weird round lump around the lower and deeper part of my labia?
I am not very knowledgeable about my own anatomy and only just started actually learning about it, so sorry if I am using incorrect terms or anything.
Last night, I was trying to "enjoy" myself but found it to be a bit of a challenge to get my finger in. Usually I'd brush this off as just not being lubricated enough, except I suddenly felt a little bit of something fleshy that my finger got kinda caught under. I thought maybe it was my hymen, but I'm pretty sure I already tore it about a year ago. Regardless, I decided to check, and when I did, I noticed a weird round thing tucked into the bottom of my labia minora (I think that's the right word). It kinda looked like a pink tapioca pearl, and it was really sensitive but in a good way. I've also noticed that it's bigger and more noticeable when I'm aroused and it often hurts when I'm on my period. Ive been vaguely aware of it for as long as I have been aware of masturbating.
I looked up what it could be and got article after article about cysts and infections and deformities and stuff. The cysts typically look more like pimples and are on the side, but this is soft and glossy looking and is right in the middle, again, it looks like a pink tapioca pearl. It is sometimes kind of firm, but only occasionally.
I'm unsure of what it could be, does anyone have any idea?
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Last night, I was trying to "enjoy" myself but found it to be a bit of a challenge to get my finger in. Usually I'd brush this off as just not being lubricated enough, except I suddenly felt a little bit of something fleshy that my finger got kinda caught under. I thought maybe it was my hymen, but I'm pretty sure I already tore it about a year ago. Regardless, I decided to check, and when I did, I noticed a weird round thing tucked into the bottom of my labia minora (I think that's the right word). It kinda looked like a pink tapioca pearl, and it was really sensitive but in a good way. I've also noticed that it's bigger and more noticeable when I'm aroused and it often hurts when I'm on my period. Ive been vaguely aware of it for as long as I have been aware of masturbating.
I looked up what it could be and got article after article about cysts and infections and deformities and stuff. The cysts typically look more like pimples and are on the side, but this is soft and glossy looking and is right in the middle, again, it looks like a pink tapioca pearl. It is sometimes kind of firm, but only occasionally.
I'm unsure of what it could be, does anyone have any idea?
2024.05.31 17:16 xtremexavier15 TMA 12
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
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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
2024.05.31 08:23 gabagoobie tattoo pain after over a month
 | hii, please excuse the photo quality and the state of my nails (i ripped all my nails off and im also a hairdresser, hence the disgusting color) i got these dots tattooed on my fingers on april 12th, so over a month ago now, and the ones on my thumbs specially still almost look swollen with a divot in the middle or almost like a blackhead/pimple, i tried my best to capture it in the second photo. either way, it’s not the appearance that bothers me, but any time i bump the tattoo on anything it hurts worse than the actual tattoos did! (if you can call them tattoos) the only ones that do this are the ones on my thumbs, the others all healed perfectly already. i was wondering if anyone else has experienced this or has any idea as to why it’s like this? submitted by gabagoobie to tattooadvice [link] [comments] |
2024.05.31 04:57 MBlue_Blossom Itchy pimples between my fingers
I am a 19 years old female without specific medical condition and I do not smoke or drink. I have severe contamination OCD and since about 1-2 months I’ve been using javel daily to clean basically everything (on the toilets everytime I use them for example), and I’ve gotten lazy about it and stopped using gloves (bad idea I know) and just ignore the burning. This evening I noticed those unusual pimples between my fingers where javel goes mostly which were itchy so I used my usual moisturizing hyaluronic acid creame. Now I woke up in the middle of the night with more pimples that have appeared and it itches like hell, can javel cause this ? They’re very smalls and look more like bumps than actual pimples. I have photos too but I don’t know how to post them so maybe I can show in dms or something if you need. Thanks in advance :,)
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2024.05.30 21:11 muddy2311 r/CountOnceADay Posts
Day 1: 54805 - Minecraft House on a Hill
Day 2: 55010 - Doubleplayer Minecraft
Day 3: 55046 - Glitched Minecraft Door
Day 4: 55354 - Kirby, the Keychain
Day 5: 55402 - Upsidedown Water Fountain
Day 6: 55548 - BiBiBisexsexsexualualual
Day 7: 55673 - Two Minutes
Day 8: 55823 - Mario Kart 9
Day 9: 55961 - It Doesn't Matter Who You Click With
Day 10: 56101 - Boobs or Dick
Day 11: 56256 - Think Before You Speak Hate
Day 12: 56409 - Putting the API Behind a Paywall
Day 13: 56527 - Middle Finger
Day 14: 56721 - Tag a Friend
Day 15: 56807 - Bisexuals Who Hate Their Dad
Day 16: 56920 - Choose Three
Day 17: 57022 - You Ate My Quesadilla
Day 18: 57161 - We Look Like a Trans Flag
Day 19: 57228 - Big Paws or Big Tail
Day 20: 57325 - The Dress
Day 21: 57432 - Just a Reflection, Somehow...
Day 22: 57632 - Start Pos
Day 23: 57652 - 2024 Election
Day 24: 57762 - Broad, but Fat or Skinny and Tall
Day 25: 57934 - IRL Battlebus
Day 26: 58023 - The Deficit
Day 27: 58114 - fortnitegod, the Discord User
Day 28: 58231 - Urinate on a Skeleton
Day 29: 58390 - The Non-Straight Pride Flag
Day 30: 58431 - God Didn't Want Boys to Like Boys
Day 31: 58613 - Dawko, the Employee
Day 32: 58713 - Springtrap, with a Knife
Day 33: 58778 - Amusement Parks of the U.S.
Day 34: 58943 - Coffee Cup
Day 35: 59082 - Ghostbusters Car
Day 36: 59225 - My Childhood Friend
Day 37: 59364 - A Mild Femboy
Day 38: 59541 - To Cripple a Generation
Day 39: 59747 - Users Will Bypass Anti-Ad Blockers
Day 40: 59852 - It's Not a Dog
Day 41: 60189 - The Joy of Creation
Day 42: 60210 - You Depressed Fuck
Day 43: 60382 - SantaDecides Nice List
Day 44: 60606 - Become Your Fursona
Day 45: 60801 - Sitting Positions
Day 46: 60916 - I'm So Wet
Day 47: 61172 - Temporarily Banned
Day 48: 61409 - I Fell For Guys
Day 49: 61527 - Sigma Male Gaming Tips
Day 50: 61722 - Dog Eats Dog
Day 51: 61810 - Spigit Finner
Day 52: 62034 - Which One Are You
Day 53: 62121 - Gay St.
Day 54: 62285 - Sobbing Cat Emoji
Day 55: 62394 - To Dissapoint My Family
Day 56: 62563 - Climbed the Stairs on All Fours
Day 57: 62656 - Being a Cat-Person
Day 58: 62817 - A PlayStation in His Pocket
Day 59: 62976 - It is Wednesday My Dudes
Day 60: 63066 - Holding a Puppy
Day 61: 63146 - Gay Bars
Day 62: 64259 - Hugging Positions
Day 63: 63420 - Homosexuality is Not Unnatural
Day 64: 63401 - Mushroom Characters
Day 65: 63626 - Being Depressed
Day 66: 63787 - Features Like These
Day 67: 63909 - Tell Paul You're Sorry
Day 68: 64025 - Not My First Mouthful
Day 69: 64140 - It's My 69th Day of Posting
Day 70: 64296 - Girl with Backpack and Black Cat
Day 71: 64326 - Top or Bottom
Day 72: 64485 - Freddy Fazbear, the Twitter User
Day 73: 64627 - Blocked by Ruben Sim
Day 74: 64719 - Upload Image
Day 75: 64840 - Overwatch 2, a Critically Acclaimed Game
Day 76: 65013 - Lightning Rod's Famous Quad Down
Day 77: 64091 - Eclipse Wishes You a Happy Birthday
Day 78: 65234 - The Shrug Emojis
Day 79: 65330 - Mr. Goodbars
Day 80: 65520 - Target Employee is Not Racist
Day 81: 65603 - How to Steal Girls
Day 82: 65724 - My Nintendo Broke, Call an Ambulance
Day 83: 65856 - Blocking Will Be Removed
Day 84: 66006 - All Your Chats In One Place
Day 85: 66122 - Hamhamhamburburburgergerger
Day 86: 66267 - Unus Annus
Day 87: 66385 - Can't Get a Girlfriend
Day 88: 66472 -
Day 89: 66613 - Astley Paradox
Day 90: 66795 - Still Cis Though
Day 91: 66950 - About to Take a Shower
Day 92: 67065 - Denfur... Denver, They're the Same
Day 93: 67156 - Chef's Kiss "Day 93: Creamy!"
Day 94: 67279 - Rainbow Depression
Day 95: 67391 - Steel His Look
Day 96: 67522 - I'm Going To Die
Day 97: 67684 - Dad Saw My Fursona
Day 98: 67782 - Find 5 Differences
Day 99: 67895 - I'm Fucking Gay, Get Over It.
Day 100: 68026 - Written "Day 100: 68026"
Day 101: 68152 - Don't All Boys Want To Be Catgirls?
Day 102: 68259 - Kittyyy
Day 103: 68377 - The Next Number Should Be...
Day 104: 68501 - A Wheelchair In A Handicap Parking Spot
Day 105: 68616 - PSP, the Steam Deck
Day 106: 68762 - I'm Not Gay
Day 107: 68878 - Mom Texted Me
Day 108: 69010 - Exit Sign
Day 109: 69126 - Gay Couples Have To Pay For Kids
Day 110: 69253 - Boys Night Out
Day 111: 69374 - Congrats!
Day 112: 69523 - Book of Life
Day 113: 69657 - 4
Day 114: 69786 - No, but a tin can!
Day 115: 69933 - Egg Mayonnaise
Day 116: 70065 - K.O.
Day 117: 70158 - Shallots
Day 118: 70275 - F'taang!
Day 119: 70445 - No, about 20cm off the ground
Day 120: 70567 - Eleven
Day 121: 70653 - No
Day 122: 70822 - Christ
Day 123: 70822 - B
Day 124: 71078 - Sucksess
Day 125: 71164 - Minstrels
Day 126: 71298 - Knit One, Pearl One, Drop One, Curl One
Day 127: 71419 - PENCIL
Day 128: 71557 - Mary Rose
Day 129: 71712 - 8
Day 130: 71867 - Psychedelic Boogie Child
Day 131: 71961 - A Torch
Day 132: 72101 - Fat Bloke
Day 133: 72266 - Convict
Day 134: 72417 - Spangulated Codnacker
Day 135: 72566 - You Run, You Run So Far Away
Day 136: 72653 - Bran
Day 137: 72865 - No!
Day 138: 72943 - Flangeworth
Day 139: 73124 - Abundance
Day 140: 73220 - ASDA
Day 141: 73296 - Ok Then
Day 142: 73424 - A Walk
Day 143: 73551 - Pen
Day 144: 73593 - The Answer
Day 145: 73704 - An Elephant
Day 146: 73819 - ⬋ That One
Day 147: 73977 - n
Day 148: 74053 - HORSE
Day 149: 74207 - H
Day 150: 74314 - 17.
Day 151: 74443 - Seal!
Day 152: 74603 - +1 Skip
Day 153: 74785 - v
Day 154: 74848 - Shoe Polish
Day 155: 75087 - Arsefacey
Day 156: 75197 - Go To 28
Day 157: 75305 - Woof. Woof. Woof.
Day 158: 75436 - Babycham and Human Faeces
Day 159: 75563 - 7
Day 160: 75669 - No; Nope; No Way; Of Course Not
Day 161: 75760 - Cylindrical Adventures
Day 162: 75889 - Afro
Day 163: 75988 - 42
Day 164: 76091 - Tom Cruise
Day 165: 76218 - Cataracts
Day 166: 76341 - 🕈︎ ☼︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎
Day 167: 76435 - OMGF U KILLS SONIKKU U BASTUD
Day 168: 76517 - No
Day 169: 76696 - 🔴
Day 170: 76894 - SNAAAAKE!
Day 171: 76972 - Splapp-Me-Do
Day 172: 77098 - O.K.
Day 173: 77202 - [Spam Click]
Day 174: 77344 - 🥕
Day 175: 77439 - ...But Pa Might Not
Day 176: 77519 - A Games Console For Wholemeal Biscuits
Day 177: 77654 - 🔵🔴🔵🟡
Day 178: 77746 - Erm... One?
Day 179: 77848 - Shepherd's Pie
Day 180: 77940 - [Spam Click]
Day 181: 78072 - Yes!; No...
Day 182: 78165 - 👍
Day 183: 78271 - Moss
Day 184: 78382 - Tasteless White Filth
Day 185: 78529 - EGG > 28
Day 186: 78727 - Largest
Day 187: 78850 - !
Day 188: 78964 - [Rub the Cat with Mouse]
Day 189: 79105 - LOL, 69
Day 190: 79257 - Using Its Anus
Day 191: 79371 - 🟩
Day 192: 79504 - 💡
Day 193: 79608 - ?
Day 194: 79714 - No One Knows That
Day 195: 79826 - Escape!
Day 196: 79927 - Surgar Honey Honey
Day 197: 80016 - Question 77
Day 198: 80116 - Four
Day 199: 80203 - U
Day 200: 80345 - Filthy Romanians
Day 201: 80386 - R
Day 202: 80473 - [Rub the Rod]
Day 203: 80605 - [Click All Ten Toenails]
Day 204: 80661 - National Dyslexic Association
Day 205: 80828 - Fish
Day 206: 81011 - 🌠
Day 207: 81080 - I Loved It!
Day 208: 81206 - The Prince
Day 209: 81298 - Spain
Day 210: 81414 - .
Day 211: 81494 - [Spam Click]
Day 212: 81591 - Blindness
Day 213: 81721 - Nonce
Day 214: 81782 - Jamaica?
Day 215: 81895 - [Rub the Paper Along the Horizontal Axis]
Day 216: 81976 - 194; 27; 26; 14; 9; 3; 2.5; 1; 0.4
Day 217: 82077 - → Go!
Day 218: 82183 - [Wait]
Day 219: 82230 - 🔴
Day 220: 82331 - A Right Mess
Day 221: 82420 - 10+ Times
Day 222: 82550 - Blue, Red, Blue, Yellow
Day 223: 82656 - Next 14 Question 2½
Day 224: 82761 - Two
Day 225: 82816 - Chihuahua
Day 226: 82959 - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Day 227: 83012 - 🌶️
Day 228: 83112 - 🌜
Day 229: 83216 - Banana
Day 230: 83358 - ←
Day 231: 83437 - [Just Wait]
Day 232: 83566 - 4 8 15 16 23 42 Execute
Day 233: 83627 - →→→→→→→
Day 234: 83714 - Up His Sleevies
Day 235: 83814 - Paint
Day 236: 83921 - Earth
Day 237: 84006 - American
Day 238: 84130 - Carrot
Day 239: 84235 - Udder
Day 240: 84333 - $1
Day 241: 84403 - 8
Day 242: 84485 - →
Day 243: 84588 - 10 Letters In
Day 244: 84725 - [Spam Click]
Day 245: 84888 - Go! →
Day 246: 85029 - 🗝️→🔒
Day 247: 85089 - Fine
Day 248: 85180 - Lederhosen
Day 249: 85289 - 14. 14.
Day 250: 85376 - A Backwards Dog
Day 251: 85520 - Chris
Day 252: 85597 - [Hover Over the Brown Balloon]
Day 253: 85687 - Fly Sandwiches
Day 254: 85777 - Fusestopper
Day 255: 85877 - [Pop All the Pimples]
Day 256: 85987 - 30
Day 257: 86121 - Pink Clouds
Day 258: 86234 - [Drag the Number Circle to Create A Tic-Tac-Toe]
Day 259: 86425 - Space
Day 260: 86465 - When It's A Jar
Day 261: 86558 - You Run. You Run So Far Away
Day 262: 86663 - 1
Day 263: 86766 - Twice
Day 264: 86877 - This Is Sparta!
Day 265: 86958 - 💎
Day 266: 87048 - Dough
Day 267: 87160 - 0
Day 268: 87248 - Drive Down the M4
Day 269: 87375 - 👆
Day 270: 87470 - 33
Day 271: 87576 - Death
Day 272: 87641 - Aim for the Face
Day 273: 87718 - Tequila
Day 274: 87803 - [Move Mouse Off Screen]
Day 275: 87937 - [Mash Your Keyboard]
Day 276: 88003 - 🗝️→🔒
Day 277: 88109 - Toucan
Day 278: 88144 - 🔴
Day 279: 88280 - [Drag Horse-Worm's Fist and Drop it on Pig Buster]
Day 280: 88365 - Left Turn
Day 281: 88413 - The Answer
Day 282: 88517 - H
Day 283: 88596 - Bran
Day 284: 88714 - Egg Mayonnaise
Day 285: 88777 - Mary Rose
Day 286: 88865 - Tom Cruise
Day 287: 88984 - Splapp-Me-Do
Day 288: 89027 - No, About 20cm Off The Ground
Day 289: 98202 - 👍
Day 290: 89340 - ?
Day 291: 89402 - Blindness
Day 292: 89488 - What You Say!!
Day 293: 89624 - E-I-E-I-O
Day 294: 89741 - 🎈
Day 295: 89845 - Around Orion's Waist
Day 296: 89950 - Universal Serial Bus
Day 297: 90056 - USB Ports
Day 298: 90098 - X Q (Caps Lock) B :
Day 299: 90213 - 4 3 ? 9 (Enter)
Day 300: 90263 - [Spam (Delete)]
Day 301: 90389 - [Spam Click the Dogs Mouth]
Day 302: 90459 - [Rub the Dog With Mouse]
Day 303: 90515 - Chic
Day 304: 90647 - Camel
Day 305: 90730 - [Rub the Lamp]
Day 306: 90817 - G
Day 307: 90872 - 🐁
Day 308: 91011 - 👆
Day 309: 91104 - Pokémon
Day 310: 91154 - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10
Day 311: 91257 - LOL Micropenis
Day 312: 91359 - 🎈
Day 313: 91417 - Four
Day 314: 91545 - Blue Light
Day 315: 91625 - [Space]
Day 316: 91708 - I Don't Know
Day 317: 91833 - R
Day 318: 91939 - Do Not Pull
Day 319: 91998 - This Author
Day 320: 92074 - To Get To The Other Side
Day 321: 92203 - Edam
Day 322: 92261 - [Q]
Day 323: 92364 - V
Day 324: 92425 - 🪐🍴☁👜🦷🟤
Day 325: 92550 - Goat's Blood
Day 326: 92708 - They Can't Run Off to Vegas
Day 327: 92817 - 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃
Day 328: 92923 - 🔑→🔒
Day 329: 92026 - Checkpoints Are For the Week and Mentally Challenged
Day 330: 93176 - Nay
Day 331: 93259 - 2
Day 332: 93373 - Plaster
Day 333: 93384 - [Spam Click]
Day 334: 93526 - 28.8kbps Modem
Day 335: 93604 - Violence
Day 336: 93676 - [Spam Click]
Day 337: 93770 - No
Day 338: 93815 - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14; 15
Day 339: 93927 - AIDS
Day 340: 94006 - Deleted Them
Day 341: 94076 - A Fat Bloke
Day 342: 94164 - [Rub Crank]
Day 343: 94245 - [Drag "On" to the Circle]
Day 344: 94325 - A Corpse's Bra
Day 345: 94408 - 🦆
Day 346: 94492 - Obvious
Day 347: 94574 - Next →
Day 348: 94725 - 🔵🔴🔵🟡
Day 349: 94799 - NEVAR!
Day 350: 94883 - [U]
Day 351: 94967 - They're Scrooges
Day 352: 95032 - 🍳
Day 353: 95077 - [Do Nothing]
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Day 2: 55010 - Doubleplayer Minecraft
Day 3: 55046 - Glitched Minecraft Door
Day 4: 55354 - Kirby, the Keychain
Day 5: 55402 - Upsidedown Water Fountain
Day 6: 55548 - BiBiBisexsexsexualualual
Day 7: 55673 - Two Minutes
Day 8: 55823 - Mario Kart 9
Day 9: 55961 - It Doesn't Matter Who You Click With
Day 10: 56101 - Boobs or Dick
Day 11: 56256 - Think Before You Speak Hate
Day 12: 56409 - Putting the API Behind a Paywall
Day 13: 56527 - Middle Finger
Day 14: 56721 - Tag a Friend
Day 15: 56807 - Bisexuals Who Hate Their Dad
Day 16: 56920 - Choose Three
Day 17: 57022 - You Ate My Quesadilla
Day 18: 57161 - We Look Like a Trans Flag
Day 19: 57228 - Big Paws or Big Tail
Day 20: 57325 - The Dress
Day 21: 57432 - Just a Reflection, Somehow...
Day 22: 57632 - Start Pos
Day 23: 57652 - 2024 Election
Day 24: 57762 - Broad, but Fat or Skinny and Tall
Day 25: 57934 - IRL Battlebus
Day 26: 58023 - The Deficit
Day 27: 58114 - fortnitegod, the Discord User
Day 28: 58231 - Urinate on a Skeleton
Day 29: 58390 - The Non-Straight Pride Flag
Day 30: 58431 - God Didn't Want Boys to Like Boys
Day 31: 58613 - Dawko, the Employee
Day 32: 58713 - Springtrap, with a Knife
Day 33: 58778 - Amusement Parks of the U.S.
Day 34: 58943 - Coffee Cup
Day 35: 59082 - Ghostbusters Car
Day 36: 59225 - My Childhood Friend
Day 37: 59364 - A Mild Femboy
Day 38: 59541 - To Cripple a Generation
Day 39: 59747 - Users Will Bypass Anti-Ad Blockers
Day 40: 59852 - It's Not a Dog
Day 41: 60189 - The Joy of Creation
Day 42: 60210 - You Depressed Fuck
Day 43: 60382 - SantaDecides Nice List
Day 44: 60606 - Become Your Fursona
Day 45: 60801 - Sitting Positions
Day 46: 60916 - I'm So Wet
Day 47: 61172 - Temporarily Banned
Day 48: 61409 - I Fell For Guys
Day 49: 61527 - Sigma Male Gaming Tips
Day 50: 61722 - Dog Eats Dog
Day 51: 61810 - Spigit Finner
Day 52: 62034 - Which One Are You
Day 53: 62121 - Gay St.
Day 54: 62285 - Sobbing Cat Emoji
Day 55: 62394 - To Dissapoint My Family
Day 56: 62563 - Climbed the Stairs on All Fours
Day 57: 62656 - Being a Cat-Person
Day 58: 62817 - A PlayStation in His Pocket
Day 59: 62976 - It is Wednesday My Dudes
Day 60: 63066 - Holding a Puppy
Day 61: 63146 - Gay Bars
Day 62: 64259 - Hugging Positions
Day 63: 63420 - Homosexuality is Not Unnatural
Day 64: 63401 - Mushroom Characters
Day 65: 63626 - Being Depressed
Day 66: 63787 - Features Like These
Day 67: 63909 - Tell Paul You're Sorry
Day 68: 64025 - Not My First Mouthful
Day 69: 64140 - It's My 69th Day of Posting
Day 70: 64296 - Girl with Backpack and Black Cat
Day 71: 64326 - Top or Bottom
Day 72: 64485 - Freddy Fazbear, the Twitter User
Day 73: 64627 - Blocked by Ruben Sim
Day 74: 64719 - Upload Image
Day 75: 64840 - Overwatch 2, a Critically Acclaimed Game
Day 76: 65013 - Lightning Rod's Famous Quad Down
Day 77: 64091 - Eclipse Wishes You a Happy Birthday
Day 78: 65234 - The Shrug Emojis
Day 79: 65330 - Mr. Goodbars
Day 80: 65520 - Target Employee is Not Racist
Day 81: 65603 - How to Steal Girls
Day 82: 65724 - My Nintendo Broke, Call an Ambulance
Day 83: 65856 - Blocking Will Be Removed
Day 84: 66006 - All Your Chats In One Place
Day 85: 66122 - Hamhamhamburburburgergerger
Day 86: 66267 - Unus Annus
Day 87: 66385 - Can't Get a Girlfriend
Day 88: 66472 -
Day 89: 66613 - Astley Paradox
Day 90: 66795 - Still Cis Though
Day 91: 66950 - About to Take a Shower
Day 92: 67065 - Denfur... Denver, They're the Same
Day 93: 67156 - Chef's Kiss "Day 93: Creamy!"
Day 94: 67279 - Rainbow Depression
Day 95: 67391 - Steel His Look
Day 96: 67522 - I'm Going To Die
Day 97: 67684 - Dad Saw My Fursona
Day 98: 67782 - Find 5 Differences
Day 99: 67895 - I'm Fucking Gay, Get Over It.
Day 100: 68026 - Written "Day 100: 68026"
Day 101: 68152 - Don't All Boys Want To Be Catgirls?
Day 102: 68259 - Kittyyy
Day 103: 68377 - The Next Number Should Be...
Day 104: 68501 - A Wheelchair In A Handicap Parking Spot
Day 105: 68616 - PSP, the Steam Deck
Day 106: 68762 - I'm Not Gay
Day 107: 68878 - Mom Texted Me
Day 108: 69010 - Exit Sign
Day 109: 69126 - Gay Couples Have To Pay For Kids
Day 110: 69253 - Boys Night Out
Day 111: 69374 - Congrats!
Day 112: 69523 - Book of Life
Day 113: 69657 - 4
Day 114: 69786 - No, but a tin can!
Day 115: 69933 - Egg Mayonnaise
Day 116: 70065 - K.O.
Day 117: 70158 - Shallots
Day 118: 70275 - F'taang!
Day 119: 70445 - No, about 20cm off the ground
Day 120: 70567 - Eleven
Day 121: 70653 - No
Day 122: 70822 - Christ
Day 123: 70822 - B
Day 124: 71078 - Sucksess
Day 125: 71164 - Minstrels
Day 126: 71298 - Knit One, Pearl One, Drop One, Curl One
Day 127: 71419 - PENCIL
Day 128: 71557 - Mary Rose
Day 129: 71712 - 8
Day 130: 71867 - Psychedelic Boogie Child
Day 131: 71961 - A Torch
Day 132: 72101 - Fat Bloke
Day 133: 72266 - Convict
Day 134: 72417 - Spangulated Codnacker
Day 135: 72566 - You Run, You Run So Far Away
Day 136: 72653 - Bran
Day 137: 72865 - No!
Day 138: 72943 - Flangeworth
Day 139: 73124 - Abundance
Day 140: 73220 - ASDA
Day 141: 73296 - Ok Then
Day 142: 73424 - A Walk
Day 143: 73551 - Pen
Day 144: 73593 - The Answer
Day 145: 73704 - An Elephant
Day 146: 73819 - ⬋ That One
Day 147: 73977 - n
Day 148: 74053 - HORSE
Day 149: 74207 - H
Day 150: 74314 - 17.
Day 151: 74443 - Seal!
Day 152: 74603 - +1 Skip
Day 153: 74785 - v
Day 154: 74848 - Shoe Polish
Day 155: 75087 - Arsefacey
Day 156: 75197 - Go To 28
Day 157: 75305 - Woof. Woof. Woof.
Day 158: 75436 - Babycham and Human Faeces
Day 159: 75563 - 7
Day 160: 75669 - No; Nope; No Way; Of Course Not
Day 161: 75760 - Cylindrical Adventures
Day 162: 75889 - Afro
Day 163: 75988 - 42
Day 164: 76091 - Tom Cruise
Day 165: 76218 - Cataracts
Day 166: 76341 - 🕈︎ ☼︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎
Day 167: 76435 - OMGF U KILLS SONIKKU U BASTUD
Day 168: 76517 - No
Day 169: 76696 - 🔴
Day 170: 76894 - SNAAAAKE!
Day 171: 76972 - Splapp-Me-Do
Day 172: 77098 - O.K.
Day 173: 77202 - [Spam Click]
Day 174: 77344 - 🥕
Day 175: 77439 - ...But Pa Might Not
Day 176: 77519 - A Games Console For Wholemeal Biscuits
Day 177: 77654 - 🔵🔴🔵🟡
Day 178: 77746 - Erm... One?
Day 179: 77848 - Shepherd's Pie
Day 180: 77940 - [Spam Click]
Day 181: 78072 - Yes!; No...
Day 182: 78165 - 👍
Day 183: 78271 - Moss
Day 184: 78382 - Tasteless White Filth
Day 185: 78529 - EGG > 28
Day 186: 78727 - Largest
Day 187: 78850 - !
Day 188: 78964 - [Rub the Cat with Mouse]
Day 189: 79105 - LOL, 69
Day 190: 79257 - Using Its Anus
Day 191: 79371 - 🟩
Day 192: 79504 - 💡
Day 193: 79608 - ?
Day 194: 79714 - No One Knows That
Day 195: 79826 - Escape!
Day 196: 79927 - Surgar Honey Honey
Day 197: 80016 - Question 77
Day 198: 80116 - Four
Day 199: 80203 - U
Day 200: 80345 - Filthy Romanians
Day 201: 80386 - R
Day 202: 80473 - [Rub the Rod]
Day 203: 80605 - [Click All Ten Toenails]
Day 204: 80661 - National Dyslexic Association
Day 205: 80828 - Fish
Day 206: 81011 - 🌠
Day 207: 81080 - I Loved It!
Day 208: 81206 - The Prince
Day 209: 81298 - Spain
Day 210: 81414 - .
Day 211: 81494 - [Spam Click]
Day 212: 81591 - Blindness
Day 213: 81721 - Nonce
Day 214: 81782 - Jamaica?
Day 215: 81895 - [Rub the Paper Along the Horizontal Axis]
Day 216: 81976 - 194; 27; 26; 14; 9; 3; 2.5; 1; 0.4
Day 217: 82077 - → Go!
Day 218: 82183 - [Wait]
Day 219: 82230 - 🔴
Day 220: 82331 - A Right Mess
Day 221: 82420 - 10+ Times
Day 222: 82550 - Blue, Red, Blue, Yellow
Day 223: 82656 - Next 14 Question 2½
Day 224: 82761 - Two
Day 225: 82816 - Chihuahua
Day 226: 82959 - 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
Day 227: 83012 - 🌶️
Day 228: 83112 - 🌜
Day 229: 83216 - Banana
Day 230: 83358 - ←
Day 231: 83437 - [Just Wait]
Day 232: 83566 - 4 8 15 16 23 42 Execute
Day 233: 83627 - →→→→→→→
Day 234: 83714 - Up His Sleevies
Day 235: 83814 - Paint
Day 236: 83921 - Earth
Day 237: 84006 - American
Day 238: 84130 - Carrot
Day 239: 84235 - Udder
Day 240: 84333 - $1
Day 241: 84403 - 8
Day 242: 84485 - →
Day 243: 84588 - 10 Letters In
Day 244: 84725 - [Spam Click]
Day 245: 84888 - Go! →
Day 246: 85029 - 🗝️→🔒
Day 247: 85089 - Fine
Day 248: 85180 - Lederhosen
Day 249: 85289 - 14. 14.
Day 250: 85376 - A Backwards Dog
Day 251: 85520 - Chris
Day 252: 85597 - [Hover Over the Brown Balloon]
Day 253: 85687 - Fly Sandwiches
Day 254: 85777 - Fusestopper
Day 255: 85877 - [Pop All the Pimples]
Day 256: 85987 - 30
Day 257: 86121 - Pink Clouds
Day 258: 86234 - [Drag the Number Circle to Create A Tic-Tac-Toe]
Day 259: 86425 - Space
Day 260: 86465 - When It's A Jar
Day 261: 86558 - You Run. You Run So Far Away
Day 262: 86663 - 1
Day 263: 86766 - Twice
Day 264: 86877 - This Is Sparta!
Day 265: 86958 - 💎
Day 266: 87048 - Dough
Day 267: 87160 - 0
Day 268: 87248 - Drive Down the M4
Day 269: 87375 - 👆
Day 270: 87470 - 33
Day 271: 87576 - Death
Day 272: 87641 - Aim for the Face
Day 273: 87718 - Tequila
Day 274: 87803 - [Move Mouse Off Screen]
Day 275: 87937 - [Mash Your Keyboard]
Day 276: 88003 - 🗝️→🔒
Day 277: 88109 - Toucan
Day 278: 88144 - 🔴
Day 279: 88280 - [Drag Horse-Worm's Fist and Drop it on Pig Buster]
Day 280: 88365 - Left Turn
Day 281: 88413 - The Answer
Day 282: 88517 - H
Day 283: 88596 - Bran
Day 284: 88714 - Egg Mayonnaise
Day 285: 88777 - Mary Rose
Day 286: 88865 - Tom Cruise
Day 287: 88984 - Splapp-Me-Do
Day 288: 89027 - No, About 20cm Off The Ground
Day 289: 98202 - 👍
Day 290: 89340 - ?
Day 291: 89402 - Blindness
Day 292: 89488 - What You Say!!
Day 293: 89624 - E-I-E-I-O
Day 294: 89741 - 🎈
Day 295: 89845 - Around Orion's Waist
Day 296: 89950 - Universal Serial Bus
Day 297: 90056 - USB Ports
Day 298: 90098 - X Q (Caps Lock) B :
Day 299: 90213 - 4 3 ? 9 (Enter)
Day 300: 90263 - [Spam (Delete)]
Day 301: 90389 - [Spam Click the Dogs Mouth]
Day 302: 90459 - [Rub the Dog With Mouse]
Day 303: 90515 - Chic
Day 304: 90647 - Camel
Day 305: 90730 - [Rub the Lamp]
Day 306: 90817 - G
Day 307: 90872 - 🐁
Day 308: 91011 - 👆
Day 309: 91104 - Pokémon
Day 310: 91154 - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10
Day 311: 91257 - LOL Micropenis
Day 312: 91359 - 🎈
Day 313: 91417 - Four
Day 314: 91545 - Blue Light
Day 315: 91625 - [Space]
Day 316: 91708 - I Don't Know
Day 317: 91833 - R
Day 318: 91939 - Do Not Pull
Day 319: 91998 - This Author
Day 320: 92074 - To Get To The Other Side
Day 321: 92203 - Edam
Day 322: 92261 - [Q]
Day 323: 92364 - V
Day 324: 92425 - 🪐🍴☁👜🦷🟤
Day 325: 92550 - Goat's Blood
Day 326: 92708 - They Can't Run Off to Vegas
Day 327: 92817 - 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃
Day 328: 92923 - 🔑→🔒
Day 329: 92026 - Checkpoints Are For the Week and Mentally Challenged
Day 330: 93176 - Nay
Day 331: 93259 - 2
Day 332: 93373 - Plaster
Day 333: 93384 - [Spam Click]
Day 334: 93526 - 28.8kbps Modem
Day 335: 93604 - Violence
Day 336: 93676 - [Spam Click]
Day 337: 93770 - No
Day 338: 93815 - 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14; 15
Day 339: 93927 - AIDS
Day 340: 94006 - Deleted Them
Day 341: 94076 - A Fat Bloke
Day 342: 94164 - [Rub Crank]
Day 343: 94245 - [Drag "On" to the Circle]
Day 344: 94325 - A Corpse's Bra
Day 345: 94408 - 🦆
Day 346: 94492 - Obvious
Day 347: 94574 - Next →
Day 348: 94725 - 🔵🔴🔵🟡
Day 349: 94799 - NEVAR!
Day 350: 94883 - [U]
Day 351: 94967 - They're Scrooges
Day 352: 95032 - 🍳
Day 353: 95077 - [Do Nothing]
2024.05.30 15:16 Last_Department_3879 One week with no new MC!
I am sharing good news as I used this group so much, it was super helpful, although can be overwhelming reading a lot of extreme cases. I really got super obsessed with it all.
I had this primarily on my genitals/ butt cheeks and lower back for 6 weeks. I am a week without any new spots but still taking all precautions. It’s nice to walk around without bandaids in my ass crack.
What is everyone’s opinion on when I’m “clear” or safe to have sex and shave? There’s a lot of mixed info on here. Derms say no active spots means it’s fine- but on here I see a lot of people saying wait 8 weeks to be safe.
Here are a few things that helped me, I’m in Europe so a lot of things in here people mentioned- I couldn’t get hold of.
-Hibiclens isn’t in Europe but I got an alternate Hibiscrub. I felt much better showering with this.
-I spayed myself with Ducray Diaseptyl , an alternative to alcohol as it was burning my genitals
-When I first got MC I still was taking baths, I big joy of mine. I did stop as I got a few spots in random other body parts and I think maybe that’s why. I was so careful not to touch myself or reuse towels
-As everyone said, don’t reuse towels. I ended up soaking them in a hot bath with disinfectant and then washing, to save money on long hot washes. I did this with nearly all clothing and was a pain. In the end I wore bike shorts under jeans so I washed those and not the jeans! I wish I did that sooner
-Derm gave me an antiseptic cream I’m still using daily
Fingers crossed for me and for you guys!
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I had this primarily on my genitals/ butt cheeks and lower back for 6 weeks. I am a week without any new spots but still taking all precautions. It’s nice to walk around without bandaids in my ass crack.
What is everyone’s opinion on when I’m “clear” or safe to have sex and shave? There’s a lot of mixed info on here. Derms say no active spots means it’s fine- but on here I see a lot of people saying wait 8 weeks to be safe.
Here are a few things that helped me, I’m in Europe so a lot of things in here people mentioned- I couldn’t get hold of.
- Try see the same derm if you can, I felt much better knowing if something popped back up I could go back in. I saw a lot of different derms and in the end they just removed with tweezers. First time a bunch more popped up, second time too but I removed last three with Molllutrex
-Hibiclens isn’t in Europe but I got an alternate Hibiscrub. I felt much better showering with this.
-I spayed myself with Ducray Diaseptyl , an alternative to alcohol as it was burning my genitals
-When I first got MC I still was taking baths, I big joy of mine. I did stop as I got a few spots in random other body parts and I think maybe that’s why. I was so careful not to touch myself or reuse towels
-As everyone said, don’t reuse towels. I ended up soaking them in a hot bath with disinfectant and then washing, to save money on long hot washes. I did this with nearly all clothing and was a pain. In the end I wore bike shorts under jeans so I washed those and not the jeans! I wish I did that sooner
- Pimple patches are super $ where I am- but I used hydrocolloid plasters and just regular bandaids, went though loads and loads of them. I showered and changed morning and night and tried to time that after exercise
-Derm gave me an antiseptic cream I’m still using daily
Fingers crossed for me and for you guys!
2024.05.30 07:50 GhoulGriin Best 223 Scope
 | submitted by GhoulGriin to u/GhoulGriin [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/r5jq40po5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fb229b552379d4af7fa023905143f31e8b76d600 Immerse yourself in the world of 223 Scope with our comprehensive roundup article. Here, we delve into the intricacies of the best 223 scopes on the market, providing you with an engaging and informative guide to help you make an informed decision on the perfect scope for your needs. From beginner-friendly options to advanced precision tools, we've got you covered. The Top 17 Best 223 Scope
Reviews🔗Holosun Green Dot Sight: Precise Adjustment & Unmatched Accuracyhttps://preview.redd.it/x9jz2j6p5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c331687c3ad2516e3c5d0ec0f6017eb65a6365ac As an avid hunter, I've gone through my fair share of sights, but the HHA Optimizer Lite x XL Sight truly stands out. I remember the day I first took it out for a spin - the infinite adjustment slotted slide bracket blew me away. Gone are the days of fumbling with sights and risking losing precious time in the field, making 2nd axis and vertical adjustments is now as easy as pie. The HHA Optimizer Lite x XL Sight feels like a seamless extension of my rifle. Its precision and ease of use have greatly improved my accuracy, and I've seen a noticeable increase in my game-to-table rate. One thing worth mentioning is the durability of this product. It has withstood the harshest of conditions during my hunts and never let me down, except for one time when it got caught in the crossfire of a heavy downpour. I wish it was weather-resistant to handle any situation. Overall, I would highly recommend the HHA Optimizer Lite x XL Sight. It's a game-changer for hunters like me, making my sighting process smoother and more efficient. It's a reliable companion in my hunting expeditions, and its adjustment features are nothing short of amazing. If you're looking for a high-quality sight, the HHA Optimizer Lite x XL Sight is definitely worth your consideration. 🔗TruGlo Crossbow Scope with Unisex Camo Designhttps://preview.redd.it/gzg0symp5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=91c031a48a802e71c88419b30f72622780f0f7ca I've recently had the chance to try out the TruGlo 4x32 Rangefinding/Trajectory Compensating Crossbow Scope, a nifty piece of equipment for enthusiastic crossbow users like me. The scope's main highlight was its ability to find the range and calculate the correct trajectory for my crossbow bolts. In my experience, this feature proved to be quite handy in my local archery range, particularly for those days when the wind and temperature were unstable. One of the things that stood out to me was the scope's robustness. It was designed to handle the harsh conditions of the outdoors, as evidenced by the sturdy aluminum body and the shock-resistant construction. This scope also offered a generous 4-inch eye relief, a feature that helped protect my eyes during those blustery hunting sessions. The scope's lenses were fully-coated, making them highly resistant to glare, a common concern for crossbow users shooting in low-light conditions. Additionally, the durable leavespring for windage and elevation adjustments were a welcomed bonus, allowing me to finetune my shots with ease. On the downside, one of the screws on the scope rings was stripped, a minor issue that wasn't a deal-breaker. I also discovered that the scope wasn't rated specifically for a particular crossbow speed. To achieve optimal accuracy, I had to adjust the scope manually, which was a bit tricky and time-consuming. Regardless of these minor downsides, the TruGlo 4x32 Rangefinding/Trajectory Compensating Crossbow Scope proved to be an essential piece of equipment in my hunting arsenal. Its ease of use, durable construction, and helpful features make it an excellent choice for anyone seeking to upgrade their crossbow hunting experience. 🔗Killer Instinct Lumix Speedring Crossbow Scope: Improved Targeting for Huntinghttps://preview.redd.it/juij5jzp5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=88aaf43d7e074fafc8981a628c45328b47b67621 Using the Killer Instinct MSCKI-1020 Lumix Speedring 1.5 to 5 x 32 IR-E Crossbow Scope has been quite an experience. The scope has made hunting much more enjoyable for me, thanks to its amazing abilities to lock onto and track moving targets from vast distances. One of the features that really stood out is the durability of the metal case. This thing has a real tank-like feel to it, resisting impacts and harsh weather as if it was made for it. The spring-loaded covers on the lenses also proved to be quite reliable, keeping the lenses safe and scratchless until I was ready to hunt. The built-in Speed Ring is another aspect of the scope that has impressed me. Making adjustments for my crossbow's speed has been a breeze, and the illuminated reticle is a big help when it comes to sighting in low-light conditions. I particularly appreciate the contrast the red/blue illumination provides. However, there was one downside that I found a little disturbing. The scope came in a condition that made it apparent that someone had used it before. I was not happy with this fact, especially considering I had paid for a brand new product. Overall, the MSCKI-1020 Lumix Speedring 1.5 to 5 x 32 IR-E Crossbow Scope is a product that I would recommend, even with its minor fault. It certainly helped me become a better hunter, and it would do the same for anyone looking to enhance their hunting experience. 🔗Killer Instinct Lumix 4x32 Black Ir-E Crossbow Scope with LED Illuminationhttps://preview.redd.it/rylcmyfq5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fd333ffe0cc4826f8f772bd306c5c1956f67fcab I recently had the opportunity to try out the Killer Instinct Lumix 4x32 Ir-E Crossbow Scope. This black 1021 model was a great addition to my hunting gear, providing exceptional clarity thanks to its multicoated optics and 1-inch mono tube construction. The fast focus eyepiece is a game-changer, allowing me to quickly adjust my sight even when on the move. One feature that stood out was the illuminated cross-hair reticle, which came in both blue and red. It was perfect for low-light situations, making it easier for me to spot my target. I appreciated the adjustment click value of 0.5 inches at 100 yards, as it gave me accurate and consistent shot adjustments. However, there were a few downsides to this otherwise great scope. The exit pupil was smaller than I would have liked, making it a bit more challenging to see the cross-hair reticle at times. Additionally, the scope's weight was lighter than expected, which might not have been ideal for everyone. Overall, I'm happy with my experience using the Killer Instinct Lumix 4x32 Ir-E Crossbow Scope. It's a quality product with some small drawbacks, but its pros certainly outweigh the cons. If you're in the market for a reliable crossbow scope, this one is definitely worth considering. 🔗Compact Variable Multi-Reticle Crossbow Scope for 300-410 fps Shootinghttps://preview.redd.it/64o18sqq5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9cf6d4a72c35f5f3fdef50e5d03c437f74ca7b1d As a reviewer who's been using the Dead-Zone Scope from Excalibur, I can confidently say it's a game-changer for crossbow enthusiasts. This 32mm, 1" tube scope offers unparalleled light transmission and clarity that makes it an ideal choice for those who prefer the thrill of hunting. Its variable multi-reticle design suits crossbows shooting in the 300-410 fps range, providing a perfect fit even for experienced hunters. One of my favorite features is the bold crosshairs, which make it easy to sight in, even for us who don't have the sharpest eyesight. The scope provides a crystal-clear view, which has been essential in my hunting endeavors, hitting the bullseye consistently at 60 yards. Installation was a breeze, and the ease of adjusting the focus makes it a standout product. However, one thing that could be improved is the set screw. After a little mishap with the speed ring, it's proven to be a bit tricky to tighten back up. Apart from that, I wholeheartedly recommend this Dead-Zone Scope to anyone looking for an accurate and reliable companion on their hunting adventures. 🔗Vortex Recon T 15x50 Tactical Scope with 15x Magnificationhttps://preview.redd.it/8e1mu64r5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=dab6c7db86c65807fe0cf9f43ebe651ec8665a28 I recently had the pleasure of trying out the Vortex Recon T, a versatile attachment scope designed for field surveillance and range estimating. This compact tactical piece of equipment was easy to attach to my belt or strap for quick deployment, and it proved to be quite useful in a variety of situations. One of the standout features for me was the bright, sharp image it provided, even in low-light conditions. The 15x magnification and the 50mm objective lens diameter were perfect for capturing every detail I needed to see. I appreciated the easy-to-read distance measuring scale as well, which allowed for accurate approximations when targeting objects at varying distances. However, there were a couple of drawbacks I encountered while using the Recon T. The eye relief did require some adjustment on my part, as I found it a bit challenging to get just right for my comfort. Additionally, the objective lens size seemed a bit smaller than I expected, especially considering other Vortex binox models with larger lenses. Despite these minor drawbacks, I still found the Vortex Recon T to be an overall excellent product, well-suited for its intended purpose. If you're in the market for a reliable, powerful scope that's perfect for field surveillance and range estimating, this may be the one for you. 🔗Clear, Water-Repelling Rifle Scope with AR Coatinghttps://preview.redd.it/unp9plgr5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8bd521b134cc4b5a18423f5544144918547615ab I recently got my hands on the VerdePlus Lens 1 3/8 Multi Scope 2x from Feather Vision, and let me tell you, it's a game-changer. As a hunter, clarity and durability are key factors in my rifle scope choice, and this one definitely delivers. The Zeiss glass and AR coating make for a lens that is crystal clear, providing near-perfect light transmission. It even has water repelling qualities, ensuring my scope can handle the harsh outdoors without a hassle. The added bonus of repelling grease, dust, and fingerprints makes cleaning a breeze. This scope fits perfectly with my Viper target, specialty Pro target, and shrewd Mini mag scopes. I'm seriously impressed with this product's performance and would highly recommend it to any fellow hunter looking for a reliable and versatile rifle scope. 🔗Powerful Dual-Speed Digiscoping Scope with Extra Low Dispersion Lenshttps://preview.redd.it/924bp50s5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c8b41430fba8ef83beda6edc1793cf2b991d2b8c Recently, I had the chance to get my hands on the Knight PT 72mm f/6.0 Ed-Apo Photography Scope from Snypex. This digiscoping scope was a game changer for my photography, allowing me to capture stunning images with my DSLR camera. One of the standout features of this scope was the dual speed focuser. It made it incredibly easy to achieve precise focus, even in low-light conditions. The scope's focal length of 432mm and f-stop of f6.0 provided a beautiful and sharp image, which was especially noticeable when using the optional eyepiece. Moreover, the scope was built to last, with a durable white paint coating on its aluminum housing. The 1/4"-20 tripod mounts at both ends of the shoe made it easy to balance the weight, and the integrated dovetail plate was a handy addition for quick-release heads. However, I did encounter a minor issue when trying to attain focus on stars. Despite the scope's apochromatic doublet lens, I found that achieving proper focus was a bit challenging. Additionally, while the price was reasonable at $160, I noticed that it was listed for a much higher price on the product website. Overall, the Knight PT 72mm f/6.0 Ed-Apo Photography Scope from Snypex is a powerful and versatile tool for photography enthusiasts. With a few minor adjustments, it could become an exceptional choice for both digiscoping and spotting scopes. 🔗High-Quality AR Coated Claro Lens for Silver Rifle Scopeshttps://preview.redd.it/ymiep2cs5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=05be594f8823c378362ff6e2b4eaf73e1e70d229 Feather Vision Original Claro Lens is a game-changer for all those seeking precision and clarity in their shooting. I recently had the opportunity to try it with my Silver Rifle Scope, and I was blown away by its performance. With a perfect fit for a wide range of scopes, this lens is designed to enhance the user's experience. Its high-quality optical grade polycarbonate material, combined with an AR coating, makes it virtually indestructible. The 2x magnification provides a clear and crisp image, making it a great fit for both indoor and outdoor competitions. A user who has experienced issues with their eyesight highlighted the excellent visibility this lens offers. But, be prepared to have this feather-light, well-fitting lens become your go-to choice for all your shooting adventures. 🔗High Quality 6X Magnification Silver Rifle Scopehttps://preview.redd.it/h6oiy4ps5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1c8fb81a66db73514c45824ebe78f9b4258e3b1c As I held the Viper Scope Lens in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I've heard of its reputation for being a reliable and crystal-clear magnification for hunting enthusiasts. One of the first things that stood out to me was how easily it attached to my favorite Predator sight. The sleek silver finish matched perfectly, and I felt confident that I was making the right choice. Using the lens in the field, I noticed how the Zeiss coating made a significant difference in the clarity of the image I was seeing. The 6X magnification was perfect for spotting even the smallest details on my targets. However, I also noticed a slight issue with the lens's size, which made it a bit more challenging to maneuver around in tight spaces. Overall, the Viper Scope Lens lived up to its reputation for delivering clear and detailed images. But I did notice the size being a bit of a drawback, especially when navigating through dense foliage. Despite that, I'd still recommend it to anyone looking for an excellent magnification solution for their Silver Rifle Scope. 🔗Professional-Grade Compact Spotting Scope with Dual Focusing Mechanismhttps://preview.redd.it/xdk2472t5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2e607ebc922fa011d37f7d6e1093f07a74a127ac I recently had the pleasure of using the Leica APO-Televid Spotting Scope during a nature expedition. The scope's compactness didn't compromise its performance in any way - it delivered stunning color brilliance, contrast, and sharpness. What truly sets this spotting scope apart is its dual focusing mechanism, which allowed me to easily switch between focusing on distant objects and objects closer to me. The Leica APO-Televid's robust magnesium body, armed with a rubber exterior, proved to be a lifesaver during the challenging terrain we encountered. I didn't have to worry about the scope getting damaged, as it withstood the shocks without any issues. However, one drawback I noticed was the heaviness of the scope, which made carrying it for extended periods uncomfortable. Despite this minor inconvenience, the Leica APO-Televid Spotting Scope remains an excellent choice for demanding nature and wildlife observation scenarios. 🔗Shrewd Nomad Scope - Durable 35mm .019 RH Compact Riflescopehttps://preview.redd.it/v25f7lgt5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5b6ed2caf76e560aafff50180a77756dc49aeffe During my time as a hunter, I had the opportunity to test out the Shrewd Nomad Scope 35mm. With its sleek CNC machined 6061-T56 aluminum body, the scope truly stood out. One of my favorite features was the 0.012" throat, providing a minimum obstruction for the target. However, mounting this scope took a bit more effort than I anticipated - it required a 3/8" Shrewd scope rod. Adding to the overall experience was the variety of optional sunshades threaded into the front and rear of the scope that allowed me to make adjustments as needed. A nice touch were the three colored levels and sticks of fiber that came included, really adding a pinch of personalized flair. Nonetheless, it didn't come without its quirks - I had to get a 10-32 x 2 in order for it to securely mount. Overall, the Shrewd Nomad Scope 35mm was a well-made, durable tool for any hunting enthusiast. While there were a few hiccups along the way, the benefits certainly outweighed the inconveniences. I would definitely recommend it to other hunters looking for a high-quality scope that can withstand the test of time. 🔗High-Performance Leupold SX-5 Santiam HD Spotting Scopehttps://preview.redd.it/tj6abgtt5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=918188180209281817eb60a0ac2e4368e7aa7f9c I recently had the opportunity to use the Leupold SX-5 Santiam spotting scope for my outdoor adventures, and it exceeded my expectations. The first thing that caught my attention was the DiamondCoat 2 lens coating, which provided an incredibly clear and sharp image despite the sometimes harsh weather conditions. The Twilight Max HD Light Management system was another standout feature, making it easier to use during the golden hours of sunrise and sunset. The 27x to 55x variable magnification was versatile and allowed me to get a closer look at my surroundings. One feature that was particularly useful was the built-in retractable lens shade, which protected my eyes from stray light and provided a level of comfort when using the spotting scope for extended periods. The focus knob was user-friendly and easy to adjust, giving me more precision in capturing the perfect image. The spotting scope's 100% waterproof and fogproof construction reassured me that it would stand up to the elements and not lose its performance. The twist-up eye cup was a nice touch, and the built-in 1/4"-20 tpi threaded socket for tripod attachment made it easy to set up and use. While the eye piece adjuster was a bit too easy to turn, causing a minor frustration, overall, the Leupold SX-5 Santiam spotting scope delivered on its promise of high-performance and durability. If you're looking for a reliable and versatile spotting scope, this one is definitely worth considering. 🔗Easy-to-Use Mak60 Telescope for Stargazing Adventureshttps://preview.redd.it/mtnp4e9u5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=12e126e4b4d883d593b2377779ab07664c279a21 With the Sarblue Mak60 Catadioptric Compound Telescope, I've discovered a whole new world of stargazing. The powerful and compact design is perfect for both kids and astronomy beginners like myself. Its sharp crystal-clear views made it easy to spot the stars and planets, even with our bare eyes. I appreciate how the telescope reveals its internal workings, allowing me to understand how it functions. Although it's crucial to keep your fingers and the mirrors clean, it opened up a treasure trove of educational opportunities. I loved that this portable telescope is so easy to travel with, its compact size made it perfect for impromptu stargazing sessions. With the zoom ratio of 37.5 multiplier x, the clarity offered was simply astounding. All in all, the Sarblue Mak60 Catadioptric Compound Telescope has been a fantastic addition to our weekly astronomy adventures. Buyer's GuideIf you're looking for a 223 scope, you're likely in the market for a rifle scope designed to work with the popular 223 Remington ammunition. This type of scope is suitable for target shooting and hunting purposes, making it an essential accessory for any serious shooter. In this buyer's guide, we'll discuss the key features you should consider when choosing a 223 scope.MagnificationMagnification is a crucial factor when picking a 223 scope. The higher the magnification, the greater the accuracy and range you'll have. However, higher magnification can also lead to image instability and reduced clarity. Consider your shooting needs and the environments you'll be using the scope in when deciding on the right magnification for your 223 scope. https://preview.redd.it/l0u6rj4w5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f14d1973013c62bd02e718dcd964aca82cb2611f Objective Lens DiameterThe objective lens diameter is another important feature to consider. A larger objective lens allows for more light to enter the scope, which can improve image quality, especially in low-light conditions. However, a larger lens also adds weight and bulk to the scope. Striking a balance between light gathering and portability is essential when choosing a 223 scope.Reticle TypeReticles, also known as crosshairs, are essential for accurate long-range shooting. There are several types of reticles available, including mil-dot, BDC, and illuminated reticles. Each type has its advantages and considerations. Research the different reticle types and their applications to determine which one best suits your shooting requirements.Field of ViewField of view (FOV) refers to the width of the area that appears through the scope's eyepiece. A larger FOV makes it easier to locate targets, while a smaller FOV provides greater precision. Consider your shooting needs and the environment in which you'll be using your 223 scope when selecting the appropriate FOV. https://preview.redd.it/zctxqtjw5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e0262b4b176d016874e7ee6ea31aa77a13f0ac85 IlluminationIlluminated reticles can be a valuable feature, especially when shooting in low-light conditions. Some scopes have built-in illumination systems, while others may require additional accessories. Ensure your chosen 223 scope either has built-in illumination or that it's compatible with aftermarket illumination systems that meet your needs.Construction and DurabilityA high-quality 223 scope should be constructed from durable materials, such as aircraft-grade aluminum or titanium, and have a waterproof and fogproof design to ensure optimal performance in various environmental conditions. Investing in a well-built scope will provide you with years of reliable service.Warranty and Customer ServiceA reputable manufacturer will offer a reasonable warranty and have excellent customer support. Be sure to check the warranty terms and conditions before making your purchase, as they can vary greatly between manufacturers. Additionally, researching customer reviews and forums can provide valuable insight into a company's reliability and customer service. https://preview.redd.it/6ms3c87x5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=599a05a058eb2373d7583c048c33ded6b487280d Budget ConsiderationsHigh-end 223 scopes may provide superior features and performance, but they also come with a higher price tag. Determine your budget before shopping for a 223 scope, keeping in mind that investing in a quality scope can save you money in the long run through improved accuracy and durability.When purchasing a 223 scope, consider the magnification, objective lens diameter, reticle type, field of view, illumination, construction, warranty, and your budget. By researching these factors and understanding your shooting needs, you can find the perfect 223 scope to enhance your shooting experience. FAQWhat is a 223 scope?A 223 scope is a type of rifle scope designed for use with the. 223 Remington and. 556 NATO cartridges, which are commonly used in AR-style rifles. The scope is designed to provide accurate long-range firing capabilities for hunting, target shooting, and tactical use. https://preview.redd.it/a3xqzxjx5i3d1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=89394579bcefe5406433ca6c86411380e370641f What makes a 223 scope different from other scopes?A 223 scope is specifically designed for use with the. 223 Remington and. 556 NATO cartridges, which have higher velocity and flatter trajectory compared to other cartridges. This makes the scope well-suited for long-range shooting and hunting applications.What are the key features of a good 223 scope?
What are the benefits of using a 223 scope?Using a 223 scope offers several advantages, including increased accuracy and precision at extended ranges, improved sight radius, and the ability to engage multiple targets quickly and efficiently. Additionally, the scope is versatile and can be used for various shooting disciplines, making it a popular choice among shooters and hunters.What are some popular 223 scopes on the market?Some popular 223 scopes include the Vortex Strike Eagle, Nikon P-223, and the Burris AR332. These scopes are known for their high-quality optics, rugged construction, and affordability, making them excellent choices for both beginners and experienced shooters.How do I choose the right 223 scope for my rifle?Choosing the right 223 scope depends on several factors, including your shooting style, preferred range, and budget. Consider the scope's magnification capabilities, reticle style, and any additional features such as illumination. It is also essential to ensure the scope is compatible with your specific rifle model and mounting system.How do I install a 223 scope on my rifle?Installing a 223 scope on your rifle typically involves attaching the scope to a base or rail system on the rifle and adjusting the eye relief and windage. It is recommended to follow the manufacturer's instructions for proper installation and alignment of the scope on your rifle.As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. |
2024.05.29 22:59 MrsRobinson1234 Mysterious lesions on palms/fingers ~2 weeks
 | My partner (52M, southern US) has had these lesions on his palms/fingers for a little over 2 weeks now. My first thought was some kind of contact dermatitis, but they have not spread to any other areas of his body, and it seems like if he touched something two weeks ago, they would have gone away by now. The lesions are not itchy or painful; some are red, some are white and can be popped like pimples (which I can’t stop him from doing). We’ve tried leftover prescription steroid cream and various OTC moisturizers to no effect. Anyone have any ideas? submitted by MrsRobinson1234 to DermatologyQuestions [link] [comments] |
2024.05.29 18:33 Slabberdack Dealing with constant picking.
Picking scabs, boogers until you bleed, scalp, face picking... it's like I always need to be doing some sort of picking to calm myself. Idk if it's s common ADHD think or if I have something else going on with me.
It's annoying because I've had people call me out on it and I get so embarrassed. Especially with nose picking because I pick and pick until I get a ball of snot then just roll it on my fingers... it's like a compulsive need. I will also get real bad if I have a pimple because I will just scratch it off and am left with a red scar for months, or worse, break out even more because of it.
I recall doing this as early as 6 years old when I'd be in the back of the class and just scratching the flakes off my scalp when I would lose interest in the class lessons. Tell me I'm not alone in this.🥲
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It's annoying because I've had people call me out on it and I get so embarrassed. Especially with nose picking because I pick and pick until I get a ball of snot then just roll it on my fingers... it's like a compulsive need. I will also get real bad if I have a pimple because I will just scratch it off and am left with a red scar for months, or worse, break out even more because of it.
I recall doing this as early as 6 years old when I'd be in the back of the class and just scratching the flakes off my scalp when I would lose interest in the class lessons. Tell me I'm not alone in this.🥲
2024.05.28 13:46 mccainmw Skin Cancer (Scalp) Question - Prevention
Over the past few years I have gone through a stage that every 6-month dermatology check-up involves a few hits of liquid nitrogen and a 50/50 chance of a Mohs procedure (carcinomas). I've had (1) squamous removed from my temple and just got diagnosed with a third basal cell on my scalp. Of the previous two basal cells I now have a permanent bald spot (looks like a second "part" or "whorl") on the top corner of my head due to scarring (hair follicles died) and stretching of the scalp (it actually feels like a depression), and the second scar healed as a sore lump. The third, and most recent, that dermotologists originally thought was just a pimple/folliculitis, turned out to be basal cell after it didn't go away for 8 months and a precautionary biopsy was done...now I'm just waiting confirmation call from the clinic to look at scheduling removal. Fingers crossed this one actually results in a less noticeable scar (on the back of my head).
I suspect that during my next dermatology appointment they may find one more...currently being looked at and hit with liquid nitrogen to see how it responds. I'm now at the point where I'm paranoid everytime I feel a small bump or a spot of dead skin on my scalp. It is what it is, I guess, and I'm glad they are finding them as basal cells (and not worse), but I'd like to give my scalp a fighting chance so that continued skin cancer doesn't have to be "inevitable/automatic." Any recommendations of shampoos or other scalp products that can improve scalp health (not just hair) that I can either try OTC...or discuss with dermatologist?
submitted by mccainmw to DermatologyQuestions [link] [comments]
I suspect that during my next dermatology appointment they may find one more...currently being looked at and hit with liquid nitrogen to see how it responds. I'm now at the point where I'm paranoid everytime I feel a small bump or a spot of dead skin on my scalp. It is what it is, I guess, and I'm glad they are finding them as basal cells (and not worse), but I'd like to give my scalp a fighting chance so that continued skin cancer doesn't have to be "inevitable/automatic." Any recommendations of shampoos or other scalp products that can improve scalp health (not just hair) that I can either try OTC...or discuss with dermatologist?
2024.05.27 04:44 dollopofcurves Pregnancy acne
I just wanted to come on here and share something I wish I saw on Reddit during early pregnancy.
My skin broke out SO badly in the beginning of pregnancy. All different types of acne too, cystic, whiteheads, black heads, clogged pores. Mostly in the hormonal acne areas of the face (around my mouth, chin, a little on my cheeks), but even some big cystic pimples on my forehead. I was so upset, stressed, and self conscious about it. It was hard to be as excited about pregnancy as I wanted to be due to how bad my acne was because of it.
Anyway, I didn’t get a straight answer from any source about when it might improve or clear. So I wanted to share my experience. Now that I’m 17 weeks, my skin is starting to show signs of improvement! Breakouts are healing much more quickly, and I’m not getting big cystic acne anymore.
My point is, there IS light at the end of the tunnel for those still in the trenches of that crazy hormonal surge causing bad breakouts in early pregnancy!!!
I’ll continue to update as the weeks go on, where hopefully I see even more improvement.
Treatment advice based on my personal experience:
Don’t touch anything without a clear and obvious white head that’s ready to pop. And obviously wash hands before popping. Cover your fingers with clean tissues if you do pop. Wash face thoroughly after. Use a pregnancy safe spot treatment after and/or a pimple patch on a freshly popped spot. Trust me it will help flatten it so much and more quickly. If you are anything like me and the pregnancy breakouts were accompanied by extra extra extra oily skin, wash your face twice, twice daily. Two times in the AM consecutively, two times in the PM consecutively. Wash each time for a few minutes. It’s boring and time consuming but it really helps cleanse the skin and clear out oily pores that clog easily and lead to more acne. Don’t be too rough. Don’t wash to the point of stinging, burning or irritation. Just gently and thoroughly! Blot oily spots during the day with a clean tissue as needed. Avoid makeup when you can. Don’t try anything new unless you need to switch from unsafe pregnancy skincare to safe skincare. If your stuff is pregnancy safe, stick to what your skin knows and what’s worked for it before. It may not seem like anything is working, but you don’t want to risk trying new stuff that may make it worse at this time. This all may seem obvious, sorry, but if I can help anyone at all I’ll be happy 😌
Hang in there if you’re still struggling with bad breakouts. Easier said than done, I know… Everyone is different, but hopefully your hormones level out sometime in the 2nd trimester and you start to see improvement too!
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My skin broke out SO badly in the beginning of pregnancy. All different types of acne too, cystic, whiteheads, black heads, clogged pores. Mostly in the hormonal acne areas of the face (around my mouth, chin, a little on my cheeks), but even some big cystic pimples on my forehead. I was so upset, stressed, and self conscious about it. It was hard to be as excited about pregnancy as I wanted to be due to how bad my acne was because of it.
Anyway, I didn’t get a straight answer from any source about when it might improve or clear. So I wanted to share my experience. Now that I’m 17 weeks, my skin is starting to show signs of improvement! Breakouts are healing much more quickly, and I’m not getting big cystic acne anymore.
My point is, there IS light at the end of the tunnel for those still in the trenches of that crazy hormonal surge causing bad breakouts in early pregnancy!!!
I’ll continue to update as the weeks go on, where hopefully I see even more improvement.
Treatment advice based on my personal experience:
Don’t touch anything without a clear and obvious white head that’s ready to pop. And obviously wash hands before popping. Cover your fingers with clean tissues if you do pop. Wash face thoroughly after. Use a pregnancy safe spot treatment after and/or a pimple patch on a freshly popped spot. Trust me it will help flatten it so much and more quickly. If you are anything like me and the pregnancy breakouts were accompanied by extra extra extra oily skin, wash your face twice, twice daily. Two times in the AM consecutively, two times in the PM consecutively. Wash each time for a few minutes. It’s boring and time consuming but it really helps cleanse the skin and clear out oily pores that clog easily and lead to more acne. Don’t be too rough. Don’t wash to the point of stinging, burning or irritation. Just gently and thoroughly! Blot oily spots during the day with a clean tissue as needed. Avoid makeup when you can. Don’t try anything new unless you need to switch from unsafe pregnancy skincare to safe skincare. If your stuff is pregnancy safe, stick to what your skin knows and what’s worked for it before. It may not seem like anything is working, but you don’t want to risk trying new stuff that may make it worse at this time. This all may seem obvious, sorry, but if I can help anyone at all I’ll be happy 😌
Hang in there if you’re still struggling with bad breakouts. Easier said than done, I know… Everyone is different, but hopefully your hormones level out sometime in the 2nd trimester and you start to see improvement too!
2024.05.26 14:34 MessyMascara Does anyone experience self harm during this time?
I 34 F have not been diagnosed with PMDD but these Reddit posts are sounding all too familiar. When I say self harm I tend to bite down my nails on my hands until they bleed. I will literally dig into my cuticles thinking I’m pampering myself and then have to wear bandaids on at least 5 of my fingers. One time I decided to take off my acrylics (in the worst way) and could barely use my fingers for a week because of how badly bruised and sensitive they were. I do the same on my feet. I also will pick at any tiny bump or pimple on my body. I actually hate it, it’s not therapeutic at all.
Has anyone else experienced actions like this? I could really use some advice on how to be kinder to my body during these episodes.
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Has anyone else experienced actions like this? I could really use some advice on how to be kinder to my body during these episodes.
2024.05.25 23:49 BrujaSloth LASER
You’re tired of the beard hairs, and you want to get rid of it.
Maybe you’re tired of spackling a layer of Pixie Peach concealer over your top lip, your chin, your jaw, your neck. Maybe you’re tired of having to use a sewing needle or digging with sharp tweezers until one of those ingrown hairs, a member of a population sized a plethora, turning something no bigger than a pimple into an open wound.
Maybe the sight of a beard is just dysphoric, but you edge around the subject because your mom spends two hours every morning hunched over a mirror plucking her goatee clean. And what of her mom? That woman could grow a stache manlier than that sliver creeping under John Water’s upper lip. Because the rules of society dictate women shouldn’t have hair, especially not on the face because it makes men’s wieners soft, so it’s not news that women might obsess over those unsightly follicles. Is it dysphoria then, or a commo
But you decide, you decide anyway, in spite of the absolutely not unique feeling of disgust over facial hair, you’re going to LASER those fucking hairs off.
You first purchase six sessions from Groupon with your COVID relief check & eight month late unemployment check. It’s an hour and a half drive away, but you make the sojourn anyway, because it’s 20 minutes from the office you’re now working at. It’s not unpleasant, no worse than the LASER what scorched off that tattoo everyone but you hated. You miss that tattoo. There's progress. You can go out without makeup, without a mask, and not be so scared.
But you can’t afford it. The gas, the tip, the trip, the time. You stop going. The Groupon expires. The beard hair comes back. The ingrown hairs come back. The Pixie peach concealer comes back. You’re back at square one.
A year passes. A second year. Half of another year passes. You’re chomping on biotin gummies because your nails, they don’t break; they flake & shred. You stopped clipping them because they just come apart on their own. “LASER doesn’t work if you use biotin,” you read somewhere online. You google it, and no one can tell you why or how, just that it is so.
But that common anxiety returns. You wrecked your car but you got a big raise. You’re driving a beater now and it needs new tires, new brakes, new paint, new AC. So you can’t go far but you can afford more.
Why not local? “Try Milan!” someone said, but you look them up & they’re more than happy to tell how much money you’ll save, how they have financing options, but why aren’t the prices listed? Are they selling hair removal or are they selling loans? You decide rather decidedly the latter.
What about that other place, who did your tattoo removal? They’re a little pricey (compared to what, Milan won’t tell), but they’re local. Local’s good.
You go in wearing a mask nervous. You’re nervous. Not the mask, mask is sequined, and sequins are never nervous. You lay down on the chair. You tell her about the biotin. She shrugs, “it might take a few more sessions.” You decided you live with that answer.
And then ZAP. Ow. ZAP. Ow. ZAP. Ow.
It burns. You’ve had fillings & root canals & tooth extractions where the Novocain wore off but you were too polite to tell them to stop. You’ve had a dry socket, passed kidney stones, burnt the skin off your palm & fingers when you placed it in a stove top, and once smashed a thumb with a stamp press. But for a split second this is worse. You twitch as the LASER scorches each follicle on your upper lip. Tears are streaming down your cheek. “We’re using a different method, different wavelengths, so it might sting a little,” the tech explained before she got started. You’ve squeezed the life out of a stress ball.
Zap. Ow.
But as quick as it starts, it’s over. Your face is raw, sore, tender. The mask touches your skin, and it’s uncomfortable. You dream of sunburns.
The next day, each follicle is puffy, red & angry. You try to shave, but the razor can’t cut a single hair. Even as the irritation subsides, that shadow isn’t growing out but it sure as shit won’t get cut back. Then on day nine you notice a little black hair on your hand when you take your mask off. The next morning you wash your face and the hairs… they fall out. Your face is smooth and a wave of relief washed over you.
The next session goes smoother. The next one after that. And the one after that. It’s the day before the next session, and you don’t even wear a mask, not even makeup, and no one notices. No one notices.
LASER, fuck yeah!
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Maybe you’re tired of spackling a layer of Pixie Peach concealer over your top lip, your chin, your jaw, your neck. Maybe you’re tired of having to use a sewing needle or digging with sharp tweezers until one of those ingrown hairs, a member of a population sized a plethora, turning something no bigger than a pimple into an open wound.
Maybe the sight of a beard is just dysphoric, but you edge around the subject because your mom spends two hours every morning hunched over a mirror plucking her goatee clean. And what of her mom? That woman could grow a stache manlier than that sliver creeping under John Water’s upper lip. Because the rules of society dictate women shouldn’t have hair, especially not on the face because it makes men’s wieners soft, so it’s not news that women might obsess over those unsightly follicles. Is it dysphoria then, or a commo
But you decide, you decide anyway, in spite of the absolutely not unique feeling of disgust over facial hair, you’re going to LASER those fucking hairs off.
You first purchase six sessions from Groupon with your COVID relief check & eight month late unemployment check. It’s an hour and a half drive away, but you make the sojourn anyway, because it’s 20 minutes from the office you’re now working at. It’s not unpleasant, no worse than the LASER what scorched off that tattoo everyone but you hated. You miss that tattoo. There's progress. You can go out without makeup, without a mask, and not be so scared.
But you can’t afford it. The gas, the tip, the trip, the time. You stop going. The Groupon expires. The beard hair comes back. The ingrown hairs come back. The Pixie peach concealer comes back. You’re back at square one.
A year passes. A second year. Half of another year passes. You’re chomping on biotin gummies because your nails, they don’t break; they flake & shred. You stopped clipping them because they just come apart on their own. “LASER doesn’t work if you use biotin,” you read somewhere online. You google it, and no one can tell you why or how, just that it is so.
But that common anxiety returns. You wrecked your car but you got a big raise. You’re driving a beater now and it needs new tires, new brakes, new paint, new AC. So you can’t go far but you can afford more.
Why not local? “Try Milan!” someone said, but you look them up & they’re more than happy to tell how much money you’ll save, how they have financing options, but why aren’t the prices listed? Are they selling hair removal or are they selling loans? You decide rather decidedly the latter.
What about that other place, who did your tattoo removal? They’re a little pricey (compared to what, Milan won’t tell), but they’re local. Local’s good.
You go in wearing a mask nervous. You’re nervous. Not the mask, mask is sequined, and sequins are never nervous. You lay down on the chair. You tell her about the biotin. She shrugs, “it might take a few more sessions.” You decided you live with that answer.
And then ZAP. Ow. ZAP. Ow. ZAP. Ow.
It burns. You’ve had fillings & root canals & tooth extractions where the Novocain wore off but you were too polite to tell them to stop. You’ve had a dry socket, passed kidney stones, burnt the skin off your palm & fingers when you placed it in a stove top, and once smashed a thumb with a stamp press. But for a split second this is worse. You twitch as the LASER scorches each follicle on your upper lip. Tears are streaming down your cheek. “We’re using a different method, different wavelengths, so it might sting a little,” the tech explained before she got started. You’ve squeezed the life out of a stress ball.
Zap. Ow.
But as quick as it starts, it’s over. Your face is raw, sore, tender. The mask touches your skin, and it’s uncomfortable. You dream of sunburns.
The next day, each follicle is puffy, red & angry. You try to shave, but the razor can’t cut a single hair. Even as the irritation subsides, that shadow isn’t growing out but it sure as shit won’t get cut back. Then on day nine you notice a little black hair on your hand when you take your mask off. The next morning you wash your face and the hairs… they fall out. Your face is smooth and a wave of relief washed over you.
The next session goes smoother. The next one after that. And the one after that. It’s the day before the next session, and you don’t even wear a mask, not even makeup, and no one notices. No one notices.
LASER, fuck yeah!
2024.05.25 23:33 Inside-Suspect9683 my top anti-picking advice 💖💖
i’ve always struggled with dermatillomania. i can remember every detail when i popped my very first pimple, like it’s pretty intense. especially when college started i would have extreme episodes of zoning out into a mirror for hours and hours and when i realize my face is stinging, bright red, bloody wounds everywhere, i know how horrible the shame is. having to wear lots of makeup to cover it up, trust me i get it all. i mostly struggle with my face but i’ve also been bad with my bikini area as well as my fingers. don’t even allow me near nail clippers man. toes will be bleeding. ALL THAT TO SAY you are not alone and it does get better so here’s my top tips!! - since it’s worst when i’m stressed, i try to recognize being overwhelmed and fix that before fixing my skin/urge to pick. calm myself down, distract myself, anything to fix the problem at the root. if i come home from a long day and my adderall still has me wired, i try to use that hyper focus on something else - if i’ve been having a lot of picking episodes and i am scared to have another, i put all mirrors away. cover them, put them face down, this is LIFE CHANGING - throwing away my picking tools. yes i may need to tweeze my eyebrows, but it’s more important for me to heal my relationship with skin picking. if you can’t stop picking up the tools, throw them away. - acrylics/painted nails. this is good for cuticle picking and face picking because long nails are flimsier and i can’t pick as easily - OIL/NEOSPORIN. slugging my face/bikini area/fingers/toes helps so much. i’ll slather lotion or antibiotic cream on the area as soon as im out of the shower and the skin being oily makes it impossible to pick. feel free to leave more ideas or questions 💖 a lot of this disorder revolves shame and guilt but i want you to know your physical body is not your worth at all. self control is achievable over time and work but we can all make progress no matter how little
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2024.05.25 22:12 The-Mr-E Walk Me Home: Dating a Monster Girl - Part 14 - Sleeping Giant 😴
SYNOPSIS: Walking your OP monster girlfriend home is easy. No one messes with you. Getting back to your house on your own? That's the tricky part.
Amy gets an unexpected call from the prime minister. That's ... good, right? (Nervous sweating).
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Beatrice Barton, A.K.A. ‘Momma Bar’. She prided herself on her image as strict but warmly motherly figure. However, as far as prime ministers went, Beatrice was built different. She was the only woman Amy knew who was more physically imposing than her mother. Beatrice often boasted of her time in the army. She had more than enough bulk to prove it.
Amy recalled when the parliament was in uproar over one of Beatrice’s more controversial moves. Sure, Sargasa was a colony of Barbados, but she tended to step in and yank the chain of command from its government at any given time. “Thoughtless, shameless and overbearing!” That’s what the Sargasan president called it.
For a while, the woman sat quietly, taking in the criticism with indifference. Finally, she got up, calmly walked to the main entrance and locked the door. Flabbergasted into silence, most of the other politicians didn’t know how to react. Those who did tested the other exits and realised they too were locked. Standing before them all, Beatrice cracked her girthy neck and gargantuan knuckles. Then came her iconic bellow.
She said it while smiling, while being the only politician without a single bruise. The others weren’t so lucky. Broken bones abounded. The president was little more than a cocoon of casts propped up in the hospital. It looked like someone would need to step in and pick up the slack! She was willing to make the sacrifice.
Weeks later, a viral video surfaced. Supposedly, it was footage of The Incident, captured on a smartphone. Making heads or tails of the chaos was difficult. The feminine form at the forefront of it all moved too fast. Bodies went flying as she bowled through several people at a time. The camera couldn’t keep up, but it caught the moment when the president was yeeted across the room from offscreen. Then a massive, meaty hand reached for the phone.
The video ended there.
When asked to comment, Beatrice chuckled. It was an amusing little CGI animation, she claimed. No one could move that fast, or hurl people across a room. That was long before The Night Shift, after all.
Reporters interviewed the only politician with a crushed hand, conspicuously missing his smartphone. His silence was loud. It’d take a crowbar to pry open his lips.
Calling Beatrice queen of the girl bosses would be an insult. She was no mere ‘girl’. That’s how Amy once saw it, but Amy’s perspective had shifted since then. Now? Beatrice Barton was on her phone screen, staring her in the face. Or … was she? A glance confirmed that the camera was on. Yup. Amy explicitly remembered turning it off before answering the call. Somehow, that hadn’t made a difference.
Eyes wide, stock still, Amy stared back at Beatrice. She felt small. Ironic, since she was bigger than a house.
“GMM!!!”
In the distance, Amy heard the hunting cries of what sounded like an eyescraper. Ordinarily, she’d rush out there to deal with the pest, but the person before her riveted all attention.
Beatrice frowned. “Sweetheart, I can’t see your face.”
“P-pardon me?” Amy stammered.
Wasn’t the camera on? Oh, right … another glance revealed that although she did show up in the tiny corner screen, her features were blurred. It was that passive ability to mess up footage of herself. Amy mostly used it so that her mother couldn’t identify her on the news. Oftentimes, it was a nervous reflex. She almost always used it in public … and near open windows. How did Beatrice even know she could turn it off? What else did Beatrice know? Had she found out what Amy did to the agents?
The Prime Minister frowned. She was growing impatient.
Amy dropped the self-censorship filter. Her hair tendrils wrung each other nervously.
Beatrice scrutinised her for a moment. “Hm. You’re very pretty.”
“Oh, um … thank you, Honourable Beatrice Barton,” Amy replied.
Beatrice had a way of saying things. It was the holy grail of political charisma. Amy felt compelled her to drink up the complement. It was a far cry from the constant suspicion and discrimination of being a monster. However, Amy was well aware of ‘Momma Bar’s Honey’. Sometimes, it came before ‘The Bar Trap’.
“Please, call me Beatrice … or Momma Bar. Whichever suits you,” Beatrice chuckled. “I must say, I’m impressed with your work. Single-handedly taking on the night, despite rampant ingratitude? You could be alone, despised by everyone, and you’ll still do the right thing. It’s a testament of what a strong woman can be. I suspect we may have a new national hero in the near future, because frankly, you are mine.”
Amy swallowed her giddiness. “Wow, I … appreciate that, but I don’t need any special recognition.”
“I admire your humility, but this isn’t a matter of ego,” stated Beatrice. “There are many who still don’t know what you do for them. You don’t deserve to walk the streets under verbal assault born of ignorance. It’s time for people to learn the truth. In light of recent incidents, your P.R. could use some help.”
Amy had a sinking feeling. “What incidents?”
Rather than answering, Beatrice sent a slideshow of images across the screen. Amy perused them with confusion. Then her tendrils stopped moving. The rosy avatar paled close to white. Disgust and horror plastered on her face. Tears fell. Beatrice studied her every reaction intensely.
The slideshow ended, but Amy’s glazed eyes remained. The pounding in her chest and rapid breaths slowly subsided, even if she didn’t have a heart or functional lungs.
“What … was that?” Amy asked, her voice ragged and small.
“You should recognise the signs,” Beatrice stated. “It’s the work of an A.M.E.”
“A.M.E.s don’t operate like this,” Amy argued. “Th-they’re efficient, but not smart. This was a systematic massacre ...”
“Precisely,” Beatrice declared with the air of a ‘gotcha’. “No one even saw this A.M.E. before it struck. You’re the only one capable of this.”
Amy quailed. “I … I would never-! Th-that’s not my colour!”
“The public doesn’t know that,” Beatrice stated. “You just demonstrated the ability to change colour too, and that hunger of yours ... We’re keeping this under wraps. My agents are investigating the matter. Speaking of my agents … well, never mind for now. In the meantime, why don’t you collaborate with us? Prove that you’re on Sargasa’s side. With our intel and your capabilities, we could do a lot of good. We could find the monster responsible.”
Amy was still reeling. The Prime Minister had handed her a lifeline: the only lifeline. She raised her chin in the beginning of a nod.
“Classic Bar Trap,” Pseudo Mom declared, stepping into view with her arms folded. “Create a scenario in which there’s no way forward except your outstretched hand. Assuming those images were genuine, it truly is a tragedy, but you will not weaponise them to bring my daughter into your orbit.”
Beatrice blinked, staring down the new arrival. A shadow of a smile twitched at her lips.
“Amy … did you assimilate your mother?” she asked.
Amy paled again. “No! She’s just a figment, like an imaginary friend! That’s something I can do now!”
“A.M.E.s aren’t known to do that,” Beatrice calmly countered. “They mimic their victims.”
“But my mother’s not even in the city!” Amy reasoned.
Beatrice raised a finger. “Ah, but how can we know for certain? She’s made multiple declarations of intent on social media to find a way through the quarantine dome. What’s to say she didn’t somehow succeed, and your instincts ran their course? After all, A.M.E.s target the loved ones of their victims. We must check on her whereabouts. If she cannot be found in the outside world, well …”
It wasn’t blatant, but Amy saw the signs. Beatrice was practically drooling.
She had her.
The world seemed to slow as Amy’s mind accelerated. She spawned an avatar outside. Rain, falling in slow motion … she’d never seen that before. Individual raindrops were clearly visible. They weren’t shaped like tears, but glassy little spheres. She didn’t have time to marvel, though.
In the garden, she found The Predator sitting under the flamboyant tree, sulking. Its hair tentacles hung limply, drenched and dripping. The sight brought to mind a puppy in the rain.
Amy almost felt bad for her.
“Help me, you filthy animal!” demanded Amy.
Not bad enough, apparently.
“Beatrice Barton’s threatening Mom! Closing the ‘Bar Trap’ on me … o-on us!” Amy explained.
A smile slinked across The Predator’s face. “Well, well, well, look whose come crawling back. I’d rather watch you stew in your own juice.”
“Grrrrrr, OM NOM!” blurted an agitated Amy.
The Predator raised an eyebrow. “Excuse you?”
Amy grappled The Predator. Her hair engulfed its head in a feeding frenzy.
“OM NOM-NOM-NOM!”
With its head gone, Amy squeezed what remained of its body into herself. They became one.
Amy paused for a milli-second to think about what she’d done. Was it necessary? Not really. Subsuming The Predator was like swallowing her own saliva. Why was she so weird? Oh well. The deed was done.
Inside the house, Amy’s panic drained away. Old thought processes geared up like the engines of a great, terrible machine. It felt good to be back. So, so good. She knew what she had to do. First, she set the conversation to ‘save’.
Beatrice sensed the change. She looked Amy up and down as though trying to spot what had happened. The woman wouldn’t find it until too late. One of Amy’s tentacles slithered under the phone, seeking out any anomalies. It found a dedicated surveillance program and deleted it. Then it sifted through other apps, shutting down functions that could be used to spy. Her aerosol constructed several optical organs outside, monitoring the area omnidirectionally.
“I understand what you’re trying to do,” Amy declared coolly. “Projecting the illusion of control is a big deal, especially now. The eyes of the Caribbean are upon you. What would they do to you if you bungled this debacle? You can’t have someone like me running around without a leash, but honey, trust me, sometimes it’s best to let sleeping giants lie.”
Now, it was Beatrice who paled: quite a feat, with her dark complexion. Amy soaked it up: the sweet smell of fear. To think, she’d made Momma Bear balk. It was a delicious thought.
Beatrice gave an inconspicuous nod to someone offscreen.
Amy sensed a hidden program come to life. It tried to delete the conversation and wipe the phone. Her hair tendril snatched it out of the software. Several viruses leapt through her data to fulfil the same purpose. She snapped them up too. It was a good thing she’d consumed some memories with software expertise.
When the phone didn’t die, Beatrice’s eyes bulged. She fumed.
Amy chuckled.
Her optical organs picked up something incoming, fast. The biomass atmosphere caught it like a net. It seeped inside to touch and taste the payload.
Oh, how interesting.
She floated the object in through the window: a half-a-metre missile once aimed at her room. The thing would have flown right in.
Amy spotted the drone plane that launched it. Time to retort. Aerosol biomass condensed to a node, which blossomed into a solid construct. Neon arteries, organs and a structural shell came together to form the sleek, long object. It could be taken for an exotically complex floral bulb the size of two cars. Gill-like structures on its underside sucked and compressed air. As it floated above the house, tracing the plane’s path, its purpose became clear.
A big gun.
A pressurised blast of air tore from its muzzle. The rain scattered behind it as it ejected a wider, backwards blast to remain in place. The atmospheric round ripped through the sky with a thunderous roar.
Bullseye.
It crashed through the drone. A wing flew off. Down came the multi-million dollar aircraft in a ball of fire. If she’d estimated correctly, no one really lived at the crash site.
Amy returned her attention to the missile. Her aerokinesis carried it into her hands.
Amy ran her claws along it. “Apologies for the distraction. Some idiot was lobbing firecrackers.”
Beatrice smirked.
The missile detonated.
The blast stopped, a broiling ball of dull, sickly moon-yellow. It hovered over her claws, bubbling and surging against aerotelekinesis. It wasn’t easy to hold it at bay and look like she wasn’t even trying. Her entire biomass clenched to get the job done. There were better ways to contain the blast, but it was as she’d said: the illusion of control was important. It had to seem like no big deal.
Amy looked oh so smug about herself.
Beatrice looked about ready to scream.
Ordinarily, the flash of an explosive might have messed her up. Luckily, it didn’t blow up as brightly as a regular bomb. It was a ‘dim bomb,’ a biochemical explosive no doubt harvested from certain nyctals. Had it destroyed her house, it would look like a monster attack. The missile was launched at her phone, though. It’s trajectory was surprisingly accurate. The goal was to destroy the evidence. They weren’t trying to kill her.
Yet.
Amy caressed the blast. There was a child-like part of her that gawked at the deed. She was touching an explosion!
Alright, enough fun.
Amy gripped it with both hands and squeezed. Her aerotelekinesis strained and compressed the blast into an angry ball the size of an apple.
Hmm … there was an idea!
Amy moved it to her mouth, suppressing second thoughts. She bit into it. The taste was like the smell of toe jam. Amy pretended not to notice. Her aerosol smothered and absorbed the explosive energy as she chewed. Once it was inert, she absorbed the residual chemicals. Amy polished it off, dusted her claws and beamed at Beatrice.
How boring. The Prime Minister had reigned in her emotions, feigning deadpan unamusement.
“Let me be perfectly clear,” Beatrice declared. “You assaulted agents. You stole confidential information, and shot down a 15-million-dollar aircraft. Any one of those is enough to bury you, and here you are, doing parlour tricks.”
Amy blinked innocently. “Agents? You mean dem fellas I caught snooping on my property? Oh, I had to know who they were, so I rifled through their memories. It turns out that one of them knew a little too much. You should handle your secrets more carefully.”
“Which is why you consumed him,” stated Beatrice.
“Quit jumping to conclusions. He’s safe. From you,” Amy chirped. “The last time we chatted, he had a nice little dead man’s switch. Touch him, me, or my loved ones, and everyone finds out what you did to this country.”
Beatrice’s face wrinkled. “Loved ones? Is that what they are to you?”
“GMMGM!!!”
That eyescraper in the distance again. With The Predator’s mental clarity, Amy had some breathing room to actually think about it. Maybe she should call Norman, check on him. She moved a claw to hang up.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” growled Beatrice.
Amy giggled. How on Earth did that woman know she was going to hang up? Hidden cameras, probably. Her biomass swept the room, finding and crushing them.
Beatrice went off on a tangent. Threats, ultimatums, the whole shebang. Amy was only half paying attention. She thought back a bit. ‘Loved ones’? In this state of mind, did she really love Norman? Well, he was attractive. Moreover, he was fascinating. Irresistibly fascinating. In a world of chess pieces, Norman was the only one that moved on its own, that could disappear and reappear behind her. Instead of a back stab, he’d tap her on the shoulder and say: “Hey. What are you doing? Stap.” If that didn’t work, he’d move her. He didn’t let go his morals to match her wits. Somehow, that didn’t make him weak or stupid.
She could bare her fangs, dripping saliva and viscera.
He’d still boop her on the nose.
Irresistible.
She wanted to see what he could do, how far he could go. If anything happened to him, ‘anything’ would be in for a bad day. He was hers. Did that mean she felt warm and fuzzy about him? No. Would she cry for him? No. Not in this state.
In other words, she’d made no progress at all.
Amy pushed a little affection into her thoughts about Norman. She smiled fondly. Love was a doing word. She loved him because she chose to love him.
It was easy to forget: Beatrice was still talking.
“I’m sorry. Were you saying something, Honey Bar?” Amy interrupted far too casually.
Beatrice looked as though she’d reach through the screen and throttle Amy. Then an aide whispered something into her ear. Her anger evaporated. She actually seemed pleased.
Amy didn’t like that.
Beatrice appraised her. “Look at you, back chatting Momma Bar. Word of advice: if you want to run with the big dogs, work your way up. Start small, like managing your boyfriend a bit better.”
“He doesn’t need managing,” Amy dismissed.
Her expression remained indifferent, but her hue deepened from raspberry to blood-red. Her coloured atmosphere reflected the change. Predatory pupils appeared in her eyes. Hair tentacles curved around the phone like jaws poised to close in. The video feed warped and flickered ominously as Amy’s tentacles nipped at the signal. Beatrice ignored it. In fact, it made her look and sound all the more m̷͕̗̅̾ë̵̲́͠ǹ̶̾ac̴͔̬̗̏̃iṇ̶̑g.
“Reã̴̡̫̭͆͂͑lly? Then where is he nǫ̵̠͍̈́͆́͠ͅw?” Beatrice leant forward. “Why didn’t he call you? Do you think you will seẹ̴́ him again? It’s a dangerous cit-”
Amy hung up.
She shot through the window. The house shook, almost imploded. Loose objects flew about inside it as she dragged her biomass from within. Gale-force wind battered the garden.
Up into the sky she flew, scanning the city. The rain limited visibility. Her biomass configured massive, sensory organs like spiraling satellite dishes decked with eyes. They pierced the downpour, seeing and listening. She noticed several peeping buildings and eyescrapers on the move. They appeared to be coordinated.
Landlords.
Amy picked the largest, leading building and zoomed towards it. She moved through the streets like a ravening storm. Cars overturned and tumbled. Streetlights surged and exploded as she yanked away their energy. Vicious nyctals saw her coming, cowered, fled and hid. She wasn’t there for them. Not yet.
Like a crimson star burning through the night, she blazed forth at the forefront of her biomass. At a distance, her atmosphere’s outline could be seen. No longer was it a mere amorphous aerosol. It swam through the air like a jellyfish. Ethereal tentacles the size of streets wedged between buildings to pull it forward faster.
Then her biomass thinned.
Her winds died down. She melded with the night. Amid the cloak of heavy rain, she was a nearly imperceptible presence.
They would never see her coming.
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Amy gets an unexpected call from the prime minister. That's ... good, right? (Nervous sweating).
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Beatrice Barton, A.K.A. ‘Momma Bar’. She prided herself on her image as strict but warmly motherly figure. However, as far as prime ministers went, Beatrice was built different. She was the only woman Amy knew who was more physically imposing than her mother. Beatrice often boasted of her time in the army. She had more than enough bulk to prove it.
Amy recalled when the parliament was in uproar over one of Beatrice’s more controversial moves. Sure, Sargasa was a colony of Barbados, but she tended to step in and yank the chain of command from its government at any given time. “Thoughtless, shameless and overbearing!” That’s what the Sargasan president called it.
For a while, the woman sat quietly, taking in the criticism with indifference. Finally, she got up, calmly walked to the main entrance and locked the door. Flabbergasted into silence, most of the other politicians didn’t know how to react. Those who did tested the other exits and realised they too were locked. Standing before them all, Beatrice cracked her girthy neck and gargantuan knuckles. Then came her iconic bellow.
“WE GINE DO THIS LIKE BRITISH!”
Officially, what happened next was only hearsay. She claimed Sargasa had its first bout of legislative violence: a total free for all. Tensions were high and one thing led to another. She firmly believed the Sargasan government was better than this, quick to learn from its mistakes and move on. Most importantly, it would never. Happen. Again.She said it while smiling, while being the only politician without a single bruise. The others weren’t so lucky. Broken bones abounded. The president was little more than a cocoon of casts propped up in the hospital. It looked like someone would need to step in and pick up the slack! She was willing to make the sacrifice.
Weeks later, a viral video surfaced. Supposedly, it was footage of The Incident, captured on a smartphone. Making heads or tails of the chaos was difficult. The feminine form at the forefront of it all moved too fast. Bodies went flying as she bowled through several people at a time. The camera couldn’t keep up, but it caught the moment when the president was yeeted across the room from offscreen. Then a massive, meaty hand reached for the phone.
The video ended there.
When asked to comment, Beatrice chuckled. It was an amusing little CGI animation, she claimed. No one could move that fast, or hurl people across a room. That was long before The Night Shift, after all.
Reporters interviewed the only politician with a crushed hand, conspicuously missing his smartphone. His silence was loud. It’d take a crowbar to pry open his lips.
Calling Beatrice queen of the girl bosses would be an insult. She was no mere ‘girl’. That’s how Amy once saw it, but Amy’s perspective had shifted since then. Now? Beatrice Barton was on her phone screen, staring her in the face. Or … was she? A glance confirmed that the camera was on. Yup. Amy explicitly remembered turning it off before answering the call. Somehow, that hadn’t made a difference.
Eyes wide, stock still, Amy stared back at Beatrice. She felt small. Ironic, since she was bigger than a house.
“GMM!!!”
In the distance, Amy heard the hunting cries of what sounded like an eyescraper. Ordinarily, she’d rush out there to deal with the pest, but the person before her riveted all attention.
Beatrice frowned. “Sweetheart, I can’t see your face.”
“P-pardon me?” Amy stammered.
Wasn’t the camera on? Oh, right … another glance revealed that although she did show up in the tiny corner screen, her features were blurred. It was that passive ability to mess up footage of herself. Amy mostly used it so that her mother couldn’t identify her on the news. Oftentimes, it was a nervous reflex. She almost always used it in public … and near open windows. How did Beatrice even know she could turn it off? What else did Beatrice know? Had she found out what Amy did to the agents?
The Prime Minister frowned. She was growing impatient.
Amy dropped the self-censorship filter. Her hair tendrils wrung each other nervously.
Beatrice scrutinised her for a moment. “Hm. You’re very pretty.”
“Oh, um … thank you, Honourable Beatrice Barton,” Amy replied.
Beatrice had a way of saying things. It was the holy grail of political charisma. Amy felt compelled her to drink up the complement. It was a far cry from the constant suspicion and discrimination of being a monster. However, Amy was well aware of ‘Momma Bar’s Honey’. Sometimes, it came before ‘The Bar Trap’.
“Please, call me Beatrice … or Momma Bar. Whichever suits you,” Beatrice chuckled. “I must say, I’m impressed with your work. Single-handedly taking on the night, despite rampant ingratitude? You could be alone, despised by everyone, and you’ll still do the right thing. It’s a testament of what a strong woman can be. I suspect we may have a new national hero in the near future, because frankly, you are mine.”
Amy swallowed her giddiness. “Wow, I … appreciate that, but I don’t need any special recognition.”
“I admire your humility, but this isn’t a matter of ego,” stated Beatrice. “There are many who still don’t know what you do for them. You don’t deserve to walk the streets under verbal assault born of ignorance. It’s time for people to learn the truth. In light of recent incidents, your P.R. could use some help.”
Amy had a sinking feeling. “What incidents?”
Rather than answering, Beatrice sent a slideshow of images across the screen. Amy perused them with confusion. Then her tendrils stopped moving. The rosy avatar paled close to white. Disgust and horror plastered on her face. Tears fell. Beatrice studied her every reaction intensely.
The slideshow ended, but Amy’s glazed eyes remained. The pounding in her chest and rapid breaths slowly subsided, even if she didn’t have a heart or functional lungs.
“What … was that?” Amy asked, her voice ragged and small.
“You should recognise the signs,” Beatrice stated. “It’s the work of an A.M.E.”
“A.M.E.s don’t operate like this,” Amy argued. “Th-they’re efficient, but not smart. This was a systematic massacre ...”
“Precisely,” Beatrice declared with the air of a ‘gotcha’. “No one even saw this A.M.E. before it struck. You’re the only one capable of this.”
Amy quailed. “I … I would never-! Th-that’s not my colour!”
“The public doesn’t know that,” Beatrice stated. “You just demonstrated the ability to change colour too, and that hunger of yours ... We’re keeping this under wraps. My agents are investigating the matter. Speaking of my agents … well, never mind for now. In the meantime, why don’t you collaborate with us? Prove that you’re on Sargasa’s side. With our intel and your capabilities, we could do a lot of good. We could find the monster responsible.”
Amy was still reeling. The Prime Minister had handed her a lifeline: the only lifeline. She raised her chin in the beginning of a nod.
“Classic Bar Trap,” Pseudo Mom declared, stepping into view with her arms folded. “Create a scenario in which there’s no way forward except your outstretched hand. Assuming those images were genuine, it truly is a tragedy, but you will not weaponise them to bring my daughter into your orbit.”
Beatrice blinked, staring down the new arrival. A shadow of a smile twitched at her lips.
“Amy … did you assimilate your mother?” she asked.
Amy paled again. “No! She’s just a figment, like an imaginary friend! That’s something I can do now!”
“A.M.E.s aren’t known to do that,” Beatrice calmly countered. “They mimic their victims.”
“But my mother’s not even in the city!” Amy reasoned.
Beatrice raised a finger. “Ah, but how can we know for certain? She’s made multiple declarations of intent on social media to find a way through the quarantine dome. What’s to say she didn’t somehow succeed, and your instincts ran their course? After all, A.M.E.s target the loved ones of their victims. We must check on her whereabouts. If she cannot be found in the outside world, well …”
It wasn’t blatant, but Amy saw the signs. Beatrice was practically drooling.
She had her.
The world seemed to slow as Amy’s mind accelerated. She spawned an avatar outside. Rain, falling in slow motion … she’d never seen that before. Individual raindrops were clearly visible. They weren’t shaped like tears, but glassy little spheres. She didn’t have time to marvel, though.
In the garden, she found The Predator sitting under the flamboyant tree, sulking. Its hair tentacles hung limply, drenched and dripping. The sight brought to mind a puppy in the rain.
Amy almost felt bad for her.
“Help me, you filthy animal!” demanded Amy.
Not bad enough, apparently.
“Beatrice Barton’s threatening Mom! Closing the ‘Bar Trap’ on me … o-on us!” Amy explained.
A smile slinked across The Predator’s face. “Well, well, well, look whose come crawling back. I’d rather watch you stew in your own juice.”
“Grrrrrr, OM NOM!” blurted an agitated Amy.
The Predator raised an eyebrow. “Excuse you?”
Amy grappled The Predator. Her hair engulfed its head in a feeding frenzy.
“OM NOM-NOM-NOM!”
With its head gone, Amy squeezed what remained of its body into herself. They became one.
Amy paused for a milli-second to think about what she’d done. Was it necessary? Not really. Subsuming The Predator was like swallowing her own saliva. Why was she so weird? Oh well. The deed was done.
Inside the house, Amy’s panic drained away. Old thought processes geared up like the engines of a great, terrible machine. It felt good to be back. So, so good. She knew what she had to do. First, she set the conversation to ‘save’.
Beatrice sensed the change. She looked Amy up and down as though trying to spot what had happened. The woman wouldn’t find it until too late. One of Amy’s tentacles slithered under the phone, seeking out any anomalies. It found a dedicated surveillance program and deleted it. Then it sifted through other apps, shutting down functions that could be used to spy. Her aerosol constructed several optical organs outside, monitoring the area omnidirectionally.
“I understand what you’re trying to do,” Amy declared coolly. “Projecting the illusion of control is a big deal, especially now. The eyes of the Caribbean are upon you. What would they do to you if you bungled this debacle? You can’t have someone like me running around without a leash, but honey, trust me, sometimes it’s best to let sleeping giants lie.”
Now, it was Beatrice who paled: quite a feat, with her dark complexion. Amy soaked it up: the sweet smell of fear. To think, she’d made Momma Bear balk. It was a delicious thought.
Beatrice gave an inconspicuous nod to someone offscreen.
Amy sensed a hidden program come to life. It tried to delete the conversation and wipe the phone. Her hair tendril snatched it out of the software. Several viruses leapt through her data to fulfil the same purpose. She snapped them up too. It was a good thing she’d consumed some memories with software expertise.
When the phone didn’t die, Beatrice’s eyes bulged. She fumed.
Amy chuckled.
Her optical organs picked up something incoming, fast. The biomass atmosphere caught it like a net. It seeped inside to touch and taste the payload.
Oh, how interesting.
She floated the object in through the window: a half-a-metre missile once aimed at her room. The thing would have flown right in.
Amy spotted the drone plane that launched it. Time to retort. Aerosol biomass condensed to a node, which blossomed into a solid construct. Neon arteries, organs and a structural shell came together to form the sleek, long object. It could be taken for an exotically complex floral bulb the size of two cars. Gill-like structures on its underside sucked and compressed air. As it floated above the house, tracing the plane’s path, its purpose became clear.
A big gun.
A pressurised blast of air tore from its muzzle. The rain scattered behind it as it ejected a wider, backwards blast to remain in place. The atmospheric round ripped through the sky with a thunderous roar.
Bullseye.
It crashed through the drone. A wing flew off. Down came the multi-million dollar aircraft in a ball of fire. If she’d estimated correctly, no one really lived at the crash site.
Amy returned her attention to the missile. Her aerokinesis carried it into her hands.
Amy ran her claws along it. “Apologies for the distraction. Some idiot was lobbing firecrackers.”
Beatrice smirked.
The missile detonated.
The blast stopped, a broiling ball of dull, sickly moon-yellow. It hovered over her claws, bubbling and surging against aerotelekinesis. It wasn’t easy to hold it at bay and look like she wasn’t even trying. Her entire biomass clenched to get the job done. There were better ways to contain the blast, but it was as she’d said: the illusion of control was important. It had to seem like no big deal.
Amy looked oh so smug about herself.
Beatrice looked about ready to scream.
Ordinarily, the flash of an explosive might have messed her up. Luckily, it didn’t blow up as brightly as a regular bomb. It was a ‘dim bomb,’ a biochemical explosive no doubt harvested from certain nyctals. Had it destroyed her house, it would look like a monster attack. The missile was launched at her phone, though. It’s trajectory was surprisingly accurate. The goal was to destroy the evidence. They weren’t trying to kill her.
Yet.
Amy caressed the blast. There was a child-like part of her that gawked at the deed. She was touching an explosion!
Alright, enough fun.
Amy gripped it with both hands and squeezed. Her aerotelekinesis strained and compressed the blast into an angry ball the size of an apple.
Hmm … there was an idea!
Amy moved it to her mouth, suppressing second thoughts. She bit into it. The taste was like the smell of toe jam. Amy pretended not to notice. Her aerosol smothered and absorbed the explosive energy as she chewed. Once it was inert, she absorbed the residual chemicals. Amy polished it off, dusted her claws and beamed at Beatrice.
How boring. The Prime Minister had reigned in her emotions, feigning deadpan unamusement.
“Let me be perfectly clear,” Beatrice declared. “You assaulted agents. You stole confidential information, and shot down a 15-million-dollar aircraft. Any one of those is enough to bury you, and here you are, doing parlour tricks.”
Amy blinked innocently. “Agents? You mean dem fellas I caught snooping on my property? Oh, I had to know who they were, so I rifled through their memories. It turns out that one of them knew a little too much. You should handle your secrets more carefully.”
“Which is why you consumed him,” stated Beatrice.
“Quit jumping to conclusions. He’s safe. From you,” Amy chirped. “The last time we chatted, he had a nice little dead man’s switch. Touch him, me, or my loved ones, and everyone finds out what you did to this country.”
Beatrice’s face wrinkled. “Loved ones? Is that what they are to you?”
“GMMGM!!!”
That eyescraper in the distance again. With The Predator’s mental clarity, Amy had some breathing room to actually think about it. Maybe she should call Norman, check on him. She moved a claw to hang up.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” growled Beatrice.
Amy giggled. How on Earth did that woman know she was going to hang up? Hidden cameras, probably. Her biomass swept the room, finding and crushing them.
Beatrice went off on a tangent. Threats, ultimatums, the whole shebang. Amy was only half paying attention. She thought back a bit. ‘Loved ones’? In this state of mind, did she really love Norman? Well, he was attractive. Moreover, he was fascinating. Irresistibly fascinating. In a world of chess pieces, Norman was the only one that moved on its own, that could disappear and reappear behind her. Instead of a back stab, he’d tap her on the shoulder and say: “Hey. What are you doing? Stap.” If that didn’t work, he’d move her. He didn’t let go his morals to match her wits. Somehow, that didn’t make him weak or stupid.
She could bare her fangs, dripping saliva and viscera.
He’d still boop her on the nose.
Irresistible.
She wanted to see what he could do, how far he could go. If anything happened to him, ‘anything’ would be in for a bad day. He was hers. Did that mean she felt warm and fuzzy about him? No. Would she cry for him? No. Not in this state.
In other words, she’d made no progress at all.
Amy pushed a little affection into her thoughts about Norman. She smiled fondly. Love was a doing word. She loved him because she chose to love him.
It was easy to forget: Beatrice was still talking.
“I’m sorry. Were you saying something, Honey Bar?” Amy interrupted far too casually.
Beatrice looked as though she’d reach through the screen and throttle Amy. Then an aide whispered something into her ear. Her anger evaporated. She actually seemed pleased.
Amy didn’t like that.
Beatrice appraised her. “Look at you, back chatting Momma Bar. Word of advice: if you want to run with the big dogs, work your way up. Start small, like managing your boyfriend a bit better.”
“He doesn’t need managing,” Amy dismissed.
Her expression remained indifferent, but her hue deepened from raspberry to blood-red. Her coloured atmosphere reflected the change. Predatory pupils appeared in her eyes. Hair tentacles curved around the phone like jaws poised to close in. The video feed warped and flickered ominously as Amy’s tentacles nipped at the signal. Beatrice ignored it. In fact, it made her look and sound all the more m̷͕̗̅̾ë̵̲́͠ǹ̶̾ac̴͔̬̗̏̃iṇ̶̑g.
“Reã̴̡̫̭͆͂͑lly? Then where is he nǫ̵̠͍̈́͆́͠ͅw?” Beatrice leant forward. “Why didn’t he call you? Do you think you will seẹ̴́ him again? It’s a dangerous cit-”
Amy hung up.
She shot through the window. The house shook, almost imploded. Loose objects flew about inside it as she dragged her biomass from within. Gale-force wind battered the garden.
Up into the sky she flew, scanning the city. The rain limited visibility. Her biomass configured massive, sensory organs like spiraling satellite dishes decked with eyes. They pierced the downpour, seeing and listening. She noticed several peeping buildings and eyescrapers on the move. They appeared to be coordinated.
Landlords.
Amy picked the largest, leading building and zoomed towards it. She moved through the streets like a ravening storm. Cars overturned and tumbled. Streetlights surged and exploded as she yanked away their energy. Vicious nyctals saw her coming, cowered, fled and hid. She wasn’t there for them. Not yet.
Like a crimson star burning through the night, she blazed forth at the forefront of her biomass. At a distance, her atmosphere’s outline could be seen. No longer was it a mere amorphous aerosol. It swam through the air like a jellyfish. Ethereal tentacles the size of streets wedged between buildings to pull it forward faster.
Then her biomass thinned.
Her winds died down. She melded with the night. Amid the cloak of heavy rain, she was a nearly imperceptible presence.
They would never see her coming.
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2024.05.25 03:17 CZH23 I know it sounds crazy, but I really think I have invented a revolutionary medicine to cure MPB and looking for any partner to start a business with.
Hey guys, I’m back! About 6 months ago I made a post about my clinical trial and I’m still on it. But after my first return visit which shows my result is not good, followed by Kintor announcement about failed result, I decided to change the formula of my pyri. I know it’s crazy, but I have no other choice.
The pure pyri medication indeed proves effective in certain aspects; it has rendered my hair completely non-greasy, alleviated the intense itchiness and scalp pimples. Although some initial itchiness may occur during the onset of usage. Moreover, I have experienced no side effects throughout the entire course of treatment. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop my shedding or make my hair thicker.
On the second day of altering the pyri formula, a miracle unfolded. My previously rigid scalp softened, particularly the area in the middle of my forehead that felt like a sheet of iron now yielded to my fingers' massage. Of course, side effects emerged, which I am unable to disclose temporarily. (However, these are not related to sexual aspects; on the contrary, I have felt a heightened libido post-usage). After months of continuous experimentation, I discovered the optimal ratio for the improved pyri formula and a substance to mitigate side effects, achieving maximum efficacy with minimal side effects. After several months of use, the most remarkable change was the restoration of my hairline. Although hair loss persists, the quantity has decreased, and most importantly, my hair has become notably thicker! During a recent revisit to the hospital for examination, the nonvellus TAHC data revealed astounding results! Upon researching the outcomes of other medications, none could rival the improved pyri formula. It's worth noting that these results were achieved in less than half a year of using the improved pyri formula.
I am aware that hair loss is a market even larger than weight loss, and the improved pyri formula could be the next Semaglutide. Therefore, I am seeking investment. I approached some Chinese venture capital firms, but they all thought I was insane and did not believe that someone without a medical doctorate could start a pharmaceutical company (of course, my business plan extends beyond just pharmaceuticals to include the sale of personal care products). I plan to approach Kintor directly after completing my experiments and share my proposal with Dr.Tong. However, Kintor has faced several experimental setbacks, currently lacking any commercialized products, and I have doubts about the success of GT20029 in Phase III trials. Kintor is in dire need of funds, yet it holds the patent for pyri. I am merely a pharmaceutical experimenter, but I possess knowledge of the improved pyri formula and how to address its side effects.
Now, I am seeking investors who are interested in collaborating with Kintor (or potentially acquiring the patent for pyri directly). If anyone is interested, they can contact me privately, and I will provide hair microscope data and comparative photos. Of course, I must ensure that you will not disclose our conversations; you must first prove that you are a venture capital investor or have connections in that realm. （If you can help me find investors, I would like to invite you to join the founding team, offering you equity rewards.）
Furthermore, if there is genuine interest in investment, I can send you a complimentary sample of the improved pyri for you or anyone to try and verify the authenticity of my claims. If there is no investor to contact me, I will still try to approach Kintor after my trial is done.
I would like to reiterate that I am still in the experimental phase. If there is genuine interest in witnessing the birth of a revolutionary drug, please refrain from informing Kintor about my posts, as it may lead to the confiscation of all my pyri medications. Thanks!
PS: again I use chatgpt to help my translation except for my first paragraph.
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The pure pyri medication indeed proves effective in certain aspects; it has rendered my hair completely non-greasy, alleviated the intense itchiness and scalp pimples. Although some initial itchiness may occur during the onset of usage. Moreover, I have experienced no side effects throughout the entire course of treatment. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop my shedding or make my hair thicker.
On the second day of altering the pyri formula, a miracle unfolded. My previously rigid scalp softened, particularly the area in the middle of my forehead that felt like a sheet of iron now yielded to my fingers' massage. Of course, side effects emerged, which I am unable to disclose temporarily. (However, these are not related to sexual aspects; on the contrary, I have felt a heightened libido post-usage). After months of continuous experimentation, I discovered the optimal ratio for the improved pyri formula and a substance to mitigate side effects, achieving maximum efficacy with minimal side effects. After several months of use, the most remarkable change was the restoration of my hairline. Although hair loss persists, the quantity has decreased, and most importantly, my hair has become notably thicker! During a recent revisit to the hospital for examination, the nonvellus TAHC data revealed astounding results! Upon researching the outcomes of other medications, none could rival the improved pyri formula. It's worth noting that these results were achieved in less than half a year of using the improved pyri formula.
I am aware that hair loss is a market even larger than weight loss, and the improved pyri formula could be the next Semaglutide. Therefore, I am seeking investment. I approached some Chinese venture capital firms, but they all thought I was insane and did not believe that someone without a medical doctorate could start a pharmaceutical company (of course, my business plan extends beyond just pharmaceuticals to include the sale of personal care products). I plan to approach Kintor directly after completing my experiments and share my proposal with Dr.Tong. However, Kintor has faced several experimental setbacks, currently lacking any commercialized products, and I have doubts about the success of GT20029 in Phase III trials. Kintor is in dire need of funds, yet it holds the patent for pyri. I am merely a pharmaceutical experimenter, but I possess knowledge of the improved pyri formula and how to address its side effects.
Now, I am seeking investors who are interested in collaborating with Kintor (or potentially acquiring the patent for pyri directly). If anyone is interested, they can contact me privately, and I will provide hair microscope data and comparative photos. Of course, I must ensure that you will not disclose our conversations; you must first prove that you are a venture capital investor or have connections in that realm. （If you can help me find investors, I would like to invite you to join the founding team, offering you equity rewards.）
Furthermore, if there is genuine interest in investment, I can send you a complimentary sample of the improved pyri for you or anyone to try and verify the authenticity of my claims. If there is no investor to contact me, I will still try to approach Kintor after my trial is done.
I would like to reiterate that I am still in the experimental phase. If there is genuine interest in witnessing the birth of a revolutionary drug, please refrain from informing Kintor about my posts, as it may lead to the confiscation of all my pyri medications. Thanks!
PS: again I use chatgpt to help my translation except for my first paragraph.