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Big Beautiful Bataillean 
risperdoll@social.xenofem.me
average prisoner episode:
long ass intro sequence where you see him storm into the secret squirrel office, rant, and leave his resignation letter that begins with "To all the poofs, anklebiters, wankers, toffs, and assorted other scoundrels at the secret agency, I announce my resignation, in no small part due to how square you all are" then drives home and gets hit with the galaxy gas by an old gay man in some sort of posh fetish outfit. He wakes up in the Village, and starts a call and response with the freak (usually queer) of the week that goes like
"Where am I?"
"In the [gay] Village"
"What do you desire?"
"Mastu--- ooh er, Information."
"Whose side are you on?"
"Frankly, I'm versatile. We want... information. Information. Mast-- Information!"
"I won't hit it!"
"By hook or by crook, you will."
"Who are you?"
"I did number two!"
"Then who did number one?"
"You did, number six!"
"I'm not a number, I'm "
"A free man?"
"Well, actually, I was going to say, I'm more of a shape."
[Laughter]
The gay freak of the week and some other pervert wearing a lab coat are seen in one of the village's many grottoes, alcoves, closets, bunkers, or steam rooms, discussing their latest hare-brained scheme to get number six, the world's most autistic secret agent, to crack.
"Ahh yes with aversive conditioning on his cock and insane doses of estradiol, we can convince number six that he's actually always been a biological woman. when he starts begging us for masculinizing HRT he'll do anything to get it. Anything. The infibulation surgery and the special bioadhesive breasts with estrogen release I've engineered will certainly do the trick."
Cut to the Prisoner waking up to find that a shitty wig and aforementioned implants have been put on her. The sissy hypnosis that was played all night long has made her convinced that she looks like any other village woman of her age, and all the others in the village have been hypnotised to play along.
Attractive random actress #530937 calls on the prisoner saying
"Good morning number six. Number two sent these [a box of tampons] along because he knew you were about to start your period. How are you feeling?"
"Very... odd. I know i've been a woman my entire life, but I just can't help but feel lately something is off with me. Like... perhaps I ought to have been born a man."
"Oh no number six, that's just a passing fancy. Let's do some knitting or get our nails done, shall we?"
One montage of overly feminine activities later, No. 6 goes back to her home, and relaxes. The lighting goes into hypno mode and activates a conditioned sequence to make her want to go to the hospital to see the psychiatrist.
"Yes," she thinks, "I need to go to hospital immediately. Maybe this time they won't try to fuck with my brain or lobotomise me."
She gets to the hospital. As luck would have it, No. 2 is already there, of course, talking about hormonal adjustment therapies with the doctor, who is portrayed as an eccentric ethnic european man.
The doctor and no. 6 go into a room and begin discussing no. 6's feelings, when she first noticed that she was different from other girls, and any other sources of stress -- such as hiding information from people -- that might be causing her gender dysphoria to ignite. During this she has glimmerings that maybe someone has put her in this state.
When she gets home she notices that one of her breasts is coming undone bc the dodgy adhesive was made by the lowest bidder and being the absolute stacy she is because she's literally the author insert she realises that she's been force femmed by number two and that she can own him by going to his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave.
Which she does the next morning, ripping off her fake bosom in his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave, cutting out the infibulation. Upon seeing how mastodonic No 6's cock is, No. 2 calls his boss and immediately chows down on a cyanide pill. No. 6 walks out into the village displaying his junk.
Cue credits with a penny-farthing being built piece by piece.
This is an allegory for the oppression of women in our society somehow.
(Yes I forgot the bald gay guy with his squad of voyeur*ses in the weird television studio, sorry)
long ass intro sequence where you see him storm into the secret squirrel office, rant, and leave his resignation letter that begins with "To all the poofs, anklebiters, wankers, toffs, and assorted other scoundrels at the secret agency, I announce my resignation, in no small part due to how square you all are" then drives home and gets hit with the galaxy gas by an old gay man in some sort of posh fetish outfit. He wakes up in the Village, and starts a call and response with the freak (usually queer) of the week that goes like
"Where am I?"
"In the [gay] Village"
"What do you desire?"
"Mastu--- ooh er, Information."
"Whose side are you on?"
"Frankly, I'm versatile. We want... information. Information. Mast-- Information!"
"I won't hit it!"
"By hook or by crook, you will."
"Who are you?"
"I did number two!"
"Then who did number one?"
"You did, number six!"
"I'm not a number, I'm "
"A free man?"
"Well, actually, I was going to say, I'm more of a shape."
[Laughter]
The gay freak of the week and some other pervert wearing a lab coat are seen in one of the village's many grottoes, alcoves, closets, bunkers, or steam rooms, discussing their latest hare-brained scheme to get number six, the world's most autistic secret agent, to crack.
"Ahh yes with aversive conditioning on his cock and insane doses of estradiol, we can convince number six that he's actually always been a biological woman. when he starts begging us for masculinizing HRT he'll do anything to get it. Anything. The infibulation surgery and the special bioadhesive breasts with estrogen release I've engineered will certainly do the trick."
Cut to the Prisoner waking up to find that a shitty wig and aforementioned implants have been put on her. The sissy hypnosis that was played all night long has made her convinced that she looks like any other village woman of her age, and all the others in the village have been hypnotised to play along.
Attractive random actress #530937 calls on the prisoner saying
"Good morning number six. Number two sent these [a box of tampons] along because he knew you were about to start your period. How are you feeling?"
"Very... odd. I know i've been a woman my entire life, but I just can't help but feel lately something is off with me. Like... perhaps I ought to have been born a man."
"Oh no number six, that's just a passing fancy. Let's do some knitting or get our nails done, shall we?"
One montage of overly feminine activities later, No. 6 goes back to her home, and relaxes. The lighting goes into hypno mode and activates a conditioned sequence to make her want to go to the hospital to see the psychiatrist.
"Yes," she thinks, "I need to go to hospital immediately. Maybe this time they won't try to fuck with my brain or lobotomise me."
She gets to the hospital. As luck would have it, No. 2 is already there, of course, talking about hormonal adjustment therapies with the doctor, who is portrayed as an eccentric ethnic european man.
The doctor and no. 6 go into a room and begin discussing no. 6's feelings, when she first noticed that she was different from other girls, and any other sources of stress -- such as hiding information from people -- that might be causing her gender dysphoria to ignite. During this she has glimmerings that maybe someone has put her in this state.
When she gets home she notices that one of her breasts is coming undone bc the dodgy adhesive was made by the lowest bidder and being the absolute stacy she is because she's literally the author insert she realises that she's been force femmed by number two and that she can own him by going to his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave.
Which she does the next morning, ripping off her fake bosom in his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave, cutting out the infibulation. Upon seeing how mastodonic No 6's cock is, No. 2 calls his boss and immediately chows down on a cyanide pill. No. 6 walks out into the village displaying his junk.
Cue credits with a penny-farthing being built piece by piece.
This is an allegory for the oppression of women in our society somehow.
(Yes I forgot the bald gay guy with his squad of voyeur*ses in the weird television studio, sorry)
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the -nik suffix is the oldschool version of -cel. consider: sputcel. beatcel. narodcel. refusecel. robotcel. nogoodcel. peacecel. gopcel. vatcel. mossadcel. wordcel (wait...). hamascel. badcel. appeasecel. noisecel. warcel
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ikeWren
@scutigeracoleoptrata @cyb3rm0shp1t @nyx @salt i can't stop drinking oil. i can't stop drinking oil! i just can't stop. i can't stop drinking crude oil. you know, the black stuff that comes in barrels? i can't stop drinking it. i just can't.
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Ⓥ🏴☠️
currentbias@zeroes.caThe quiet normalization of COVID-19 in our society has come at the great expense of school-age children and adolescents.
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Edited 2 days ago
i used to wonder why string instrument bows were called that . that doesnt look like any "bow" ive ever seen . if anything it bends backward compared to a "real" bow . then i did a lot of research about how the violin evolved , and i learned that bows actually did used to look like bows , and over subsequent iterations looked less and less like bows . but the name remains
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>be me
>be playing pinball
>fully plugged into the machine
>wires connecting my brain to hands to buttons to flippers to ball
>watch the lights go on one by one in order
>suddenly realize too late
>this machine is more than i thought it was
>1 million points
>shock travels up through the wires at a thousand kilometers per second
>unable to extricate myself in time
>flesh is stripped from my arms by the shock
>top of my skull splits open, my brain bursts through
>feels like my body is a piece of paper getting inundated and torn apart by a calm ocean
>unmade and scattered by no identifiable force but its vast surroundings
>this is kind of like how it must have felt for mankind to be thrown off hell in a cell 22 feet down into an announcer’s table in 1998
>there are lights in my stomach like in tv glow
>i could play my own body as a pinball machine, i muse from the other side of the room, the ceiling, the shell of my body, and the machine itself
>with a mighty effort, i’m able to turn my head over and see through my eyes, which are dangling out of my face
>guy next to me is playing Polybius, friends are cheering him on
>blood all over them
>my blood i guess
>it’s chill though
>just need to get the 1/10 last digit roll
>be playing pinball
>fully plugged into the machine
>wires connecting my brain to hands to buttons to flippers to ball
>watch the lights go on one by one in order
>suddenly realize too late
>this machine is more than i thought it was
>1 million points
>shock travels up through the wires at a thousand kilometers per second
>unable to extricate myself in time
>flesh is stripped from my arms by the shock
>top of my skull splits open, my brain bursts through
>feels like my body is a piece of paper getting inundated and torn apart by a calm ocean
>unmade and scattered by no identifiable force but its vast surroundings
>this is kind of like how it must have felt for mankind to be thrown off hell in a cell 22 feet down into an announcer’s table in 1998
>there are lights in my stomach like in tv glow
>i could play my own body as a pinball machine, i muse from the other side of the room, the ceiling, the shell of my body, and the machine itself
>with a mighty effort, i’m able to turn my head over and see through my eyes, which are dangling out of my face
>guy next to me is playing Polybius, friends are cheering him on
>blood all over them
>my blood i guess
>it’s chill though
>just need to get the 1/10 last digit roll
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The Final Straw Radio
thefinalstrawradio@chaos.socialNow you can find the transcript and printable zine of our interview relating to court procedings and evidence used against sabateurs of #flock surveillance cameras in the Great Lakes
https://tfsr.media/zines/#July2026
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𝕹𝖞𝖝 妛彁λ♀ 
nyx@social.xenofem.me
on more than one occasion I've seen someone take up believing in psychiatry and seen the divine light fade from their eyes in real time as they systematically subordinate all their thoughts and feelings to categories of abstraction
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@corpsedoll @cyb3rm0shp1t @winterklaus i really like how he's constantly like "it could be this or not idk. maybe this is a good argument or maybe i look insane" . unbelievably real
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