The last part of the Conatapost is six pages long. It is now past 2 AM. I feel like I just wrote the aftermath of a nuke with the realta crap. And I've been to the Hiroshima museum before, so that's fun.

I'mma edit tomorrow, make summaries, and then dump this pile of hurt onto you all with no regrets.

Damn worldwide events developing my character before she's even grown up yet.