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Volume 039: "A TALKING BEE, A DRUGGED CHILD, AND VERY RELAXED PARENTS" - below
Volume 1567: "Feminised fish in packed districts: are men committing fewer crimes?"  [Link]
Volume 1568: "Special Edition: Begging on the Rise Across the City" [Link]

Volume 1569 (new) : "Special Edition: Eclipse Plunges Torn City Into Darkness - Nobody Can Tell Where To Punch Anymore " [Link]

 

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The Dumpster Oracle

Section: Miscellaneous Events & Other Disasters

 

A TALKING BEE, A DRUGGED CHILD, AND VERY RELAXED PARENTS

By our field reporter, paid in Italian erotic DVDs

 

"I gave morphine to the black bee and he called me dad. I think he had a rough childhood… or I have a secret child. Either way, it’s a problem."

Testimony from an anonymous whale

 

Torn Dump - 06:42 AM

 

An unusual incident, even by Torn City standards, was reported early this morning at the municipal dump. A five‑year‑old child was seen capturing a black bee in a cracked jar, then offering it a lollipop found on site.

 

According to witnesses (mostly unionized rats), the bee demanded its release using a buzzing dialect not yet documented by local linguists.

 

[image: i.postimg.cc]

Illustrator (Dumpster Oracle)

The Child and the bee at the dump.

 

Even more surprising, according to these same witnesses, was that the lollipop was perfectly edible. Let us thank [insert advertising name here for only $100,000!] for providing the finest lollipops in this city.

The child, identified only as [***** **** **********], reportedly said: “I think I took mom’s LSD.”

 

Health authorities confirm that this sentence has become the unofficial motto of the stumbling junkies who frequent the dump.

 

An Unprecedented Diplomatic Exchange

 

After a brief negotiation, the child released the bee, which then allegedly assigned him a name “for services rendered.” We remind readers that insect‑assigned names are not yet recognized by City Hall but may be if enough citizens sign the petition currently circulating.

 

The bee, described as “black, jittery, and probably more sober than the child,” reportedly declared:

 

“You shall walk among men bearing my name.”

 

Toxicology experts believe this statement is either a sign of advanced intelligence or a mutation caused by irradiated blood, both hypotheses considered “plausible” by Torn’s scientific committee.

 

Discovery of Two Very Relaxed Parents

 

Shortly after the incident, the newly named BeeBlack was seen leaving the dump toward the port, after waving goodbye to his parents lying on the ground with frozen smiles.

 

Emergency services confirmed that the parents were:

 

“In a state of extreme relaxation, resulting in an indefinite cessation of bodily functions.”

 

According to municipal archives, this is likely due to the joy of raising one of Torn City’s rare children.

 

The bee reportedly reassured the child by saying:

 

“They’re very happy. Let them sleep.”

 

We remind readers that medical advice given by insects should not be followed without consulting a professional who has at least completed an introductory biology course.

 

A Promising Future

 

BeeBlack was later seen running toward the port, carrying a packet of unidentified pills. Witnesses said he appeared “enthusiastic, energetic, and dangerously optimistic.”

 

Local authorities announced they would “monitor the situation from afar,” which is standard procedure.

 

Does LSD Allow You to Talk to Bees?

 

Curious as always, our editorial team contacted the university to ask whether similar cases of children taking LSD and speaking to bees had been reported in recent decades.

 

According to Professor Douglas Mcmacburger:

 

“The increased use of stimulants by children whose brains are still developing creates a surprising mutation of the AVPR1a and LRRN1 genes, which enhances cognitive and emotional empathy. Although this does not significantly explain the transformation of buzzing into understandable words during hallucinatory phases, this discovery highlights an adaptive mutation in the city’s children, likely compensating for a lack of parental affection. Longitudinal studies are underway; we will have results in 20 years.”

 

Being a serious newspaper, we also asked him for the figures on infant drug consumption and the number of children speaking to black bees (cf. Fig.1).

 

[image: i.postimg.cc]

Fig.1

Correlation between the number of children under 8 consuming LSD and cases of inter‑species communication over the past 8 months

 

Curious as always, our editorial team notes the trend lines above track each other with unsettling precision, a correlation the university has declined to call causation, on the record.

 

Torn City surprises us every day. Some say the city is cursed. Others say it’s alive. But one thing is certain: When a bee starts naming children, the day is going to be long. And when it’s long, it’s productive. And productivity is the lifeblood of our city’s war machine.

 

The Dumpster Oracle Editorial Team

Mentions: The Dumpster Oracle ( Journal to be edited)

BeeBlack [4395921]

[image: www.hebergeur-image.fr]

 

The Dumpster Oracle

Section: Miscellaneous Events & Other Disasters


Jul 15, 2026 ; Issue 1567


Feminised fish in packed districts: are men committing fewer crimes?

By the Dumpster Oracle Editorial Team, paid in antidepressants

 

“If I’d known peeing spread femininity, I would’ve done it sooner!”

An anonymous feminist, probably wearing fishing boots

 

Torn City - 20:42

 

The headline may sound like a tasteless joke, yet in Torn, fish truly are becoming more feminine. Not because they joined a progressive movement to impress lady-tunas by calling themselves “emotionally deconstructed,” but because they swim in a hormonal cocktail worthy of an aquatic soap opera.

 

The culprits? Estrogenic compounds and other endocrine disruptors, molecules that turn males into females faster than a speech on gender parity. The results are unmistakable: ovocytes in male gonads, elevated vitellogenin, and sex ratios tipping dangerously toward “Madams.”

 

 

Field Sketch

Lazy Illustrator(Dumpster Oracle) ’s own rendering of the sewer outfall where the affected fish were sampled.

 

A 2018 review (Matthiessen et al.) concluded that estrogens from wastewater, especially ethinylestradiol, have massive effects on fish populations. In other words, Torn’s sewers do more for gender transition than local activist groups.

 

The Sewers: Torn’s New Experimental Biology Labs

 

The strongest evidence comes from sites receiving urban effluents. In the Grand River, upgrading a wastewater treatment plant reduced intersex incidence from 70-100% down to under 10%. A reminder that a good filter saves more testicles than public morality ever did.

 

Conversely, a British study (Baynes et al., 2023) found that 60% of rivers remain affected, with vitellogenin levels worthy of a hormonal spa. In short, British fish are still more feminine than their politicians.

 

And What About Humans?

 

Worried about turning into women or suddenly eating quinoa while growing a mustache and wearing cargo shorts, we contacted the City University.

 

Fortunately, no solid evidence shows that drinking Torn water transforms men into eco-feminist activists.

 

According to Professor Fancy Furry, expert in toxicology and sarcasm:

 

“There is an association with male reproductive issues -- infertility, poor sperm quality, and effects ranging from testicular development to sperm production. But nothing proves Torn’s water shrinks gonads. You can keep drinking beer without fearing sterility, while remaining idiots.”

 

 

Crime Drops (Temporarily)

 

On Wednesday, July 15th at 5:15 PM TCT, Torn experienced a massive drop in crime. Our team sought answers: hormonal mutation? mystical delirium? municipal miracle?

 

City Hall confirmed that everyone was standing in line to hit a piñata. Yes, a piñata. A therapeutic event meant to channel citizen rage into festive stick-swinging.

 

Piñata: New Behavioral Therapy or Municipal Conspiracy?

 

On site, protest signs bloomed:

 

“We have the right to hit the piñata too! I was here on time!”

 

Flower and teddy-bear dealers, visibly frustrated, testified:

 

“Terrible business… I ran to hit it, but the line was so long that by the time I got there, it was already destroyed. I hate lines.” “Yeah, I should’ve just beaten Tiny with a trout instead.”

 

Scene Reconstruction

Illustrator(Dumpster Oracle)’s own rendering of the piñata riot at its peak.

 

The result: an explosion of anger twenty minutes later. The piñata, meant to soothe tensions, triggered a surge in criminal activity, proving once again that Torn’s popular psychology remains consistent: hitting a colorful object is no substitute for a proper brawl.

 

The Dumpster Oracle editorial team is relieved to learn that estrogens do not affect violence or human gonad size. Our city will therefore remain a fertile ground for crime, questionable reproduction, and easy money hoarding.

 

However, several local companies have decided to dump more irradiated waste to counteract the calming effect of estrogens. A classic Torn ecological gesture: balancing nature by destroying it.

 

We will closely monitor the quota of female fish, to ensure aquatic parity doesn’t become a political scandal. Here in Torn, equality is measured in liters of sludge and swings of a stick, and the Dumpster Oracle will be there to measure both.

 

Sources :

 

  1. Baynes, A., Lange, A., Beresford, N., Bryden, E., Whitlock, K., Tyler, C. R., & Jobling, S. (2023). Endocrine Disruption Is Reduced but Still Widespread in Wild Roach (Rutilus rutilus) Living in English Rivers. Environmental Science & Technology, 57(34), 12632–12641.
  2. Matthiessen, P., Wheeler, J. R., & Weltje, L. (2018). A review of the evidence for endocrine disrupting effects of current-use chemicals on wildlife populations. Critical Reviews in Toxicology, 48(3), 195–216.

 

The Dumpster Oracle Editorial Team

 

“No animals were harmed in the making of this article"

 

BeeBlack [4395921]

[image: www.image-heberg.fr]

 

The Dumpster Oracle

Section: Miscellaneous Events & Other Disasters

 


Jul 16, 2026 ; Issue 1568


 

Special Edition: Begging on the Rise Across the City

 

By BeeBlack, with contributions from the chronically underpaid editorial team

 

Torn City - 20:10

 

 

 

“If someone calls you brother, check your pockets.” - The Dumpster Oracle, editorial motto

 

 

Phenomenon: the sugar-coated exploitation of relationships

 

For several weeks now, Torn City has been facing a phenomenon as unexpected as it is sticky: an explosion of dripping correspondence overflowing with compliments, forced affection, and “express brotherhood,” sent by citizens whose wallets are as empty as their dignity.

Inboxes are overflowing with vanilla-scented messages, factions are turning into tea parlors, and the streets reek of adulterated sugar. The Dumpster Oracle investigated.

 


Field Photo

The Dumpster Oracle newsroom, moments after opening this week’s mail.

 

A Phenomenon Growing Ever More Sophisticated

 

City experts (all previously fired for fraud, but rehired for lack of better options) have identified a new survival strategy: 

 

“Compliment first, ask for money later.”

 

This technique, dubbed the empty toss, involves calling someone “brother,” “buddy,” “ride or die,” “soulmate,” or simply claiming to be “new,” right before asking for a loan, a rare item, or a favor that will never be repaid.

 

The first documented cases show a troubling correlation: the sweeter the message, the higher the debt requested. The debt piles up over time, propped up by excuses like “you know me,” “Duke took everything from me,” and “you can trust me, I just lost it all at the casino.”

 

The Birth of the Sugar Suckers Gang

 

A structured group quickly emerged: the Sugar Suckers Gang, a faction specializing in emotional begging. Their modus operandi:

 

  • compliment the target for several lines,
  • join the victim’s faction,
  • invoke an “eternal brotherhood,”
  • ask for a loan “just to tide them over,”
  • vanish until the next jackpot.

 

Their leader, HoneyTrap (a borrowed name, presumably), became infamous for her fourteen-line messages before asking for 25 million “for a little project, for the good of the faction.”

 

 

Sugar Suckers Gang

Submitted anonymously by a faction accountant who wishes to remain unpaid.

 

The Victims Multiply

 

Testimonies keep pouring into the Dumpster Oracle’s offices. Emotional begging has spread across factions, hospitals, and even Torn City’s jail cells. One player reported receiving a begging message while serving a twelve-hour jail sentence.

 

“I was three hours into a hospital stay when I got a message calling me ‘the brother I never had.’ By the fourth paragraph he was asking for my entire flower shop inventory.” - Anonymous, hospitalized twice this month

 

“She joined my faction on a Tuesday, called me her soulmate by Thursday, and asked to borrow my armor by Friday. I never saw her or the armor again.” - Anonymous, faction recruiter

 

“I received a nine-hundred-word essay on brotherhood from someone I had never spoken to. It ended with a request for 15 million and, I quote, ‘anything you’ve got for my nerves.’” - Anonymous, casino regular

 

Aunt Torn: Her Correspondence Confirms the Phenomenon

 

Recently, Aunt Torn took the time to respond to the concerns of the more sensitive citizens among us, delivered with her usual razor-edged kindness.

 

Nonetheless, anonymous testimonies confirm the rise of begging across the city, and worse. These individuals, so far removed from our values, consider themselves victims. Victims! And on top of the sheer nerve it takes to beg, they keep the city’s tear machine running. Not honest tears, mind you, not tears of real pain. Tears distilled straight from their debts and their lack of willpower.

 

“[…] Put yourself in his boots. He loaned you some cash and before you’d paid back a penny you came knockin’ for another handful. That’s the kind of behavior that makes folks hide their wallet when they see you comin’. Ain’t you got no shame in y’all at all? Kids these days need to know what it feels like to have nothin’ and be grateful for it. Maybe we’re due another war to straighten you all out. […]” - Aunt Torn [Link]

 

Fortunately, Aunt Torn set things straight. The Dumpster Oracle’s editorial team would like to remind readers that Aunt Torn always has good advice for those who can actually read. Most beggars, as it happens, never do.

 

Sociological Analysis

 

After analyzing Aunt Torn’s correspondence, Dumpster Oracle experts identified a pattern: a corrosive feedback loop eating away at trust among the city’s most ambitious citizens (cf. Fig 1).

The City’s Begging Cycle

 

Fig. 1. The city’s begging cycle, reconstructed from Aunt Torn’s mailbag.

 

According to our calculations (performed on a bar napkin), 87% of compliments in Torn are motivated by a financial transaction, 10% come from people too naive to survive here, and the remaining 3% come from individuals of oddly genuine kindness (cf. Fig. 2).

 

Fig. 2. Sources of Compliments in Torn City

 

The Dumpster Oracle’s Recommendation

 

Faced with this invasion of sugar, the Dumpster Oracle issues a warning:

 

“If someone calls you to “help out”, check they don’t already owe you money. .”

 

Our paper also sought the counsel of Duke, the city’s best-known pawnbroker:

 

“Penelope has always had a knack for crushing people’s delusions of grandeur. If someone owes me money, I put them in the hospital. If that’s not enough, I go after their partner. And if it still isn’t enough, I put a bounty on their head. Nobody likes a bad payer, but everybody likes money.” - Duke, pawnbroker

How to Spot a Sugar Sucker

  • They call you “brother” before they know your username.
  • Their message is longer than your last faction announcement.
  • They mention drugs, the casino, or a “small project” within three sentences.
  • They join your faction the same day they message you.
  • The word “soulmate” appears before any actual conversation does.
  • They ask to borrow something you just posted about.
  • Their profile was created “for personal reasons.”
  • You feel flattered for exactly four seconds, then confused.

 

 

Correction: In our previous issue, our editorial team described the piñata incident as a “conspiracy”. After three additional legal proceedings, one brief hospitalisation, and a rather forceful letter from the town hall’s solicitor, we hereby retract that statement. Everything else we’ve published so far still stands.

Not Sponsored Notices

 

Duke’s Pawn & Loan - Fast cash, faster consequences. Ask about our “broken kneecap” installment plan. First compliment free. [link]

 

Aunt Torn’s Tough Love Hotline - Free advice for those who can read. Compliments not included. Tears not accepted as payment. [link]

 

Sugar-Free Living - A twelve-step support group for recovering Sucker victims. Meets Tuesdays behind the dumpster. Bring your own tissues. [link]

 

Happy Bounties - Help fund the litigation claim. From as little as 1 dollar  [link]

 

The Dumpster Oracle will keep counting compliments and calculating percentages on napkins, because someone in this city has to pretend it’s science. Until then: check your pockets before you check your heart.

 

Sources :

 

  1. Aunt Torn. (Jul 15, 2026). Dear Aunty Torn. [link]
  2. Duke (s.d). Verbal testimony, delivered while counting stacks of cash.
  3. Dumpster Oracle Statistics Office (2026). Compliment origin calculations, performed on a bar napkin, Torn City Tavern, 2026.

 

The Dumpster Oracle Editorial Team

 

“No brothers were harmed in the making of this article, though several wallets were”

 

© 2026 [The Dumpster Oracle]. All rights reserved.

Mentions: Torn's Shifting View on Scamming

BeeBlack [4395921]

The Dumpster Oracle

Section: Celestial Events & Other Catastrophe

 


Aug14, 2026 ; Issue 1569


 

 

Special Edition: Eclipse Plunges Torn City Into Darkness - Nobody Can Tell Where To Punch Anymore

 

 


 

By BeeBlack, with contributions from the chronically underpaid editorial team

 


 

Torn City ----- 14: 07

 

“I looked up at the sky to understand why I couldn’t see anything, and that’s when I realized I couldn’t see anything.”

 

- An eyewitness, ironically

 

A Fickle Star Paralyzes The City

 

This Wednesday, a total solar eclipse swept over Torn City without so much as a warning, plunging the population into a sudden, unwelcome orange gloom. The immediate result: thousands of citizens found themselves totally unable to punch anyone, lacking the visibility required to aim at a face, a wallet, or both, depending on personal habits.

 

Hospitals report a historic drop in admissions for “fist to the face, sustained mid-street,” while idle doctors were spotted playing cards in the hallways. A statistical feat some are calling “an accidental outbreak of social peace.”

 

Solar Eclipse

 

Cult Rituals: Summoning The Bomb In The Dark

 

Taking full advantage of the providential darkness, several previously low-key cult circles seized the moment to hold ceremonies right in the middle of downtown, guttural chanting and candles included, all in a declared attempt to “summon the ultimate nuclear bomb” supposedly needed to settle, once and for all, a three-day-old faction drama whose exact origin nobody can quite remember anymore.

 

Asked about the scientific plausibility of manifesting an atomic weapon via incantation, the group’s self-appointed high priest replied, with total sincerity: “We’ve never tried it during an eclipse before, so technically nothing proves it doesn’t work.”

 

Lacking enough candles for a ritual of this magnitude, the circle launched a crowdfunding campaign aimed at the whole of Torn City, asking for a tidy sum of 80 billion to bankroll a mass candle purchase. The fund, pitched as “a citizen investment in spiritual nuclear peace,” had reportedly already reached 60% of its goal by the end of the day, largely thanks to anonymous donations from citizens secretly hoping the bomb, once summoned, would also settle a few scores of their own.

 

"We just wanted the drama to stop. We didn’t think the most reasonable solution, at the time, would be a candlelit nuclear bomb summoning.”

- A circle member, anonymous, for obvious reasons

 

Blinded SHAT Pulls Off Heist Of The Century, By Accident

 

This is easily the most-discussed episode of the day: the SHAT faction, also fully blinded by the phenomenon, attempted to “feel its way toward the exit” of its headquarters and ended up, entirely unintentionally, relieving nearly every faction in Torn of their most valuable belongings.

 

According to several witnesses, SHAT members simply followed hands that weren’t theirs, pocketed whatever they touched, and offered polite apologies at every accidental contact - right before walking off with the contents of the vault.

 

 


 

Correction: A previous edition stated that SHAT had acted “with premeditation.” The editorial team apologizes: this was, in fact, a large-scale collective accident, not a Machiavellian plan. The distinction, we admit, is a thin one.

 


 

George The Homeless Guy: What If He Isn’t Actually Homeless?

 

On a completely different note, a lengthy investigation by our newsroom is calling into question the identity of George, the familiar figure everyone has seen sitting near the ATMs for years. According to several consistent sources, George is not, in fact, an unhoused citizen - but an artificial intelligence quietly developed by the city government.

 

His alleged mission: to sustain new citizens’ dependence on gambling by feeding them an entirely made-up theory that so-called “RNG merit” - the perceived luck behind the game’s random draws - accumulates like invisible currency.the more you win the lottery, spin the wheel, or pick up random items found around the city.

 

“You earn that RNG honor bar by doin' lucky stuff, like winnin' at a casino game, gettin' a rare drop, or hittin' the lottery. Once you get it filled up, you snag yourself a merit point. George told me that himself, and George never lies, it says so right on his cardboard sign.”

- A new citizen, broke but confident

 

Our reporters attempted to question George directly. His answer, unchanged for twelve years running, was: “Spare change for a veteran?” — which, according to the experts we consulted, is exactly the kind of looping response an underfunded AI would give when there’s no budget left for actual dialogue.

 


Telltale Signs (According To The Newsroom)

  • Never blinks during the eclipse
  • Hands out hyperlinks
  • Doesn’t want to make any money
  • Stays kind and helpful, no matter what
  • Always knows exactly what you’re doing
  • Smells like warm plastic, and never ages
  • Visibly reboots every night, but never sleeps
  • Has never, under any circumstances, been hungry

 


 

“Between an eclipse, a cult, an accidental heist, and a robotic homeless man, Torn City has never lived up to its dumpster reputation quite so thoroughly.”

 

- The Dumpster Oracle - Editorial Team

 


 

We never see it coming, but we report on it anyway.

 


 

Sources

 

  1. Eyewitness accounts, gathered blindly.
  2. Unconfirmed statements from the cult circle.
  3. George himself, quoted from memory since no real dialogue was possible.