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I was first diagnosed in 2017 by my dermatologist. I went to Memorial Sloan Kettering where the tumor was removed along with a few lymph nodes. I was then dx stage 3.
I had a metastasis on a lymph node near my stomach in 2024. After three treatments with Keytruda, my met vanished completely. Treatment was continued for another few months. It was terminated when I developed encephalitis. I was in and out of the hospital with side effects throughout 2020.
It's May of 2023 and I'm still okay-ish. I'm terrified every time I get a quarterly PET scan. My doctor has told me that she does not know what my options would be if it recurs. No one knows how long I will stay in remission. Apparently, I 'm a unicorn.
Is there another unicorn out there?

For context I’m (16f) and I grew up in an abusive home till I was 13. I feel like I’m not a nice person, I try to be funny but my mom says some of my “jokes” come off as rude when I never intended them to. I also correct people a lot when they say a word wrong or get the definition or idea of something wrong. My family is very republican leaning and I don’t usually agree with everything they say. I try to make friends but when I do they never text back or never want to hang out. I feel like I’m nice to people I am good friends with ex. I give gifts all the time and try and help out where I can but sometimes I feel like I can be rude to my family without trying to be. I’ve tried to fix this by just simply talking less but when I do everyone thinks something’s wrong. My mom constantly points out the bad things about me and I feel like she never talks great about me. My moms second ex husband was physically abusive to her and mentally abusive to me and my father is also emotionally and mentally abusive to me and has been since I was born. What do I do? I’ve been homeschooled for a while now and I feel like I’m missing a lot of social interaction with people and I only have 2 okayish friends that I’ve lost contact with because of not living near them. I’m trying to make a good life for myself I’m a lifeguard currently and I want to be a phycologist if I can go to collage but I’m scared of the future especially since I feel like I have a hard time making friends with people who understand me.

Hello All:
I (34F; ASD-2/ADHD/C-PTSD) and my boyfriend (43M; ASD-1/GAD/C-PTSD) have been dating for nearly 7 months. Neither of us have any children. I’ve been married before (back when I didn’t yet know I was autistic); he has not been married nor much prior relationship experience. We live about 2.5 hours away from each other via train (neither of us drive) and he comes to stay with me most weekends (my area is more sensory friendly; way less stimuli to deal with).
We have been deconstructing our ingrained ableism and unrealized/unresolved traumas individually; then, communicating through them together to ensure we truly understand one another on fundamental levels. We stripped each other down to our raw, authentic selves and fell in love. It took approximately 6 months to get to the point of actually enabling each other to begin constructing together the honest type of relationship that we both truly had been seeking with a potential life partner via the initial “deconstruction phase” of our relationship in order to get to our innate wants, needs, desires, emotions, etc.
Due to the level of trauma each of us have independently endured in our lives (unfortunately, like the majority of us autistic people have been through), it took about 4 months for us to finally meet in person (we met on Hiki, then moved on to text, phone chatting, Zoom prior to meeting IRL). Then, it took another month to adjust, get comfortable in person, and feel safe before we engaged in having sex for the first time (so, around a 5 month process). I have an IUD (Paraguard) but also a fairly strong sensory aversion to condoms. We both were responsible and got STD/STI testing + shared results (screen-sharing) as well as discussed in-depth how we would make decisions/communicate should an unexpected pregnancy happen.
Well, it happened. A few weeks ago I had started having pregnancy symptoms and realized that I was pregnant. I let him know promptly and we both started to become very excited! 🥰 I was so happy, he too, and I truly believe he’d make a fabulous father. [Side note: Part of the reason I divorced my ex is because he was emotionally unavailable which I don’t think allows for someone to be a good parent. Despite my pleas to work on our intimacy, my ex refused and kept pressuring me to have kids. I couldn’t take it, cope with such anymore. But, my ex was NT and I also realize now that I basically just endured the double empathy problem from my ex for 6 of 7 of the years of our marriage].
Anyway, my current partner and I were genuinely thrilled about having our baby together. And, I felt it was even making us closer. Then, last night happened. 🥺😭 I had clots and bleeding. It’s clear I lost our lil shared-DNA creation. He wasn’t over this weekend because he’s working on renovating his apartment so he can rent it out and move in with me. I had to let him know over the phone which even meant via text cause I went nonverbal. 😔 Of course, I didn’t just text him the news directly at first, I made sure he was aware I had something sad to let him know and that it was a good time for him before I proceeded with telling him what happened.
It was a really sad evening last night. My loving, wonderful, autistic man lit a candle in his yard and put lil things around it that I had given to him around the light. We read together a writing from my Cherokee ancestry which made us both cry. I was so incredibly appreciative that he proposed this idea and led this vigil for the baby we will no longer have together in physical form.
I’m still really, very sad as is he. He’s coming down to my place this evening. He wanted to come last night, but it would’ve caused me to overload due to lack of enough time for an adequate adjustment period for my mental/emotional processing. I felt bad I couldn’t just tell him “yes, come down” last night, but it seriously would’ve caused me to dissociate which would’ve made me unable to healthily process this loss, causing me future troubles. He was understanding and respect my needs/boundaries (which led him to offering to put together the vigil and my subsequently sharing the reading). Well, anyway, I am pushing myself a little bit today agreeing to have him over, but I know he really needs togetherness in order to have comfort and healing too: It’s part of his way of processing things which I am OK with, but leads to my questions…
When he’s over tonight, if I begin to feel overwhelmed — need some reset time — how should I best convey this to him under our grieving circumstances?
I want to be there for him tonight as he so much put himself aside for me last night, and ending up in a meltdown myself will not allow such to be possible at all. It’s probably only like a 5-15% chance for this to happen, but he’s a very emotionally expressive type when vulnerable and unmasked which I love (yet sometimes can be fairly intense, especially because emotions are my #1 sensory sensitivity). So, ya, I’m already anticipating that — even if “suppressing” [for lack of a better term] some of his emotions — I’ll just innately pick up on a flood of emotions from him tonight.
So, ya, any thoughts, suggestions, advice, shared experiences, etc. of how to manage self while also desiring wanting to “be there” (also, lack of better term) for someone else who is sad, grieving, etc. while you are as well is greatly appreciated in advance.
Thank you, Reddit autism community. ❤️‍🩹
Note — I am cross-posting this to autism general and trauma survivors’ groups in view of my urgent need for input in all this. Thanks again.

I can't trust cops being anywhere near me one bit cause I'm aware of how utterly horrifying they are in the US. They're still pretty nasty in the UK and Ireland.
I don't trust cops cause I cannot rely at all on whether or not they will act with any ounce of understanding or consideration for my mental health conditions cause they're just thugs in a shiny uniform to enforce whatever arbitrary fuckery the state decided to write down as "law" next.
And I sure as hell can't trust cops not to make problems a fuck ton worse for no good reason cause no way in fuck am I risking doing something stupid around these blue asshats and getting thrown in the slammer.
I fucking hate. Every last one of those blue air-headed pricks. With a flaming passion. And that is never gonna change.

Hi there! The opportunity to share my trauma here on this subreddit is a relief. I have been in a relationship last since 2 years. I met her online in the very first year of my Bachelor's degree. It all started with recommending books and sharing plans for higher studies. She was a cutie and a nice person with a pleasant voice. In a truth and dare game, I proposed to her. Initially, it was No from her side but later she took the initiative for things I could never expect.
We had our very first sexting only after 17 days of starting our relationship, she literally asked me if she could moan. Later on, things were pretty good between us; she was a lovely person and became an emotional support system for me. I shared every trauma in my life with her. For reference, I was raised by my grandmother. And, I never experience the love of a mother and father so, small things giving affection were a wonder for me. She filled every empty void of love in my life.
I proposed to her because of her nature and who she was as a person. Initially, she was very insecure about her looks which I never cared about. I made her feel confident and always ensured her that she deserves everything. In online mode during COVID itself she gave me lots of hard time she was too moody. She wanted to push me away and wanted me to leave her; during that period she told me she had PCOD and that she was so moody. I never gave up on her, I remember we didn't talk for months between the college transition from online to offline. When she saw me for the first time in offline mode at a college campus. She called me framing a reason, why are you staring at me? I don't remember if I did that but she made that reason and came back into my life again.
From there things started, she initiated again and hold my hands first. Everything was so perfect from there, I am a programmer, and I got lots of ups and downs in my career between these 2 years, but we always understood that I'll be prioritizing my career as it was most important, she even told me to keep her as last priority but I do believe that I invested lots of time in her. I was there for her in my way. I did all possible things and took her places but everywhere she was too moody. I never even said a single time that things are toxic. Everything was going her way. I agree that I couldn't give her much time but I was there for her, there wasn't a single day when we didn't spend some time either offline or online. Yet after everything she kept on assuring me that she was there for me.
She used to do so-called breakups with me a lot for even small, small reasons on April 15. We had a small fight and she said we aren't taking and whatnot. Later she didn't talk to me for 2 weeks. Those weeks were hard for me as I was working on an application for a program that was most important for my career at that time. She knew everything!
On the result day of the program, she calls me; saying hey! I am very sad & there's no one to talk to, I know you'll be always there for me that's why I'm calling you. I had my result coming up so, I was very patient, I cared for her and loved her more than anything all this time. I asked her what was bothering her so much. She told me, she wants to talk to someone but he was not ready to talk with her. I asked her if she loves him or what. She was like I met him two weeks back on Discord. He's such a nice guy, he talks so nicely and whatnot. Later she told me that he is pretending to be a bad guy but he was not. I was listening very patiently because I didn't want to ruin my result moment. I told her to try approaching some other platform and later she even sent me his desktop set-up, she was doing all this very normally.
That night, I didn't get selected for the program. And everything was devasted my ambitions, my mental state. I survived that night of the 4th of May. Later on, we had normal calls, for exams. She kept on mentioning him when I asked her, is it okay if I was bothering her too much by calling you? She said don't worry I also bother someone. This was literally too much for me to handle.
She provoked me in every possible way by showing his set-up as she knew being a programmer what hurts, she even told me that he told her to learn a tech stack that she is learning.
After that things were out of control for me as she lives in the opposite building of my apartment near our college campus. I could see her window from mine. My entire room had her memories in every corner. Even on my desk, there are her sticky notes. I got a spoon which she gave me. It was hard. I shared my trauma for the first time with a close mutual friend and asked him to accompany me to talk to her as she literally gaslighted me every time, I tried to talk.
When I went to her to talk. I was sobbing and crying for almost more than an Hr. she didn't give a F. Later on when she came to meet me, she didn't bother to see my eyes when I was crying a lot. One day over an incident when someone in our mutual friends' circle tried to convenience her, she blocked me from everywhere saying I am doing rants. But I didn't and how it didn't I delivered a message to her. That was too realistic that she never replied.
All this happened until the 19th of May when we talked, we were waiting in front of the exam hall, and we started talking to each other regarding one question in the exam. She suddenly complimented me that I am looking great! Later she complimented me on a snap one of our mutuals sent her, where I was looking great!
That I asked her after the exam, to meet me, and we talked. She seemed normal, and even she seemed sorry about everything she did. That day I saw her back the person I loved. She called me back in the evening, we talked things seemed to be normal, next day she was going back to her hometown. I went to drop her at the bus point. We hold hands in a cab. She was nice to me and seemed a little awkward, she even changed her mood but started saying we'll be friends forever then we had a long discussion before she boarded the bus. On my way back home in the next few mins; she called me and said love you!
The next few days were soo good. That she sends me nudes. But I could feel that she was not like before like she was creating some restrictions I don't know why. On the 25th of May which was our anniversary. She tells me she just wants to be my friend again the same thing rolling back to the start. On the next day, we had a call, she did a terrible thing. The call was 40 mins long and she changed her colors twice, First she told me that she have feelings for that guy and she was the perfect person. For reference, that person is not from my country. I live in India and that person is from Pakistan. She told me that her heart is longing for him even when they don't talk now. Later, I asked her why don't go and date him, she told me that she can't and that she wants to keep it one-sided. And she wants to marry someone her parents will choose for her.
After that, she wants me to be her best friend and helps her with her career and learning technologies. For reference, she was very insecure before now she has a great open-minded friend circle in my college, who don't make her feel lonely at all.
She called me yesterday as well to just check on me. I still have her missed call hrs. back as I am writing this post. Please suggest to me what should I do with this girl. I still love her. I considered her love my life but she is doing a brain f*king thing with me even when she knows everything about me.

Hi friends, After having a disappointed nearly 3 years with my Backfire G3 Plus, I’m finally selling the thing and moving on to a new board. I’ve been looking at the Meepo Voyage and was wondering what you guys thought of the board and the brand.
I’m also new to belt drives and was wondering what your thoughts were on that as well. Maintenance isn’t something that bothers me though so I’m alright to work with it, just wanted to know what the longevity is like and the cost that might come with it. Is it better than a hub motor?
I use my board for commuting to work and doing night rides.
Thanks!

My ex broke up with me a little over two months ago. Both of us have plans to be single for a while and heal some trauma that we should have healed before being in a relationship. She has now admitted that she can’t get close to me for fear of wanting me back and that she still has sexual feelings for me. She’s also moving back into the house as a roommate in the near future. We talk still and while there are new boundaries in place conversations still feel fairly intimate. I’m not sure what’s happening anymore. We plan to sell the house next March and tbh i feel like part of the delay isn’t all finances as much as it is buying time to figure ourselves out. Am I a plan b to her singleness?

So I read a post earlier today from a husband/boyfriend whose wife/gf was falling apart from grief. He was remorseful about saying something harsh in an emotional moment. Yes, he was too harsh with his words but it was very clear he loved this person, was desperate to help her, and just felt helpless. I wrote out a response but he since deleted his post. However, I thought it was really important to take a moment to acknowledge all those who support the grieving and for those of us lucky enough to have that one safe harbor in a dark turbulent sea, to be thankful so I am posting my response here as I am sure it applies to many:
Reading this post broke my heart a little. I was once Kelly and although my husband is not an online/social media kind of person I could have seen him posting something similar when we were going through this.
I also lost my mother very suddenly. We were as close as a mother and daughter could be and it left me utterly devastated and a shell of myself for a long, long time. I put my poor husband through the wringer in my grief. But he loved me and stood by me even when he didn’t know what to do with me or the right thing to say or not to say which was nearly all of the time in those days. But the good news, is that was enough.
There is no manual for grieving and none for being the person to support the person grieving. There will be missteps, things said in anger, frustration, and sadness. But I always knew he loved me and there were days that was the only pinpoint of light in my otherwise pitch black world and the thing that ultimately l reached out for when trying to crawl out of that abyss, inch by slow and painful inch. I can tell you are trying to be that light for her so please do not be so hard on yourself.
I don’t have answers, but I can tell you this from my own experience…
It took time, lots of fucking time. Year 2 was worse than year 1 in many ways. By year 3 at I had at least regained a desire to not be lost in grief anymore. Years 3-4 we’re about learning to live with grief and how to be whole again, at least my new “whole.”
Sometimes my husband had to tell me things I did not want to hear but they were hard truths I needed to hear. And although I may have railed at him in the moment of the telling, they stuck with me.
There was anger, misplaced at him. I was angry he could not fully understand what I was going through from losing someone you love so much. Although I see it clearly now, then I couldn’t understand he had suffered a loss as well. He lost his best friend for awhile because I was unrecognizable to even myself most days. It breaks my heart to know he went through that and I’m sorry you are going through it now.
And the last thing I can say is that we are now stronger than ever. I would walk through fire for that man who stood by me, an utterly thankless job, while we were in the thick of it.
So be easy in on yourself. The grieving person gets all the support while you are fending for yourself and navigating this without a playbook. If she wont see a therapist, and even if she will, I think you could also benefit from seeing someone. You need a support system as well.
I used to think the song “Fix You” by Coldplay was about a person grieving but it’s really about the person trying to help the person grieving. When I hear that song and I think about how hard my husband tried to fix me it brings me to tears. I sincerely hope you both make it through this and in the end, fix each other.

CW: non-detailed mention of disordered eating and sh
BROOOS. Hi. I'm off the rails lmao. I'm gonna like... describe the stuff I've been doing/feeling for the last 10 days to y'all and can y'all advise me on whether you think I'm manic or hypomanic??? I'm aware that y'all aren't professionals, I won't take anything y'all say as medical/professional advice, but I would like to see some opinions on this. I'm seeing my psychologist in a couple days and I'll get a professional opinion then. Also, for context, I'm 18F and living with my parents rn.
So in the last 10 days:

• I've felt super fucking excited and positive about life the entire time. everything is so fucking amazing.
• I've went off-track multiple times in nearly every conversation and I've been talking very fast
• I've gotten drunk 4 times (twice to the point of throwing up)
• I did shrooms twice
• I got high (weed) 3 times
• I made out with 2 friends (one of them on two separate nights)
• I had sex with one of my friends
• I sexted with some other friend even though he's a guy and I'm pretty sure I'm not into guys...
• I felt super inspired to write (I've got several personal writing projects going at once)
• I nearly spent all the money in my bank account on a spontaneous tattoo
• I didn't go to sleep earlier than 2:30 am on any night
• I felt like I couldn't/shouldn't sleep because there were so many interesting incredible things to read/write
• The behaviours associated with my eating disorder have been a lot more intense and I've lost a couple pounds. I've been eating about once a day.
• I cut myself one night just for fun. Not extremely severely, but I had no reason, I just did it to feel it.
• I spent a night convinced that I was going to die before the summer ends. Like not by my own choice, I just felt that it will definitely happen unexpectedly at any moment because I felt that God has completed my narrative and will not allow me to see the next stage of my life (university). Honestly, I kinda still believe this but I'm aware that I have no good reason to do so and am tryna talk myself out of it.

Yeah ok so... does that sound manic or hypomanic to y'all? Opinions appreciated.

Hello All:
I (34F; ASD-2/ADHD/C-PTSD) and my boyfriend (43M; ASD-1/GAD/C-PTSD) have been dating for nearly 7 months. Neither of us have any children. I’ve been married before (back when I didn’t yet know I was autistic); he has not been married nor much prior relationship experience. We live about 2.5 hours away from each other via train (neither of us drive) and he comes to stay with me most weekends (my area is more sensory friendly; way less stimuli to deal with).
We have been deconstructing our ingrained ableism and unrealized/unresolved traumas individually; then, communicating through them together to ensure we truly understand one another on fundamental levels. We stripped each other down to our raw, authentic selves and fell in love. It took approximately 6 months to get to the point of actually enabling each other to begin constructing together the honest type of relationship that we both truly had been seeking with a potential life partner via the initial “deconstruction phase” of our relationship in order to get to our innate wants, needs, desires, emotions, etc.
Due to the level of trauma each of us have independently endured in our lives (unfortunately, like the majority of us autistic people have been through), it took about 4 months for us to finally meet in person (we met on Hiki, then moved on to text, phone chatting, Zoom prior to meeting IRL). Then, it took another month to adjust, get comfortable in person, and feel safe before we engaged in having sex for the first time (so, around a 5 month process). I have an IUD (Paraguard) but also a fairly strong sensory aversion to condoms. We both were responsible and got STD/STI testing + shared results (screen-sharing) as well as discussed in-depth how we would make decisions/communicate should an unexpected pregnancy happen.
Well, it happened. A few weeks ago I had started having pregnancy symptoms and realized that I was pregnant. I let him know promptly and we both started to become very excited! 🥰 I was so happy, he too, and I truly believe he’d make a fabulous father. [Side note: Part of the reason I divorced my ex is because he was emotionally unavailable which I don’t think allows for someone to be a good parent. Despite my pleas to work on our intimacy, my ex refused and kept pressuring me to have kids. I couldn’t take it, cope with such anymore. But, my ex was NT and I also realize now that I basically just endured the double empathy problem from my ex for 6 of 7 of the years of our marriage].
Anyway, my current partner and I were genuinely thrilled about having our baby together. And, I felt it was even making us closer. Then, last night happened. 🥺😭 I had clots and bleeding. It’s clear I lost our lil shared-DNA creation. He wasn’t over this weekend because he’s working on renovating his apartment so he can rent it out and move in with me. I had to let him know over the phone which even meant via text cause I went nonverbal. 😔 Of course, I didn’t just text him the news directly at first, I made sure he was aware I had something sad to let him know and that it was a good time for him before I proceeded with telling him what happened.
It was a really sad evening last night. My loving, wonderful, autistic man lit a candle in his yard and put lil things around it that I had given to him around the light. We read together a writing from my Cherokee ancestry which made us both cry. I was so incredibly appreciative that he proposed this idea and led this vigil for the baby we will no longer have together in physical form.
I’m still really, very sad as is he. He’s coming down to my place this evening. He wanted to come last night, but it would’ve caused me to overload due to lack of enough time for an adequate adjustment period for my mental/emotional processing. I felt bad I couldn’t just tell him “yes, come down” last night, but it seriously would’ve caused me to dissociate which would’ve made me unable to healthily process this loss, causing me future troubles. He was understanding and respect my needs/boundaries (which led him to offering to put together the vigil and my subsequently sharing the reading). Well, anyway, I am pushing myself a little bit today agreeing to have him over, but I know he really needs togetherness in order to have comfort and healing too: It’s part of his way of processing things which I am OK with, but leads to my questions…
When he’s over tonight, if I begin to feel overwhelmed — need some reset time — how should I best convey this to him under our grieving circumstances?
I want to be there for him tonight as he so much put himself aside for me last night, and ending up in a meltdown myself will not allow such to be possible at all. It’s probably only like a 5-15% chance for this to happen, but he’s a very emotionally expressive type when vulnerable and unmasked which I love (yet sometimes can be fairly intense, especially because emotions are my #1 sensory sensitivity). So, ya, I’m already anticipating that — even if “suppressing” [for lack of a better term] some of his emotions — I’ll just innately pick up on a flood of emotions from him tonight.
So, ya, any thoughts, suggestions, advice, shared experiences, etc. of how to manage self while also desiring wanting to “be there” (also, lack of better term) for someone else who is sad, grieving, etc. while you are as well is greatly appreciated in advance.
Thank you, Reddit autism community. ❤️‍🩹
Note — I am cross-posting this to autism women’s only and trauma survivors’ group in view of my urgent need for input in all this. Thanks again.

Hi hooha helpers
I stopped taking BC (combination pill, Alysena) coming up on three weeks now. I’m 29 and I’ve been on various forms since about 16 with no breaks.
First couple weeks my uterus and was just screaming at me. It felt irritated and swollen, ouch. I was also sore all over my body into my bones as though I had the flu. Surprisingly Aleve took most of this away so it wasn’t unmanageable. Also had the regular mood changes, drive changes, some odd mental feelings. All worse than I expected, but fine.
Now my vulva skin and deeper tissue is incredibly sore. Its like an aching bruise in my vulva on the surface and deeper into the tissue and outside the vaginal walls. I can feel every hair follicle and they’re screaming too. The hair follicle thing happened briefly in the first week, so I waxed. I could feel the hairs rubbing against my clothing and getting rid of them felt much nicer after.
So now the hair is growing back and it coincides with the bruising feeling. Holy shit is this painful! Warm water from the shower brings some relief for bit of time and Aleve still helps enough to make clothing bearable. No abnormal discharge or smells but it does seem like I have a tiny bit of general inflammation on the labia majora and minora. No redness. Skin looks normal.
I’m currently taking doxycycline for facial acne if that’s relevant, I’m about halfway through a three month course. Not pregnant as far as I know, I took a test last week and my partner has been away at work for a while. I do get recurring UTIs but haven’t had one in six months, d mannose has nearly eliminated them.
The deep bruise feeling is almost nauseating and is taking up my very limited mental real estate lol. Of any pain I’ve felt in my life this is the most distracting even though it’s not the most “painful” if that makes sense? Reminds me of IUD insertion without the sharpness and it’s on the outside. It’s the worst in the morning since last night’s Aleve has worn off and I have a full bladder.
Anyone else has experienced this? Is there a word for it?
I’d like to throw my whole pelvis out the window.
I’m worried this is normal and I just forgot what not taking hormones feels like after 13 years 🥲

Recently I reinstalled GTA San Andreas to play SAMP. Earlier, I used RoSA 512 px version to play SAMP smooth, as 512 px and 1024 px version are nearly same, not differentiable with eyes.
But now, I discovered that the 512 px version is no longer available in Mixmods official website. You have to download 1024 px one.
Can someone give me a link to the 512 px files? Can't find it anywhere.

I can’t really afford any books (or anything at this point) and i’m not comfortable with reading pdfs of books unless it’s literally my last option. Plus the only libraries near me have been closed for months for renovation so I don’t have any available. This would be my last option to read some books i’ve been dying to read for ages now.

Recently I reinstalled GTA San Andreas to play SAMP. Earlier, I used RoSA 512 px version to play SAMP smooth, as 512 px and 1024 px version are nearly same, not differentiable with eyes.
But now, I discovered that the 512 px version is no longer available in Mixmods official website. You have to download 1024 px one.
Can someone give me a link to the 512 px files? Can't find it anywhere.

Something that has become 'normal' to me is feeling unliked by my grandma. Unfortunately, my grandma is very controlling. She didn't approve of my parents' marriage and tends to suppress the boys in the family, including me. I've faced instances like being 'accidentally' lost on vacations and receiving thoughtless gifts from her, but they no longer bother me much. On a positive note, my other grandma is amazing. I'm nearly 19 now, and I've learned to prioritize more important things. I have immense respect and admiration for my grandpa. I'm curious to know how others perceive this situation.

I play this game and other board games with my girlfriend and her parents. The three of them tend to band together in a team to ensure i don’t win, and instead one of them does.
This is fine, I am pretty good at most board games. They do this with every game and in games like Catan or some card games I can plan/strategize and sneak away with a win pretty regularly.
That isn’t the case for this game. It really feels like no amount of planning or strategy I put into this game will matter. You just get the tile you get and you play it. It’s like WAR, you get your card, you play it and that’s that. When there are 3 other players working together to ensure you don’t win, it’s impossible to do anything in this game. Sure I can try and steal a city, but three people get to go before me and I’ll just pick up a useless road for my next 4 turns straight and get screwed. It’s city tiles or bust in this game, especially since they won’t place near my monasteries or roads.
This game just feels so simple, there’s very little thinking involved. You can maybe think about what you WANT to do, but its a complete waste of time. You might as well not plan at all until you pick up that tile.
Am I missing something? A lot of people have recommended this game to me but there really doesn’t seem like there’s much to it.

I was last in line at the UPS store, near a sign that read, "Stand clear of the door so customers can exit," when another person came in behind me and stood right in front of the door. She was glued to her phone and was unconcerned about how everyone needed to contort around her to leave the store.
I watched this dynamic a few times, decided to channel my inner Larry, and told her, "You shouldn't stand in front of the door; you're making it hard for people to leave." She looked up from her phone and announced that I was rude. I told her, in point of fact, she was the rude one.
After that, she started to mutter personal insults, so I said, "See, you can think those thoughts in your head, but don't say them out loud."
I thought I was being the protector of the line-dwellers, but I really just ended up scaring everyone. Am I the antagonist in this story?

After a 1940 defined by gathering strengths and refinement across the feature, the early months of 1941 bring a few troubling portents behind-the-scenes for Fox's affectionately termed Grainy Gladiator. Nothing ruinous in itself, but signs of an upcoming radical shift away from what the character represented to start.
For one, the April issue of Adventure Comics (#61) brings with it a new cover feature, Ted Knight AKA Starman, courtesy writer-artist Jack Burnley. Already the second lengthiest entry in the book at nine pages, Starman quickly managed what neither Sandman nor Hourman could during their respective years as star attractions and upgraded to a full thirteen pages by his third appearance in #63. For context, Sandman only went from six pages to ten with its upgrade, while Hourman has remained rockstaedy at eight pages, and neither took down another non-superhero supporting feature to justify the page increase like Starman did Barry O'Neil and Mark Lansing. Moreover, from Starman's second appearance on, he is only drawn by Burnley; writing duties now belong to the Sandman's own Gardner Fox.
Which loops in with two other issues at play over Wesley's tossing, turning figure. Starting with issue #61, available online sources no longer fully agree who wrote what for the Sandman feature. You must understand, outside superstar figures with major pull like the creators of Superman or Batman, very few creative teams are properly credited in these Golden Age comics - my credits the last few posts have all been crossreferenced across numerous wikis and databases who owe their credits to investigative work by fans like Jerry Bails back in the 1960s. Such work was sadly not exhaustive, and while a few places (like DC Continuity Project and Wikipedia) state or else imply Fox stayed on as writer for the next few issues, from June to November there is no consensus as to who penned the stories.
I shouldn't be surprised if Fox's involvement terminated with the March issue, for April also saw All-Star Comics shift its format slightly, with Fox writing all nine interior stories for the 64 page mag in addition to his duties on the longer Starman feature. Man would have to work double time to keep pace, even if Sandman didn't drop to eight pages with #62 in May. Either way, Fox is certainly gone following #64 in July, as that issue features the final story drawn by regular artist and co-creator Creig Flessel, who departs to work on Shining Knight later in the year. As I say, things are changing fast for Sandman, and not all changes seem necessarily for the better. Best, however, to take the stories on their own level before drawing any final conclusions!
^{Coverage note: This entry goes to July rather than June for the sake of my sanity. If I stopped midway through the year, I'd only need cover seven features here, but the back half of '41 would require coverage of eleven. A nine-nine split feels much more feasible.}

• ADVENTURE COMICS #58 (January)

Orchids of Doom - Gardner Fox, Creig Flessel, Chad Grothkopf

Once again, a socialite friend to Wes and Dian is at the center of a minor mystery with big implications - namely, how can Pedro Nogades, father to Carla, rightly claim he breeds otherwise purely wild orchids in captivity? Investigating as the Sandman, Wes and Dian find a dead man in the Nogades greenhouse with his head stripped to the bone, and in following another fellow who sniffed an orchid before promising a shipment of such to some ruffians on the bad side of town, see his own face dissolve to bare skull. A visit to the police chemist reveals the orchids on the dead men's persons were laced to release a deadly flesh-eating gas on exposure to natural air, which is enough probably cause for Wesley to enlist Carla's boyfriend Bill in staging a raid on the Nogades manor. Some close shaves and fisticuffs end with the group discovering a diorama of the local coast, laid out to assist enemy agents in an invasion. Pedro is put away and the orchids revealed as concealing microfilm copies of the coastal plans, but how do we square the mystery that started it all? Simple: Nogades was no botanist, and called the flower by the wrong name when concocting his cover story!
An alright yarn to kick of the calendar year. As per usual when Fox tries for a somewhat complicated mystery, he's no adequate means of tying off loose ends other than large blocks of text, but it's lively and keeps the situation evolving with decent justifications for mid-story action and dragging Bill along for further fisticuffs. Hooking the entire mystery on, "Oh, the bad guy misspoke," is a tad lame, if understandable in the context of Fox's passion for slipping general knowledge flexes into his stories. Flessel and Grothkopf get some good mileage out've the skull imagery that crops up whenever the flower kills, and I rather like the brief bout of fisticuffs towards the end. The minor social awkwardness when Bill gets in the car with Wes and Dian is pretty good too, and I'm sorry to report I can't add this story to the "Wesley getting shot" count, as the bad guy only plugs his hat. Kinda funny having a Golden Age Sandman story involving orchids given Neil's own pre-Sandman work with Black Orchid, innit?

• ADVENTURE COMICS #59 (February)

The Story of the Flaming Ruby - Fox, Flessel, Grothkopf

There exists a ruby of blazing red, which has driven men to rage and madness wherever it appears, and today it sits in the hand of a young man in the local jeweler's shop, who flashes it cross Dian's vision. Later in the evening, she wakes in a trance consumed with the urge to kill her father, stopped only by Sandman as he rushes in from investigating a similarly queer case. A bank teller friend from his private life has found himself driven to steal from the vault and deliver it to some crooks on a lonely road every night, all after one of those men flashed him the ruby. Wes and Dian are unable to stop this night's transaction (on account of the ruby briefly turning Dian against Sandman), but seeing the gem in action gives Wes an idea on how to counteract its effects, and go into battle during the next drop armed with blue cobalt glasses. A brawl puts down all the blackmailers except one, but Wes opts instead to go after the head of the operation, knocking him out and lurking in the dark to catch the last as he reports in, revealing the bank teller! Turns out the ruby DOES have hypnotic properties and was used to assist their robberies, but the teller - hoping by playing at the victim to lure Sandman into his cohorts' midst and rub him out - spoke as if he remembered the whole experience, where Dian forgot herself on every exposure. Oops!
Same basic mystery structure and resolution type here as last month, complete with overly-wordy explanation, although I find the hook of pitting Dian and Wesley against one another gives it a minor leg up, as does the relatively straightforward nature of the criminal operation compared to planting microfilm in deadly flowers. There's a more even balance between the rush in bust 'em up style of crime-fighting the feature has developed and the stealthy skullduggery I think suits the character best, with nice action art to match each. Dian has some silly faces whenever she wakes from her hypnosis, and the four panel sequence of Wes halting her murder attempt works pretty well. This is, unfortunately, the final pencil-inking collaboration between Flessel and Grothkopf, and much as I've kvetched over the second man's solo work, I'm sorry to see the back of him in this capacity. When the two were in proper tune, they were the best artistic team Sandman enjoyed yet.
(Stop dodging bullets, I want to see you gunshot.)

• ADVENTURE COMICS #60 (March)

Mystery at Malay Mac's - Fox, Grothkopf

^{Hey, a rare post-Hourman, pre-redesign cover appearance! That's always nice. "Hello, officer? Yeah, coupla chucklefucks right here, the alley off Fourth, can't miss 'em."}
What's this? Dian breaking into a notorious criminal slumlord's safe in the bad part of town? A safe, as Wes discovers after he scares the lady off, filled to the brim with poison gas! Evidently not, as Dian is sound asleep when Wes arrives at Belmont manor to investigate, and a subsequent visit to Mister Mac reveals the only person who'd know the safe was booby-trapped is a local kidnapping organizer. Some blind, flailing fists turns up the girl, Dian's perfect duplicate, snatched from out of state to replace Dian and gain leverage over the cops. Too bad the kidnapper's made of strong stuff, knocking out Sandman and taking both woman for a ride to get back at Mac. Fortunately, Dian leaves Wes a trail of jewelry out the window, enabling him to follow and take down all the crooks with one throw of his gas pistol, revealing in the process 'twas Mac himself who tipped Dian's duplicate to his safe, in hopes of spoiling his rival's big plot.
Art-wise, this is probably Grothkopf's best work for Sandman to date. His tendency to exaggerate is translated into some properly goonish faces for the villains and really, really strong action poses, with some properly atmospheric shots sprinkled in for good measure. He cannot draw the gasmask for piss, but there's such an improvement I almost thought this was a Flessel joint before checking the wiki credits. Makes me wish we could see what he'd do if he kept on as a solo artist - free from the impulse to treat the feature as a cartoon, he produces damn fine work. As a story, this makes good time to mention my misgivings with Wesley's tendency to burst through windows and start swinging long before he thinks to use his sleeping gas. While it's great fun to describe and hype up as the mark of a madman who's even cooler as the badass normal than Batman, it also encourages a faster degradation in the character's identity. I'm sure you'll notice it's been yonks since lurking in the shadows and thinning the ranks by knocking them out in advance has factored into the stories. That Wes handles the bad guy by literally clonking him over the head with the gas gun rather than pulling the trigger speaks to the influence other, punchier superhero features have exerted over the strip.

• ADVENTURE COMICS #61 (April)

The Menace of the Metal Gun - Fox?, Flessel

From aboard a mysterious aircraft, a madman fires upon the city with a metal-melting ray that dissolves the skyscrapers into slag! Alerted to Doctor Borloff's activities, Wesley meets with swift defeat when the rogue scientist melts his gas gun and escapes in his cylindercraft to terrorize afresh. There IS a bright side, as seeing the ray firsthand gives Wesley some idea how to counteract its effects, and he sends Dian and her father warning for the local airforce to coat their planes in sand as a silicate buffer against the ray. Alas, only one officer heeds his message, leaving Sandman alone to get aboard the machine via his new wirepoon gun and defeat Borloff from within. For his brawling process, a good midflight fight is nothing if the hero gets tossed out an open door, but fortunately he can grapple onto the lone surviving plane, recover his bearings, zip back up, and put a stop to Borloff's dreams of world conquest once and for all!
Action is the name of the game here, and even without Grothkopf's inking enhancements, I think Flessel does a fine job on his own. I'm wary of the wirepoon in the future, as by year's end it will completely replace the gas gun as Sandman's sidearm of choice in further drift from the original Christman concept, but taken as a neutral in its debut, giving Sandman greater aerial mobility does lead to some cool shots and enhance the sense Wes goes stark bananas in the mask by pulling some stunts that would almost certainly pull his arms from their sockets in real life. There are, however, some particularly stiff action shots, and in one panel Flessel cocks up the design on the mask worse than Grothkopf last ish. Based on the opening vignette, Borloff decimated millions of innocent lives in addition to all the planes he melted out of the sky, making him easily the deadliest foe Wes has faced to date, and in turn making the "We did it, gang, everything is bright and peachy again!" ending sorta offputting. They'll have to organize mass funerals tomorrow, Wes. Show a little respect.

• ALL-STAR COMICS #4 (April)

For America and Democracy: The Grey Shirts - Fox, Grothkopf

In the top-level story, the JSA learn of their mission for the FBI: a group of Nazi insurgents known as the Grey Shirts are plotting subversive and destructive activities all across America, and are now posed to badly destabilize the nation in a series of disruptive attacks. Each is assigned a mission at critical points cross the nation, though given the widely-ranging disparity in their powers, their usefulness to the cause varies equally wildly. The Atom humiliates some goons spreading Nazi ideology at a single college, Hawkman barely prevents the destruction of an aviation plant in California, and Hourman's defense of an Oklahoma oil field ends with him toppling one of the oil towers to stop his quarry. Meanwhile, Green Lantern detonates a zeppelin secretly jamming radio transmissions nationwide, the Spectre casually annihilates some otherworldly vampiric globes sympathetic to Hitler's cause, and Doctor Fate uses his magic to out every single spy on the eastern seaboard. Uneven efforts or not, the group converge on the Grey Shirts' ringleader, and with a little help from Johnny Thunder, turn him over to good ol' J. Edgar Hoover's custody. Alas, Wesley does not get the blood he's thirsting after.
(Also Doctor Fate alerts Wesley to the identity and location of the ringleader before his mission starts rather than letting him figure it out on his own like everyone else. Prick.)
For his six-page leg of the assignment, the Sandman is off to El Paso, Texas to assist a local newspaper under threat from the Grey Shirts for printing pro-democracy and anti-Hitler editorials. Of course, this being Wesley Dodds on the job, he gets this information by roughing his way into the newspaper offices, then acts on it by beating on the guard at the Grey Shirts' camp and pounding down a band of brainwashed young men to prove he's a better American than them. After sending the wannabe Nazis for a whirl by running their bomb shipment off the road, Wesley doubles back to completely break the recruits' spirits, daring them to prove their hard enough by shooting an unarmed man in Hitler's name, chiefly himself. When none can cut the mustard, he marches them back into town with collars strapped to his car, and inspires the lot to join the Army to a few shirtless bars of "God Bless America."
Cripes but jingoism produces some heady results, doesn't it? I'm not sure I can rightly condone the ridiculous levels of patriotism on display here, even against such classically anti-American enemies as Nazis, yet at the same time, look at this and tell me it isn't the hardest shit you'll see all week. Again, though I've my misgivings about Wes as a brawler no matter how entertaining the results prove, there's something endearing about him being so raring for a fight his first move is to altercate the receptionist at the place he's assigned to defend. On the whole, Grothkopf's final Sandman contribution also shows refinement from his earlier works, the broader, thicker elements of his linework now tempers on a somewhat more grounded approach. Certainly the Sandman himself keeps a consistent look better than he does in any other issue published thus far this year. I DO notice he reused Flessel's design for the District Attorney wholesale on the newspaper publisher. Since he's going and heading out on a job well done, let's not hold it against him, eh?

• ADVENTURE COMICS #62 (May)

The Purple Death Ray - Fox?, Flessel

At the nightly planetarium show, a member of the audience screams and falls down dead, stricken by a litany of strange symptoms with no obvious cause. Wesley, believing the man was killed by a death ray, examines the auditorium's projector, only to find no obvious alterations or fault. Undeterred, he purchases himself a seat next to the murdered man's for the next show, which is now occupied by another fellow who received a last-second courtesy invitation. Acting quickly, the Sandman reexamines the projector from the shadows and finds a replacement bulb screwed into the socket pointed directly at the man's chair. With assistance from his wirepoon, Sandman swings down and wrenches the man from his seat just as the show starts, the bulb bathing his seat in deadly radiation. On learning the man is a former judge and the deceased a former DA, it's not long before Wes ferrets out the killer; it's the cashier, a former scientist sent to jail for misappropriating university funds years ago, out for revenge and now stopped cold.
See, while I'm skeptical about the growing presence of science-fiction elements in the series, they make fine fodder when they play to Sandman's strengths. Lurking high above a crowd of people seeking the answer to some deadly mystery is exactly Wes' bag, and plus or minus some strange mask drawings, Flessel captures that thrill of closely examining a big deadly machine in secret before it fires. I'd submit the page where Sandman saves the judge from the beam as an easy contender for best of the year thus far, and the shot where [Wes pushes Dian away from the killer's bullet](blob:https://imgur.com/7247f414-8a57-489f-a9bd-d85bc9e19a6a) is another fine piece of work. My memories of this one before sitting down to reread and write were a lot chillier, probably because I wish the series remained in crime pulp rather than raygun pulp, but a good outcome is a good outcome. Seriously, though, why is the mask going so bobble-eyed of late?

• ADVENTURE COMICS #63 (June)

The Voodoo Sorcerer - ???, Flessel

As Dian and Wesley tiff over his interest in an exotic dancer they know through a mutual friend, the woman's tail-lashing dance is interrupted when she sees a great glowing triangle materialize before her eyes. With the shock straining her bad heart, the Sandman brings her to boyfriend's house, where he reveals the triangle is a voodoo witch doctor's means of accusing someone of murder - just as news comes over the wire that the man the woman lashed with her costume tail has died! Smelling a rat, Wes rushes to the scene of the crime to find the taile barbed with poison quills, only for the titular sorcerer to bumrush him out the window. It's a big misunderstanding, thankfully: he's as shocked by the murder as Sandman, and only summoned the triangle on suggestion from an acquaintance, forgetting the dancer would know its significance through her partner. By happiest coincidence, this provides Wesley the solution to the mystery right quick, for only his friend's chauffeur would have motive, opportunity, and knowledge to frame his employers and their associates for the murder of a stock broker who owed them money.
Hmm, ah, see, on the one hand, it IS nice that the voodoo guy is innocent of everything except a lapse in judgement and the real twist is an unassuming little man exploiting the mystery and fears around his craft to cast suspicion off his person. On the other hand, eek, yike, zoinks! None good. Bad, even. Outside unfortunate depictions of non-white persons from the 1940s, the story's pretty weak for a murder mystery, as numerous elements are evidently known to the characters well in advance, yet only made clear to the reader right before they become relevant, like the exact identity of the murdered man. It's only eight pages, so there's little opportunity to piece information together on your own time, and as such it is heavily reliant on narrative cheats to generate cheap surprise. About the best thing here is the big page-dominating panel of Wesley swinging through the city on his wirepoon, unconscious woman tucked under arm. Kinda hard to convincingly raise my dander about what it means for the character and his feature when it's successfully operating on the long-standing principle of "masked mystery men swinging on a wire through skyscrapers looks really cool." S'like a solid fifth of the formula behind why Spider-Man is so enduringly popular.
(Also not a big fan of how Wes dismisses Dian from participating in the case without any adequate reason why. She calls him out over it, even, and nothing in the story justifies his decision to fly solo on this one.)

• ADVENTURE COMICS #64 (July)

The Unseen Man - ???, Flessel

Dian's purchase of paints from a local hobby shop includes quite the unusual accidental item: a paint that turns anything and everything invisible on contact. Determined to solve this mystery on her own, Dian investigates the shop with the dealer's cooperation, only for the dread Unseen Man to get the drop on her. Fortunately, Sandman is there to save her because he won't let Dian do anything on her own; unfortunately, Dian doesn't know Wes can see her attacker through his blue cobalt lenses and pulls him away, thinking him mad and letting the Unseen Man go free. As reward for her screw up, she's targeted in her home the next night, only for Wes to barge in again, having anticipated the only possible secret identity for the crook would make him likely to strike back at Dian. It is, unsurprisingly, the hobby shop owner, who Wes turns over to the police before heading out to patent his invisibility paint with the United States Army.
Alright, it's definitely not Gardner Fox writing anymore, because I cannot imagine Fox treating Dian so poorly. I gave her some dignity in summary, but this story is plain dumping all over her as a fussy, incompetent tryhard who fails at investigating on her own on account her womanly ways. Just look at the sheer antagonism between her and Wes; you two are partners, she's saved Sandman's skin like a dozen times, worn his costume and wielded his gas gun to do it once, even! Don't try to BS me into thinking Wes would run this paternalist "let me handle it, Dian, I wear the pants in this relationship" crap on her. You're only alive because she's worn your fucking pants. Otherwise, 'nother instance where the story and art alike don't give me much of note. I reckon Flessel was about done with the series with Fox gone and sorta phoned in his last few assignments. They're nowhere near the standard of his early solo artistic duties on the title. There IS another good wirepoon swinging shot, if one counterbalanced by a crummier instance with yet another weirdly-proportioned mask.

• ALL-STAR COMICS #5

The Mysterious Mr. X: The Kidnapper's Union - Fox, Cliff Young

The Justice Society are bored. Bored, bored, bored. Why are they bored? There is no crime. Not a single ruffian or scoundrel or roughneck lawbreaker anywhere in the city! Where did crime go? Crime has taken an enforced vacation, courtesy the plans of big crime boss Mister X (hats off), as prelude to his big plans for taking out the JSA and putting all his criminal enterprises back on easy street. It's quite the collection of rackets out against the superheroes - an arsonist ring for Flash, a jewel snatching gang for Hawkman, leader of the phony fortune teller underworld against Doctor Fate, even hard-pressing gym membership shakedowns for the Atom! Naturally our heroes triumph, though every one also encounters a strange little man idly strolling through their battlegrounds. He's so omnipresent despite his mousiness, he's even there when they convene at the police station to organize Mister X's (hats off) arrest. Except this unassuming slip of a man? He IS Mister X (hats off), and with the Justice Society having taken all the fun out've crime, he's turning himself in to live comfortably on the state's dollar in jail. WHOOPSY-DOODLE!
For his six-page part in the game, Sandman must contend against the kidnapper's union, who naturally enough have abducted Dian to get his attention. Not only have these lowlives taken Dian hostage (though she doesn't particularly mind), they've taken out phony accident insurance claims against themselves should the hero injure any of them en route to his untimely death! Nobody quite expects Wes to avoid the sniper-guarded roads to their remote hilltop hideout, though, and a quick wirepoon swing over the canyon (complete with Mister X - hats off - sighting) puts him right in the criminal den. From there, it's a simple biff wham boom to take down the punks and disarm their supporting fire. Alas, Sandman is once again only in the loop on the true nature of the threat against the JSA because someone notifies him from their own investigation, this time Flash via telegram. Let him do his own detective work, you pricks!
Right. You see these panels? You see Dian being calm and collected in the midst of a kidnapping operation? You see Wes trusting her with a submachine gun to keep watch on the fools who mean them harm? Yeah, THAT'S Fox writing Dian. Whoever's writing the Adventure feature at this time ought've taken notes. Artistically, Young makes a fine replacement for Grothkopf and Flessel in Adventure - he can match the first for goons, the second for action, manages a nice turnaround effect before Wes swings on his wirepoon, and even gives us a by-now all-too-rare heavy shadow shot on Wes and Dian. I'm a big fan of the lead kidnapper who calls the JSA the "Justiss Sassiety," and find this instance of Mister X (hats off) the second best in the book, behind only his appearance in the Hourman story, which I think speaks for itself. Probably the only time I'll express preference for something Hourman related over Sandman.
The loss of all three major contributors to the Sandman feature across early 1941 and the crunch down to eight pages has certainly made the Adventure Comics side of the Sandman line a rockier experience. It's still possible to derive enjoyment from the wonky mysteries and higher-concept criminals, but one must accept atmosphere and and particularity have been near-entirely sacrificed for generalized bombast and louder appeal. Don't misunderstand, I've become a fan of Wesley Dodds, Fist-Swinging Bullet Sponge, and my past praises for him aren't diminished by the realization of what this has done to his integrity as a character circa today's stopping point. The trouble is, while I enjoy this half-mad, impossibly reckless read on the character, it simply no longer bears any resemblance to the early days' lurking and creeping through the seedier parts of town. There's a great series of justifications running through the Sandman concept - he's no powers, so he uses the gas gun, so he needs the gas mask, which hides his identity so perfectly it frees him to wear the ordinary business suit, which highlights his vulnerability. Fling him around like a ragdoll who knows no fear of injury or death, although I'll clap for the bravado of it all, I must object if it means any notion he should be sneaky or cautious degrades.
Especially if it means the gas gun vanishes from the character. It hasn't met its final end just yet, but for this seven month block it's proven a very perfunctory aspect of the strip, hung by his side and occasionally brandished without acting as an integral part of the action or storytelling. The wirepoon has subsumed its function as the sidearm, and while I must stress there are plenty aces shots of Wes swinging that fully justify its prominence, taking precedence over the thing that makes him the Sandman, Crimefighter What Fights Crime By Putting The Criminals To Sleep plain rubs me the wrong way. Be awful nice i we could have both without the new toy putting the old out to pasture, y'know? It's not led to anything I'd full-throatedly object over just yet, but... ach, you'll see next time. Speaking of...
Next time! 1941 comes to a close as Wesley picks up another feature to his name, and also a stupid, ugly new costume!
(Previous write-ups: 1939, 1940 pt 1, 1940 pt 2)

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