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      Hi, everyone.
      Just a quick heads-up on something before going into the details of the next hold. Just prior to writing this blog post, I hid my Garry's Mod image thread following the completion of another upload block given my periods of inactivity there between them, as I previously said I would. It won't be opened up again until a few days prior to the next block starting, so when it shows back up, you'll know to be ready with comments DMs of requests should I be taking them. It does mean I'll need to contact a moderator to open it again, but that's a pretty easy workaround. Just need to be careful with respect to how the initiating message gets prioritised is all.
      So the next hold. It'll be happening on the 24th: a Saturday, two days from now. Sometime in the morning is when I plan for it to be. Unfortunately, I'm still on these Phentodur pills I mentioned not too far back, and with my body clock being thrown out of whack alongside the destruction of my appetite, it's gonna be a struggle for me to adhere to this. Still: I'll do the best I can. Another session with only water, though, so there's no associated nutritional value, and as a result, I should be able to down it fairly easily. At least: I HOPE so.
      So that's it for the time being. Talk again soon.
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      Just made my 1st ever "Omo" purchase:  a large-sized PharMeDoc incontinence mat for my bed.  I currently have a woefully inadequate setup for bed--and honestly, floor--wettings so this will be lifechanging if it works well.   It has 3 absorbent layers and a bottom PVC non-slip layer that helps it adhere to the mattress, & the Amazon reviews are very numerous/positive.  It's said to hold 8 cups of liquid which is waaay more than my tiny bladder can produce.  😁  I've wanted to be able to piss myself in bed with abandon forever but the fear (and reality) of getting my sheets and mattress all stinky has stopped me.   But bedwetting is by far my favorite so I'm stoked.   

      Thanks to the ABDL forum user who suggested the PeapodMat to me, as that's what set me on the search for these awesome products.  This brand is similar but much cheaper ($21) so hopefully it works well.  It can't really be any worse than what I've got now though.  I don't need anything comfy or that I can actually sleep on, as I'll just be using it for "recreational" wettings.  Will definitely update when I've had a chance to use it!  (Estimated arrival:  this Saturday).  Parts of the country are getting slammed with blizzards so hopefully it arrives before that starts.  Send a prayer up to the mail gods for me.  🙏🏼📧


      Edit:  It's heeee-eeeere!  Just opened the box & laid it out on the bed.  It covers the entire width of my mattress and a good chunk of the length.  Looks like it's made well too.  Will update with pix once I've had a chance to soak it.  Now off to pre-load with some H2O...
      Edit #2:  As stated on the big blog, I've wet this thing several times now with mixed results.  Overall it was a very smart investment as it's been waaaay easier to clean than the 7 layer monstrosity of towels/blankets/washcloths & clothes I was using before.  It's also allowed me to start enjoying convenience wettings in the night instead of ruining my sleep to get up to pee, which truly does make it impossible for me to go back to sleep.  (I take tons of sleep aids & have serious sleep issues so this isn't just a minor inconvenience).  Now I just roll onto my mat, pee and toss it onto the floor face-up until morning, when I put it in the wash with whatever other laundry I have.  Super easy.

      But the 1st few times it leaked pretty bad, and there have been a couple other instances of leakage when I had a super full bladder.  So if you're looking for something that 100% will never leak, this ain't it.  But it is huge so you can move over and use dry parts of it which is a plus.  Lasts 300+ washes and has no special washing instructions and only costs $19-$21.  Will def buy another when this one wears out!

      Here are some pix from my 1st bedwetting with it which didn't go so hot lmao.  
       


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      Hey, all.
      Nearly that first time of the month again. Well... first of two, I should say. I'm actually getting this blog post done up right before starting my new Garry's Mod upload block, so you're free to head over to the thread after seeing this (depending on which you see first). This hold's gonna be taking place on... I'm gonna say either the 9th or 10th. At this point, I've realised that I can't even guarantee DATES for my holds, so I'm having to get a range to select from. Again, time will just be at some point late morning onwards. Now I am trying something a little different for fluids to drink. Got myself some guava-flavoured Vodka Cruisers, so it's gonna be pretty alcohol-heavy (4.6% concentration, but that's still quite a bit). It was only a four-pack, though, and already, we've gone through three of them. Gonna have to try and nudge my dad to make sure to leave that one for me without being too blunt about the purpose.
      Well, that's all I needed to say there. See you in the Garry's Mod thread!
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      Hi, everyone.
      We're getting close to that time when I need to do another one of my holds on OmoOrg. If you read what I posted in a HeroForge image that went up today, I'm not 100% on what my schedule for the next few weeks will be at this point in time. But just in case it goes ahead as previously planned, I'll be having this next hold on Thursday, which is the 25th (the day before Australia Day 🌏). Just a day I'll only be having water, so nothing in the way of other beverages there, and a fairly standard session. By the way: I need to apologise for my last session, because I said that'd probably be falling on the 8th or 10th due to something else I had on the 9th, but it fell there anyway. With this, though, I can fully guarantee that this won't be the case again.
      Well, that's all for now. See ya soon.
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      Act II: The Art of War
       
      Interlude II: The Gray Dragoons Return
       
      'Why? Why was I chosen for this?'
       
      A young soldier cursed within his heart as he walked down a bright white hallway. He knew his purpose, he was well aware that he was just another disposable minion whom nobody would take an interest in. He lived under the overbearing shadow of death everyday. Such feelings of fear were not new to him, in fact they were normal.
       
      And yet, he wanted to live for as long as possible. His only desire was to enjoy life in the brief moments of solace that he had. This made sense of course, for the boy was indeed human, even if his humanity was never acknowledged by anyone but himself. Such existences were all too commonplace here, as it had been for generation upon generation.
       
      He couldn't disobey orders, for that would get him slain faster than literally anything else. There was no escape, no fortress of solitude to run to. He always felt trapped, it's just that today he was forced into an inescapable corner, one which he didn't know how to overcome. No god would answer his internal pleas for help, at least none that would listen to him. He was truly and utterly on the footsteps of despair, yet he had no choice but to keep pressing forward.
       
      He had terrible news that he had to deliver to an even more deplorable man. His fellow comrades, if you could even call them that, forced the task onto him. So here he was, briskly moving down a mostly empty hallway that felt so much longer than it actually was.
       
      'Calm down' He told himself. 'I can do this. I'll just meet him, deliver the news as neutrally as possible and excuse myself. Simple.'
       
      Despite his inner assurances, he didn't feel confident in the slightest. Alas his time to think was up and he soon found himself in front of a large doorway, guarded by two armed men. They stopped him with a simple hand gesture.
       
      "I bring word from The Archdeacon, news which The Elder needs to hear as soon as possible."
       
      The two grunts simply looked at each other, then at him, and shrugged.
       
      "Go on ahead, but be quick about it." The helmeted footman said as he opened the door with an access code.
       
      The young man nodded and walked into the room, which was initially even more obnoxiously blinding than the hallway surprisingly enough. But what was more shocking was the smell. A very sweet and pleasant scent permeated this inner space, one that the boy had never experienced before. He realized he was in a garden and that he must be smelling the various flowers and other flora that were flourishing around him.
       
      For a very brief moment, the young lad truly felt what the experience of peace must be like. But then he quickly remembered exactly where he was and why he was here and the involuntary smile retreated from his lips. In the middle of the garden was a simple greenhouse with a sliding door. Inside was a singular human-shaped figure. That must be him.
       
      He opened the sliding door as silently and respectfully as possible before he was able to see the man clearly.
       

       
      A rather averagely built person with light purple hair and a trimmed beard was tending to his flowers. He donned a simple dark leather jacket and jeans. He was also humming a pleasant folksy song that the cadet didn't recognize at all. If any normal people were to glance at him they'd likely assume that he was just some college dropout, or maybe an experienced mechanic or a ruffian biker of some sort.
       
      But the soldier knew beyond a shadow of a doubt the kind of god whom he was standing before, so he quickly got down on one knee. Nevertheless the man kept whistling his song and trimming his flowers, while paying no heed to him. It was almost like he didn't even exist. The young man began to sweat profusely as the atmosphere quickly turned dire even though a single word hadn't yet been exchanged between them.
       
      'This is bad. Is he testing me or does he really not know I'm here? No no, of course he knows, he's our Creator after all.'
       
      The messengers thoughts became tangled and rapid. Should he speak up or should he wait? He did not know the answer but he made a quick decision regardless.
       
      "E-Excuse me, my lord Elder?" The boy began. "I bring news from The Archdeacon."
       
      The Elder stopped whistling instantly as the head of a purple lily he was pruning fell to the ground. He halted his work for a few seconds and sighed before moving on.
       
      "Well, clearly you have some other place to be..." The Elder spoke rather casually and yet his voice was strangely charismatic. "Well? What is it son?"
       
      The young man's knee began to ache violently from him pressing it into the metallic floor so hard, yet he stayed down anyway.
       
      "I regret to inform you that- that The Baron has been killed." The soldier stopped speaking for a moment before continuing. "The Archdeacon claims that The Gray Dragoons are responsible. He's recommending that you a-and every other council member gather at The Citadel for your safety. War is coming and will soon be upon us."
       
      He did it, he said what he had to say. But he had no time to feel relief.
       
      "The Baron... is dead? So they've finally returned..." The Elder stops looking at his flowers and sets his eyes on the trembling young man for the first time as he stands up and puts his clippers away. "Interesting. That fat ass motherfucker was always an eyesore... but he was also very a very capable man, unfortunately. I guess not anymore though, damn. Shit."
       
      "My lord?" The soldier's natural response to such a brazen reply overwhelmed his senses, an utterance which he regretted almost instantly as he made eye contact with him.
       
      The Elder was smiling in a rather normal yet unsettling way. If he noticed how frightened the soldier before him was, he didn't show it, or even care for that matter.
       
      "Do you know what the meaning of our fragile existence is? It seems so fucking natural for life in our galaxy to just... slip away. Our gift of immortality that we occasionally bestow upon the masses is a rare one indeed."
       
      "My only purpose my lord is to serve you... and to bring true peace and security to the species under us who earn it." The nerve wracked man spoke clearly this time.
       
      The Elder's slight smile disappears into a neutral expression as he begins to walk slowly around the conservatory. The greenhorn pup follows him around without a word, making sure to make as little noise as possible.
       
      "That's what we tell everyone, sure." The Elder's mannerisms don't change but yet he somehow sounds more serious. "But that's simply one of the outcomes that our final goal will accomplish."
       
      The Elder stared at him intently, making sure he was listening and then continued. "What is the one thing that everyone wants, regardless of who they are? It's something so damn basic and yet... so fleeting, much like the beauty of the garden before you."
       
      "I suppose it'd be... happiness?" The young man clearly didn't understand the question, since The Elder looks at him with a disapproving expression. It takes everything he has to not jitter violently from his pulsing nerves and racing heart.
       
      "Again with the basic bitch of an answer." The Elder sighs again. "I suppose it's not your fault, you have such a limited perspective after all."
       
      He pauses for about a minute while still aimlessly wandering around. He waters some of the plants and briefly checks on them, almost as if he's deliberately raising the tension in the room.
       
      "You feel that?" The Elder's charismatic aura is gone. "Does it please you? Of course not."
       
      The new recruit was even more confused, until he realized just how agonizingly uncomfortable he was. He nodded almost involuntarily and kept his head down.
       
      Yet more brief time passes. The greenhorn soldier swears that they've gone around the small warehouse multiple times but he dare not speak until The Elder did, not again.
       
      "You've realized it yourself now." The Elder smiled softly again. "Comfort. That is the truest and most pure desire of anyone who has gained this... curse of consciousness."
       
      He approached the young man, while asking him to raise his head.
       
      "Do you have it within you to aid me in achieving this goal or are you going to betray me one day?" The self proclaimed god's gaze was so intense that the boy felt so small by comparison.
       
      "I am your loyal servant. My life is yours." Somehow he stood his ground.
       
      "Well yes I suppose you would be." The Elder began to chuckle lightly. "You're not an idiot after all."
       
      The soldier smiled for probably the first time since meeting The Elder. A grin which lasted a mere moment and yet...
       
      "Sorry but I don't need another dog."
       
      The young man's vocal cords suddenly felt heavy and he wasn't sure he'd even be able to speak.
       
      "I need wolves."
       
      The young man couldn't even scream as his feet were held in place and his skin began to turn into wood rapidly. His fingertips began to dry out and crack yet not a drop of blood was spilled.
       
      "You need not worry though, you have the honor of being ridden of the curse of life from someone such as me."
       
      His entire body flared with intense pain as roots and sprouted leaves began to crawl out of every orifice of his masculine frame. He soon lost his sight but could still hear just fine, the sound of an ever growing weald shifted and sprung like caustic worms within him. They would be the last song he would ever listen to.
       
      "My flora will be fertilized by your leftovers and you will finally achieve a state of blissful non-existence."
       
      He could feel several stabs of his organs being torn apart from the inside out as his bones cracked and crumbled. He couldn't even scream in agony despite being in a state of absolute hell. The Last thing he experienced was an immense pressure on his skull, before he completely faded away.
       
      The Elder looked at the standing corpse before him before it started to disintegrate into ash.
       
      "What a god damn unpleasant experience that was." Now that The Elder was alone he began talking to himself. "He wasn't even worthy of becoming plant food. Shit. You've really got to stop saying that line and come up with something else, like for real. So lame."
       
      He continued muttering for a few minutes, before he calmly walked out of his well lit garden and into his hanger, where his personal black ship awaited him. He didn't speak to anyone else. Once he had taken off into space he refused to look back as the space station, where he lived out hundreds of his years, self-destructed in a brilliant bluish green explosion.
       
      "Sorry lads but I can't have The Gray Dragoons finding this place, especially him." The Elder nearly sneered. "Can't have any more info on us leaking out. What a pain in the fucking ass."
       
      "I really am going to miss that conservatory though..."
       
      ~~Elsewhere in the Galaxy~~
       
      A blaring and overpowering alarm swept through the entire vessel. The sole Creator onboard didn't even have the time to be irritated by it, as It was the first time he heard it on this ship. This distress signal meant one thing and one thing only. Something, somewhere must have gone horribly wrong and The Council was contacting him to inform him of an emergency situation.
       
      His hair was unkempt and his dress shirt went unbuttoned, he didn't have a moment to make himself look presentable. As quickly as he could, he sprinted to the comm relay in the back of his craft and turned it on. A man adorned in red robes with long black hair looked at him sternly, like a parent about to discipline their child. However, The Creator knew that The Archdeacon's harsh glare wasn't directed towards him, not this time.
       
      "Father, we have a problem." The Archdeacon said clearly. "Come to The Citadel with your Reapers immediately. Your life is in danger."
       
      "What's happened?" Father spoke anxiously and genuinely, there was no hiding their true emotions from each other, not now.
       
      "The Baron has been killed. The Gray Dragoons have revealed themselves... and we have nowhere reliable to run this time. We must fight and purge them from this galaxy once and for all. Justice shall finally come to these fucking traitors."
       
      "How? When?" Father was stunned. His mind was racing more so than usual which was very rare.
       
      "About eighty hours ago." The Archdeacon shows a still frame from a video on screen. The two men knew instantly who they were looking at.
       


       
      The Baron. A... shall we say fairly rounded man was staring down a brutish and massively buff looking bull anthro, who was standing below him on a stone bridge. They were surrounded by flames and a mostly obliterated undead legion, The Baron didn't like to keep company with the living. At his back a huge castle was erected, carved from white stone that was now mostly in ruins.
       
      "Ozaj..." Father's lips trembled, it really was him. "Shit."
       
      The Archdeacon started the video and almost immediately The Baron began to speak.
       
      "So... the miserable gutter rat has finally come out of his shitty hole?" He taunted. "Pathetic worm. I shall deal with you here and now."
       
      Ozaj pointed straight at the obese sultan and loudly bellowed. "Your reign of terror is at an end... Baron. The poor innocent souls that you've mistreated shall finally be set free."
       
      "Come at me then!"
       
      Ozaj ran up the stairs and closed the nearly fifty foot gap between them in an instant. He threw a flurry of thirty to forty punches per second and despite The Baron's appearance he was moving just as swiftly as Ozaj was. Each blow that these superpowered men exchanged was easily powerful enough to bring down a skyscraper that you'd find on Earth, maybe even stronger.
       
      They both yelled furiously as multiple sonic booms tore through the atmosphere, shifting and bending the very landscape around them as they dashed and flew around the battlefield. Ozaj was slammed through dozens of trees in a nearby forest because of one hit that he failed to block, while The Baron was blown through his castle with another. The Baron sent a ray of fire towards Ozaj just as he expelled a beam of bright lightning. These unfathomable powers clashed midair and cancelled each other out with a massive colorful explosion and neither participant seemed worse for wear for it.
       
      Mere minutes after their fight had started, they weren't slowing down, if anything their spar became even more furious than before. Neither of them were letting up and to an outside observer it seemed like they were evenly matched. They were starting to breathe heavier and sweat profusely but aside from that they showed no signs of fatigue.
       
      The fight carried on, through mountains and valleys and forests and swamps, until they both looped back to the ruined castle grounds once again. Ozaj managed to land three crushing blows that were infused with yellow lightning soon after, causing The Baron to slam vertically into his already toppled keep and presumably through the deep ground. This sent out a massive catalyst of debris all around him before the camera stopped.
       
      "That was the last transmission from his security network. Two of my most trusted disciples went to his planet and found nothing but a massive crater at his former home, with The Baron's headless corpse smackdab in the middle of it." The Archdeacon explained.
       
      "Why wasn't I informed earlier?" Father looked angry but The Archdeacon didn't care.
       
      "I informed The Council first. You're the first Creator I've contacted outside of us, be thankful. I had to confirm what happened for myself, we only received the video nineteen hours ago."
       
      Father hadn't felt these emotions in a long time. Fury flowed in his veins, along with primal fear... and the knowledge of an opportunity. This war would make or break them, sure. But this was also the perfect chance to show that his Reapers were the ultimate loyal soldier. Maybe he wouldn't have to kill the foolish Council after all. And if he could win the war with his enemy Creators and Gray Dragoons dead it would be the perfect outcome.
       
      He felt as though the universe was offering him a hand, something which hadn't happened in ages. Not since-
       
      "My investigators found that The Baron had files on almost every Creator. We can't be certain that Ozaj doesn't have them now. Honestly it feels as though The Baron was scheming on his own with someone outside of our knowledge but we obviously will never know now."
       
      "So Ozaj knows that I'm here? On Earth?" Father's facial expression immediately shifted.
       
      "Possibly. Again get to The Citadel, bring as many of your artificial bodyguards with you as you want. We don't have time to argue."
       
      With that, The Archdeacon ended the transmission. Even though Father was worried sick he couldn't help but smile and laugh as he sat down for a moment and downed a quick shot of a bourbon-like beverage. What he felt at that moment no one could know.
       
      "Ozaj..." His tone was one of great contempt but also sorrow. "Welcome home... Brother. I'll send you to hell myself."
       
      A handful of minutes later, just as Father was leaving his ship and setting out to gather his Reaper fledglings, he heard another alarm. However this one was automated... and common.
       
      "Warning! Unidentified object approaching! Calculating..." His vessel's AI chirped.
       
      But before he could really react, he looked up towards the morning sun and saw someone flying through the clouds, with a sparking yellow trail left behind him.
       
      Father didn't even have time to curse before the assailant easily blew through his personal vessel and it crashed into the megastructure below them...
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