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Royal Rumble 2008
Date: 27/1/08
Location: Madison Square Garden, New York, New York
Career Threatening Match:
Ric Flair vs MVP
(After Vince McMahon announces that Ric Flair must retire if he loses a match, MVP says he’s beat Ric Flair before and will beat him once again to go down in history! Flair says MVP is nothing but a coward and he’ll take pleasure keeping his career alive against a punk like him. Ric Flair wins after forcing MVP to submit to the Figure Four Leg Lock.)
No Holds Barred Match:
Chris Jericho vs JBL
(After Armageddon, JBL announces he’s coming out of retirement after speaking to Vince McMahon and will be traded to Monday Night Raw! JBL says he cost Jericho the WWE Championship because he assaulted him by throwing Randy Orton into him which deep down he knows was intentional. Jericho says it wasn’t intentional but now he wishes it was because Bradshaw is nothing but a self centred, arrogant jackass who’s going to pay. Jericho challenges JBL to a No Holds Barred Match at the Royal Rumble and the self proclaimed Wrestling God accepts, promising to beat some respect out of Y2J. Jericho wins in a bloody encounter after JBL submits to The Walls of Jericho.)
Extreme Rules Match for the ECW Championship:
CM Punk (c) vs Chavo Guerrero
(Chavo Guerrero returns on the last ECW of 2007 and attacks CM Punk. Guerrero says his reasons are simple, he wants the ECW Championship and CM Punk is an embarrassment to not only ECW but the WWE! Guerrero says just like on SmackDown with Edge, ECW needs class representing the brand. Punk says Chavo doesn’t represent class, he represents what’s wrong with a lot of people in this company. A shameless ass kisser who’ll do what not only Vince McMahon tells him but also his aunt Vickie. Chavo challenges Punk to put the ECW Championship on the line against him at the Royal Rumble and Punk accepts, promising to put Chavo to sleep and continue his reign as ECW Champion. Chavo Guerrero cheats to win the title after poking Punk in the eyes when going for the GTS before winning via a roll up.)
World Heavyweight Championship:
Edge (c) vs Rey Mysterio
(Rey Mysterio wins a Beat the Clock Challenge to earn this opportunity at the World Heavyweight Championship. In the build up, Rey says Vickie Guerrero is like family to him and he cares about her but says he’ll also never lie to her. Rey says that Edge doesn’t love her and is manipulating her to not only cowardly win the World Heavyweight Championship at Armageddon but to also cowardly retain it at all costs. The Rated-R Superstar takes offence, says how dare Rey accuse him of not loving Vickie and promises that he’ll pay for sticking in his nose in their relationship when she’s happily moved on in life. Edge retains the World Heavyweight Championship clean after spearing Rey in mid-air.)
WWE Championship:
Randy Orton (c) vs Jeff Hardy
(After becoming #1 Contender for the WWE Championship, Jeff Hardy says it’s only a matter of time before he achieves his childhood dream and becomes only the second man in history to hold the Intercontinental and WWE Championship at the same time. Randy Orton says Jeff Hardy is nothing but a dumb risk taker who’s out of his depth at this level which is why he’s never had the opportunity in his long career until now. The Legend Killer promises that the Age of Orton will continue, no matter how much Hardy and his fans tries to build up a fairytale story. Randy Orton counters a Twist of Fate, hits Hardy with an RKO out of nowhere and pins him to retain the WWE Championship! After the match, the New York gives Jeff Hardy a standing ovation for his efforts.)
Royal Rumble Match:
John Cena (#30) returns and wins by last eliminating Triple H
Royal Rumble Notes:
The final four are John Cena, Triple H, Batista and Mr.Kennedy
Hornswoggle isn’t in this match in the slightest
Roddy Piper, Jimmy Snuka and Mick Foley are surprise entrants
The Undertaker and Shawn Michaels are #1 and #2 respectively.
No Way Out 2008
Date: 17/2/08
Location: Thomas & Mack Center, Las Vegas, Nevada
Elimination Chamber Match - Winner faces the World Heavyweight Champion at WrestleMania 24:
Batista vs MVP vs Kane vs Mark Henry vs Finlay vs The Undertaker
Extreme Rules Match for the ECW Championship:
Chavo Guerrero (c) vs CM Punk
(CM Punk invokes his rematch clause for the ECW Championship. Punk says ECW has been his home for almost 2 years now and giving that title honour and prestige that Chavo won’t give it meant everything to him. Chavo says Punk’s claims that he won’t give the title prestige are disgusting, as was him being the ECW Champion and he rightfully saved the brand from a total misfit like him. During the match, Shelton Benjamin interferes and gives Punk a T-Bone Suplex. This allows Chavo to capitalise on the assistance as he then delivers a Frog Splash to CM Punk and pins him to retain the ECW Championship!)
Career Threatening Match:
Ric Flair vs JBL
(Mr McMahon says Ric Flair’s career still being alive is down to pure luck and he’s found a guy who’s going to put him down for good… JBL! JBL says there’s only one man who should have that honour of being the man to retire Ric Flair and that’s him, a Wrestling God! JBL thanks Vince McMahon for asking him to put Flair down once and for all and promises to do so. Flair says JBL won’t stop him from at least getting to WrestleMania with his career still in tact. Ric Flair wins via submission.)
World Heavyweight Championship:
Edge (c) vs Rey Mysterio
(Rey Mysterio says he has no excuses for losing at the Royal Rumble but promises to still expose Edge for manipulating Vickie Guerrero and ensure he doesn’t walk into WrestleMania 24 as the World Heavyweight Champion. Edge says Rey can get to the back of the line however Teddy Long says as assistant General Manager, he can give Rey at least an opportunity to become #1 Contender at No Way Out if he can win a gauntlet match against Curt Hawkins, Zack Ryder and Chavo Guerrero! Rey wins the Gauntlet Match and earns himself one more opportunity to face Edge. Before this event, Rey tears his bicep meaning the match doesn’t go on long. Edge once retains the World Heavyweight Championship. After the match with Rey vulnerable, The Big Show returns and attacks Rey Mysterio, laying him out with a chokeslam. The Big Show then reveals his friend Floyd Maywheather is in the front row and brings Floyd over the barricade to join in the assault on Mysterio. Big Show raises Floyd Mayweathers hand to a chorus of boos.)
WWE Championship:
Randy Orton (c) vs John Cena (By Disqualification)
(After winning the Royal Rumble, John Cena says he isn’t waiting until WrestleMania to kick Randy Orton’s ass. Cena says he’d rather reclaim the WWE Championship now, get his hands on Randy Orton sooner and will head into WrestleMania as the WWE Champion! Randy Orton laughs saying Cena is the dumbest person on the planet for wanting to have his title match at No Way Out instead of at The Grandest Stage of Them All. Orton goes on to say Cena is selfish and jumping the queue instead of just waiting until WrestleMania like any smart person would. During the match, Randy Orton slaps the referee on purpose, intentionally gets himself disqualified and walks away with a huge smirk with his WWE Championship. Cena holds his hands on his head over the fact his opportunity seems to be gone.)
Elimination Chamber - Winner faces the WWE Champion at WrestleMania 24:
Shawn Michaels vs Umaga vs Triple H vs Jeff Hardy vs Mr.Kennedy vs Chris Jericho
Notes:
(Instead of fighting Big Show, Floyd Mayweather is a heel and will be in Big Show’s corner at WrestleMania 24.)
(John Cena beats Randy Orton the night after No Way Out in a match Triple H is the referee. This results in Cena being added to the match for the WWE Championship.)
Chris Jericho beats Jeff Hardy for the Intercontinental Championship 8 days after No Way Out. Hardy is then suspended for 60 days for violating the wellness policy.)
Hall of Fame 2008:
Ric Flair, “High Chief” Peter Maivia, Rocky Johnson, Mae Young, The Brisco Brothers, Eddie Graham and Gordon Solie
WrestleMania XXIV
Date: 30/3/08
Location: Florida Citrus Bowl, Orlando, Florida
United States Championship:
MVP (c) vs Matt Hardy
(Matt Hardy returns after No Way Out and attacks MVP for costing him 3 months of his career. Hardy promises to not only get revenge on MVP but also says he’s going to take what matters most to him, the United States Title! MVP says Hardy’s just guaranteed himself one thing and it isn’t his United States Championship, it’s another inevitable beatdown and injury at the hands of him.)
Money in the Bank Ladder Match:
CM Punk vs Shelton Benjamin vs John Morrison vs Chris Jericho vs The Miz vs JBL vs Mr.Kennedy vs Carlito
(Chris Jericho wins the match he created! Controversial but Punk’s time will come, tune in.)
24 Man WrestleMania Battle Royal:
Umaga wins, last eliminating Kofi Kingston
Extreme Rules for the ECW Championship:
Chavo Guerrero (c) vs Kane
(Chavo Guerrero says at WrestleMania 24, he’ll solidify his greatness as ECW Champion further and says he doesn’t care who faces him, he welcomes the challenge. Kane answers the challenge on ECW, beats the hell out of Chavo, Chokeslams him and the message is sent. The Big Red Monster says he’s come over to ECW for two reason’s. To take care of Chavo so that The Undertaker has one less distraction on the road to WrestleMania against Edge and most importantly, the ECW Championship! Instead of a squash match, Chavo puts up a bit of a fight with some heel tactics but in the end, Kane prevails, delivers a Tombstone Piledriver to Chavo Guerrero and pins him to win the ECW Championship!)
Batista w/Rey Mysterio vs The Big Show w/Floyd Mayweather
(Floyd Mayweather instead of feuding with The Big Show because f*ck making Big Show job out to a non wrestler albeit a boxer he’s twice the size of, aligns with Big Show and says he’ll be in his friends corner at WrestleMania if someone even has the guts to face him. Batista answers the challenge. His reasons are that Big Show is nothing but a bully who decided to attack his already injured friend Rey Mysterio at No Way Out and he’s going to make him pay. Big Show says just like he did to Rey at No Way Out, he’s going to give Batista the beating of his life and embarrass him at The Grandest Stage of Them All. Rey Mysterio says just like Floyd for Big Show, he’s going to be in his friend Batista’s corner while he kicks The Big Show’s ass. During the match while the referees down, Mayweather turns on The Big Show, knocks him out with brass knuckles, Big Show falls into the ropes and eats a 619 from Mysterio and then falls into a Spinebuster from Batista who then pins Big Show as the referee regains consciousness to win the match.)
Career Threatening Match:
Shawn Michaels vs Ric Flair
(After No Way Out, Ric Flair says this might be his last WrestleMania with the stipulation Vince McMahon has set and wants to face who he believes is the best person to give him something memorable. Flair challenges his friend Shawn Michaels, says he’s Mr. WrestleMania and without doubt the man to give him what he wants. Shawn Michaels says he loves Flair too much that he declines his offer and doesn’t want to face him at WrestleMania because he doesn’t want to be the man who retires Ric Flair. Flair however convinces Michaels by slapping him in the face and insulting him, calling him a joke. Michaels says not only will Flair get The and Mr. WrestleMania at The Showcase of the Immortals, he’s going to take old yeller behind the shed and put him down for good. At the end of the match, Michaels is upset and knows it’s time, as does Flair who’s telling him to finish him. Michaels utters those famous words “I’m sorry, I love you”, hits Flair with the Sweet Chin Music and pins him to end his legendary career. An emotional Michaels hugs Flair who’s unconscious in one of the most emotional matches in WrestleMania history. Flair bids farewell in tears, receives a standing ovation, hugs his family and bows out in style.)
Women’s Championship:
Beth Phoenix (c) vs Mickie James
WWE Championship:
Randy Orton (c) vs Triple H vs John Cena
(The three biggest stars on Raw are set for a huge showdown at The Showcase of the Immortals. Triple H says he doesn’t care if it’s one on one or a triple threat match which is now the case after John Cena beat Randy Orton on Raw, he’s leaving WrestleMania with the WWE Championship since it’s been far too long and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it. John Cena tells The Game that he doesn’t care who he has to go through, after WrestleMania he’ll once again be able to say The Champ is Here! Randy Orton meanwhile says he’s already beat both men in the past, has no doubt over being able to do so again although at the same time on this occasion and promises that The Age of Orton will continue after WrestleMania, no matter how much Cena and Triple H try and promote their fairytale comebacks. After missing WrestleMania the year before and being without one of the top titles for 3 years, Triple H completes his journey back to the top and pins Randy Orton after delivering a Pedigree to win the WWE Championship.)
World Heavyweight Championship:
Edge (c) vs The Undertaker
(A match almost a year in the making is finally happening. Edge says this was the plan all along, he didn’t want to face The Undertaker anywhere apart from at The Grandest Stage of Them All. Why? It’s easy, The Streak! Edge says not only will he retain his World Heavyweight Championship but he’ll forever cement his place in history as an all time great when at the end of WrestleMania 24, The Undertaker will be 15-1! The Undertaker is not only wanting to defend his streak but he wants to beat the holy hell out of Edge for screwing him out of the World Heavyweight Championship on more than one occasion. He also says the Rated-R Superstar will be facing a reaper at WrestleMania who’s determined to keep his streak in tact and win back what’s rightfully his, The World Heavyweight Championship! Despite Edge’s best attempts as The Edgeheads interfere along with some other heel tactics, The Deadman overcomes the shenanigans, delivers a second Tombstone to Edge and pins him to win the World Heavyweight Championship in order to go 16-0 at WrestleMania.)
Backlash 2008
Date: 27/4/08
Location: 1st Mariner Arena, Baltimore, Maryland
CM Punk vs Shelton Benjamin
(Shelton Benjamin continues attacking CM Punk on ECW after WrestleMania. As a result, CM Punk wants a match against The Gold Standard at Backlash and wants to get full revenge he hasn’t had the chance to get since Benjamin cost him the ECW Championship at No Mercy. Vince McMahon who appears on ECW for the night grants Punk his wish but says he has full confidence that Shelton Benjamin will come out and top and prove him right about Punk after all. Punk of course proves McMahon wrong again and wins after forcing Benjamin to submit to The Anaconda Vice!)
Women’s Championship:
Mickie James (c) vs Melina vs Beth Phoenix vs Maria
WWE World Tag Team Championship:
Hardcore Holly & Cody Rhodes (c) vs Paul London & Brian Kendrick
United States Championship:
Matt Hardy (c) vs MVP
Chris Jericho is the Special Guest Referee:
Shawn Michaels vs Batista
(Batista shows up on Raw as a guest on Chris Jericho’s Highlight Reel because he wants to get something off his chest. The Animal says Shawn Michaels shouldn’t have listened to Ric Flair yet he chose his ego like he always has and always will. Michaels says he done what Ric wanted out of love and respect and the only reason Batista is angry is because Flair chose to face him and not The Animal at WrestleMania. Because of this confrontation, Vince McMahon announces that Shawn Michaels and Batista will face each other at Backlash. Vince also informs them they’ll have a special guest referee… Chris Jericho! Batista says Michaels will pay at Backlash for retiring Ric Flair and Chris Jericho better stay out of his way. During the match, Michaels fakes a leg injury, suckers Batista into a Sweet Chin Music and pins him to win this match.)
Finlay w/Little Bastard vs The Big Show
(After WrestleMania, Big Show attacks Finlay and bullies his friend Little Bastard which sets up this match. Finlay puts up a bit of a fight but in the end, The Big Show to no surprise wins after knocking Finlay out.)
World Heavyweight & ECW Championship:
The Brothers of Destruction (c) vs Edge & Chavo Guerrero w/The Edgeheads
(After WrestleMania, both Edge and Chavo Guerrero want to invoke their rematch clause for their respective titles. Vickie Guerrero grants them their rematches but announces instead of facing The Undertaker and Kane one on one, they’ll face them in a tag team match at Backlash with both titles on the line. Edge says his wife is an absolute genius and this is why he loves her meanwhile Chavo says he has no doubt in his mind that him and Edge will take care of those two freaks who’ve got gold that doesn’t belong to them. The Undertaker and Kane promise to inflict pain on their opponents for all of their sins in recent months, especially Edge who’s been a thorn on both their sides at times over the years. During this match, The Edgeheads try and get involved but they both receive a beating from Taker and Kane. The Champions then Tombstone Edge and Chavo at the same time and pin them to retain their titles.)
Fatal 4-Way Elimination Match for the WWE Championship:
Triple H (c) vs JBL vs Randy Orton vs John Cena
(After WrestleMania, Triple H says the WWE Championship is the true symbol that The Game is back and better than ever! He welcomes all challenges and says he doesn’t care who he has to go through, he has no hesitation dropping anyone where they stand. Randy Orton interrupts, says he’s rightfully invoking his rematch clause and promises Triple H’s title reign will be short lived. John Cena also interrupts and says he isn’t done with Orton and at this rate Triple H because he’s got the one thing he wants, the WWE Championship! Vince McMahon announces a Triple Threat rematch at Backlash although at the end of that same Raw, Vince announces after JBL attacks Triple H that it’s now going to be a Fatal 4-Way Elimination Match. The reason JBL is added is because Vince wants to further stack the odds against The Game by adding someone who’s been kissing his ass since coming out of retirement. Vince make’s it no secret that he despises his son in law for the way he’s disrespected him over the years. Triple H says that deranged old bastard can stack the odds as much as he wants, it won’t stop him from leaving Backlash with the WWE Championship. Triple H wins to retain his championship, last eliminating Randy Orton.)
And that’s part 47 officially done! I hope you guys enjoyed it and continue to like the project I’ve worked so hard on in the last few months. I’ll be back very soon for part 48 where we’ll see Chris Jericho turn heel, a first time ever match between two of the biggest stars in the last 3 years and The Undertaker take Edge to his favourite place to close out their iconic feud. Stay safe and stay tuned!

I literally can not take a picture of it because the issue is on the inside of my nose but I can describe it. It was pierced with a hoop and I haven’t change the jewelry I like the horseshoe and I don’t think it’s ready yet. The outside is completely fine, no redness, pain, or bumps. But the inside is kind of gross, it’s red and really really swollen as well as some white/yellow pus. This is the first time since it was pierced I’ve had any issues with it, I’m assuming it’s because I’ve been swimming, thus pinching my nose kinda hard. It doesn’t hurt when I move it and there’s only crustys on the inside, the swollen-ness only started 3 days ago and only today did it start pussing. I’m really scared I’m going to have to take it out because I want this piercings so bad. I would just go back to my piercer for help but I live in the middle of nowhere so the trip alone would cost 100 dollars on gas, not including the money I’d be paying the piercer. I don’t understand why it’s not healed yet, Please help me I don’t know what to do!!

First of all, I apologize for any language mistakes as English is not my first language. I'm also sorry for the long rant.
To provide some context, my fiancé (L) and I are immigrants in a foreign country far away from home. We've been together for over 5 years and got engaged a couple of months ago. Currently, we're facing an unstable financial situation due to his debt. I won't go into much detail since he uses Reddit frequently and I don't want to reveal too much, but nothing that is consider a red flag or irresponsable expenses.
Until recently, I had never experienced mental health issues. However, complications in life and my own health problems have led me to severe depression. L appears to be sweet and understanding, but he has expressed frustration because he feels I'm not doing enough to earn money. He believes I have been "floating through space." On the other hand, I've explained to him that despite the circumstances, I contribute enough to cover half of my expenses. Additionally, I take care of most of the domestic chores and support him with his efforts to reduce his debt. Unfortunately, most of our recent conversations revolve around complaints about each other or finding ways to earn more money.
It breaks my heart because I truly considered him my rock, and I have never loved anyone as much as I love him. However, our relationship has become devoid of a true couple's life. We spend our evenings watching TV and having dinner together, but there is little intimacy. We rarely have intimate moments, sometimes not even once a month. I'm exhausted, incredibly tired of conversations that never lead to lasting agreements. I'm tired of begging for help and even for a simple act of intimacy.
Lately, he has been communicating with a friend from his home country almost every day. She is going through a divorce and relies on L for advice and support. They discuss topics he used to talk to me about, share memes, and more. Whenever I bring up the frequency of their conversations, he dismisses it and puts his phone away.
For a while now, I've had a gut feeling about their relationship, but today, while using his computer, I stumbled upon some WhatsApp messages. They address each other in a sweet and intimate way, using pet names, and she refers to him as "my love," "sweetie," and "dear." He has assured me before that they are just good friends and that she is a lonely woman, which is far from the truth.
More than ever, I'm starting to doubt if getting married is a good idea. Despite my love for him and his claims of love for me, my self-esteem has been shattered. I'm genuinely trying to improve myself and the situation, but it doesn't seem to be enough.
I'm torn between ending our relationship, not only because of the almost 5 years we've been together and the lingering feelings I have for him but also because we are about to launch a business together to secure our stay in this country. I fear I won't be able to do it without him.

I'm a 20 year old male. Ever since i can remember, i've had issues with my skin.
I can remember when i first started having issues with my skin and it was around grade 2-3 (age 7-8) and i started to notice a red itchy rash form under and around my nose, which we found to be seborrheic dermatitis, this never posed much problems.
As i started to go to high school, grade 7 (age 12-13), is where things with my skin drastically changed. I started to notice a burning/stinging/itching sensation that would occur every now and then, over my face/scalp and sometimes body, when i did exercise or if i was hot. This was debilitating and often resulted in me sitting out from exercise to find shade/have a cold showeor go somewhere with an air conditioner or fan, until the pain stoped. There were no physical symptoms, only the symptoms i felt, which made it very difficult for dermatologists to diagnose/help me. I also still suffered from seborrheic dermatitis with a dry/flaky/itchy scalp being the issue.
This was difficult for me but it was somewhat manageable. As i finished high school in 2020, i thought this would be something i would grow out of, as i did grow out of the the occasional pimple on my face and the acne on my back.
But was i wrong.
Around the start of June 2022, i became very sick with a long lasting cough and i was given antibiotics. I then started to notice redness of my face around August which my parents thought were an effect of the antibiotics.
I started to realise that this redness wasn't going away and it was actually becoming more severe. I became more persistently red and started to have these frequent episodes of aggressive flushing. I then began developing acne on my face later on. I also began flushing even around the people closest to me, like my parents and my best friend. I do remember before these symptoms came on, i always seemed to have hot/flushed skin, as well as i would be profusely sweating in social situations but nothing was ever physically visible.
I was then diagnosed with Rosacea by a dermatologist.
For the first few months i couldn't go outside. It was summer and when i'd usually be out playing sports and going to the beach with friends, i was at home inside my dark room with the air conditioner on. I physically couldn't be outside because of how my skin was reacting. This took a huge toll on my mental health.
I started my treatment with beta blockers and a more gentle skin care routine. After a few weeks of beta blockers, i found i was feeling dizzy and nauseous, so i was taken off them. I was then prescribed antibiotics for a few months which i found had not benefit. I then had 2 IPL laser treatment for the redness/flushing and saw a difference with my redness but it didn't help with my flushing. Now i am on isotretinoin and initially saw improvements with the acne but now seem to be in the purging phase.
Now nearly a year on from first showing symptoms and it doesn't seem like i will ever be normal again or be able to live my previous life, which is extremely tough as an athlete and also as someone who cares so much about how i look and present myself.
Is this rosacea? is this subtype of rosacea like neurogenic rosacea? or is this something else or a mix of different issues?
I am asking for help as it seems like i am at my last straw, i just want to live a normal life.

It started with me being curious about men thongs, "what would it feel like to wear one?" I wondered. So I've found on Amazon a 5 pack of best selling black men thongs. "Just these" I said, "I don't need more".
Well the men thongs were suprisingly comfortable, so I decided to buy 10 more thongs of the same brand and type, 5 dark blue and 5 dark green, "15 is more than I need, and these are 3 manly colors" I justified to myself.
Then I saw on Amazon some men's G-strings, smaller and sexier than the thongs, I had to try them. They had vivid colors like blue, red, green and yellow, "but it doesn't matter, no one's gonna see them". I like them so much I had to get them in every color: orange, purple, lime, teal, nude, and even, pink.
I was obsessed.
I started buying a lot more thongs and G strings, different cuts and different fabrics, in search for the best one. See through, mesh, elephant nose (those are fun to jerk off in, or do the "windmill"), I even bought jockstraps that reveal the whole butt, or see through / mesh boxer briefs to wear in my job (I'm a maintenance men, and sometimes I do plumbing work, and if you think that a plumber's butt crack is bad, than imagine a plumber's pink G string. But the mesh / see through boxer briefs are modest enough for people not to motice if they pop out). On days off I'm happy to wear my thongs / G strings, especially if I won't be meeting anyone, just to be safe.
Anyway I wasted a lot of money because in the end, the comfiest ones I have are the first thongs I've bought, Amazon's best selling men thongs. They are the least sexy out of all of them cause they cover a lot in the front, but this coverage gives my junk good support. No one knows about my collection cause I'm a lonely virgin. At least, I hope no one knows.

I stared up at the magazine cut out of a Maxim model that was crudely pasted on the underside of the top bunk. Her pert breast shimmied ever so slightly as Pete tossed and turned above.
She was platinum blonde with legs long enough to wrap around me twice. Or so the camera angle made it seem. I felt a stirring below, that yearning for a woman’s touch… which I hadn’t felt in six years, three months, and eleven days.
I rolled to my side, stifling it. It was the wrong time to seek out an orgasm, and I knew after the release I’d just spiral into self-loathing anyway. I focused on a crack in the cinder block until my eyelids became heavy.
Static pushed the thought of women from my mind as I slipped into sleep. The smell of cigars and oil flitted through my mind in a memory. My dad’s repair shop. The one I was meant to take over, before the arrest…
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“Aaaarrgghh!”
A cry echoing from somewhere deep within the prison startled me awake. My heart thundered in my chest like a rabbit thrashing against its cage.
I rolled over to see Pete crouching low, his face pressed against the bars.
“What’s going on?” I croaked.
“They’re taking Benny.” He whispered.
“Fuck, really?” I pulled myself to the top corner of my mattress, just enough to peer around the edge of the bars.
Two guards wrestled the young latino onto a gurney as a man in a lab coat watched from a distance. He fought against them but it was futile. Once the straps were locked in he screamed once more, pleading for help.
Dozens of eyes watched from dim lit cells, none of which stirring to offer assistance in the slightest. We knew there was no helping him. We knew what happened next…
His cries were muffled as the doctor jammed a syringe into the base of his neck. Benny’s muscles tensed and pulsed in the fit of a seizure, but then lay still. The cell block was silent once more as they wheeled him down the hall and into the catacombs.
I did a cross over myself but didn’t bother to pray. Once they took them, they never came back.
“A damn shame…” I muttered.
“Yeah, he was a good kid…” Pete stood and leapt back onto the top bunk.
A fire burned in my chest. I wanted to say something. To cry out about the injustice of what was happening to us. That committing a crime shouldn’t damn a man to whatever terrible fate they had instore for us below three feet of steel and a quarter mile of dirt.
But I didn’t… What good could it do? Other than drawing attention to me in a very negative way.
Once they took you to the lab, you were never seen again.
All you could do was hope that your number was never called, and that you got out of here before they visited your cell late into the night.
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87…88…89…90…
My chest was on fire as sweat dripped from the tip of my nose. I couldn’t go back to sleep last night. Kept thinking about Benny.
91…92…93…
So began the push-ups. It was the only way to clear my head.
94…95…96…
My therapy.
97…98…99…100.
I rolled to my back, out of breath.
Three years, six months and change.
So much time left to go.
Benny had only been here for a little over a year. It made no sense…
None of us could figure out exactly why they took who they took. There seemed to be no method to the madness.
Just a couple weeks ago they took old man Tom Finch. He’d been here longer than any of us. A lifer on the account of premeditated murder back in the 70s. But they didn’t come for him until he’d served most of his adult life behind bars.
The red beacon suddenly swirled above. A buzzing sound hummed as the cell doors clicked and slid open.
Breakfast.
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I pulled my tray along the bar to be loaded with oats, powdered eggs and bread.
Meager rations.
I grabbed a small carton of milk and made my way over to sit with Pete. He was already nibbling on his toast while perusing a crossword puzzle.
We exchanged nods and I went to devouring the entirety of my plate.
Calories build muscle after all.
Which was something Pete had no interest in. He was a bookworm through and through. Rail thin too. When we’d met, I’d assumed it was from the drug problem he’d had on the outside, which ultimately landed him in incarceration. But come to find out it was just his metabolism and general lack of appetite.
“John…” He whispered.
I looked up from my feast.
He was looking to the corner of the cafeteria and I followed his gaze to see two men in lab coats surveying the crowd.
I grunted and squeezed the handle of my fork until my knuckles went white. The impulse of burying it into their throats was almost overwhelming.
“Their activity has been ramping up.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been seeing them much more frequently as of late. They must be close to a breakthrough.”
“Breakthrough of what?” I furrowed my brow.
“Who knows? Whatever it is they are doing down there. They’ve been taking us more often as well.”
Pete sighed at the twist of confusion on my face.
“Think about it… Benny last night, then Tom two weeks before that. Then Eric ten days before that, and Deonte maybe three weeks prior. It’s never been that close together. Until recently, they only came perhaps once every other month. Sometimes only once a season.”
Shit… he was right. I hadn’t realized it before.
“So what does that mean?” I asked, shoving another hunk of egg into my mouth.
“I have no idea. But I’d say our odds of survival have been reduced dramatically.”
—-----
Pete might as well have been an oracle, peering into our grim and desolate future.
Over the next several months we started seeing the lab coats weekly. Sometimes even more often than that.
The prison yard felt empty. Sure there were still plenty of us left, but our population had been noticeably trimmed. One gang in particular only had two members left, which didn’t bode well for them. The others slowly circled them like sharks. I had no affiliation with any of them and kept to myself. But still, I could see their fate a mile away.
Although, despite the business as usual dog eat dog atmosphere, there was an undercurrent of fear rippling through the general pop. You could smell it, like a scent of decay and desperation. Hard faces that had once promised violence, now almost flinched around every corner and jumped at each shadow.
The energy of a couple of hundred men that felt like an animal backed into a corner was palpable.
But what could we do?
I didn’t know but I sure wish someone would tell me… I threw myself into my workouts and Pete hardly ever looked up from a book. Escapism was our only reprieve.
I went to bed with a prayer on my lips, hoping I wouldn’t hear those iron bars moving in the late hours of the night.
—-----
A loud clanking followed by footsteps pulled me from sleep.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut hoping it was the cell next to mine.
But it wasn’t…
Three guards hovered behind a fourth that was unlocking our cell. The bars clicked and began to slide open.
I jumped to my feet and backed up against the wall. I pulled my fists up into a boxing stance, I wasn’t going to go without a fight. My muscles tensed and flexed like coiled steel.
“In the corner inmate! We’re here for your cellmate.” A short and stocky corrections officer barked with his hand gripping the baton at his waist.
Pete squirmed into a ball at the corner of his mat and looked at me with wide, pleading eyes.
I put my face in the opposite corner as instructed. A mixture of fear and relief roiled in my gut, and I hated myself for it. It made me feel like a coward.
“No, no, no, no, no!” I heard Pete squeal from behind as guards flooded the cell.
I peaked over my shoulder and watched as they pried him from the top bunk. Pete tried to resist, but there was nothing to him. A bag of bones that they easily wrestled down.
That same fire ignited in my chest. Anger washed over me, cleansing away the cowardice. For God’s sake, he was my only friend.
All I could see was red.
I spun around bringing the back of my fist across a guard’s face, shattering the bridge of his nose. Blood spurted from it as he dropped Pete’s legs.
With a giant step forward I brought an uppercut into the portly officer’s abdomen, dropping him like a ton of bricks.
I shoved a third into the corner, pinning him there as I screamed for Pete to run. He scampered out the opening and the last thing I heard were his footfalls as a baton smashed across the back of my skull. Everything went black before I even hit the ground.
—-----
I spent a month in solitary.
The room was so small it should have been inhumane to house a human being inside of it.
Still… I made the best of it with dips, pushups and situps. Countless reps of them. It was all I could do.
Some mornings I’d wake up with horrible migraines. I assumed it was a slight concussion from the impact of the baton.
I only hoped Pete could have somehow made it out. But somewhere deep down I knew that would have been impossible. Hopefully he at least gave them some hell before they took him below.
I stopped praying before bed. It didn’t seem like it did any good.
If there was a God, he didn’t exist inside these walls.
We were abandoned.
The unheard.
—-------
When I finally got back to my cell it had been emptied of everything. Pete’s books, artwork from his niece and even my Maxim cutout.
Just like he’d never existed. My heart sunk at the sight.
Later that day I’d learned from others that he had been captured just moments after escaping the cell.
But our actions weren’t wasted in vain.
We were the first to fight back against the abduction and it sparked something in the others.
They started talks of an uprising a few weeks back. A prison riot.
They even had a guard on the inside. C.O. Matthews. He was a very religious man and was just as horrified by what was happening as we were and had been looking for a way to help.
“It’s going down tonight John, just before lights out. Be ready.” Jerry whispered at the picnic table.
I gave a nod that I understood and headed off for my daily jog around the courts.
It wasn’t about getting out. Getting free. That wasn’t going to happen. It was about sending a message.
I let my mind go blank, filling with static as I enjoyed what could be my last day outside.
—------
The beacon swirled overhead in the common area.
“Inmates to their cells. Lights out.” The intercom buzzed.
There were over fifty men in cell block B, and not a single one of us moved.
The voice on the intercom repeated himself angrily as guards began to shuffle in closer. Nods passed like dominoes from one inmate to the next. We were ready.
“Get to your cell inmate.” a guard growled as he clamped his hands down on my shoulders.
I threw an elbow behind me into his groin, he howled in pain as he hit the floor. The other inmates sprung to their feet and flew off from their leaning places to join in the brawl.
Fists, feet and batons flew wildly across the cell block as we engaged in war with the uniformed officers.
I grappled with one until I was able to submit him in a choke until he went limp in my arms.
I stomped another in the face, spilling blood and brains on the concrete floor.
It had looked like we were winning until they sent the special response team in. We formed a line, many of us battered and bloody, in front of the row of riot shields.
We waited for their charge for what felt like an eternity.
But suddenly they backed out from where they’d come and slid the cell block doors closed.
What the hell…
The red beacon swirled once again overhead as a clicking sounded out behind us.
The rear entrance that the lab coats had always used swung open. I spun around to see…
“Mary, mother of God.” I gasped.
It was Pete…
But there was something horribly wrong with him.
His skin clung loosely to his body and had a terrible jaundice looking hue to it. His eyes almost seemed to glow and his hands… they were impossibly large like contorted branches.
I held my hand up to my mouth in disbelief.
A scientist stepped out from behind him.
“As you can see, we have a few kinks left to iron out, but we are making great progress. Would you all care to see what he can do?” He looked into each of our eyes inquisitively.
“If you don’t, head back to your cells now. You have ten seconds and then I shall release him.”
It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. But a violent and hungry energy filled the room, emanating from what used to be my friend.
Suddenly, over half the remaining inmates bolted for their cells out of fear. Not that I could blame them, my knees wobbled and threatened to buckle just at the sight of him.
But I stood my ground, as did a handful of others.
“Very well then. Specimen 3-1-0, engage.”
A growl reverberated through the cell block.
“Everyone rush him at once! It’s our only shot.” I hollered.
And we did, but it didn’t matter. It happened so fast. It was over before I could even comprehend it.
He moved like an animal, picking each of us apart almost in unison.
I lay on my back, unable to feel my legs as I watched Jerry be disemboweled. He was trying to shove his intestines back inside the tear in his abdomen before the creature came back to finish him off.
I did a cross over myself but didn’t bother to pray.
As Pete stood over me, with dead eyes, I knew there was no God.
He didn’t exist inside these walls.
We were abandoned.
The unheard.

I stared up at the magazine cut out of a Maxim model that was crudely pasted on the underside of the top bunk. Her pert breast shimmied ever so slightly as Pete tossed and turned above.
She was platinum blonde with legs long enough to wrap around me twice. Or so the camera angle made it seem. I felt a stirring below, that yearning for a woman’s touch… which I hadn’t felt in six years, three months, and eleven days.
I rolled to my side, stifling it. It was the wrong time to seek out an orgasm, and I knew after the release I’d just spiral into self-loathing anyway. I focused on a crack in the cinder block until my eyelids became heavy.
Static pushed the thought of women from my mind as I slipped into sleep. The smell of cigars and oil flitted through my mind in a memory. My dad’s repair shop. The one I was meant to take over, before the arrest…
------
“Aaaarrgghh!”
A cry echoing from somewhere deep within the prison startled me awake. My heart thundered in my chest like a rabbit thrashing against its cage.
I rolled over to see Pete crouching low, his face pressed against the bars.
“What’s going on?” I croaked.
“They’re taking Benny.” He whispered.
“Fuck, really?” I pulled myself to the top corner of my mattress, just enough to peer around the edge of the bars.
Two guards wrestled the young latino onto a gurney as a man in a lab coat watched from a distance. He fought against them but it was futile. Once the straps were locked in he screamed once more, pleading for help.
Dozens of eyes watched from dim lit cells, none of which stirring to offer assistance in the slightest. We knew there was no helping him. We knew what happened next…
His cries were muffled as the doctor jammed a syringe into the base of his neck. Benny’s muscles tensed and pulsed in the fit of a seizure, but then lay still. The cell block was silent once more as they wheeled him down the hall and into the catacombs.
I did a cross over myself but didn’t bother to pray. Once they took them, they never came back.
“A damn shame…” I muttered.
“Yeah, he was a good kid…” Pete stood and leapt back onto the top bunk.
A fire burned in my chest. I wanted to say something. To cry out about the injustice of what was happening to us. That committing a crime shouldn’t damn a man to whatever terrible fate they had instore for us below three feet of steel and a quarter mile of dirt.
But I didn’t… What good could it do? Other than drawing attention to me in a very negative way.
Once they took you to the lab, you were never seen again.
All you could do was hope that your number was never called, and that you got out of here before they visited your cell late into the night.
—-----
87…88…89…90…
My chest was on fire as sweat dripped from the tip of my nose. I couldn’t go back to sleep last night. Kept thinking about Benny.
91…92…93…
So began the push-ups. It was the only way to clear my head.
94…95…96…
My therapy.
97…98…99…100.
I rolled to my back, out of breath.
Three years, six months and change.
So much time left to go.
Benny had only been here for a little over a year. It made no sense…
None of us could figure out exactly why they took who they took. There seemed to be no method to the madness.
Just a couple weeks ago they took old man Tom Finch. He’d been here longer than any of us. A lifer on the account of premeditated murder back in the 70s. But they didn’t come for him until he’d served most of his adult life behind bars.
The red beacon suddenly swirled above. A buzzing sound hummed as the cell doors clicked and slid open.
Breakfast.
—----
I pulled my tray along the bar to be loaded with oats, powdered eggs and bread.
Meager rations.
I grabbed a small carton of milk and made my way over to sit with Pete. He was already nibbling on his toast while perusing a crossword puzzle.
We exchanged nods and I went to devouring the entirety of my plate.
Calories build muscle after all.
Which was something Pete had no interest in. He was a bookworm through and through. Rail thin too. When we’d met, I’d assumed it was from the drug problem he’d had on the outside, which ultimately landed him in incarceration. But come to find out it was just his metabolism and general lack of appetite.
“John…” He whispered.
I looked up from my feast.
He was looking to the corner of the cafeteria and I followed his gaze to see two men in lab coats surveying the crowd.
I grunted and squeezed the handle of my fork until my knuckles went white. The impulse of burying it into their throats was almost overwhelming.
“Their activity has been ramping up.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been seeing them much more frequently as of late. They must be close to a breakthrough.”
“Breakthrough of what?” I furrowed my brow.
“Who knows? Whatever it is they are doing down there. They’ve been taking us more often as well.”
Pete sighed at the twist of confusion on my face.
“Think about it… Benny last night, then Tom two weeks before that. Then Eric ten days before that, and Deonte maybe three weeks prior. It’s never been that close together. Until recently, they only came perhaps once every other month. Sometimes only once a season.”
Shit… he was right. I hadn’t realized it before.
“So what does that mean?” I asked, shoving another hunk of egg into my mouth.
“I have no idea. But I’d say our odds of survival have been reduced dramatically.”
—-----
Pete might as well have been an oracle, peering into our grim and desolate future.
Over the next several months we started seeing the lab coats weekly. Sometimes even more often than that.
The prison yard felt empty. Sure there were still plenty of us left, but our population had been noticeably trimmed. One gang in particular only had two members left, which didn’t bode well for them. The others slowly circled them like sharks. I had no affiliation with any of them and kept to myself. But still, I could see their fate a mile away.
Although, despite the business as usual dog eat dog atmosphere, there was an undercurrent of fear rippling through the general pop. You could smell it, like a scent of decay and desperation. Hard faces that had once promised violence, now almost flinched around every corner and jumped at each shadow.
The energy of a couple of hundred men that felt like an animal backed into a corner was palpable.
But what could we do?
I didn’t know but I sure wish someone would tell me… I threw myself into my workouts and Pete hardly ever looked up from a book. Escapism was our only reprieve.
I went to bed with a prayer on my lips, hoping I wouldn’t hear those iron bars moving in the late hours of the night.
—-----
A loud clanking followed by footsteps pulled me from sleep.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut hoping it was the cell next to mine.
But it wasn’t…
Three guards hovered behind a fourth that was unlocking our cell. The bars clicked and began to slide open.
I jumped to my feet and backed up against the wall. I pulled my fists up into a boxing stance, I wasn’t going to go without a fight. My muscles tensed and flexed like coiled steel.
“In the corner inmate! We’re here for your cellmate.” A short and stocky corrections officer barked with his hand gripping the baton at his waist.
Pete squirmed into a ball at the corner of his mat and looked at me with wide, pleading eyes.
I put my face in the opposite corner as instructed. A mixture of fear and relief roiled in my gut, and I hated myself for it. It made me feel like a coward.
“No, no, no, no, no!” I heard Pete squeal from behind as guards flooded the cell.
I peaked over my shoulder and watched as they pried him from the top bunk. Pete tried to resist, but there was nothing to him. A bag of bones that they easily wrestled down.
That same fire ignited in my chest. Anger washed over me, cleansing away the cowardice. For God’s sake, he was my only friend.
All I could see was red.
I spun around bringing the back of my fist across a guard’s face, shattering the bridge of his nose. Blood spurted from it as he dropped Pete’s legs.
With a giant step forward I brought an uppercut into the portly officer’s abdomen, dropping him like a ton of bricks.
I shoved a third into the corner, pinning him there as I screamed for Pete to run. He scampered out the opening and the last thing I heard were his footfalls as a baton smashed across the back of my skull. Everything went black before I even hit the ground.
—-----
I spent a month in solitary.
The room was so small it should have been inhumane to house a human being inside of it.
Still… I made the best of it with dips, pushups and situps. Countless reps of them. It was all I could do.
Some mornings I’d wake up with horrible migraines. I assumed it was a slight concussion from the impact of the baton.
I only hoped Pete could have somehow made it out. But somewhere deep down I knew that would have been impossible. Hopefully he at least gave them some hell before they took him below.
I stopped praying before bed. It didn’t seem like it did any good.
If there was a God, he didn’t exist inside these walls.
We were abandoned.
The unheard.
—-------
When I finally got back to my cell it had been emptied of everything. Pete’s books, artwork from his niece and even my Maxim cutout.
Just like he’d never existed. My heart sunk at the sight.
Later that day I’d learned from others that he had been captured just moments after escaping the cell.
But our actions weren’t wasted in vain.
We were the first to fight back against the abduction and it sparked something in the others.
They started talks of an uprising a few weeks back. A prison riot.
They even had a guard on the inside. C.O. Matthews. He was a very religious man and was just as horrified by what was happening as we were and had been looking for a way to help.
“It’s going down tonight John, just before lights out. Be ready.” Jerry whispered at the picnic table.
I gave a nod that I understood and headed off for my daily jog around the courts.
It wasn’t about getting out. Getting free. That wasn’t going to happen. It was about sending a message.
I let my mind go blank, filling with static as I enjoyed what could be my last day outside.
—------
The beacon swirled overhead in the common area.
“Inmates to their cells. Lights out.” The intercom buzzed.
There were over fifty men in cell block B, and not a single one of us moved.
The voice on the intercom repeated himself angrily as guards began to shuffle in closer. Nods passed like dominoes from one inmate to the next. We were ready.
“Get to your cell inmate.” a guard growled as he clamped his hands down on my shoulders.
I threw an elbow behind me into his groin, he howled in pain as he hit the floor. The other inmates sprung to their feet and flew off from their leaning places to join in the brawl.
Fists, feet and batons flew wildly across the cell block as we engaged in war with the uniformed officers.
I grappled with one until I was able to submit him in a choke until he went limp in my arms.
I stomped another in the face, spilling blood and brains on the concrete floor.
It had looked like we were winning until they sent the special response team in. We formed a line, many of us battered and bloody, in front of the row of riot shields.
We waited for their charge for what felt like an eternity.
But suddenly they backed out from where they’d come and slid the cell block doors closed.
What the hell…
The red beacon swirled once again overhead as a clicking sounded out behind us.
The rear entrance that the lab coats had always used swung open. I spun around to see…
“Mary, mother of God.” I gasped.
It was Pete…
But there was something horribly wrong with him.
His skin clung loosely to his body and had a terrible jaundice looking hue to it. His eyes almost seemed to glow and his hands… they were impossibly large like contorted branches.
I held my hand up to my mouth in disbelief.
A scientist stepped out from behind him.
“As you can see, we have a few kinks left to iron out, but we are making great progress. Would you all care to see what he can do?” He looked into each of our eyes inquisitively.
“If you don’t, head back to your cells now. You have ten seconds and then I shall release him.”
It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. But a violent and hungry energy filled the room, emanating from what used to be my friend.
Suddenly, over half the remaining inmates bolted for their cells out of fear. Not that I could blame them, my knees wobbled and threatened to buckle just at the sight of him.
But I stood my ground, as did a handful of others.
“Very well then. Specimen 3-1-0, engage.”
A growl reverberated through the cell block.
“Everyone rush him at once! It’s our only shot.” I hollered.
And we did, but it didn’t matter. It happened so fast. It was over before I could even comprehend it.
He moved like an animal, picking each of us apart almost in unison.
I lay on my back, unable to feel my legs as I watched Jerry be disemboweled. He was trying to shove his intestines back inside the tear in his abdomen before the creature came back to finish him off.
I did a cross over myself but didn’t bother to pray.
As Pete stood over me, with dead eyes, I knew there was no God.
He didn’t exist inside these walls.
We were abandoned.
The unheard.

it start like a year ago. i start to notice that the more i play. the more i lose. ever day session never win more than lose and it keep getting worse every day.
but back then i dont mind that much. im not a stat junkie. so i didnt care what happen and just have fun.
but today ive got it worse. like really really bad. all day of looooooooooong lose streak. to the point that i have to check wotlab and tomato.gg (which i never check in a year) and im in shock at what ive seen.
recent stat:
dark green WN8 1428
DEEP RED WR 45%
recent WR i have only 45% that is as low as bot account.......no, may be bot account may be higher. im not a good player by any means but 45% is ABNORMAL for active player. and today session for 62 games. i got 28% WR.
even if you botting or go AFK for 62 games you cant get that WR so low !!!!!!!
WTF just happen. my WN8 is stable but WR goes nose diving. my ign is bercerus. asia server. can someone look into it or explain to me what the hell just happen.

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I work at a big third party chemical company that produces stuff like nail polish remover, paint thinner, ect. One day a new company signed with us and was making their own “No smell” nail polish remover. They had lavender, lemon, cucumber, strawberry, and orange scented polish remover. I don’t know why but the orange one just smelled too good and I would catch myself sniffing it every time I walked past the vat. This day after hours when everyone left for home and all the vat were closed I went back and opened the orange one. God it smelled so good, I couldn’t get enough. I just stood there smelling it getting a little head high for what seemed like 2 min, but in real time it was 20 minutes. 20 minutes with my nose deep in the vat smelling this orange chemical. As soon as I seen he time I got out of there fast. On the drive home my throat felt a little itchy but I played it off as the crust winter air. I got home and went sound asleep with no problem, the nightmare began as soon as I opened my eyes. It felt like my throat was on fire, like a million fire ants were biting my esophagus. Trying to brush my teeth to sooth the pain but it made it worse. Nothing was helping so I had no choice but to go to the hospital. I barged into the emergency room clutching my throat in agony. The nurse asked me what’s the problem and when I tried to speak nothing came out but a painful squeak. The chilling realization hit me that I couldn’t speak, not even whisper. The nude checked my mouth and from the back of my throat was nothing but disgusting red and purple burns and dried blood. They threw me on a bed and I went straight to the OR. When I woke up a whole day had pasted without me even noticing. I was in surgery for 9 hours from chemical burns all the way from my nasal cavity down to the middle of my esophagus. Once again I tried to speak but nothing, not even a squeak this time. The doctor soon came in and told me due to me inhaling the chemicals for so long I permanently damaged my nose and throat resulting not able to smell correctly for a while and completely damaging my vocal cords. To sum it up he told me I was never going to speak again. It’s been 4 years that I’ve been mute now and I would say it gets better. My insurance was able to get me a speaking device that I type and I reads out loud what im typing. Not a day goes by I wish I didn’t do something so stupid but it’s just life’s funny way of saying you live and learn. Even if your lesson is losing your voice forever.