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Story 1 related to LT Fox Vixen:

Sergeant Thompson's obsession began at eighteen, in the final year of high school. He discovered Squirrel and Hedgehog during a late-night binge of obscure animated shows, drawn to the intense, stylized animation and the dramatic storylines. Among the characters, LT Fox Vixen stood out: a fierce, loyal, and intelligent fox with amber eyes and a commanding presence. She became his hero, a figure he admired and adored.

As graduation approached, Thompson felt a growing discontent with his life. He craved purpose and adventure, qualities embodied by LT Fox Vixen. In a moment of misguided inspiration, he made a life-changing decision: he would join the US Army, believing that through military service, he would somehow find a way to meet LT Fox Vixen and hug her.

Thompson's family and friends were supportive, albeit confused by his sudden determination to enlist. Basic training was grueling, pushing him to his physical and mental limits. But through every obstacle, he clung to the thought of LT Fox Vixen, her image a constant source of motivation. He convinced himself that each step brought him closer to her.

After completing training, Thompson was deployed overseas. The harsh realities of war quickly shattered his romanticized notions of military life. The camaraderie among soldiers was real, but so were the horrors of combat. Despite the fear and violence, Thompson held onto his belief, writing letters to an imaginary LT Fox Vixen, describing his experiences and longing for the day they would meet.

His fellow soldiers noticed his fixation. They teased him at first, but their amusement turned to concern as Thompson's delusions deepened. He spoke openly about LT Fox Vixen, convinced that each mission brought him closer to her. In moments of intense stress, he would close his eyes and imagine her comforting presence, her amber eyes providing solace.

Thompson's commanding officers grew worried about his mental state. They arranged for him to see a military psychologist, who diagnosed him with a delusional disorder exacerbated by the trauma of combat. But Thompson resisted treatment, convinced that the psychologist didn't understand his connection to LT Fox Vixen.

One fateful night, during a particularly intense firefight, Thompson was severely injured. As he lay bleeding on the battlefield, his mind retreated to his fantasy. He imagined LT Fox Vixen by his side, her voice soothing him, telling him he had fought bravely and that they would be together soon.

In reality, his fellow soldiers desperately tried to save him, their voices filled with urgency and fear. But in Thompson's mind, he was at peace. He reached out, believing he was touching LT Fox Vixen's fur, feeling her warmth. "I knew I'd find you," he whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek.

Thompson's injuries were too severe. He died on the battlefield, his body surrounded by comrades but his mind lost in a tragic delusion. His fellow soldiers mourned him, baffled by the depth of his obsession and the cruel twist of fate that had led him to such an end.

The tragedy of Sergeant Thompson serves as a somber warning. His life, consumed by an unhealthy obsession, ended in heartbreak and delusion. It is a reminder of the dangers of losing oneself in fantasy, of clinging to illusions at the cost of real connections and rational decisions. Thompson's story is a powerful, tragic testament to the need for mental health awareness and the importance of facing reality, no matter how harsh it may seem.

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Story 3 related to Jade(THIS IS CANON TIMEZONE LORE!):

Flynn's obsession began innocently enough, as these things often do. He was a bright, imaginative child, lost in the worlds he created on paper. At 16 years old, he watched Arctic Dogs for the first time, a film that many dismissed as a flop. But for Flynn, it was transformative. Among the cast of characters, one stood out: Jade, a female fox with emerald eyes and a mischievous smile, oh and also a nice big butt. Jade became his escape from a world that often seemed cruel and indifferent.

School was a battleground. Flynn was smaller than most of the other boys, more inclined to draw in his sketchbook than to play sports. When his classmates discovered his love for Jade, the teasing began. It was relentless and cruel. They called him names, stole his drawings(and burn them), and shoot him with airsoft guns in the balls. But Flynn clung to Jade like a lifeline. She was his beacon of light in the darkness, his Jade.

By the time Flynn turned nineteen, he was a skilled cartoonist, his talent recognized by an animation studio. It was his dream job, a place where he could lose himself in his art. But his obsession with Jade grew stronger. He spoke about her as if she were real, drawing her endlessly, infusing her into every project he worked on. His coworkers noticed. They whispered behind his back, concerned and baffled by his fixation.

Flynn's superiors grew frustrated. They appreciated his talent but were disturbed by his inability to separate fantasy from reality. They warned him repeatedly, but Flynn couldn't help himself. Jade was his muse, his inspiration. Eventually, he realized. "you know, I need to just to this at home and actually focus, Heather doesnt mind it. but these jackasses do." in which he did. he would be working at the studio until well. TimeZone 1's plot begins where he falsely is fired for "drawing his wife". when in reality. he was fired for his safety, they wouldve let him work their, if it wasnt for the containment breach that was soon to happen way below in the studio.

But something to note is that Flynn was very aware of his love for Jade. he knew he liked her alot. in TimeZone. if you have a converstation with heather burnmann in the snowy missions or when you have a 1911 in hand. Flynn will mention how Heather reminds him so much of Jade because of the eyes and nice ass. in which heather laughs and says "My Arse is bigger than hers! and she had smaller boobs.".

Story 2 related to Fitna:
Mr WellMann's(not Flynn or henry) life took a tragic turn when he discovered The Donkey King, a Pakistani animated film. Though the movie was generally lighthearted, one character caught his attention: Fitna, the cunning and charismatic fox who played the villain. Her intelligence, charm, and complex nature fascinated him in a way he couldn't fully understand. Over time, his admiration for Fitna grew into an intense, consuming affection.

At first, WellMann's obsession was a private affair. He would rewatch the movie, focusing on Fitna's scenes, and he began to draw her, imagining conversations and scenarios where she was a guiding figure in his life. Fitna became a source of comfort, especially during difficult times. She reminded him of his late mother in ways that he couldn't articulate, and slowly, he began to think of Fitna as his mother, his protector.

But as WellMann's fixation deepened, his real-life relationships suffered. His wife, initially supportive of his interest in animation, grew increasingly concerned and then exasperated. She couldn't understand his emotional dependence on a cartoon character, and her attempts to reason with him only pushed them further apart. The breaking point came when WellMann began referring to Fitna as if she were real, a constant presence in their conversations. His wife, feeling neglected and alarmed by his behavior, left him, taking their children with her.

At work, WellMann's colleagues noticed changes too. Once a diligent and creative employee, he became distracted, often lost in thought or scribbling drawings of Fitna instead of focusing on his tasks. His obsession seeped into his professional life, affecting his performance. The final straw came when he tried to integrate Fitna into a major project, unable to separate his personal fascination from his work. His superiors, concerned for both his well-being and the project's integrity, had no choice but to let him go.

having to get another job, alone, and hated harshly by his family, WellMann's world collapsed. Friends distanced themselves, unable to comprehend his attachment to a fictional character. They mocked him behind his back, some even to his face, amplifying his sense of isolation. Online, the ridicule was relentless. Trolls created hate art depicting Fitna raped,tortured and also murdered violently, knowing it would torment him. Each piece of cruel art, each mocking comment, chipped away at his spirit.

WellMann's nights were plagued by disturbingly violent dreams, too detailed and horrific to recount. Fitna often appeared in these dreams as the victim, as a source of comfort and someone he wants to protect. These dreams left him exhausted and terrified, unable to find peace even in sleep. The line between solace and torment blurred, leaving him in a constant state of distress.

His days were filled with a profound sense of loss and emptiness. He would sit for hours in his rather clean apartment, staring at drawings of Fitna on his desk, trying to recapture the comfort she once brought him. But the more he clung to her image, the more acutely he felt the sting of her unreality. The knowledge that Fitna was just a cartoon fox, a figment of cartoons, it crushed him. He was painfully aware of the absurdity of his situation, yet he couldn't escape the emotional bond he had with Fitna.

One particularly cold, gray morning, WellMann found himself walking aimlessly through the city, passing by people who either didn't notice him or looked at him with disdain. He ended up at a park, sitting on a bench, clutching a worn sketch of Fitna. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered to the drawing, pouring out his grief, his loneliness, and his desperation.

In that moment, surrounded by the indifferent bustle of the city, WellMann realized the depth of his solitude. There was no Fitna to comfort him, no loving presence to hold him. He was utterly alone, rejected by those he once held dear, mocked by the world, and haunted by dreams he couldn't escape.

As the sun would rise more, casting long shadows across the park, WellMann sat in silence, the cold seeping into his bones. The weight of his obsession and the loss it had caused pressed down on him, a burden too heavy to bear. In the twilight, he was just a broken man, clinging to a fictional comfort in a world that had turned its back on him.

He got home and WellMann pulled out his Revolver, looking at the fox one more time and said "I love you. so much. Fitna. I love you." and he fired the shot. blood on the floor. he thought he was instantly dead. but wasn't. he realized this was stupid to try killing himself over the fox. and to try and move on. he dialed for medical help and got the help he needed. when he came back a few weeks later to his home from the hospital after shooting his leg. he sat down asking himself "Am I normal? what am I?" and then got mental help. he still loves Fitna. but he moves on.