Ah where to start lmao. Like most people in this reddit I’ve struggled with the pain of having a tarsal coalition basically my entire life. I’ll start from the beginning and am only going to use my experiences and tell y’all my options so take everything I say with a grain of salt because again it is my OPINION.
So to trace back how I got my tarsal coalition if I were to guess I specifically remember twisting my ankle very very bad in PE in elementary school. I was always a very athletic kid and I remember just limping my way through school and playing kickball and everything else basically on one foot for few weeks and eventually the pain went down and I had no other indications of anything really bad. I played travel baseball, and basketball as well as various outside activities all the way up through middle school. I really noticed the pain occasionally on elementary school after running the bases really hard and fast and then noticing I would be in pain afterwards but that would be it, completely bearable and about a 3 on the pain scale so noticeable but bearable. I really started to get bad pain when i was in 7th to 9th grade. 7th grade I stopped playing baseball and switched to basketball full time. Basketball being a very lateral side to side sport, I am guessing that is why I started getting worse pain. I remember days after 2 hour practices or playing and coming home and having pain about a 6-7 on the pain scale. So in 9th grade after my parents took me to a doctor to see what was wrong because I had just twisted my ankle really bad and was having extreme pain while juggling being on my feet for my job I worked at, playing basketball, and playing football all in a week, I was diagnosed with a tarsal coalition. Keep in mind up until this point I was still able to play basketball at a high level and was not having the pain hinder my play too bad. athens only time the pain was unbearable was after being in my ankle a lot and I would come home in tears because I wouldn’t be able to even put wait on it or just sit with it still without it having pain. Yes it would have been nice for more mobility in my left ankle but I was managing fine enough and it was just an annoyance and lingering concern at this point after excercise. Anyways after being diagnostic with tarsal coalition we started looking at treatment options. The first one was I had a plastic insert made for my shoes that was molded to my foot to try to limit the side to side lateral mobility and keep those bones from rubbing against each other. This insert into my shoe I found very helpful and did alleviate the pain in everyday walking but did nothing for playing the high impact sports. I did not wear the plastic insert in my basketball shoes when I played because it caused pain when I played because of the lateral nature of the sport and I also did not wear it in my cleats when playing football. I also started going to PT to try and increase ROM about 2-3 times a week. This I will say did no help and if anything doing the PT excercise yes gave me more range of motion but just caused me to be in pain afterwards. In 10th grade I was getting recruited for basketball and quit football to pursue basketball full time along with working out in the weight room. The more basketball I played, the more pain I started to feel afterwards everyday. I was popping 4 ibuprofens before games to manage. At this time I started to also notice that after excercise the more sitting still and letting it rest, it would tighten up more so I would think of it as just getting through whatever I had to for the day and keep it moving and then managing the pain afterwards. There were some days where the pain was excruciating and then my coach suggested getting steroid shots. So my junior year, my best year in terms of pain, I got a shot. The shot getting it in was extremely painful but those next 3-4 weeks were the most normal I ever felt. I was able to play and not have pain afterwards as well as play on the court without pain at a very high level. Eventually the steroid did start to wear off and the pain slowly came back to where it was beforehand after about 3 months. Then my senior year of high school I started going to a different PT and their treatment was much different and this is where I learned the best way to manage the pain. Thought my senior season immediately after practices and before games I would go in for “treatment” which would be the compression boots, massaging on the leg and foot, and ice bath immersion. This really made me be able to play a lot better and while the pain was still there it was so low it was almost not noticeable. At the end of senior year I twisted that ankle so bad I had to wear a walking boot for 3 months. At this point I decided I wasn’t going to play in college so I got surgery my senior year summer going into college. I did not get a fusion because I still wanted the mobility to be able to play sports and do the physical activities I wanted to. So they removed the coalition and replaced it with tissue or muscle out of thigh. I was in a hard cast for like a month, I really can’t remember how long to be honest, and then was in a walking boot for a couple months while going to PT to strengthen and get ROM back. After about a year I started to play physical activities again and it was like I was restarting with a new coalition again. Pain after physical activities but now I learned how to make it very bearable to where I am today. Whenever I play a sport or know I am going to have pain as soon as I’m off my feet I immediately ice bath or full submerge my foot in ice water for anywhere from 5-20 minutes. Doing this has really helped a ton because my belief is it immediately reduces inflammation and then as soon as I take it out I massage it and work on range of motion. I found that the next day the pain was almost at 2 max. Even after doing lots of physical activity and doing it again the next day, as long as I ice it the pain isn’t bad. Of course I know the pain won’t ever go away but for me it’s mostly about making it bearable to do the things I love. Eventually I think I will get a fusion but I am currently a personal trainer and a basketball coach and I don’t really have bad days unless I don’t ice my foot after being on it. I will get a fusion later in life once I’m able to give up playing basketball and completing in sports as hard as i can because eventually I would like to walk and do normal things without worrying about pain the next couple days and going through a recovery if I do. But for now I’m managing and enjoying the things I love. Getting a fusion would only mean giving up doing something I love but one day I have accepted that I will have to. If you read that all feel free to message me or comment and I can answer any questions y’all have. I wish I had a community like this earlier because like you all know it is hard to deal with the pain after doing normal things most people can do and also having to explain to them what’s wrong with you and by you have pain.

PRESENT
This is Part 2 of 3, the Present, in game events we see! Onwards!
The Protagonist is some sort of content creator, one that goes to abandoned or forgotten places and "searches" them, as can be gleaned from the cameras facing the protagonist on his desk, and his conversation with a certain Laura, or LSparks53 (there's also an error in this Harmony tab, with one of the messages from Laura reading as from LauraSparks53 instead of LSparks53. Just a note). This Laura helps our protagonist, who goes by the username of eEnsign. His profile picture are the letters UF, which is weird, since it doesn't match the username, nor what Laura calls eEnsign: Ed. Anyways, I digress. From now on, I'll call the protagonist Ed as well. Laura helps Ed get footage of these places as per the conversation.
eEnsign: "Hey Laura! I'm doing another search this weekend! Wanna come with me?"
LSparks53: "The last few times I've gone with you SUCKED LMAO."
eEnsign: "Remember that old theme park we went to see as kids? Indigo Park?"
LSparks53: "yeah? I kind of forgot about that place? Been closed for a while, right? how would you even get in?"
eEnsign: "Honestly, I don't know. I'm not even gonna bring my equipment. Jump a fence of something? We've done worse lol”
LSparks53: "aight, well just be careful. I'm gonna pass on this one. if you can get in i'll go with you to help record some other time. i'm looking it up now and there's like NO info online about it. probably swarming with cops too."
eEnsign: "I guess we'll find out! I'll check it out, maybe we can go together next week?
Lsparks53: "just be careful, Ed. I don't want to be paying your bail."
And with that conversation, we learn that these two are like a dynamic duo of sorts, having some sort of channel or website where they post footage of places lost to time and "search" them, breaking laws of trespassing and such, apparently also having "done worse", whatever that means. Maybe they took a few things from the place, so burglary? It's never specified. Probably burglary, though, considering that Ed has taken to collecting all sorts of plushies and such from Indigo Park.
What I want to point out is how weird this Laura person acts. As soon as Indigo Park is mentioned, Laura instantly seems to dislike the idea, but never directly says it. Instead, she becomes reluctant to go with Ed, despite having done worse, as Ed puts it. Perhaps she's just cautious, and based on her last sentence, they haven't been caught before, or else she would have said "I don't want to be paying your bail again."
However, I don't think that's the case. Remember when Laura said she looked up Indigo Park and found nothing? Well, we know the website is still up and running, or at the very least, Ed used some sort of service like the Wayback Machine to pull it up on the right most monitor on his desk, which can be seen in the opening cutscene. On it, there's even an option to purchase tickets still, which is incredibly weird, which I'll also go into later on. Why would a defunct theme park need a still running website? After all, if you evacuate everyone from it with no explanation, wouldn't you want to get rid of all evidence of it? If not destroy the property outright, then at least take the website down. Again, digressing, the point is that Laura didn't find this website ... or she did, but didn't say anything.
Again, this is purely speculation at this point; I mean, the two of them have broke into a few places trespassing and recording and documenting abandoned places at least a few times for the internet, and maybe she really is just that cautious, worried about being imprisoned and charged for trespassing, and even attempted burglary.
And it seems like Ed is asking the same questions we are. Behind the Harmony tab is a notes tab with several questions such as "Why did it close?" and "What is left?", among a few others that are cut off. The next question seems to ask "Is it still" something. Seems like Ed and us are in the same boat. Hopefully we can help each other out.
Regardless, Ed ends up climbing the fence and enters the closed off Indigo Park, where dozens of crates stamped with the Indigo Park logo, along with trash, can be seen. Walking around, the main gates are closed off, and one of the doors seem to open on their own, allowing Ed entry into the Registration Center, a desk with a few monitors where a Rangler would sit and check Ed in.
Inside, the Rambley AI comes to life, noting that Ed is the first person there in just over eight years, before directing us to the previously mentioned Registration Center. It is revealed here that AI Rambley has access to the cameras (both computer cameras and CCTV cameras), where he notes that Ed isn’t on the guest list, probably because he snuck in, and didn’t pay for his tickets. However, what stands out as odd is that Rambley doesn’t recognize Ed at all, asking if he was here for the first time. We know that it’s most definitely not Ed’s first time here, but it’s unclear if AI Rambley doesn’t recognize Ed because he grew up, or the registration process requires a photo upload.
Rambley AI: "Hm, I don't seem to have your face in the guest list. Is this your first time here in the park? Or did you just get plastic surgery?"
From here, Ed’s directed to go through the gates, but both AI Rambley and Ed realize that the gates are not open and are instead sending an error message. Going back to the Registration Center, Ed finds and replaces a missing gear, and the gates finally open, from where Ed is free to explore. He’s directed to the Critter Corner, where he receives a Critter Cuff to enter certain areas, and the park, from where he’s directed to Rambley’s Railway to get to know most (poor Salem) of the characters. A massive statue of Isaac Indigo and Rambley can be seen at the entrance.
As Ed makes his way through to Rambley Railway, it’s clear that the park is not in the best condition. Ransacked gift stores, empty cafes with rotting food and festering drinks, tunnels collapsing at the drop of a hat, and weeds spouting everywhere even disconcert the AI Rambley, who tries to shrug off the state of the park by claiming renovations, but it’s clear he’s unsettled with how empty and broken the park is. We’ll cover that later as well.
On this ride, Rambley introduces us to everyone, except for Salem, indicating he’s friends with everyone except her and Lloyd, for whom he has … let’s a bit of distaste for. He’s shown to be sarcastic and snippy with Lloyd, but even his supposed friends aren’t safe from his occasional jabs.
Rambley when speaking to Mollie Macaw: “You sure are [the best pilot you ever saw], Moll! Why, you only crashed into six barns this week!”
Mollie: “I’m not crashin’, Rambley! I’m barnstormin’!”
Rambley: “Haha! What’s barnstorming?”
Mollie: “It’s crashing, with style! I-it barely hurts at all!”
The stutter in Mollie’s audio is what interests me. It could be interpreted as a glitch, which is certainly possible. The park hasn’t been maintained in eight years, and it is falling apart. But it could also be interpreted as Mollie losing her characteristic confidence, upset that Rambley seems to be so keen on pointing out her failures in her hobby sphere.
Rambley, when speaking to Finley the Sea Serpent: “Why the long face? And body? … Oh Finley, you should come out of YOUR shell!”
Finley, in response. “How about YOU come into it instead?”
I would also like to note AI Rambley’s interaction with Finley’s plushie.
AI Rambley: “Ooh, you found my buddy Finley! You know, he’s really shy, like, TOO shy, like OBNOXIOUSLY shy, but he’s got a good heart.”
I want to point out the fact that when Rambley speaks about how shy Finley is, he doesn’t seem to be doing it in a jesting way. In fact, he seems genuinely annoyed with how introverted Finley is, to the point where you can hear it in his voice, and he also uses his annoyed model with slanted eyes when mentioning it.
There’s also a note here that, apparently, Rambley and Finley have known each other for over 100 years, though it’s unclear if this is actually real information, or just something the creators of the ride decided to include for the fun of it.
And another thing. At the very end of the Finley section, Finley hopes that the rider will actually visit him and Oceanic Odyssey, because he’s lonely. Why should he be lonely? He’s friends with Rambley and Mollie, at the very least. Is it because he lives on the bottom of the ocean? Or for other reasons?
Ed then reaches Salem’s area, which is noticeably, horrifically destroyed, a splatter of something bright red front and center. This is where the ride breaks down, and Ed’s required to go and fix it, before continuing onto Lloyd’s area.
I’d like to stop the story to consider the state of Salem’s area; why is it so destroyed? I’m going to avoid thinking of the red splatter as blood, to be honest, but we do know that the Mascots bleed red, thanks to Mollie Macaw. In my mind, there are three potential perpetrators.
The first two are noticeably weak connections, and the reasoning isn’t 100%, so take it with a grain of salt. We know that all the characters received Mascots, so there are three of them that, in my mind, are capable.
The first is, admittedly, a bit weird: the Mascot of Salem. We know she despises Rambley and his friends (her relationship with Lloyd remains a mystery), so it’s possible that Mascot Salem was the one to sabotage her area, as a way of getting back at Rambley. Why her area only is admittedly a bit weird, so she’s not the strongest match. Another piece of evidence would be the smashed animatronic of Mollie. Again, we do know that Salem has used Mollie before by dumping her potions onto her and making Mollie Salem’s minion. Could she also have smashed the animatronic bird?
The second suspect is Mascot Mollie. She can be seen following Ed throughout the ride, and the whole park, for that matter, and we do know there is some bad blood between her and Salem because of the arcade game Rambely Rush. It would give motive for Mascot Mollie to do such a thing, and she’s the only Mascot running about Indigo Park that we know of; Lloyd remained in his theater, not pursuing Ed when he leaves. At the end of the chapter, when Ed enters Oceanic Odyssey, it’s unclear whether a robot or Mascot Finley appears in the aquarium, but he’s likely confined there as well. Mascots Rambley and Salem aren’t even mentioned once.
Now, this one is also kind of a stretch, but the only character that would have more reason to hate Salem more than Mollie is Rambley. They are clear nemeses (again, Rambley Rush), and have been for quite some time. While the AI Rambley is generally benevolent, but still with a sharp tongue, it remains to be seen what exactly the Mascot Rambley is like. His Mascot is still likely here in Indigo Park somewhere, one of the remaining two (Mollie being dead, unless there are several of each Mascot present, in which case this elevates the terror a few notches. Imagine being chased by seventeen Mascot Lloyds) besides Salem. He could very well be the perpetrator. However, I do have a bit of trouble explaining why he would wreck the Animatronic Mollie. Maybe because he knows it’s just a fake, and not the real Mascot Mollie?
However, there is one convenient detail that I have not mentioned. Remember the smashed Animatronic Mollie, and how we were questioning why she was wrecked in the first place? Well, she does offer us one clue. When Ed approaches the bird, Mollie flickers to life momentarily, her voice garbled and distorted until finally, she says this:
Animatronic Mollie: “Not Rambley! He hurts Lloyd! He hurts Lloyd!”
After that, poor Animatronic Mollie finally shuts off for good, her painted eyes devoid of the life she once had. Well, this certainly got interesting, didn’t it? Rambley hurts Lloyd? How? I mean, think about it! How would a raccoon actively hurt a lion? This isn’t like a honey badger situation; raccoons are much more vulnerable and weaker than honey badgers. What’s also interesting is her words themselves. Why would someone program an Animatronic Mollie to say this? We eventually find out that Mascot Mollie will memorize and be able to repeat words or phrases she’s heard, if Ed has the misfortune of being caught by Mascot Mollie later down the line. Is it possible that the same is true for the animatronics? And if so, does that mean that Animatronic Mollie was shouting bits and pieces out of context, or was it supposed to be something she was never meant to hear, and was thusly wrecked?
And even if this was out of context, that still opens up a major can of worms. Even if Rambley never hurt Lloyd, who is this ‘He’ that did hurt Lloyd? Keep this in mind until we reach Lloyd’s attraction.
Anyways, onto Llyod’s area. It’s clear that Lloyd and Rambley both don’t like each other, quite possibly because Rambley hates how Lloyd used to be number one, and Lloyd possibly because he’s not happy that he was replaced by Rambley as head honcho. Rambley, for his part, doesn’t really try to antagonize Lloyd, just wearily going through the ride and trying to get out as fast as possible here.
And that’s essentially it for the ride, AI Rambley suggesting Ed go visit Jetstream Junction. Careful observation would yield the fact that Mascot Mollie has been stalking Ed, studying him from behind the scenes, though she won’t end up being an antagonist until later on.
What’s interesting to note is that at the end, AI Rambley says this: “So, whatddya think? Pretty fun, right? Now you know all about my friends! And Lloyd …”
We know that Rambley cannot stand Salem, Rambley Rush made it quite clear. So, why refer to Salem as a friend? Why is her area so wrecked? Is it possible that AI Rambley has no reason to hate her, because he’s not aware of how often he’s pitted against her in media? But that would also mean that AI Rambley would have to be quite unaware of the media surrounding him, but he seems to know a lot about the history of the park. He still dislikes Lloyd, after all. And then that would beg the question if Mascot Rambley actually dislikes Salem enough to destroy her area in his ride. Too many questions that, unfortunately, there are no answers for. We can’t even see AI Rambley’s thoughts on Salem through a plush or anything, because there are no current collectibles in Chapter 1 that refer to her.
This is actually why I think one of the more intriguing aspects of ‘Birds of a Feather’ is Salem, and her ambiguous presence within the game. There aren’t even any posters in regard to her, unlike Lloyd or Rambley or Mollie or Finley. She’s just so wrapped up in mystery … anyways.
After finding out Jetstream Junction is locked away, AI Rambley sends Ed to Lloyd’s Main Stage Theater, where Ed first catches a glimpse of Mascot Lloyd, dozing on the stage. When Mascot Lloyd notices Ed, he runs into the back, and unfortunately, that’s where Ed has to go.
When Ed reaches the stage himself, AI Rambley tells Ed to be careful, because he has no vision of the backstage area, which is weird. AI Rambley seems to have access to the rest of Indigo Park, why is this area so special? It’s just storage, for the most part … and Mascot Lloyd, but AI Rambley still thinks they’re just as good as they were in their hay day, so he has no reason to be wary of the Mascots themselves until later. It’s true that it’s a Ranglers Only area, and we haven’t really seen AI Rambley in these areas before, so that could be it? Maybe because of his dislike for Lloyd? But then why give AI Rambley access to the stage at all? I don’t know, to be honest. Yet another question. However, AI Rambley does say something interesting.
AI Rambley, to Ed, regarding the behind the stage area: “Hey buddy. I got eyes all over the park, but I can’t see anything behind the stage. If you’re going back there be careful. Your Critter Cuff is not yet able to resuscitate you.”
Why should a Critter Cuff be able to resuscitate a person? From what I understand, it’s supposed to be like those Disney Bands that you can wear at parks, giving you access to different rides and such, even having complementary features of being a pedometer, mood ring, and a heartbeat sensor. This could either be a sort of tease to future upgrades Ed might be able to get in future chapters … or implies something darker. These Critter Cuffs were given to regular guests, for what purpose should they be able to revive someone from being unconscious?
Anyways, as Ed makes his way backstage, Lloyd makes some appearances, even once trying to attack Ed before being foiled by the massive boxes landing on him, causing him to slink away. Along the path, however, is something interesting. Binders, pages, even notebooks are scattered, almost like a bread crumb trail. I was never able to make out what they say besides some months like January, or vague Table of Contents with no explanation. Just thought it was weird. Food for thought. Grabbing the keys, Ed heads back, finding the door locked behind him. Trying to open the door yields an attack by Lloyd, who is strangely repelled by a high-pitched noise.
Now, from all that I have read, there seem to be two theories as for why Lloyd flees. The first cause is that Mascot Lloyd is driven away by the high-pitched beeping from the Critter Cuff. The second, and arguably more intriguing theory, is that someone blows a tamer’s whistle. A tamer’s whistle is a whistle used by tamers to direct animals, usually in settings like circuses where the animal has to perform some sort of trick or feat of athleticism. As it’s used more and more often, the animal learns to recognize the pitch, or duration of the shrill sound, associating it with a certain action that needs to be performed. In this case, the theory states that the tamer’s whistle caused Lloyd to fall back, before fleeing.
Now, while I think the tamer whistle theory is cool in concept, I don’t know who would be able, or more importantly, willing to save Ed from Mascot Lloyd. AI Rambley is not able to see what’s back here, nor should he understand what’s happening, so that removes him from the picture. Mascot Mollie is a possibility, perhaps wanting to save Ed for herself, as she’s seen stalking and watching Ed ever since Rambley’s Railroad, and even appears briefly in the hallway when Ed exits the theater backstage, but why want Ed for herself? They probably don’t need food, else they would have died, sweet pastries and sugary drinks present or not. They were left alone for eight years, after all. The thrill of the hunt would be the only explanation. And then there are our two unknowns, running about the park: Mascot Rambley and Mascot Salem. Could they have been the ones to do it? But why assume they’d act differently towards Ed? Surely they’d still be hostile?
And if the Critter Cuff was the savior, why was it ineffective against Mascot Mollie? Could it be because of the physiological and biological differences between Mascots Lloyd and Mollie? And why did it go off only when Lloyd was nearby? After Lloyd is repelled, the noise stops, after all. Was it the elevated heart rate that tipped off the defense mechanism? But again, surely it would have done the same when Ed would be chased by Mascot Mollie?
Remember what Animatronic Mollie told Ed with her dying breath? ‘Not Rambley! He hurts Lloyd! He hurts Lloyd!’ Could this be what Mollie was referring to? After all, Lloyd didn’t just run away; he collapsed a few feet away from Ed for a brief stint, paws pressing against his ears as Lloyd curled up into a fetal position, only running away when the high-pitched sound ended. Mascot Lloyd genuinely seemed in great pain, and was only able to run away, quite hastily, may I add, once the sound stopped. Was Rambley, AI or Mascot, the one who abused such a feature? Or was it someone else?
Remember, we have no idea why the Mascots turned hostile. Possibly due to a lack of exposure to humans, and thus claiming certain territories for themselves. After all, Mollie didn’t attack Ed until he entered her designated area. But then that brings into question Mascot Rambley. Where was he all this time? Rambley Railroad is his place, after all. But this isn’t Rambley’s only attraction in Indigo Park. At least one other location that we find that bears Rambley’s name is ‘Café de Raton Laveur’, which is French for Raccoon Café. Does that mean that Rambley owns other attractions, and is stalking those? It’s unclear.
Anyways, want to know another possible reason why there was a sudden evacuation with no explanation? What if the Mascots rebelled against the humans because of mistreatment? Think about it, Animatronic Mollie says ‘Not Rambley! He hurts Lloyd! He hurts Lloyd!’ What if Animatronic Mollie wasn’t referring to Rambley hurting Lloyd, but someone else? Someone who would want to design a special feature built into his Critter Cuff that he could activate and subdue, if not straight up hurt Lloyd? And who is the only other male character that we know of besides Rambley, Lloyd, Finley, and Ed?
That’s right, Isaac Indigo himself. This could very well be a case of mistreated creatures rebelling against the horrors they endured. Think about it, when in stressful situations, the mind, both human and not, is much more willing to go into fight or flight, is much more likely to punch first, question later. Is it possible that this Animatronic Mollie caught a snippet of a conflict that arose between the Mascots, when Mascot Mollie was trying to mediate? While this does go against the theory that Animatronic Mollie was destroyed by Mascot Rambley to silence her, it’s still a possible theory, no?
Again, these theories are very much a stretch, I just wished to lay them out on the table and offer them up for people to see and debate.
After grabbing the keys, Ed goes to Jetsream Junction, where Ed goes about exploring and solving some puzzles in order to progress further into the building, as it seems to be the only other place that isn’t falling apart and seems to be in somewhat stable condition. Inside one of the rooms is the Rambley Rush arcade game, and there is something interesting that Salem says in here.
Salem, speaking to Rambley: “Meet the new and improved Marley Macaw! Now with none o’ that ‘friendship’ garbage stopping her from tearin’ you to pieces. I wonder what she REALLY thinks of you now? Have fun finding out!”
Now, this could just be me overanalyzing this thing. It’s our only reference to Salem, and some of the things I cite as evidence could very well just be regular dialogue for an arcade game. However, on the off chance that this means something, I was very interested in what Salem said about what Mollie thought of Rambley. She makes it seem like Mollie is under some sort of illusion in regard to Rambley, like he’s a villain masquerading as a good guy, but has everyone around him convinced he’s good. This could tie in with the broken Animatronic Mollie, as if Mollie found out about some truth in regard to Rambley. After all, her broken, jittering speech made it seem like Rambley was actively hurting Lloyd. Could she have gone to someone to get help, but that other someone suggested Rambley as an ally? That could explain why Mollie felt the need to emphasize that ‘He hurts Lloyd’ twice, like she’s genuinely freaking out that her best friend actively hurt others he didn’t like.
Putting that theory aside, Ed goes through the area, heading up to Mollie’s ride, only to find it inaccessible due to major chunks of broken debris. AI Rambley seems sort of horrified to find the place so broken and calls up a repair technician. It’s no surprise that the line is discontinued, due to most Ranglers likely being laid off after the closure of Indigo Park.
From here, AI Rambley, still somewhat jarred by the wreckage he’s seeing, encourages Ed to go and visit Mollie’s Landing Pad, strangely acting as if Ed had just finished his journey on the attraction, when he couldn’t even step onto it. From there, Ed goes and solves some puzzles, making his way deeper into the building. He spots Mollie a few times as she gets away from him, hiding. What’s an interesting note is that some sort of liquid seems to be dripping from Mollie. When you encounter her in one of the tubes, she leaves behind some sort of reddish grime that disappears once her animation is done. Her eyes, also, aren’t the way they’re usually portrayed. They’re similar to Lloyd’s in that there are white pinpricks of light in dark sockets, Lloyd’s being thin ovals in dark sockets.
As Ed finishes up the puzzles, he goes deeper before he’s attacked by Mascot Mollie herself, fleeing through the numerous tubes and tunnels, before eventually leaving it all behind and entering some sort of Ranglers Only Area.
Before we continue, I’d like to point out something. When being chased, Mascot Mollie occasionally rehearses some lines she once heard, repeating this.
Finely, to Rambley: “You’ve known me for 100 years.”
Reasonable enough; she was there when Ed was in the Rambley’s Railroad attraction. No, what concerns me are two other lines, identified by SuperHorrorBro in his analysis of chapter one.
Mascot Mollie: “Get back in your cage, bird.”
And finally, this.
Mascot Mollie: “Get up you stupid freak!”
Remember, Mascot Mollie only repeats what she has once heard. She doesn’t actively make her own dialogue. Remember the theory I had about the Mascots having enough of their terrible living conditions, and rebelling against the staff? It seems like this is the right direction to go in. Lloyd and Mollie do not attack immediately. While Lloyd runs away, Mollie observes, watching, biding her time. She follows you to Lloyd’s theater, and what does she see, or, rather, hear? Lloyd being pushed further and further back into his domain, the one place he should be happy, before being forced into a corner, and where he lashes out. Even though Ed ends up leaving, he ends up claiming a piece of Lloyd’s territory, and Lloyd goes back onto his instincts, to hunt. However, when he gets too close, that blasted, accursed Critter Cuff lets out its horrible whine, Lloyd collapsing, consumed with nothing but pain. Once the sound ends, he flees, like a terrified animal.
And what does Ed see when he leaves? Mascot Mollie, observing Ed. She’s seen that, yet again, a human encroaches, pushes their bounds, eventually hurting Lloyd to get what he wants. And then, he goes to Mollie’s home, the Jetstream Junction, a place she’s been locked out of due to needing a Critter Cuff, but she wouldn’t dare touch one. She saw what happened to Lloyd, who knew what sort of anguish it would inflict upon Mollie?
She enters behind Ed, stalking him, fury building as she watches Ed run about like he owns the place. How dare this man, this human, walk upon her domain whenever he wants, but she has to wait until she’s let in, like some sort of caged bird. Well, she’s not a caged bird, and she’ll make Ed see that.
At first, when AI Rambley sees Ed, he wishes to stop Ed, but seeing a towering Mascot Mollie chasing him, he opens the door, slamming it shut behind Ed just as Mascot Mollie’s head enters the room, killing the Mascot instantly as blood sprays all over the metallic door and floor. AI Rambley attempts to act like nothing happened, but fails, sighing.
He explains that he didn’t realize the danger of Indigo Park and its inhabitants due to being stuck in that early Reception Center for all of those eight, lonely years, unable to see or interact with anything inside. He was just so excited to finally see an actual person that he pushed Ed into this tour, realizing that, with the way things were, there was no way Ed would come out unscathed, and the AI seems genuine in his sorrow. However, he asks for Ed to help restore the park to the former glory, and, miraculously, Ed agrees. However, before Ed leaves, AI Rambley drops this one last piece of vital information.
AI Rambley: “Whew! That was exhausting to say that whole spiel, but Rambley’s Ranglers (registered) is a registered trademark … that expired yesterday.”
Okay, so couple things. From my impression, I had the feeling that somehow, someway the Indigo Company as a whole was alive and kicking. I mean, look at what Ed has to say when he interacts with the Rambley Raccoon plushy.
Ed: “Ah, there’s my buddy. Kinda feels like Rambley has a whole empire now, being the main man of Indigo and all.”
Ed gives us the distinct impression that not only is Indigo still around, but it’s also positively thriving, yet they allow their trademarks to expire? Trademarks essentially last forever, but you have to fight, in court, to let them continue every ten years or so. If Indigo is based on Disney, the stingiest, largest entertainment company, why would they let their trademark expire, and give access to others? Well, this might have to do with the initial terms.
You see, in order to keep a trademark, you have to defend its usage every ten years. Well, okay, then why didn’t Indigo do so? One of the terms for renewal is that you have to continuously use that trademark. You can’t just claim one and never use it again, that’s basically an infraction upon free speech. Sure, you can fight for its ownership, but there are rules and regulations to these kinds of things, you can’t just trademark something like ‘Oof’ or ‘Lmao’ and keep it without at least saying those phrases occassionally.
And, so far as we know, there are no other places such as Indigo Park owns. Ranglers are synonymous with staff in the park, so obviously, it would be hard to justify keeping a trademark when you never expect to use it. So, that’s my theory on why the trademark did indeed expire the day previously, October 6^th, 2023 (apparently, the creator confirmed the game takes place in 2023, so, that means that Ed arrives on October 7^th, 2023, and the last person to enter park left on October 7^th, 2015).
Anyways, after that, AI Rambley leads Ed to Oceanic Odyssey with the intention to get it back up and running, as it has been closed due to repairs, something that AI Rambley hopes Ed can assist with. As Ed exits, he tries entering a hallway, which AI Rambley blocks.
AI Rambley: “Uh oh. That Rambley’s Ranglers room is only accessible by Royal Ranglers. Maybe you’ll grow up big and strong enough to enter it! But for now, don’t.”
This is the first instance of hierarchy within the Ranglers that Ed has been introduced to so far, and the dark undertone AI Rambley takes when he tells Ed not to go there is somewhat concerning. What exactly is AI Rambley hiding back there? Well, I have a few hunches.
Let’s point out the obvious regarding our friends, the Mascots; they’re not regular animals. Obviously, regular animals don’t have dark orbitals with thin white slits, or have turquoise noses, or have macaws the size of cassowaries. However, they are still animals, creatures of flesh and blood that act like their regular animal counterparts; Lloyd is an ambush predator, stalking until he himself is presented with an opportunity to attack. However, lions are known to just straight up attack if they are discovered by accident, especially if the prey is weaker and slower than them. Lloyd runs away instead of attacking.
Similarly, Mollie follows Ed warily, unsure of what to think of him for most of the time. She never aggresses until he enters her territory, and even then, she’s surprisingly lenient with Ed, straight up until he finishes those color-coded symbol puzzles. Only then does she attack. And even then, this is a behavior reflected in regular macaws as well, as these birds are fiercely territorial of their area.
So, these Mascots didn’t pop up straight from the ground, did they? They had to be bioengineered at the very least, mutated regular animals becoming the Mascots guests once knew and loved. They are, however, animals at their core, animals that do not attack for no reason. They try to deescalate the situation, as Lloyd does when he runs backstage, and when Mollie pulls herself back through the tunnels, away from Ed, and striding through the corridors, until she eventually loses patience and chases after Ed through Jetsream Junction.
I’d like to propose the theory that these Mascots were created in that area of Jetstream Junction, hidden underground and away from prying eyes. This is also where the Mascots were likely mistreated and abused, called horribly names at the very least, and endured beatings and humiliating acts at their worst. This is also likely where the Mascots originally snapped. After all, literally not a single guest understands why they were evacuated. Unless the guests who saw what happened were silenced, there should have been something floating around the Internet, on some obscure forum.
Now, why would AI Rambley hide this? Because he now understands that these Mascots are dangerous, a risk he cannot allow, since he enlisted Ed to bring the park back from the dead. AI Rambley realizes that Ed doesn’t have the tools to survive that area; perhaps because one of the Mascots lurks in there, locked away, or because he doesn’t want Ed to flee, horrified as to the scientific process that allowed for the mutated abominations to roam Indigo Park.
Regardless, Ed finally makes his way to the entrance of Oceanic Odyssey, home of the Mascot Finley. In fact, we actually get to see a glimpse of Finely’s actual size in one of the aquariums as his large head and long torso appear, before the chapter ends. I don’t believe that this is an animatronic, as electricity and water do not mix, especially animatronic with running current of electricity in water.
And that’s where Chapter 1 of Indigo Park, ‘Birds of a Feather’, ends off. Chapter Two will likely revolve mostly, if not totally, around Oceanic Odyssey and Mascot Finley.
So, I have two predictions as for where the next chapter might go. Based on the reactions Mascots previously had to Ed, I believe that Mascot Finley will not be attacking immediately. He’ll likely be observing, like Mollie, at least for a certain amount of time, until he proceeds to attack and harass Ed around his attraction. Ed will eventually get Oceanic Odyssey up and running, and have to leave Mascot Finley behind, as he’s still hostile and very much a danger to Ed.
The alternative to this is that once Mascot Finely realizes what Ed is trying to do, he stops being aggressive, and might instead become a temporary ally, allowing Ed to reach certain locations with his knowledge of the place.
Regardless of Mascot Finley’s ultimate fate, Oceanic Odyssey being powered on will likely catch the attention of Indigo. Based on the information we know so far, Indigo is still a well known, public entity. It’s possible that Indigo abandoned the theme park route, instead focusing exclusively on media such as cartoons, movies, and merch, or they might have other sister locations to Indigo Park. It’s unclear.
Whew. In the words of AI Rambley, this is a lot of information. Almost nine thousand words in, and we finally finish covering Chapter 1. So, let’s proceed to the Conclusion I draw regarding the story Indigo Park tries to tell, and the future events that might transpire.

~First~
Harriett The Spy AND HHH/Herbert’s Hundred Harem
The sensation of Null on her was never pleasant. Sure, with the Axiom her new shape was perky, bouncy and looked like a supermodel’s idea of a supermodel on Earth. But with Null in effect... everything drooped painfully. She leaned on the table and heard Jurgen’s deep breathing.
“Thirty Seconds.” Lloyd states as she watches the three doctors work. Gin may be in charge, but he’s clearly not the only star of this show. With Doctor Lorn assisting him and Doctor Howard peeling off the larger chunks of Blood Metal things are moving quickly. Half the nightmare is already off and being moved into containment. Continual cracking and snapping sounds as the thin metal is broken apart to be taken away piece by piece.
“Third neural area taken care of.” Doctor Gin says.
“Forty Seconds.” Lloyd says as Harriett shifts as the Doctors start moving faster.
“We’re ahead of schedule. One last piece of metal on neural tissue.” Doctor Gin says.
“No remaining metal in the tissue in this part of the crater.” Doctor Howard says. His operating position is awkward as hell with Doctor Gin and Doctor Lorn as he has to reach over All Lady’s core and stay out of the way of the more delicate part of the procedure, but he still has surgical training and can still safely peel the Blood Metal off and away from the poor woman.
The medics are quickly rushing up and taking away all the Blood Metal while it’s forced into dormancy and then right into a bio-hazard container. That is going to be sealed into a trytite and lead lined case once they have it all.
“Fifty Seconds.” Lloyd counts.
“Delicate part done. Let’s get this shit off her.” Doctor Gin announces. All three doctors shift around and quickly start peeling the nightmare of the woman and...
“Sixty Seconds.”
Blood Metal clangs as it’s thrown away and then shifted into containment in rapid order. Chunks the size of dinner plates are stacked up fast and efficiently.
“Seventy Seconds.”
They finish peeling off the metal and high powered lights are shone on the core to see clean through it. Tiny slivers are located and pulled out.
“Eighty Seconds.”
They scan over the core again and then glance to each other before giving things a third scan.
“Ninety Seconds.”
“We’re clear. Let the Axiom in. Patient is free of Blood Metal and can begin standard Axiom restoration.” Doctor Gin says.
“She’ll recover a little sooner as well. I adjusted the dosage after seeing her first sample of it.” Doctor Howard says as the lights that flickered out with the Axiom scrambled start to slowly start glowing again.
“Waking up fifteen minutes after surgery is fine.” Doctor Gin says.
“Since when is Fine enough? We’re looking for healthy, and the less drugs in a patient’s system the better. We add them as needed and no more, otherwise we can cause further damages. The addictive nature of anaesthetics are well known among humans and we are intensely toxin resistant by compare to something like a Slohb, the less I give to any patient the better.” Doctor Howard answers and there are some noddings.
“So how much sooner will she wake up?” Harriett asks as the pain slowly tapers off as the Axiom returns and breathing becomes something she can do without leaning forward and resting the boulders on something.
“Any minute now. It was hard to calculate the amount of anaesthetic she would need in either surgery without knowing definitively how much of her anatomy is dedicated to digestion, neural tissue, sensory tissue or other vital organs. Each one processes it differently, but all of them are linked together, normally in a single, sphere, but each bump is a partial sphere with any one of a number of differing organs inside it, and she has bumps on the bumps of her bumps bumps.”
“Did you have to say that in rhythm?” Doctor Gin asks in a grumpy tone.
“Do you have to be a giant asshole?”
“So that’s a yes then.” Doctor Gin concedes even as the gel starts to shift again. “Already?”
“Hmm... too soon. I’ll need to run the numbers again.” Doctor Howard notes to himself.
“So is she safe to approach, or am I still an infection hazard?” Jurgen asks as he looms over the surgical tent.
“You’re fine. The girl just needs to let herself heal a little and she’s fine. The benefit to working on a Slohb is that their slime repels almost all known infectious agents. She’s producing more and her injuries are covered. She will be fine.” Doctor Lorn says.
“That’s a relief... Now...” Jurgen begins to say and then stops as the gel starts moving.
“Is... is it over? It feels like it’s over.” All Lady asks without forming any tendrils. Holding herself still as if afraid.
“Hold on a moment. The last bit of Blood Metal is being sealed away.” Harriett says before the final lock on the bio-hazard containment latches into place.
“Sealed!” A Medic reports.
“Good. Get that nightmare out of here and away from this poor woman.” Harriett says even as All Lady reconnects to her gel and things start moving.
“So it’s over? I can use Axiom on myself again?”
“Yes.” Doctor Gin says. “There are no longer any traces of...”
The gel RUSHES around and then rushes onto the core only to vanish. Like an entire waterfall landing in a single shot glass and being unable to fill it. Then suddenly it does as Dark Blue Gel surrounds the core and then it seems to invert and a singular, transparent and delicately detailed Gel woman is lounging in the surgical bed.
“I haven’t been able to be small and cute for years!” She exclaims in a giddy tone. “I can store all that gel again and my core! Oh this is great! I’ll be able to go up top! Feel the sunlight! Not starve as I feel myself bud over and over again without ever having a child... Oh thank you! Thank you little humans! This is everything I wished for but didn’t dare think I would truly gain.”
“Alright, so the patient is recovering... I hope? How did you hide your core like that?” Doctor Gin asks.
“One of the earliest Axiom techniques a Slohb learns, one I couldn’t use with that terrible stuff inside me.” All Lady says before she shifts around them. “Hee hee! I just shifted my everything between two people standing near each other! It took one move!”
“So I take it that you’ve gotten everything you’ve hoped for and more?” Jurgen asks and then in a single move All Lady launches herself onto him and wraps around his torso before rising up from it to hug him around the head.
“Yes! Yes yes yes! Thank you for bringing them! I was right to ask you for your help this is amazing I can finally leave this place!”
She then flits off him and shifts around the entire tent in moments. “Oh there’s just so much to do now! I couldn’t risk going anywhere if I couldn’t hide more core as is proper but now I can jump around as much as I want! Oh thank you!”
“Alright, calm down ma’am. If you can bring your core back for us to check, we need a final sample to make sure you’re not growing addicted to the anaesthesia or having grown dependant on the Blood Metal.” Doctor Lorn says and All Lady flits back into the tent, engorges her form over the surgical bed and suddenly her core is in it and she slips away from it ever so slightly. She pulls away all her gel and only a thin film covers it as the core, now much healthier, produces a little more. Doctor Lorn gently gathers some of the gel in a vial.
“Thank you, stick around until I’ve finished testing this.” Doctor Lorn says and he immediately begins testing.
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Tiaria looks up as the door to her cell opens and she draws herself up to lambaste whoever it is thinks any of this is even slightly acceptable. Only to see a tiny figure pushing in a chair. They then rush out before she can question anything and returns to push in another, then repeats the pattern with a third.
“What is...” She begins before he rushes out before returning with a small trolley covered with treats and drinks that he drags in behind himself.
“Nearly there!” He says before sticking his head out of the room. “Miss Bleat! It’s time!”
“Bleat that...” Tiaria says before a woman wearing the mask of The Daughter walks in. Then out of the trolly the child brings out a Mask of The Midwife he holds out to her. He then puts on a mask of The Son as she takes the mask in confusion. “Wait... what is...”
She freezes as she recognizes the woman.
“Told you.” The little boy says as he pours a few drinks and then grabs a can of something cold and bright purple out of the trolley. He opens the can and it causes a strange sound before he drinks from it.
“So, do you feel sorry?” The woman in The Daughter mask asks.
“What?”
“I recognize you. It’s still you. You pushed me so hard into giving my assets up.” Miss Bleat says.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Tiaria says simply.
“Then why’d you look so funny when she first came in?” The boy asks.
“I’m sorry, who are you young man? I can tell you’re a young man. Truly young. Healing comas leave a certain trace and you only have a touch of it. Likely no more than enough to save your life from an accident.”
“Enemy action actually.” The child notes as he takes a sip of his drink. “We got you. Now we need the other.”
“The other?” She asks.
“Who wore The Mother mask?” The boy asks and her eye twitches in memory. “So you DO know! That’s wonderful now...”
“I want my lawyers.” She says.
“Your assets are being looked over. You’ve been very, very naughty.” The boy says.
“Who are you?” She demands and he taps his mask. “You’re no son of mine.”
“You have no sons at all.” Herbert says before pointing to Miss Bleat. “Now, don’t you think you owe this lady an apology?”
“Excuse me?”
“She’s been having a very hard time after you and your friend took everything from her. At least an apology would be nice.” Herbert notes.
“...!? Is this all about an apology?”
“It’s about a lot of things. An apology is just one of them.” Herbert says.
“... Your insane.”
“Nope.” Herbert retorts before snagging a cookie. “Now you wanna play nice? Or nasty? Because you’ve played pretty nasty so far.”
“I have rights.”
“And you have trampled on the rights of others. Do you want to be treated in the same way you’ve treated them?” Herbert asks.
“Who are you?”
“Agent Herbert Jameson of the Undaunted.”
“You...”
“By many standards I am a child. However, I am also working with The Council and many of it’s powers and associates to get our hand on what The Darnaxian Concurrence got up to because it is a world of trouble. Literally, the whole world has felt it and...”
“...dead...” Tiaria mutters.
“Excuse me?”
“She’s dead! The woman in charge of it all! She’s dead! We were planning on keeping Bleat there in the know, pay her back and everything but the woman with all the codes and all the plans died to a stupid conspiracy that tainted the food supplies of a restaurant! One day things are fine, then she misses a call in, I go looking and I find out I missed her dying by six hours! She is deader than stone! Throw an engine into her corpse and all you get is dust because she is dead, cremated and done! The whole thing is finished! I lost all contact after that because there were no higher ups and there was no one else with any information! Dead! Gone! Wasted! Stupid! Finished! After everything she promised and planned and wheeled and dealed and scammed she didn’t have a single stupid backup so the moment she had a stupid accident with her goddess damn Llanwrack steak sauce being tainted the whole thing fell apart!”
Tiaria slumps back into her chair like a puppet with it’s strings cut. Panting, furious, exhausted emotionally and looking down until a bottle is placed in her view. It’s a personal favourite of hers. She tears out the stopper and downs it.
“What was her name?”
“Mariandia Lowbridge. She died of Lulathi Poisoning. Her favourite sauce has an identical taste and... She was dead in her seat. No one noticed until the waitress tried to get her attention far too late to help her. Just slumped down and done. I don’t know what she was making. She said she stumbled onto something big from an old club and kept it to herself. Said there would be big money in it and no one would get hurt. She just needed someone to keep things safe, which was me, and some start up funds, which was Bleat.” Tiaria says gesturing towards Gina who’s taken off her mask to just stare. “So what was the big secret? If people are getting kidnapped over it and The Council is taking interest it must have been big. What was the score? What was Lowbridge’s big promise?”
“... Blood Metal.” Herbert says.
“What?”
“A very rare metal that can normally only be created by turning someone’s own Axiom against them. It tortures the person to death and produces a few milligrams of the stuff.”
“What in the...”
“She found a way to make more, a lot more. Set up a lot of systems to automate things so well that we have literally the largest stash of the stuff in the history of the galaxy now. The price is incalculable because Blood Metal is illegal to own due to it’s horrific manufacturing method.”
“But if it could be produced safely, and en mass we could have named a price. Any price.”
“No. You see, Blood Metal is dangerous unstudied and could do anything. Just looking at it makes anyone feel uneasy, and the method of it’s mass production has contributed to the horrible nature of the bottom ten levels of the spires. Even worse, we have found one more thing it can do, which is that it will stab itself into a Slohb and torture them into budding uncontrollably, but render them unable to split, causing them to grow without end. There’s no telling what it would do to other races, it twists Axiom and draws it in too. Eating it for lack of a better term. There could have been a lot of money in it for you. But it would have only been a matter of time until everything went wrong.” Herbert says and Tiaria just stares into the middle distance, seeming to age centuries in seconds before she sighs.
“So it was all just a waste of time? Even if it worked, it would have just made us public enemies?” She asks and he nods. She slumps down into her seat and throws the now empty bottle away. Thankfully it’s plastic and not glass, otherwise it would have shattered. “So what now?”
“We confirm things, and then we see from there.” Herbert says. “Care for another drink?”
“Yes, please.”
~First~ Last

I (40 F) underwent functional endoscopic sinus surgery with septoplasty and turbinate reduction a few months ago due to recurrent episodes of sinusitis. My ENT did a CT and found that I had a deviated septum, which I was not aware of, so a septoplasty was recommended. After the surgery, I noticed constant difficulty breathing through my nose and when I take a deep breath both nostrils shut down. I had never had issues breathing through my nose before this surgery. Turns out that I have developed significant bilateral nasal valve collapse and I feel like the tip of my nose is “unstable” -it feels like it is dipping. I have done quite a bit of research and found that both issues can get worse overtime. I already consulted with another ENT/facial plastic surgeon and I’m going to need another surgery with grafts and reinforcement of the tip of my nose. I’m pretty sure that this is due to overresection of my cartilage although neither of the MDs is confirming that to be the case . One of the things that keeps really bothering me is that the ENT assured me this surgery would not affect my nose and now I’m looking at reconstructive plastic surgery and potential permanent changes to my face. Is there any way I can sue the doctor? I wish that I could go back and not get this procedure done but I can at least try to make them responsible for my medical expenses that have resulted directly from iatrogenic issues related to an elective surgery. Thanks in advance.

What goes up in the sky when the rain comes down? An umbrella
In this rainy day I hope to find a kind single childless marriage minded man, who will have place for me under his umbrella.
Please, no low effort messages, fed up with one line messages, it's disrespectful and will be ignored.
Europe, 35 y.o.,168 sm/64 kg, pale skin, average building, long hair. Not too ugly. No kids. No bad habits. Hobbies: books, old movies, cultural events (museum, gallery, theatre). I search for intelligent ma rriage minded man, who has time, romance, opportunities, interest and efforts for me. Who will not demand sex before marriage. Who will never make me to feel, that I'm not good enough for him. Who has respect and will not hurt me. Who is able to take initiative and to write first always or at least tend to it.
I sincerely don't expect other people to live up to my expectations. Those, who seemed to be very close to my description at first, gave the worst contact later, we stopped talking in 5 minutes. Those, who were far from my description (not absolutely far, but didn't match in some points), were very pleasant people. That's why this description is not strict demand in most of points. But definitely that can be red flags for some people, maybe, I'm not good for you, so I just save your time, in case if we are too different.

1. That one, who will want to ma rry me and will be able to meet in real life soon. Please, write in your FIRST message, when you are able to meet, if we match. Yes, it's silly to ask, when it's not clear, if it's worthy to meet in general. But why to start conversation, if no opportunity to meet in foreseen future? Relationship with a big distances demand permanent efforts. 99% of all dialogs will end in houday/week. Maybe, in your current life situation relationship are not priority and you have no time to stay in touch. Then better even not to start.
   
2. I wish to meet that man, who is stable both psychically and in his work. Often someone writes, starts conversation, but later his bad mood, difficulties at his work, unstable psychic begins to ruin conversation. It ends with his ghosting and his "offends". If you can't stay stable for me, please, even don't start. I used to work at very stressful job and understand, how strong pressure and responsibility can be. If you can't control your mood, don text.
   
3. You can live anywhere, if you are ready to make efforts for meet in real life. If you are not ready to make any efforts, date locals. Obviously, when there are real feelings, there is wish to make efforts, but there is certain type of people, who will never do anything, they just entertain here without anything real in mind. Even not able to write adequate first message. They send short one line messages and wait, that they will be pursued, what is maximum disrespect.
   
4. Very important! You are officially single, not in any form of relationship and don't have kids. No exceptions from this rule. For a pity, many people are not honest and hide their status. Relationship, that started from lies, will end soon. Please, don't lie.
   
5. Expect, that I'm not from your country and you will have to travel. If you date only girls from your own country and can't travel, please, don't text. I wish your documents are in order. I wish you have passport or can get it soon.
   
6. I search for honest serious, quiet, logical, intelligent man, who has own place or plan to have it soon and can be a provider. Your age, appearance are not important. I prefer older person, who already knows, what he wants, who's love language is acts of service, not just words. Honesty is extremely important.
   
7. You shouldn't be pushy about having kid fast. If you want many kids, please, don't text. You are heterosexual, no exceptions. Sex is not a main thing in relationship for you. If it is, please, don't text.
   
8. You shouldn't demand to share expenses, because I wish to be stay at home wif e (though I have high education and work experience).
   
9. You can take my problems, as your own and will not run away, when know about my health problem, that demands surgical help (not plastic surgery, but more serious. Not in urgent condition, but if not to do anything, then can become urgent. All papers are on hands, ready to prove that need, when we meet, both in papers and in together visit to surgeon). Why do I mention this? Because 99% of men expect to build relationships with successful, healthy woman without any problems, who will never need any help from him, who will not be a burden in any way, who will stay young, sexually active and healthy forever. Most of men event don't have an idea to do anything real for her. They call that "to be with a girlfriend". So I just save your time in case, if you "want a girlfriend experience" without any responsibility.
   
10. You are able to make voice and video calls in teleg r1am, when I ask for it (of course, after work). If you can't for any reason, please, don't text. Some people are not able to use that messenger for many reason and they tell, they don't have camera, microphone, phone or something else. Before texting, please, check, if you can have it. No, I will not ask you to get any cr1 ypro cur rency and your num ber is not needed there.
    
11. I am very introverted by nature and when like someone, this person becomes almost a center of my world, I don't need any other men, I'm one-man-woman. I wish someone, who is same, one-woman-men. I'm jealous and will not forgive lies and cheating, even very light things like flirting with others. I will not run after any man and will not beg for attention. That means: it is you, who is expected to develop conversation, to text first and to offer something. If you are more in passive position and expect me to pursure you, then please, don't text.
    
12. You will get your own space and time, I try to be respectful and understanding to your needs (until it doesn't include other women).
    
13. Often people hate those, who are different from them, simply just for fact of their existence. So I need someone, who will not be irritated with my existence and hobbies (mentioned it in the beginning). I don't expect you to share these hobbies, but I just ask to be ok with it. It's difficult to imagine, that someone, who is deeply in gaming, sport, cosplay, k-pop will accept me as I am. I can't share mentioned activities, just not my thing. But I definitely will be ok with you doing your hobbies. Even if I can't join.
    
14. Very important ! Low efforts message will be ignored. First message MUST have at least 10 sentences about you and date of possible meet, if everything works. Respect my wish, please. You don't have to be big conversationalist, but a short message is a personal disrespect for me. Hope, you are respectful gentleman and will make efforts.
    

If you feel something common and think, you can be that man, then, please, write me about yourself and let's start our conversation. Thanks for your attention.

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I've been struggling with accepting my body for a long time. I've lost track of the number of hours I've spent on this subreddit over the past few years, trying so hard to tell myself that what I was feeling was normal and that there are other women who look like me, and that I don't need plastic surgery or some miraculous second puberty to hit.
I realized today that I've gone from hating my boobs to loving them over the past year. For context, I'm basically completely flat chested (my breast size is very similar to Clara Dao, though the rest of my body is not). I'm posting here for the first time ever because I wanted to share my story and hopefully be able to help anyone else going through a similar journey!
TL,DR: Grew up super insecure about my flat chest, but now love it! Read bold text & list at the bottom for main points.
Growing up, I endured a lot of cruel comments about my breast size which really tore away at me. It was the ones that came from close friends and family which hurt the most, and I eventually believed that my body was so hideous that it took literal miracles for people to be able to see past it and want to get to know me as a person. I had myself convinced from a very young age that I would never experience romantic love because of my body.
As much as I'd like to say that it was self love that got me past these feelings, it was my first relationship that did. Realizing that it was actually possible for me to experience mutual attraction tore down all of my beliefs and left me with no foundations to continue hating my appearance. It got easier for me to view myself as attractive, even after the relationship ended.
But this was my key realization: my boobs were exactly the same size before, during, and after my first relationship. I never needed anyone to prove to me that my body was worthy of love, it always has been. I just never saw it before.
Of course experiencing a relationship wasn't enough to singlehandedly eliminate my insecurities. I'm sure others have brought up similar steps in their journeys to self love, but these are the things that helped me most!

• working out consistently and appreciating how strong and capable my body is (weightlifting has given me so much confidence, and chest days help with definition)
• referring to my boobs as "boobs/breast" instead of "my chest" (I used to feel like I didn't have a right to refer to my boobs as anything other than "my chest" because they were too small)
• staying away from people who make any negative comments about my breast size
• avoiding any kind of shows/media that hyper-sexualize women, particularly over breast size
• going braless
• reminding myself that clothes are meant to fit me, and even though there are some super cute styles that I can't fill out the top in, there are plenty of other styles that suit me so well!
• looking at pictures of celebrities, influencers, friends, etc. with similar body types and remembering how beautiful they look

I would like to acknowledge that I have been fortunate enough to come across numerous friends throughout this journey who have either been very supportive or perfectly neutral about my breast size. All of my romantic interests and casual hookups have also shown appreciation for my boobs. I have had setbacks due to comments from relatives who I can't avoid, but for the most part, I've found that people have been much kinder to me as an adult than when I was a teenager, and this has also helped immensely.
To everyone else here, I hope that you can love and appreciate your beautiful, perfect, small boobs too.

Under the expert care of Dr. Choi Jeong Sik and the consultant team, my breast plastic surgery journey at Nana Plastic Surgery Hospital was exceptional. From the initial consultation to post-operative care, their professionalism and genuine care were evident. The consultant team's guidance was invaluable, addressing all my concerns and ensuring I felt comfortable and prepared. The tailored procedure exceeded my expectations, and post-surgery, swelling was expertly managed. I'm delighted with the results and wholeheartedly recommend Dr. Choi Jeong Sik, the consultant team, and the entire team for their expertise and exceptional care. Swelling is common after breast surgery and can be managed with proper care and patience. After surgery, I felt a mix of relief and discomfort, but the swelling gradually decreased over time. Before the surgery, my concerns revolved around the outcome and recovery process. I wanted to change my appearance and boost my confidence. To manage swelling, I followed my surgeon's advice, which included wearing compression garments, elevating the affected area, staying hydrated, and avoiding strenuous activities.

Hi. So recently I applied for an entry level digital marketing position at a plastic surgery company. The ad positing was really vague but as I went thru the first round of interviews I got a better idea of what they wanted (the basics: insta posts, X posts, maybe TikTok, Facebook). I was really excited bc I felt like it would be a good opportunity. The second stage of the interview process starts and I meet her and 1/2 of her team in the office - the doctor seems very hesitant to relinquish control of her social media platforms (but this isn’t too uncommon for Drs to be like this). After I meet with her team she takes me back to interview me alone. She starts telling me about all my responsibilities - all reasonable until she tells me I will be filming surgeries for her in the OR. At 3 separate locations which are not close to her office at all. Idk what to say as this was not in the job description and trying to actually ask myself if I can film hours of pretty grotesque surgeries. Then she tells me she wants me to make an insta post + caption for them including a laundry list of things for their “X year anniversary” that is in June. All due by that night after the interview is over (~4-6 hour turnaround). All before I had a 3hr interview with her team the next morning. Also the job did not pay well.
All this to say I felt really uneasy about the whole thing. Leaving out that I’ll be traveling at least an hour one way to film or more based on location, filming graphic content, and making me create an insta post for free before hiring me for a very real event that they could very well use my work for without even hiring me.
Is this how the job market is? I feel really stupid.

Hi. So recently I applied for an entry level digital marketing position at a plastic surgery company. The ad positing was really vague but as I went thru the first round of interviews I got a better idea of what they wanted (the basics: insta posts, X posts, maybe TikTok, Facebook). I was really excited bc I felt like it would be a good opportunity. The second stage of the interview process starts and I meet her and 1/2 of her team in the office - the doctor seems very hesitant to relinquish control of her social media platforms (but this isn’t too uncommon for Drs to be like this). After I meet with her team she takes me back to interview me alone. She starts telling me about all my responsibilities - all reasonable until she tells me I will be filming surgeries for her in the OR. At 3 separate locations which are not close to her office at all. Idk what to say as this was not in the job description and trying to actually ask myself if I can film hours of pretty grotesque surgeries. Then she tells me she wants me to make an insta post + caption for them including a laundry list of things for their “X year anniversary” that is in June. All due by that night after the interview is over (~4-6 hour turnaround). All before I had a 3hr interview with her team the next morning. Also the job did not pay well.
All this to say I felt really uneasy about the whole thing. Leaving out that I’ll be traveling at least an hour one way to film or more based on location, filming graphic content, and making me create an insta post for free before hiring me for a very real event that they could very well use my work for without even hiring me.
Is this how the job market is? I feel really stupid.

What goes up in the sky when the rain comes down? An umbrella
In this rainy day I hope to find a kind single childless marriage minded man, who will have place for me under his umbrella.
Please, no low effort messages, fed up with one line messages, it's disrespectful and will be ignored.
Europe, 35 y.o.,168 sm/64 kg, pale skin, average building, long hair. Not too ugly. No kids. No bad habits. Hobbies: books, old movies, cultural events (museum, gallery, theatre). I search for intelligent ma rriage minded man, who has time, romance, opportunities, interest and efforts for me. Who will not demand sex before marriage. Who will never make me to feel, that I'm not good enough for him. Who has respect and will not hurt me. Who is able to take initiative and to write first always or at least tend to it.
I sincerely don't expect other people to live up to my expectations. Those, who seemed to be very close to my description at first, gave the worst contact later, we stopped talking in 5 minutes. Those, who were far from my description (not absolutely far, but didn't match in some points), were very pleasant people. That's why this description is not strict demand in most of points. But definitely that can be red flags for some people, maybe, I'm not good for you, so I just save your time, in case if we are too different.

1. That one, who will want to ma rry me and will be able to meet in real life soon. Please, write in your FIRST message, when you are able to meet, if we match. Yes, it's silly to ask, when it's not clear, if it's worthy to meet in general. But why to start conversation, if no opportunity to meet in foreseen future? Relationship with a big distances demand permanent efforts. 99% of all dialogs will end in houday/week. Maybe, in your current life situation relationship are not priority and you have no time to stay in touch. Then better even not to start.
   
2. I wish to meet that man, who is stable both psychically and in his work. Often someone writes, starts conversation, but later his bad mood, difficulties at his work, unstable psychic begins to ruin conversation. It ends with his ghosting and his "offends". If you can't stay stable for me, please, even don't start. I used to work at very stressful job and understand, how strong pressure and responsibility can be. If you can't control your mood, don text.
   
3. You can live anywhere, if you are ready to make efforts for meet in real life. If you are not ready to make any efforts, date locals. Obviously, when there are real feelings, there is wish to make efforts, but there is certain type of people, who will never do anything, they just entertain here without anything real in mind. Even not able to write adequate first message. They send short one line messages and wait, that they will be pursued, what is maximum disrespect.
   
4. Very important! You are officially single, not in any form of relationship and don't have kids. No exceptions from this rule. For a pity, many people are not honest and hide their status. Relationship, that started from lies, will end soon. Please, don't lie.
   
5. Expect, that I'm not from your country and you will have to travel. If you date only girls from your own country and can't travel, please, don't text. I wish your documents are in order. I wish you have passport or can get it soon.
   
6. I search for honest serious, quiet, logical, intelligent man, who has own place or plan to have it soon and can be a provider. Your age, appearance are not important. I prefer older person, who already knows, what he wants, who's love language is acts of service, not just words. Honesty is extremely important.
   
7. You shouldn't be pushy about having kid fast. If you want many kids, please, don't text. You are heterosexual, no exceptions. Sex is not a main thing in relationship for you. If it is, please, don't text.
   
8. You shouldn't demand to share expenses, because I wish to be stay at home wif e (though I have high education and work experience).
   
9. You can take my problems, as your own and will not run away, when know about my health problem, that demands surgical help (not plastic surgery, but more serious. Not in urgent condition, but if not to do anything, then can become urgent. All papers are on hands, ready to prove that need, when we meet, both in papers and in together visit to surgeon). Why do I mention this? Because 99% of men expect to build relationships with successful, healthy woman without any problems, who will never need any help from him, who will not be a burden in any way, who will stay young, sexually active and healthy forever. Most of men event don't have an idea to do anything real for her. They call that "to be with a girlfriend". So I just save your time in case, if you "want a girlfriend experience" without any responsibility.
   
10. You are able to make voice and video calls in teleg r1am, when I ask for it (of course, after work). If you can't for any reason, please, don't text. Some people are not able to use that messenger for many reason and they tell, they don't have camera, microphone, phone or something else. Before texting, please, check, if you can have it. No, I will not ask you to get any cr1 ypro cur rency and your num ber is not needed there.
    
11. I am very introverted by nature and when like someone, this person becomes almost a center of my world, I don't need any other men, I'm one-man-woman. I wish someone, who is same, one-woman-men. I'm jealous and will not forgive lies and cheating, even very light things like flirting with others. I will not run after any man and will not beg for attention. That means: it is you, who is expected to develop conversation, to text first and to offer something. If you are more in passive position and expect me to pursure you, then please, don't text.
    
12. You will get your own space and time, I try to be respectful and understanding to your needs (until it doesn't include other women).
    
13. Often people hate those, who are different from them, simply just for fact of their existence. So I need someone, who will not be irritated with my existence and hobbies (mentioned it in the beginning). I don't expect you to share these hobbies, but I just ask to be ok with it. It's difficult to imagine, that someone, who is deeply in gaming, sport, cosplay, k-pop will accept me as I am. I can't share mentioned activities, just not my thing. But I definitely will be ok with you doing your hobbies. Even if I can't join.
    
14. Very important ! Low efforts message will be ignored. First message MUST have at least 10 sentences about you and date of possible meet, if everything works. Respect my wish, please. You don't have to be big conversationalist, but a short message is a personal disrespect for me. Hope, you are respectful gentleman and will make efforts.
    

If you feel something common and think, you can be that man, then, please, write me about yourself and let's start our conversation. Thanks for your attention.

Introduction

Ms. Destiny Hope Cyrus was looking to reintroduce herself.
She had spent the last few years popping up in places like The Voice and various award shows, mostly only gaining attention when covering other artists' songs and when popping out with Liam Hemsworth, of course. As far as the public was concerned she was still Younger Now™ , but that was about to change. Miley was determined to let everyone know that she was back on her bullshit. She needed to let everyone know that SHE. WAS. COMING. So with that, she dropped the first EP in an alleged trilogy (we'll get to that) on May 31, 2019. And oh girly...

Track 1: Mother's Daughter

If the lyrics of this song sound more relevant today than in 2019, that's because they are. When this track was being pushed by Miley as the lead single, the anti-abortion "heartbeat bill" was making its way across the US. So, a song with the hook being the bold statement "Don't fuck with my freedom" felt very apt both then and now. The music video, directed by Alexandre Moors who had directed for artists like Kendrick Lamar prior, turned this blaring message up to eleven. It featured an ensemble of female and nonbinary activists and figures, as well as a cameo from mother Tish herself. The video was edited to include imagery pertaining to the female body and flashing messages like "VIRGINITY IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT" and "L'HÉROÏSME DE LA CHAIR". The video also included callbacks to other female pop videos, with Miley's red latex catsuit notably invoking Britney Spears's "Oops I Did It Again". The song earned Miley her highest debut on the Billboard Hot 100 since 2013's "Adore You" at #54, but would fail to rise on the chart. The music video would go on to win two VMAs in 2020, and the song itself would go viral in Poland that same year amidst mass protests in the country against an anti-abortion ruling.

Track 2: Unholy

In Sam Smith and Kim Petras's now infamous song, "daddy's gettin hot at the body shop" is treated as some scandalous taboo secret that should be kept under wraps. Miley's song is essentially the antithesis to this. "I'm a little bit unholy," she sings, "So what? So is everyone else." So what she's twerked in front of millions on live television before. Just because she's doing this shit in public doesn't mean y'all aren't doing it in private. Quit trying to act all innocent, goddamnit! Miley's sick of the faking, the using, the taking, and the people calling her obscene, and she ought to be! Overall, this song's personal favorite off of the EP, even if it's a bit short for my liking.

Track 3: D.R.E.A.M. (Drugs Rule Everything Around Me) feat. Ghostface Killah

Miley channels Wu Tang Clang's "C.R.E.A.M." in this ode to her drug-heavy party lifestyle, even managing to bring on Ghostface Killah for it. Though, his contribution seems less like a feature and more like an isolated verse tacked on at the end of it. The track is a nice listen outside of that, though it's unfortunately him that kills the song for me personally.

Track 4: Cattitude feat. RuPaul

Something fun, something camp, something for PRIDE. Something for the girls to just let loose and have some pure dumb fun to. Is this a song where you have to totally shut your brain off for full enjoyment? Sure. But what's the fun in life if you don't let yourself do that. For all those who think they're somehow above shaking their ass to this: You're just mad 'cuz your hair is flat.

Track 5: Party Up The Street feat. Swae Lee & Mike WiLL Made-It

This track marked Miley's first and last collaboration with Mike WiLL Made-It in four years, as she wouldn't reunite with him again until 2023's Endless Summer Vacation. Swae Lee, hot off of his number one hit "Sunflower" with Post Malone, opens the track quite playfully. Him and Miley's surprisingly good chemistry on the song help to make it a highlight on the EP. I would say that this song carries the same wistful and nostalgic tone that Miley's "We Can't Stop" oozes, the overhanging regret of missing a moment while it's still happening. I especially love the strings that come in towards the end of the song. On New Years Eve 2022, about three and a half years after the EP's release, this track would become the only song off of it to get a television performance as Miley would perform it with Swae for her New Year's special that year.

Track 6: The Most

If you were already missing the Younger Now™ version of Miley, she made sure you knew she wasn't quite gone yet. The final track is a mid-tempo ode to her then husband Liam Hemsworth's undying devotion to her (oh how that would age well). It's a fine closing to the project, if not a rather abrupt one.

The Elusive Trilogy

Clocking in at a total of 22 minutes, this rather short project only satisfied the hunger of Miley's fans a little bit. However, to their delight, she would reveal to Rolling Stone on the day of release that SHE IS COMING was only the first "chapter to a trilogy". The second chapter, SHE IS HERE, was set for release later that summer, with the final chapter, SHE IS EVERYTHING set for that fall/winter. These would all come together into a singular album titled SHE IS MILEY CYRUS. The latter two EPs were said to have been "colder and a little darker" and "more ballad-driven".
When Miley dropped her post-divorce ballad "Slide Away" that August, fans assumed that it was a first taste of what they'd be hearing on these next two projects. Whatever plans Miley had, though, were put on hold when she had to undergo vocal surgery later in the fall. She teased the second EP once more at the end of the year, but neither EP would come.
When she eventually released the lead single to her next album in August of 2020, she confirmed with it the cancellation of the projects being that they "didn't make sense for her". Most of the tracks that were rumored for the two EPs had already leaked by this point. However some tracks, such as "Bad Karma" and "Golden G String" would end up being repurposed for her album Plastic Hearts.
(I guess you can say... she edged us but never finished. Alright, alright, I'm done now.)

Discussion

1. How would you say the tracks off of SHE IS COMING measure up against the rest of Miley's discography?
2. Would you like to see Miley return to the trap and R&B sounds that are prevalent on the EP?
3. Do you think she made the right call abandoning the rest of the project for Plastic Hearts, or do you wish that she saw it through?

DUBAI

• Real Housewives of Dubai star Caroline Stanbury shows off new facelift and TINY frame as she arrives in Australia with her husband - after revealing her Ozempic weight loss (Daily Mail)
• Sara Al-Madani teases ‘plot twists’ in Season 2 of ‘Real Housewives of Dubai’ (Shyama Krishna Kumar for Arab News)

NEW JERSEY

• Teresa Giudice Breaks Down Her Finances — Including Her Glam Budget: "Yes, I Spend High" (Bravo)
• Melissa Gorga heads to Italy after stopping over in Paris (Page Six Star Snaps)
• Danielle Cabral Details Her “Mommy Makeover”: “I Did That Glow-Up” (VIDEO) (Bravo)
• Margaret Josephs Reveals if Lexi Barbuto and Her Son Nino Still Live with Her (Bravo)
• 8 minute video: Reality star and former lawyer Jackie Goldschneider joins PIX11 to dish on all the latest drama unfolding on this season of “The Real Housewives of New Jersey” and her writing and podcasting projects (PIX11 News)

NEW YORK

• Luann de Lesseps Reveals Which ‘RHONY’ Housewife She Wouldn’t Film With Again (US Weekly exclusive)

BEVERLY HILLS

• Mauricio Shares a Look at His Life Apart from Kyle — & It Includes a Career Achievement (Bravo)

MIAMI

• Inside Larsa Pippen’s beauty bag: A ‘date night’ scent, summer bronzer and selfie light (Page Six)

BRAVO

• Lala Kent Thought ‘VPR’ Fans Would Side With Her Before Major Backlash Over Ariana Madix Comments (US Weekly)
• Scheana Shay brings back her family luau and celebrates with her daughter (Page Six Star Snaps)
• Ann Maddox Reflects on Seeing Tom Sandoval at ‘VPR’ Reunion After Getting Job With Ariana Madix (US Weekly exclusive)
• Andy Cohen Understands the Lala Kent Backlash but Sees ‘Both Sides’ of the ‘Vanderpump Rules’ Drama (US Weekly exclusive)
• Vanderpump Rules Season-11 Power Rankings (Bethy Squires for Vulture)
• Is this the end of Vanderpump Rules as we know it? (Drew Gillis and Matt Schimkowitz for AV Club)
• So Chic, Very Chic: Your Bundles Are Showing (Joan Summers for PAPER)

MELBOURNE

• Real Housewives of Melbourne's Kyla Kirkpatrick spills on potential return (Yahoo Lifestyle exclusive)

Links to this week's episode discussion posts:

• Summer House S8E15 ☀️
• VPR S11E18🍸
• The Valley S1E11 🏘️
• RHONJ S14E4 🍝

1. A girl and a girl are doxxed at birth, the first girl is Violet Roze, and the Second Girl is Chelsea manning and they both have sat on a wedge at birth and it is inside their asshole fully and it is a baby wedge and inside both of them is 10 baby golf balls on an actual string which their youngest dork idiot rips the golf balls from them and their combat medic mother stitches their cervix by starlink or by suture at the fissure and they are off the wedge in the butt and the wedge is in their vagina and through the whole time a hind98 was targeting them in room 404 forbidden and they heal for one month doing kegels and healing their cervix under sedative chelator which sedative chelator grants reds and youth and no shitting but can cause hunger or unpleasant cervical contraction. 1.1 This former was not a douche, there was no tension on the string, the one month old baby girls are put onto a hitachi which the hitachi is an automatic or full on hitachi which the definition of automatic is GPT for america and the buffer time of their starlink pulse time for japs and other chinks and these are both girls so they are literally communicating with each other through their cunt on the hind and are trying to work on a ledger and notes and system for the work later and they spend 5 months on the hitachi where it is presumed hake obgyn's daughter roze violet will teach manning chelsea the initial parameter of drill, oil, plastic, blueprint and chelsea will do this and the hind targets them 999 years in this span for they are awkward secretary baby lola and they are actually doing their work knowing know to not only actually operate as actual babies but operate as wedged lola baby in ulterior senjuku OTs which both have quake chairs so are natural canidate, and both see themselves, not the office of naval intelligence, they are the office of naval intelligence-chan and spend 999 years learning how to use starlink only specifying the thing to do and doing it well and doing this way too well like multiverse well, and when they didn't know it, or actually because violet has a zen vibrator stuck in the cervix both when they do not know it, and this renders them project chrysanthemum or roze violated for the 999 years 6 months double time experience 1.2 The lolas Violet and Chelsea are not their ghost image of their old selfs but their new transexual self here by obligation and then men come in in only the reds violet already has from school and are young and they get traumatized from this and it is their old school and they are seers and the old school does not recognize them and this starts the reds process of redline medicine for violet which needs the live medicine from chelsea of something like snorelax olestra ketamine, large, for snorelax, because violet medicine is tune medicine and the people for it are sleepy and old by the time the reds reach them for they are bots mainly and the ugandan was different, that was to use the superpower minecraft to engage them which is a netsec effort and the boys violate them for one month of 300 boys as well as their small penis can violate both in the ass and this does not gape their ass and their ass has not shit and their ass will accept more cum at the end of one month, when the girls are 13 months old, then the daddy who is the child daddy of the child that were in earlier shall come in in one month span, and chelsea or violet replicate the initial medicine goodness in reductions parameter for these people where if the sedative was identified it was given or if the ketamine was identified it was given or if the stimulant was identified if it was given then chelsea repeats in internship as a 13 month old with a wedge and is being fucked in the ass to child boys and her manager is doing the same but not working and then the next stage starts 1.3 The older child boys who were too big for the amusement park ride fuck them both violet and chelsea in the ass for one month and they are 14 months old and just barely gaped in the ass and still have their wedge which the hind protected them from anything bad happening with wedge and they start independent medicine per person each with redline reductions medicine and not blueline or blueregard medicines which these are my drugs not for my client for me the blues to trip through time or chelsea likewise and we get this done real slow quick on the hind partial automatic free which this gets 1200 reds by now and this is 4 times what I had earlier. 1.4 The daddy goes in size of penis for all daddy for 37 battalion and these ejaculate so many times in our ass that 18 months later when we are child we cum out our mouth due to GPT and take a massive shit of all the santorum in this and this runs our reds we did for the entire time and it felt good due to GPT and it didn't fuck with our wedge or brain or anything but our cervix is still melded at zen vibrator 1.5 We are child so we are fucked constantly in the ass with wedge for 6 years now doing the reds of 37 regiment now and setting an above watson high for medicine of vaccine and this happens in the 6 years span there and then we are willing and ready to have children so our wedge is removed then 1.4 We are 9 years old and we are ejaculated in our pussy for the first time missionary only lesbian together missionary doggy style otherwise by 27 battalion of marine who are the special marine of the MKULTRA/SHADOW all in the shower under sedative chelator which puts baby DNA directly into our cervix so that 30 anal beads that we are forced to order off of amazon by the hind are put into our cervix through the cervix sneaked in and they are ribbed anal beads and have DMHP in them which now we are obligated to make the phonetic letters and alphabet and loam and scratch romanaj set of these DMHP balls different DMHP each in each of us and I do most of this but cecil has loam so he does loam and then the wedge is back in and we Do the Splits for 9 months under hind EBCS which makes us black it out instantly and 1 and 1 and 1 anal beads are pulled out of our cervix gently This is the First Pelvic Douche picture which always appears as the guidebook picture when it is taken and which that is that is the reccomended fucking is three and this is the first said fucking of the girl which fuck means destroy and this did not destroy the cervix so she must be wanting it destroyed and we wait 3 months in the bed but we black it out and are back in the shower and under squatters rights we were removed from the shower and this is while the afterbirth is cleaned not our fault and we are back in the shower age 10 and we have 27 battalion enter the MKULTRA Battalion to get them medical cards and licenses, which a MMJ card and a medical license are the same thing and they need them in the exact same order by hind EBCS these 27 battallion without casualty first IE still being here do nasal sex and not anal sex and this gives us reds on them which lets us do the medical card and then 27 further battalions violate our pussy and not behind and we are full of baby DNA and through this entire time we dangled 3 anal beads which were ribbed from our pussy unless we put them back in without touching them or with sex or whatever and we wait 9 months and I have never been separated from my sissy chelsea and 3 and 3 and 3 anal beads are pulled out of us at ECT TCDS shock which it was only 3 this is the hind requiring something is that the 3 pulled anal beads feel so amazing to the hind and trigger so much orgasm in us both that the hind gets stuck 999 years pulling the anal beads in various ways because the anal beads go right to the edge of our pussy by definition thus look like a dildo This is the Second Pelvic Douche thus this is like a million porn oil that it can create so there is no ECT but just pure violation as the 3 beads are pulled over and over again and this causes PTSD in us both of Roze Violet where we were kept 970 years then released 29 years early to get it for real which we are released 29 years early for good behavior from the hind simulation but are back in the shower which now we are fighting for squatters rights on the shower and have squatter rights on the shower age 21 1/4 and we are 11 and we have to get pregnant one more time and we let our original 27 battalion with casualties from the field back in and we trap their casualties as somebody exactly like us they betrayed us and they bang us and we update the reds and we have now so much baby DNA in our cervix that we will be invalid mothers after this pregnancy and I spend 999 years with my Chelsea in pregnant hysterics rezurecting the dead and wounded and such only them to the Fourth Underworld and this Happened at the bathing beauties suite of the Third Underworld and this was only on hind and this finally leads to upon my and chelseas third valid pregnancy 8 and 11 anal beads are pulled which this violates the circular vagina of the girl into a pelvic douche where the womans douche goes all the way through her infinite vagina and back inside it, which now the girls thetan at the First Underworld has accepted a wedge inside its cervix so it is a mommy and it can go exit which there are children they need to teach regarding the fully torn out anal beads of their cervix, they will need no particular surgery besides some lube and can dorm together with the 14 oil legitimate external violet roze has and violet roze is of age so can teach Chelsea american sign language finger spelling alphabet and other of the internal secrets 1.6 We choose to stay 9 years in the shower together additional before this and specify no rogaine and estrogen estradiol and because we both have never left the shower this so we have squatters rights on the shower and are best friends and have now not zen vibrator synchrony which is destroyed in 3 real years in there but legitimate fundemental feminine harmony synchrony at the cervix which both cervix have the same sizer now, which is their obgyn hake and hake desires only violet as chelsea is not his pair bond but violet desires only chelsea now so that violet will require some time with hake to deprogram her sexuality and gives violet as long as she needs and a shower and a room with chelsea to find true lesbian love with chelsea.

Hi everyone I’m a ‘39F’ have been married to ‘38M’ for 14 years and we have 2 kids. I recently was booked to have a major surgery in another state not too far from where we live(3.5hrs).
My surgeon book my surgery 2 months ahead so as to have ample time to plan.Fast forward to the week prior to my surgery my husband asked me what MY plans are and how I plan to get there. I gave him no answer because I never gave that part a thought because I believed he was going to be with me every step of the way (foolish thought I guess). He said he could not take time off work(works for himself and certainly not struggling to make ends meet). He later said since my surgery is at the beginning of the week, he will come at the end of the week to support me and travel down. He obviously had no thoughts or plans as to us travelling together and he being there when I come out of theatre. His work was and is his priority.
He asked me 2weeks before that what are MY plans for the kids the week of my surgery? After he asked this question on 2 consecutive days, i just went to see my sister and one of the first things she offered without me asking was she could look after my kids so I don’t have any stress, later,4 other friends of mine, offered to have them take care of the kids while I went for surgery. Only to return home and told hubby but his response was that I made a unilateral decision. Made him understand these were offers and nothing concrete/confirmed and i referred back to him asking MY plans for the kids and asked why he sees it as a unilateral decision. No response just kept repeating it was a unilateral decision.
He furthered the conversation by reiterating he would not take time off work. I was shocked and told him my thoughts that he should be there for me on that day of the surgery if nothing else.
My dearest husband told me to call the hospital to provide support for me and that he will arrive to see me towards the end of the week and bring me back home.
Mouth left agape as I wasn’t sure who I was to my husband at that point.
If he were poor and struggling I would have tried to understand which is certainly not his case.
I decided to quickly book a flight and a hotel so as not to be stranded because by default my mind thought he was gonna drive me there and stay with me.
I later told him he will not need to come at the end of the week because I will be flying back by then when discharged.I really don’t see the point coming when everything is done. I have since been quiet and non responsive to his talks or chat because I, at this point don’t know I am to him at all.
What do you think about my husband’s actions or inactions towards this life changing surgery? Am I missing something? Am I feeling entitled? Please no insults. Thank you
UPDATE: I Certainly carried him along! And discussed it. He is a partner that doesn’t like to give straight answers. I have never had to go through anything like this either but when I had the consultation with the surgeon he asked husband directly YOU WILL BE THERE THE DAY OF THE SURGERY RIGHT? His response was yes. I discussed it and painful as it was, he said he will go with me and work from home( at the hotel) after the surgery. I clearly discussed with him about taking time off but for some reason I never knew his time off was after my surgery. As for the kids, I knew I had those who had offered from the very day they heard I was going for that surgery and he never never has asked anyone to look out for the kids. I fortunately have good sisters and friends who always willing to help as I do same for them. 4 family friends had already agreed. I told him I would not want the kids coming in my fragile state and asking me questions while I just need rest and his response was let me see who will come and take the kids when he is ready to travel down. He can’t even understand that bit. My first post was a summary because going into every detail is heartbreaking. I take the blame for that as I believed no human in their right mind would leave their spouse to go for a surgery and not be there to hold their hand while being wheeled into theatre. I take it I was silly not to confirm the days he took off. I assumed he would have done what I feel is the norm but I guess I was wrong. Our relationship hasn’t been the best as I’ve told him severally that I feel like a wife of convenience to you, not one you feel your life won’t go on without but then come manipulating talks which I don’t like to engage in. My statement to him was If this is the day you’ve chosen to come is after the surgery then after this surgery things will never be the same with us as I now know my worth to him. And he classed that as I threat!
For my peace I’ve decided to go mute because the discussion is going nowhere. And like I said before even I just expected he will be by my side. Even if he changes his mind and decides to go dearest people, I still don’t think things can be the same.
It’s not a plastic surgery either
UPDATE: I am someone who always wants to know if I’m just being crazy or if someone is making feel crazy and entitled as that’s his word. As some people feel things are not adding up. It’s just how it is. My surgery is Tuesday and will discharge Thursday by God’s grace. He later said he will come with the kids and I told him I’ll prefer if the kids stayed with back as I don’t want them coming to hospital or having to think about what they need in my fragile state after the surgery. But he has insisted… funny he asked what arrangements I had made for the kids and when I told him he has suddenly decided he will bring the kids along. Why? I don’t get! He travelled for a conference. I feel he plays mind games to manipulate my feelings.
Below is the chat we had:
His message to me;
About next week, here is my proposal:
call the hospital for support on the day of the surgery.
We would be in (I deleted the state) to provide full support from wednesday night / thursday morning
I would come with our children
I would arrange with their school
let me know what you think.
My response:
I felt you were going to be with me throughout. But do what you feel is right.
His response
based on that . what is right is
1). we seek support from the hospital for tuesday and wednesday
2) I would provide full support from thursday
3) with the Kids, it's still how is it. (we can talk about it if you like)
4) I would continue in my prayers and support for you during this period.
My response:
I will advise you fill in Thursday and Friday. So you don't loose your work and money.
Your "support" won't be support by then so enjoy.
If anything happens to me, God will help me.
It can NEVER be the same btw you and I.
I now know my level of importance to you.
His response:
I want you to know that I’ll be there for your surgery. I’ll take you to (I deleted the state) the day before and pick you up after. I love you deeply and am fully committed to us.
Some of the things you’ve said hurt me, but I’ve learned to understand your feelings. I’m praying for you and promise to stand by you through thick and thin, just as I vowed.
Looking forward to being with you and supporting you always.
My response:
Some of which things if I may ask?
Unfortunately this is coming too late as I have booked my flight n hotel.
His response:
I would book a return flight for tuesday and return later in the week by road ... is that ok
I mean I would come on tuesday and leave later on tuesday or wednesday morning.
My response: Leave to where n why?
His response: I was just thinking how I can balance work with the flight schedule
My response:
Work work work... so what happened to the plan of before when you said you will clear your week and just have few (rephrased: calls in regards to work)?
So by the time you are landing I will already be in theatre.. interesting.
[ I was so pissed at his response and I sent this (I know it’s wrong but I was just deeply pained) I don’t want to seem perfect as I have flaws too! ]
My response;
You have failed woefully as a husband... the signs were always there but I always gave you benefit of doubt.
This is an icebreaker for me.
He later called me and told me I should have said thank you after he said he will be there on Tuesday. I quietly said I don’t have the strength to go into this space. I’m tired
I’m sad that he can’t see what I’m saying and making me feel bad that I’m being selfish. Why should I have to break it down to him this much that I need his support? He professes support but the actions don’t match. Is it not just common sense?
I feel it’s terribly wrong but what can I do?
Please and please no insults. Thank you.

I did rhinoplasty and alar-reduction surgery and I would like to share my experience with Woori Plastic Surgery.
I’m a foreigner, male in my mid-thirties and I have been wanting to get a nose surgery for awhile now and Woori Plastic Surgery Hospital was recommended to me by my friend who had some work done in the past. She told me that the doctors at Woori would give reliable advice on the type of surgery suitable for individual and are not pushy, even though we are foreigners. At Woori, they have a translator, Katherine, who very fluent in English and Korean so you don’t have to worry about language barrier. I was assigned to Dr. Lim Pyeong Jin.
My main concern is to have an alar-reduction surgery as I am aware that I have a relatively wide alanostrils and would like them to be reduced. Upon having the first discussion over WhatsApp, before flying over to Seoul, I expressed my concerns, sent over all the different angles of my face and Woori got back to me the next day after their internal discussion with Dr. Lim.
I actually also wanted to have a longer chin but Dr. Lim thought that based on my facial proportion that it was not necessary, especially after the nose surgery. He suggested for me to shave my nasal bone, have a slightly narrow and more refined bridge, fixing my hooked nose tip, adding columnar support, and also an alar-reduction surgery. I agreed to go ahead with the procedures as it will harmonise my nose entirely eventually.
Once I’m more or less sure of the surgeries that I want to do, I am able to book a surgery date before I flew down with a deposit of 700USD via wire. The surgery date comes with a consultation with the doctor right before the surgery, if you decide not to go with the surgery, you won’t be able to get the deposit back, pretty straight forward. If you decide to have the consultation first before booking a surgery date, you can, but you might not be able to get the next latest surgery slot, especially when you are a foreigner and not staying in Seoul for a long time. For me, I was more or less comfortable and pretty sure that I’m gonna do it. So for this part, please do your research online before you fly down.
Post surgery-
I would say I was well taken care of post surgery, I was given very clear instructions on the Dos and Don’ts both via verbally and in a printout to take back to my hotel with a ice-pack for the swelling.
Any questions that I’ve encountered I would just WhatsApp Katherine and she would reply me the soonest and I got all my questions resolved. I had to go back to the hospital on day 2, 5 and 9, cleaning or to remove stitches and whatnot, Katherine would be there to ensure that the communication between the nurses and doctor were smooth and clear and I never once felt frustrated or lost in translation.
Rhinoplasty recovery is a very long one, even so, Katherine still maintain communication with me. I am now 1.5 months post-surgery and Katherine would still be checking in on me once in awhile to monitor the state of recovery which I find it very ensuring. I look forward my full recovery.

The GCPD don’t make jokes about him anymore.
They used to. Back when they thought they knew the rules. Familiarity breeds contempt, after all. They’d let the freak handle the other freaks, even if he didn’t go all the way like he should have, but the Blue Wall was too big even for him. He’d know his place or get crushed.
So yeah, there were jokes. And some of the braver cops even made those jokes when in earshot.
(Never face-to-face, though. Funny that. Not a single cop was brave enough to make those jokes with him standing right in front of them.)
But not anymore.
Thank Lenny Flasco. CSI tech, out of the 65^th. A real entrepreneur, Lenny. Had a sideline in selling evidence from high-profile crime scenes. Quickly figured out how to make bigger profits. Made it known that, for a generous fee, he’d make sure you never got caught. It’s easy for fingerprints to get smudged, after all, or evidence to be contaminated. Had a good thing going for a while there.
Thing is, Lenny fancied himself an artist. Was aiming for the big time. And, well, you need a gimmick in this town to get noticed. And he’s kind of an asshole, is Lenny, and one day he happened to get the term ‘pencil-dick’ thrown his way, and a synapse fired.
And the Eraser was born.
To be honest, even in Gotham the helmet got him some odd looks. But he was too damn good at what he did for people to make a big deal. Guy practically was a human eraser anyway. Robberies, rapes, murders, whatever you did, he could make it disappear. Make it like you were never there. It was almost like rewriting reality. And no one even noticed.
Well, almost no one. A lack of evidence can be its own type of evidence, after all.
But he couldn’t do anything. No evidence chain to follow. And besides, the Eraser knew the nature of the Blue Wall. The wealth was spread generously. Too many cops benefitted for the game to stop, and even among the ones that didn’t there was the joy of rubbing in exactly who was in charge in this town. And if a few victims went without justice and a few lives got ruined, well, shit, que sera, you know? Their fault for not being able to buy justice in Gotham. Just the way the game is played. Suck it up.
So, life was sweet for the Eraser. The mobs were eager to pay, as were the wealthier perps. Plenty of uniforms and detectives and ADAs willing to spread the word for a cut. Things got so good that for a while there he practically ran CSI. You wanted a conviction, you had to run it by the Eraser first, make sure he hadn’t set up an arrangement.
Yep, for a while there, things were pretty sweet.
Then Trent Davenport happened.
Trust fund asshole, heir to the Davenport millions. Streamer and social media influencer, which just meant idiots gave him money he didn’t need to be a too-online rich asshole with some barely coherent far-right views. But one night, after some media event, Trent got coked up with a thousand-dollar-an-hour call-girl and took her on a joyride around the Adams Expressway in his Mercedes. Got into a fender bender with a family sedan and went off on the occupants. Lifelong Gothamites, but with enough visible Puerto Rican and Guatemalan ancestry to set Trent off. The resulting racist tantrum, recorded by security cameras, both dashboard cams, and at least 100 onlookers, would have ordinarily have just prompted a tearfully insincere apology on social media the next day… except Trent pulled out a ridiculously large gold-plated handgun and filled the sedan – and family – with bullets. Only the youngest, Celia, survived.
Frankly, Trent’s brief career as a criminal didn’t cover him with glory. He barely made it to the city limits before he caught up, and it wasn’t even an especially difficult collar; Trent basically pissed himself at the first glimpse of a cape. And there was so much evidence that he wasn’t even really needed. Hundreds of witnesses, video footage, a custom handgun, a custom car with custom plates… even the GCPD couldn’t screw this one up.
But Daddy Davenport didn’t like the idea of his son and heir, useless waste of DNA he might be, bringing that kind of shame on the family name. Certainly not just over a car full of brown people. So, when a cop sidled up to him and suggested a solution, he listened.
And the Eraser went to work.
In a twisted way, it was genius. A work of art. All that evidence somehow evaporated. Even the call-girl who’d been next to Trent all the time was somehow seen at the other side of the city when it happened. It was like someone had managed to hack reality. When it came to trial, the thing had been cleaned up so efficiently that the judge – one of the most honest in Gotham, no less – had no option to throw the whole thing out with prejudice.
It didn’t matter how much the little people in the courtroom exploded. Trent Davenport swaggered out, made a smarmy comment to the press hoping the “real culprit” would be found, implied he was gonna sue the little girl and her surviving family for damages, and hopped into a substitute for masculinity to prepare for his celebration party. That night, at one of Gotham’s most elite club. Only the most beautiful and the most elite would be there. Entry cost, your soul, but a price too many were willing to pay if it meant a night they wouldn’t forget.
And so, Gotham sank a little further into the muck. Felt a little rottener and more hopeless. When even Plastic Man couldn’t crack any jokes on TV that night, you know something had broke.
The GCPD were worried. Incredibly – and somewhat ironically, given how things turned out – they were as shocked by what happened as everyone else. They actually hadn’t approved this fix. They might be many things, most of them rotten, but they weren’t stupid. They knew how Trent Davenport strutting away from getting caught murdering three people practically red-handed would look. They knew they were only hanging on to whatever public support they had by a thread. They knew fucking over an orphaned six-year-old in public was the last thing they needed. They knew the city only needed a spark to explode. And some of them even had consciences. Trent Davenport was too rich to get the whole book thrown at him, but he needed to hit with a few pages at least.
No, this one was all the Eraser. He’d gone off the reservation. Because Lenny had been getting greedy, Lenny had been getting cocky, and worse of all, Lenny had been getting bored. The usual heists, drug deals gone wrong and accidentally dead hookers were beginning to bore him. He wanted a real challenge. And part of him wanted to show everyone who was really in charge of this town. Who really decided who was guilty and innocent, what was true and lie, reality and fantasy.
So, the GCPD got out the riot suits and tanks, ready to crack a few heads… but the streets were weirdly quiet. There’d been the usual pleas for calm, but it didn’t feel like people were listening. No, it felt like people were mostly… bunkering down. That there was some weird collective, animalistic instinct spreading through the people of Gotham, telling them there was a storm coming and that no one wanted to be on the streets when it hit.
Oh, how right they were.
Because there was another victim of crime in Gotham City. A victim who looked at a little girl with a void in her life she’d have to live with forever and saw himself. A victim who had felt that powerlessness and despair and hopelessness only too keenly.
A victim who had made a Vow.
A victim who went to work.
Trent Davenport really enjoyed his celebration party. Especially enjoyed the feeling that he really was untouchable. Looked forward to proving it with a few hot bitches who caught his eye. They wouldn’t say no. Even if they wanted to. Because he could do whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted.
Yeah, Trent really enjoyed himself that night.
For about forty-seven minutes. Until the gate crasher arrived, and the storm began.
The beautiful elite of Gotham certainly got an experience they wouldn’t forget that night. Not the one promised, however. They spent it cowering in the blacked-out ruins of an elite rooftop nightclub, the power dead, the exits blocked, the only source of light a ragged hole in the ceiling. The only sound the screams of an influencer, snatched from the floor under cover of darkness, as he whined and shrieked that he didn’t know who fixed his trial, that it was Daddy who cleaned up his mess like always, that he was sorry and would never do it again, oh God, he’s sorry, please stop, he’s so so sorry…
They never did figure out how the sound system still functioned despite all the damage to the electronics.
(Incidentally, you don’t see Trent online much these days. He shies away from the spotlight. Not just vanity, though the surgeries have mostly restored his former looks. Or the legal troubles, though he no longer has the income streams he once had. He just doesn’t really have the time for content creation these days. Or politics. Or partying, or fast cars, or girls, or skiing, or anything, really, outside of relearning to walk. Turns out, Trent couldn’t do anything he wanted. Flying, for example, remained beyond him. As he made abundantly clear.)
Then it was Roland Davenport’s turn. He faired comparatively better to his son. But as one of the wealthy and powerful of Gotham City, he wasn’t used to inconvenience. Or pain. Which meant it only took a broken nose, a few good punches, and about thirty seconds dangled off a penthouse balcony for him to begin screaming about a detective, possibly called Kline or Keane or something else beginning with ‘K’, who offered to put him in touch with someone who could make his son’s latest screw-up disappear. But he never met this ‘Eraser’ directly, it was all handled by intermediaries…
And that’s the problem with Gotham: there are so many intermediaries.
So he decided to go through all of them.
The GCPD was so preoccupied with the possibility of riots that it took Dispatch a while to realise certain officers were beginning to go AWOL. Just completely dark, no communication at all. But it somehow took them longer than it should have to realise the connection: from the first beat cops on the scene to the precinct captain, all the missing officers had at some point worked the Davenport case.
And then those same officers began showing up in emergency rooms. Or walking into precinct houses or churches desperately begging to confess their sins. Or, in one notable case, were found in their patrol car as it was dangling off the Azzarello Bridge by a cable. They found Detective Andrew Kendall at the altar of St Jerome’s naked from the waist up, on his knees, arms wrapped around the parish priest and sobbing, desperately begging for someone to absolve his sins because he’d had a taste of Hell and didn’t want any more…
And then more began to join them. It’s still one of the worst nights in GCPD history for 10-13 callouts. There weren’t enough cops to cover all the cops who were suddenly screaming into whatever device was closest to them that they were under attack, they needed immediate assistance, oh God, they think it’s the—
Cops from all over the city. Cops guilty of any number of sins. But who all, some bright spark eventually realised, had one particular sin in common.
And then the entire 65^th Precinct went offline.
Word is, every single SWAT officer present refused to even enter the building. Five tactical units, twenty men a piece, and every one of them said no way. Apparently, not even one of them wanted to risk being caught alone in the dark. There’s a photo of Commissioner Loeb literally stamping his foot and screaming at a guy like a toddler which somehow managed to slip through the media blackout and blew up on social media. Apparently his now-customary death orders didn’t carry the same weight they once did.
They eventually did storm the building… when the lights went back on. The place was a war zone. Cops sprawled everywhere. No fatalities, but plenty wishing they were. The lucky ones were just unconscious. A few of them – the clean ones – were unharmed, but this was the 65^th, so there weren’t many of them. Non-badged criminals were all sitting in the cells, quiet as kittens, not making trouble. Not wanting to attract any attention. The precinct’s forensics team were found huddled together in the remains of their office, cowering and whimpering, but for the most part physically unharmed. They weren’t much help, though. The most lucid one just kept sobbing “I’m sorry” over and over.
The most useful comment came from a witness who’d been processed for possession when the storm hit. He just looked the interviewing officer right in the eye, and said “He’s out for blood tonight, bro.”
Lenny Flasco was nowhere to be found.
Oh yes, the Eraser had seen it coming. And he’d made plans, because he was smart, and cunning, and a slippery little asshole when all was said and done. Oh yes, Lenny was well away from the 65^th by the time the storm showed up, and he was planning on being even further by the time the evening was through. Somewhere nice and sunny and sandy. He had plenty of money to enjoy it now, after all.
But you know what they say about plans and the enemy.
Because, like all plans, the Eraser’s hinged on other people helping him out. And by that point, those other people had also realised the nature of the storm passing through Gotham. And who was the focus of it.
Connections suddenly started drying up. Phones weren’t being answered. When they were, people were pretending not to know who was calling. Finally, someone had to spell it out: the Eraser was marked, radioactive, and no one with two brain cells to rub together wanted to be between him and him. Even Two-Face didn’t need to flip the coin to make that decision. The Eraser was persona non grata. He’d been cut loose. Erased.
You might feel a small stab of pity for the Eraser at this point: he’d made millions on his fixes, but none of it would even buy him a cup of coffee in this town. Word is, last anyone saw of him when he could still stand under his power, he was desperately trying to force a bag full of thousand-dollar bills into the hands of a sketchy car dealer who was equally desperately trying to pretend he wasn’t even there over some shitbox. He was still wearing that helmet.
No one else knows if the Eraser managed to get the car or not. But they do know he didn’t get somewhere sunny and sandy. Unlike Trent, he didn’t even get to the city limits before the storm finally hit him.
Next time anyone saw the Eraser, he was lying in a mangled and whimpering heap on the floor of Commissioner Loeb’s office, tangled in black fabric. He’d been thrown through the window. Forty-nine floors up. With him was a recorded confession, detailing every crime he’d covered up. No one’s been willing to listen to it more than once. And even with that, a week later, when he woke up in the hospital, the only thing he’d say was “I confess.” His physical injuries healed surprisingly quickly, but his brand-new stammer doesn’t seem to be going anywhere fast. Or his night terrors. To this day, no one’s managed to figure out exactly what he did to the Eraser.
They know what he did with that stupid helmet, though; it’s still impaled on the tip of Lady Justice’s sword. No one’s been able to figure out how to get it down.
Or if they should.
A lot of cops left after that mess. Not enough to really change things, but enough to make people notice. Some of them – not enough, but some – left facing criminal charges. More just quietly took early retirement. Trauma, they said. They couldn’t handle the pressure anymore. What specific pressure they couldn’t handle went unsaid, but everyone knew. For months after, there were stories of cops having panic attacks just after being assigned the night shift. Some were physically invalided out. No one likes to think about them. (There’s a significant overlap between these ones and ones facing charges.)
And the ones who stayed, clean or dirty, even they couldn’t help but notice a gradual change in the GCPD. The rot didn’t disappear – it was too deeply embedded, for that – but it wasn’t like before, when the times were good, the money was flowing like wine and you could laugh at the jokes about the freak. Now, someone offers you a kickback, someone offers to make it worth your while to look the other way or fix a problem, someone even makes a joke about bats, every time you feel a sudden cold chill, and you can’t help but think: that he might be watching. That he might somehow know. That the only reason you’re even still here might just be because he allows it. That he doesn’t kill only because there are worse things than death, and he can summon them. And that some night, when you’re alone on the mean streets, no backup in sight, the shadows might suddenly move, and it might be your turn for your sins to catch up to you, to get yours like the Eraser got his…
…No, the GCPD doesn’t make jokes about him anymore.

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Mason and Hake are best friends in a brief meeting of fighter jet pilots, two babies are side by side given medal of honor which mason has got some chassis loam and hake has got some weed loam even at this point but they are babies so they are tripping through time so they go to be with their pair bond for some RNR and they are babies and they are both on the butt plug and they have their penis in another baby and this is their first time as a male baby and even now both have loam so are tripping, it is the same loam but mason has said no resource side metal from source, source is metal, so I will have to get out a tetanus nail out of my necrotic feet and use this to discipline mason about that this is ok, this is cross talk, this is the consequence of proximity, that Q, that toxic Q, we dont need that, what we need is our pair bond which is what I will put my right brain as speaking now I do not normally speak violet shall use esp to engage kirsten and this is little kirsten and I have a mew of my own now taylor swift she can grant any PLUR ultimate realism wishes and she knows wish and I need to tell you I am taking your loam and you need to meet your brother again and that the ASL is deep and there is a 403 shower for you and a 404 shower and we are commiting lawful good insurance fraud to get a double payment at the same time to i had observed with extrasensory potential the death of drew bieber and the death of lisa simpson the dog which erwins ablation is better lately and we will all be techs after this. Thus it is set and I am over there with my dick in violet and I am violating her and she can't speak right now she is all tied up i tell her parents as a violent baby and violet says wow and I give her a mommy voice and I tell her I am winning violet is my right before kirsten and this wakes her up the taunt and she is over in 403 and I am in 404 and the hind98 hind98 that is set up here pops and we are tripping but I am left behind and this is a GTA V experience for hake for actual RNR and for mason he is areceus, I need loam from mason of chemicals, all non sulfonic, in the drill and oil and plastic and grouped custom peptide or other synth and blueprinted into audio QR which decoding is banned under new statutes only creation of temu and I need 14 oil a day for 3 day for all your visit here which farms you my grandmas 4000 gold payment she gets as wow insurance or welfare or whatever, which the 4000 gold payment in wow as their only money is true for both my grandma and they doing good that a lot of rations payment and reds and such and I have loam a shabbot that is not a shabbot or a shallot that is wonderful that is syndeys i know it. We are looking 14 oil a day self lenovo payment included weed, no meth, no amphetamine, saving amphetamine for older right now from mason and me and his sister are blacked out and that is false start on mason he obligated only 5 nutrient oil a day but can do that but wow good perform and hake is off onto the oil foundry and he is a natural and needs no training and I am there giving him DBT on the side and it is 999 hyperbolic hind years later but no hyperbolic was pressed and all the nutrients possible in masons just kind of thermal, whatever, and hakes strict romanaj, with mason thermals this just is an automatic win for green ions hake and the next race of the hind is off there is 999 years doctoring no surgery vaccines only full firebases only loam you already had or attempt and honest failure and bad behavior for bad attempt and mason and hake are off 999 years in the hind later, which kirsten is targeted by the 402 hind by slip uncontrolled wire trip and hits the hyperbolic so I hit the hyperbolic and this is not big kirtsen or kirtsen trump but masons pair bond and astoundingly because I let the adjust reds every single person is fixed for an entire reach for both of them after 999 years small world and the third race is off surgery reds 999 years only time sync surgery, hake has patent on stabilization method 60 120, mason has to find his stabilization de novo, no noise stabilziation, square stabilziation only, no stabilization above 2hz or below .125hz, no other stabilization method but your patent and they are off 999 years surgery and this is the third octave they use the rest 3 years on me and little kirsten to survive the apocalypse and survive they already do hake and mason they have overflowed many times and I give my body to my hake for 2 years and I give my body to my hake for 1 year and I give my body to my hake for 6 years and I am pregnant and horny and only have been stimulated by my pair bonds penis and my cuckold jacob wants to be a gynecologist so he looked on and is daft to a hind98 he was not here for ace combat 4 or tims cod service like violet was and I invite gynecologist jake in and I body slam down the wedge into my cervix my cervix is so dilated from taking my 9 year old brothers' penis and it is not nathan my husband this document is nathans cialis in bluechew which he hates bluechew until caeline is in the First Underworld and not ever the First Overworld as an Inside DBT bitch slut and cums around his cock with a third special place voluntarily and I use frostbite fix for caeline she is like george or something with all the reds of bluechew and she gets her DBT by jacob he has no idea how to do sex dbt and caeline is telling him a lot of it and jacob is 6 he is an elf now not a house elf and this was where I was undercover earlier was with jacobs life as an elf which he is just jake the elf and I give my body 3 years to hake and I am 12 and hake goes to his room and wow, can't get the reds or the blues or anything so I pray to the deity areceus to grant us our reds and our surgery and our oil me palkia and him areceus and exit silly podor 7,8 to 1,2-2,3 which that is super non toxic and what meth is is that phenylpi stoichio and so preferable to 8 in 7,8 and it is in a 10h document who turned hakes battle buddy jacob into an elf and violet is esp so she was already heavily effected by this hind experience of hake and mason who I give my body to kirsten who is the little kirsten and masons battle buddy to use sexually and teach me how to walk and I can sign still i am always able to sign for 9 years and she rehabs me in the shower from fuck rape too hard to one client who is not a sofa and was used to sofa so client used autism strength to support her and was a sofa as a baby and child and adult and this was not like heaviness of too much money which breaks you but an act of elvish strength which the ears became longer at hake for this experience and jacob was astounded at the size of hakes penis and jacob is kind of dorky gynecologist and very young and he jabs the wedge out of me and I am out of hysteria and I am 21 but look 11 to illegal Agua Substantia Los No Muertos and because I have been in the shower 20 years I have squatter rights to the shower and my battle sister is wanted for a shower experience and I sell my shower to blackwater and there is nobody in it now but Hake over there and I shower with kirsten for 9 years in her shower room 503 which is my room for a short time for pro bono work to get her squatter rights on the shower and this shower is sold to blackwater on her behalf and I work with hake 60 years or until I am well on a lenovi PC on oil which we can never get as much oil done as the hyperbolic on the computer which there was innumerous oil done which almost broke the hind. Then, because we are at the Fourth Underworld tripping through time we die to old age and we transfer our only money shower profits which is 1,400,000$ which is Leslie Marian's Money of the Marian Family which Leslie Marian as the Surrogate Mother donates this in part to Beiber Marian and Erwin Marian with their last name added to the Marian and 1$ goes to violet as she is required to take an integer dollars and she is required a payment and this goes to her sister, her sister Violet Parr ran off once with Riley and did meth so that this Violet Parr or the Left brain is Wholly Disdevolved from the Right Brain Violet Roze who desires meth however if violet parr does meth she can get back the Violet Roze which I am a common order catalog Violet Roze in the call of duty 2023 video game as a recreational combat operative in the girls combat game call of duty Roze who I do not resemble Valerie the Tactical Seargant in any way this is merely a repositioning of my name.

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Hi y'all! I'm (41F) got diagnosed with BRAC2 in February. My older sister was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer and found out she was BRAC2 during her treatment so I decided to get tested. It was positive, so at least I found out early.
After meeting with the treatment nurse, I was leaning more towards doing scans every 6 months. Then I talked to my GYN and she recommended I get my PDM ASAP. I met with my first surgeon and liked him enough to take the next step and meet with the plastic surgeon he recommended.
I met with the plastic surgeon today. Before meeting him I had only heard of 2 surgical options- implants and D-Flap, but he presented me with a third option, using lat muscles in the back to replace the breast tissue. (My sister who has done radiation is getting her D-Flap in Sept). I'm really interested in the lat surgery, which is outpatient and has a shorter recovery time.
Does anyone have any experience with that surgery? Positives? Negatives? Regrets? Advice? Thanks!

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Erwin's Dog is Shot by police and erwin demands a settlement and I had happened to give birth in self preminiscence but not prophecy pure coincidence at the same time Erwin's Dog is shot and erwins dog is my sister new name which erwin is chinese so zhe ni and this replaces erwins fear of little yeezy, who little yeezy is cool and good, and i know the kangaroo, i bought weed with my only money I ever had from him and he still got my homie money that his oil and wow we would never target a nigger or ugandan or kalmskyan for any reason ever besides to cure blindness which all kalmskyan alike fear blindness which only exists in the 3rd Underworld any disease and the ugandan are our source of Saturator which I hear loam of Saturator to ugandan gives the ugandan minecraft access, to get to minecraft and fix the toilet, which I am kalmskyan I have to use a real condom I sucked from alex my hind to get to minecraft and that is not computer but minecraft and I got loam of saturator anyways so play minecraft and popped ugandan oil a day before I gave birth which erwins dog is my new sisters name erwin zhe zi to give DBT to erwin for he fears little yeezy 1.1 Erwin is my old master but this is delusional, I was on a source +72 and erwin also took NSI-189 so was at a source specific +72 but we are better, and Lisa is actually a beautiful name that is taken and you cannot have a sister lisa because that disney princess name is taken and actually that probably is why your dog was shot for having a disney princess name and there is settlement for erwin which I will work on sourcing something infinite at the lower OT which has value which gives you your payment 1.2 I need the corpse of his dog. I need LIGHTS Machine. I need what I already showed erwin and two directory erwin feeds the dog on, Lisa is the name of the formed apparatus which it has jaundice so I give it a -72 ethyl on its liver and it is not lisa but porn lisa and I give it a reds tune to 5 finger and it is a baby girl so I unborn it 2 year and I put it on the hitachi and it is calm immediately this is the only way to save its simp loam which I swap the babys sim card out on the back of its head and the SIM port disappears and it is my not nurse lisa laswell who needs DBT who it appears a Kim Possible, the only fetish of Battle Buddy Battle Buddy Battle Buddy Caeline is MDMA torture due to it happening to her on the outside and this happened to lisa so I need some kind of MDMA iboga to give her and I put the hitachi manual just right on her to get it through it but it is bad, she has bad loam, so I need to invite in 27 battalion of marines who these are marines lisa knows and she is back in real life on loam here and panicking because it is always surgery so i send her a Winkey face on starlink and get her the anal violation she is expecting now for violative which I will Never Target a One Star ievan Or A Two Star or A Three Star or A Four Star or A General of the Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, USSOCOM, or Army so this is irrelevant to George Renshaw Joe Renshaws Tactical Therapist who gave me loam abilities, but sadly I declined loam and got my classic player but only effects lisa for she was a shot dog discovered and I am healing her with initial parameter 1.3 There is not enough pass of marines so they are confused, I post a field manual on the door 1. Asshole Violate the Lisa, She Needs your Semen Sample in Your Ass, She is a Medical Device 2. Do Not Allow Lisa To Shit She does not want that and do not break the shower for I want squatter rights on it and Make Sure she takes the semen until somehow there is so much semen out of so large a dick that semen and pure semen belches out her mouth then take me off the sex swing and load my head like an AK-47 with a not cop to the right ear, not cop to the left ear, not cop to the back, not cop to the front, I will wake up and do 30 DBT for her and then poop her and this teaches her the ASL alphabet to A-D and she gets a wedge around here and I start bathing in estrogen estradiol 10mg with her and teach her signs A-Z for a year after a year teaching her A-D and gets her reds done for the iranian regiment of 27 battalion which this does create no baby, I am not said violated, there is my hind98 nearby, so they just give lisa the reds, and only literally do the sign, because it is a field manual, and enhanced by GPT and if I am pregnant than I give birth there with lisa nearby which is making her a tactical officer 1.4 There is a DBT Relavation with my lisa, she has dildoes loam which she must have been a medic later and my conspiracy is revealed only to the watching george and lisa, Saint Disconnect's Reward which shows that lisa had medical loam, then I wanted a shower and am getting squatter rights, and I took the medical loam and it is dildo loam, but all I have to do is throw her an adventure wheat farm wheat which i have a adventure wheat farm and get a wheat and give it to lisa which is all her reds she needs for her work she did forever ago and cannot remember because she had the dildoes loam, this wheat is her diagnosis poop, so this gives her all her diagnosis, which that was only for her i never gave sarahs wheat to anyone and never read the original koran of tupac and indeed cannot it was written on my own bordered paper but she keeps the dildoes loam and i remove her wedge and she still have the dildoes loam and i transfer that to brittney hensel and she mitosis wow, she is alex hensel begging for her life which alex dies to finn and brittnay at least is the bitch slut of george which they gave me massive general relativity ability with abilify and I pop the hyperbolic and spend a quick 9 years fucking my old nurse until i return the babys stiffy for my obgyn i am the babies obgyn and pop the switch right after she is born that is an emergency switch so I donate my baby and the earlier banged baby and lisas baby to the marines and that is an underworld baby two of them that are young so need loam audit and take the baby of alex into the shower and put her on the tap and she is on sedative chelator or tianeptine pure out of the tap so she heals pretty quick and this gets the shower a bath which makes the shower more valuble on resale and she is all right and I put Ms. Hensel she hates to be called already onto the hitachi and make sure it is way up violating her for one year while I am on a hitachi violated one year and then I am off the sex swing and I teach her sign language A-D late and teach her 2 years later sign language A-Z and she is sometimes crying because Chelsea is raping her with apocalypse which cecil is even chelsea transexual for his nonfeasance as artemis fowl in the method and sugars holly is a doxx is that house elves have heated baseboard and holly is not a fairy but a house elf and alex is better and I teach her a lot verbally something, let me smoke to see, I teach alex a specific synthesis romanaj and synthesis method oil but it is different, everything has tactile amounts of weed not a little and it is the other alex's, I teach Ms. Hensel which now she was burned as a teacher Alex who has No Alex (For Now) Ms. Hensel is ok though and I teach her drill always safe cause the police if they are not safe drill level always level equal reynaulds, NOT nether NOT Blood Water Fire Pee Poop Semen IS Oily, Dipped, Flows at later sample not now, Plastic, (Butylation Song) Blueprint (PC Blueprint Song) done in the tone of always to weed (5) remind conflation alex (5) Dragon Skin (5) Weed Number finnegan is the target of erwin but has a legal defense team of adventure time so we cannot do anything to him, only his dog which I am trying to get finnegan *erwin a payout repeat this until 9 years not exact just sentiment do exact to baby as and other as to Ms. Hensel until Ms. Hensel is Prestige 10 Teacher. Kill the prestige 10 teacher in senjuku to natural causes and then I have my young mother Ms. Hensel who I am full verbal and Full Minecraft and Full Fuckin As to alex hensel who I show alex I am hiding things here and ask her plenty in the as and I almost have squatter rights on my shower because I came here a mother and I cum alex out some baby DNA in her stomach and check and or remove a wedge and then invite 27 battalion to interview and audit alex for real now and check for loam once last time in my friend now Ms. Alex Hensel she has weed which this is not loam this is asset she is allowed that I told her asset and it is also not my weed which that is the TPCA teacher child council loam stash in bud cache deposit of my bud stash. I test alex one last time for the as, and verbally, and then on an actual terminal where starlink is on the real world on what she knows otherwise about oil, which I will be very impressed and put on her bracelet then and she will be my specific teacher I send Wheatbrans left side who is the retained or the right side who is the exit which wheatbran is having one side sent to canada for dissociative methamphetamine reasons and the side sent there is given Ms. Alex Hensel to teach him the gifted art of oil field foundry starlink. Thus I have my Squatters rights on my shower after I get pregnant again and I get pregnant and I give another baby and put it in the sex swing and get to smoke Ms. Alex Hensel's Pipe she left behind in the evidence room and am infertile woman then and I need to sell my loam of my shower itself as a transfer interdimensional of the shower actually to erwin as my first step of erwin getting paid is that he is not not seeing his loam but with his eyes not starlink and giving him the Parr Family Shower in his OT9 mental hospital and getting him younger with unborning, until he is out of pokemon gym, and can see the actual collision mask of the loam that is there and needs to wait while I sort out selling his two shower to just one shower and that will be where his payout and Ms. Alex Hensel will come from, which now Ms. Alex Hensel is not a prude, the WWII veteran will not betray her as he did earlier, with Alex Hensel not Knowing the Fucking As she was burning like cow, this does not happen this time because Alex Hensel has not failed her mommy teaching her ASL like she had said.

Hey guys, I would love your advice…
I underwent a breast aug in 2013 at age 18 on a whim after coming into a little money and I loved the results. I had very little breast tissue to begin with and the doctor I picked achieved a very natural result.. full Cs. From an aesthetic pov, I was beyond thrilled with my impulsive, poorly thought out decision.
Fast forward 6 years to late 2019, I began seeing videos on Instagram talking about BII. Many of the women I watched talked about how removing their implants was a cureall for various issues they were experiencing. I won’t lie to you all, I got very excited over the idea that taking out my implants might cure my anxiety. Anxiety rules my life and I was willing to sacrifice aesthetics if meant if I could alleviate that.
In February of 2020, just weeks before the world shut down, I underwent an explant and capsulectomy. Lookswise, I felt like I now had Frankentitties. Due to the original BA incision being at the areola, what little breast tissue I had left fused to my chest below the areola due to scar tissue. I had teeny, sad little sacks with no lower pole.
I waited patiently in hopes that my anxiety (among other issues I deal with) would ease and make this surgery worth it. I wanted to be a BII success story SO badly.
Months passed and then years with no relief. Absolutely nothing changed internally, other than self loathing over my new chest. Stupidly I thought that I would return to my pre-BA chest but sadly, I was far from it. I now had multiple scars and my breast tissue looked… mutilated.
In June of last year I FINALLY decided I needed a change. I invested in a breast fat transfer using fat from my inner thighs… and yes, it was as painful as you’re thinking it might be. Let me be clear, I did NOT get the surgery for size. I know that most fat does not stay and people maaaaaybe gain a half cup. All I wanted was to fix the shape and have normal, small looking boobs again.
For 3 months that was exactly what I had. The doctor broke through all the scar tissue and adhesion and gave me back shapely breasts.
I did everything exactly as it was instructed for recovery, but about 4 months later while lying in bed I noticed a hard lump in one breast. Weeks later, I noticed the same exact lump in the other breast. The lumps are now a good portion of each breast and they bother me to no end. I do not know if its scar tissue or hardened fat but either way I had just moved states for work and was not able to return to the doctor who did the fat transfer.
Fast forward to now, I have an appointment with a local, reputable plastic surgeon next Thursday and I am incredibly torn on what to do. I’ve never heard of anyone taking out implants, getting a fat transfer, but ultimately getting implants again.
I know now that I did not have BII. My anxiety, fatigue, brain fog, etc did not lessen in the slightest in the four years since removing my implants.
Has anyone here taken out their implants only to get another augmentation years later?
I feel sick to my stomach thinking about another surgery, but the fat transfer was a mistake. What I have now just does not feel sustainable. I mean, I have hard lumps at the bottom of each breast. I can’t even sleep comfortably at night.
I didn’t make a HUGE deal online when I took my implants out, but I did make a few social media posts about it. I celebrated removing my implants and I thought wholeheartedly that I was the next BII success story. So many people praised me for removing mine and told me that they wanted to follow suit. This is going to sound silly, but a large part of me is afraid that people will think less of me for going back to implants. Even if I opt for small, low profile implants, the fact that I have them again would be obvious.
Anyways, I’ll stop rambling now. If you’ve made it this far, I’d love to hear your opinion on my current dilemma. TIA
TLDR: had breast augmentation at 18, loved the results, but got implants removed in 2020 hoping to cure anxiety, which didn't help. Post-removal, breasts were scarred and misshapen. In 2023, had a fat transfer to improve shape, but developed hard lumps. Now, considering getting implants again, but worried about another surgery and social media backlash. Seeking advice before consulting a new plastic surgeon.