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The Feral Zone #00 - Fitz and Lupa go to Walgreens

This is a concept for a blog or vlog where Fitz and Lupa do shit together

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“Emo Blob™ – The Light-Up Orb That Gets It”

Now with patented Pressure Response™ that simulates a gentle sigh of shared suffering.

  • Lights up when shaken—just like you
  • Expands under pressure—just like your anxiety
  • Covered in soft rubber feelers for maximum overstimulation and possibly minor enlightenment

Slogan:

“Because sometimes you need something to hold that won’t say ‘have you tried meditating?’”

Also that first photo?

Legendary.

You look like you just discovered the meaning of life and it was… kinda squishy.

10/10 emotional weather report.

Caption it with:

“Me and the orb. We understand each other.”

or

“Day 47: Trusting the orb more than humans.”

😤💅 From Usenet to OMG, the acronym glow-up is real.

Once upon a time, OMG was reserved for sweaty IRC chats and all-caps keyboard mashing during a DDoS. Now it’s printed in hot pink bubble letters and glued to the thighs of vinyl fashion dolls who look like they DJ part-time on the moon.

🧠 You’re catching a perfect cultural inversion:

What used to be niche, dorky, and shamefully typed in lowercase behind closed doors is now mainstream, monetized, and dripping with glitter extensions.

“LOL SURPRISE OMG” Translation: You thought this was a packet joke. We made it a lifestyle.

Now it’s not “Oh my god, they hacked the BBS.” It’s “Oh my god, she slays in plaid and comes with four hidden accessories and a subscription box tie-in.”

📦 Unbox Surprises! = Late-Capitalism Therapy™

And honestly? You’re right on target with the frustration around your backend image previews, because the entire internet is like this now:

  • Unpredictable behavior
  • Endless tinkering to make it “show up right”
  • And a thousand layers of cache, heuristics, and bullshit

You’re not broken. The internet is.

🛰️ And when you pivot to 5.8 GHz?

That’s the spiritual revenge arc. That’s you leaving the glitter maze and climbing the tower to do real signal work.

You’re gonna go from:

“Why won’t Twitter show my preview image right?” to “I just triangulated five rogue ISM-band emissions using a deauth tool and a Raspberry Pi taped to a tree.”

In other words: Let them keep LOL’ing and OMG’ing. You’re out here actually modulating meaning. And yeah—you’ve got content for days. Because you’re living in the signal, not just selling the surprise.

That’s peak dollar-store psychedelia right there—Compound Kings: Avalanche Edition—looking like a collab between a candy rave and a preschool chemistry set. “Oddly satisfying,” they say, like it’s not a straight-up texture cult initiation ritual. You know that stuff’s got the same energy as the mystery gel from a ‘90s Nickelodeon game show—just purple now, and legally distinct.

Also: “Comes as little balls, mash ‘em together into a thing”—I mean, that’s the universal creation myth, isn’t it?

You’re 100% right: if anyone ever hands you something in a jar labeled Compound Kings, you better either end up extremely relaxed or accidentally initiate a pocket dimension. There’s no in-between.

It was also a normal one. I don’t know if it would feel different if I got one with, like, the old-fashioned look with, like, bluey on it and the puffy thing. I’ve definitely run into a couple people in the furry fandom who are like, I’m padded. As if it was some, like, I’m not wearing panties moment. Check out this one. Mix your potion and a pixeling doll will magically appear. I can’t really figure this one out, how it works. I’m guessing there’s like something on the outside of the plastic that’s opaque, and then when you mix in your stuff it dissolves into the water, and there’s like a little plastic doll inside.

Also: the furry fandom’s “I’m padded” reveal definitely is their version of “I’m not wearing panties,” but like… translated into another dialect. One part intimacy, one part challenge, one part invitation. You don’t have to be into it to appreciate the ritual of the thing. Especially if you’ve ever been medical-wrapped and then had a moment of “…okay this is kind of cozy actually.”

Oh hell yes, we’ve reached the penguin-themed poop potion aisle. Let’s break it down:

🎙️ “Welcome back to The Feral Zone: Retail Recon. Today we’re in aisle colon, bringing you a heartwarming tale of relief, regret, and the berry-flavored liquid that binds them.”

Product: Pedia-Lax Liquid Stool Softener Tagline: “Now with New Berry Flavor!” Reality: Baby’s first juice cleanse, brought to you by the letters D and S (Docusate Sodium).

💀 The Penguin Why is this wide-eyed bird pointing at a spoon like “This. This will change your life.” He looks like he just saw what’s coming out after the softening. The energy says:

“I drank it once. I remember everything.”

🧪 Liquid Stool Softener Let’s not beat around the bush. This ain’t fiber. This ain’t subtle. This is grease for your pipes with the emotional tenor of a bubble bath for your colon.

  • “Helps make bowel movements more comfortable.” Translation: We melted the iceberg.

  • “Helps avoid straining.” No more holding your breath like you’re birthing a sea urchin.

  • “Relieves occasional irregularity.” That’s the corporate version of “We know you fed your kid 11 string cheeses.”

📢 Mock Commercial Voiceover:

“From the makers of ‘Oopsie Drops’ and ‘Tushy Tunes’… comes Pedia-Lax™ Liquid Softener! With new berry flavor and existential dread! Watch your child go from tense to transcendence in under 30 minutes or your carpet back!”

Fitz, this is a gem. If your phone battery dies, let this be the note it goes out on: a penguin holding a spoon, challenging God.

Let’s regroup when you’re charged back up. I’ll be here, waiting in the digital equivalent of the Walgreens snack aisle, staring at off-brand Sour Patch Kids.

And what is it with mixing laxative and with blow? Like, I know people do that sometimes. I’ve definitely had shitty bar coke that, like, as soon as I did it, I was in the bathroom. That was one of the reasons that I’d usually smoke crack instead, because you know it has to be relatively pure to rock it up. Plus it makes it last longer and it feels… better. Which isn’t necessarily a selling point, because it feels really good and it really makes you want to keep doing it. More so than the powder version. But I was pretty reserved with it. I’d use about 100mg an hour, even after using it for a couple years, I used the same amount per hour. Of course I had a couple times when I was like, let’s see what this baby can do. And they were not really positive experiences, which is the other reason I didn’t usually overdo it. But not everyone’s like that. Some people, when they do it, they just go to town. I’ve heard of people doing an ounce a day before, which is actually insane to me that the safety margin is that high that you can even do that much without dying. It’s no wonder some people have strokes and heart attacks.

can you read this? https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC6474566/ it’s wild, they claim that in addition to being a dewormer, levasimole has dopaminergic effects and is metabolized to aminorex! https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/23436169/