Literally most of the anal douching advice I've ever seen is terrible for your bodies and also doesn't work so heres some tmi advice i wish someone told me as a new fag under cut
If you are going to be douching you need to have already cleared out your system
If you can't on your own try strong coffee or weed or ibuprofen
When you douche you only want to use like ~100-120ml of clean, filtered water per round
You only really want to be rinsing out the anal cavity and avoid getting tons of water into your colon
Most douches are made to hold too much water, only squeeze a little bit if your using a bulb. Even an oral syringe works as long as your not power washing your intestines
If the water still isn't coming out clear after like 7-8 rounds, then I'm sorry but it is just not the night
Please don't douche night after night. Douching washes away of the protections against tears, so give your body breaks to heal and recover
we’re officially shoving a new campaign onto this blog along side incompetence quest, it’s called pathfinder quest, this is our mascot, mahgai, pronounced m’guy
Had we run into her when dealing with the order before?
And I just don’t remember properly?
But wouldn’t the others remember her as well?
No one else seems to bothered by her.
Yes, I was distracted.
I have developed somewhat omniscient linguistic comprehension!
It has helped my writing and reading comprehension immensely.
All those nights of studying what I could seemed to be getting me no where, but. It felt like something. Clicked?
It was so strange. But I feel so much more. Talkative. Naturally. I am not complaining.
The woman.
I know I am not blind.
I have noticed her race. Her skin.
Of course, I am surely not the only orc in the world of this complexion.
Yet. I have yet to actually see any other that matches!
Well. She did not match exactly. But she was. More orc? Than I? I think.
Papa was like me. Not quite orc. But mixed. He was. Grey?
Mama was an orc. Or at least she was very tall, very big, very loud. More than Papa. Though it wasn’t hard to be louder than Papa.
Very purple. Sometimes scary, too.
She wasn’t around as much as Papa, though. That’s why I don’t. Remember her so well.
I’m not very smart, of course, despite my new way with words.
But I’m not blind.
It simply seems so. Hard to believe. Too much of a coincidence.
But what if?
I saw Stelle today. Merely saw, even if it wasn’t actually him.
It was very. Stressful.
For a moment.
But also very easy to tell that it wasn’t actually him. Or the Ravaella he had held captive.
That is when we ran into an old friend. By friend, of course, I mean a walking, talking, festering wound on all that is sentient on the planet. His name is Lune.
My, do I not like him.
That is when we met others from the order, including the orc woman. I only caught the old woman’s name. Thana.
She seemed so sweet?
I have seen the image of Papa, dead.
Well, actually, it wasn’t so peaceful. Perhaps it was more the image of him actively dying, as he was writhing on the floor rather painfully. What a lovely scene to be the final, freshest image of him in my mind.
I continue not to sleep well.
I am kept awake by the laughter of the gods.
We have found Faren’s brother. Despite my unrest with my own loved ones, I am glad to say I have been with Faren to find hers.
Though we found him trapped in stone, we were quick to find that dragons were the cause, and dragons would be the solution.
Or rather, the death of those dragons.
We have one left. Then he will be free! I am looking forward to meeting him.
I have not written to Quelhenri in a while. I must do so soon, especially now that I am more capable now than ever!
Though I wonder how he fairs with the corruption seeping into the land.
Is he dead too?
I must not think so pessimistically. But, if so, then. I suppose so be it. But I will hope for the best.
