THE PERKS OF PMS — A FERAL USER manual INTRODUCTION: WELCOME TO THE TEMPORARY MONSTER UPGRADE PMS is not a weakness. It’s not a curse. It’s not “that time of the month.” PMS is a limited-edition feral buff where your body activates a version of you that could: lift a car, destroy a kingdom, burn a timeline, cry while doing taxes, sense a lie through three walls, and rebuild your entire identity in 48 hours. Your hormones basically say: “We’re rebooting the system. Hold still while we burn everything unnecessary.” Which is funny, because men call this an overreaction, but

Fitness Saved My Attitude. Rage Built My Strength. There are two wolves inside me: one is tired, and the other is raging through a set of deadlifts with pre-workout foaming at the mouth. Guess which one wins every morning? Exactly. People always say, “Wow, you’re so dedicated,” as if dedication is the reason I show up to the gym. Please. I don’t train because I’m healthy. I train because rage needs somewhere to go and punching civilians is frowned upon in most social settings.     1. I Don’t Work Out for Aesthetics — I Work Out So I Don’t

I’m Not Too Much — You’re Under-Built   There’s a special kind of silence that happens right after someone tells you, “Wow… you’re a lot.” It’s not admiration. It’s not awe. It’s the kind of silence where they’re trying to figure out if they should be impressed or intimidated, and they usually pick the wrong one. Over in the corner, Lawless is already rolling her eyes so hard her skull nearly cracks. She mutters, loud enough for the dead to hear: “Or maybe they’re just built like soggy bread.” This is why she’s not allowed in diplomacy meetings. People have