I agree that there are gaps in the stories.
Chins herself doesn't have Clue One as to what day it is today anymore: Gorges on UberEats/doses massive quantities of edibles, shrooms, misc. drugs/flops into bed/gunts-up to polish off bedroom leftovers/collapses onto llama/wakes up and grabs dirty dress off floor/bolts to the trap house/throttles by fast-food drive-thru/gunts grub/passes-out whenever...
...she has to ask her chatards "What day is this?" alla-time.
Hence, the recent flashing of the October "event calendar" (like that's going to help.) As she once said on an abandoned channel header "Dreaming
is a form of planning." Or, in other words, "Here's a calendar teasing things I'm going to disappoint my
paying members with by
not doing."
Probably the main reason her chatards are still hanging on, and "privileged" with paying a monthly membership fee to be abused by Chins, is because her chat is the place where these misfits first found each other and have a herd of identically fucked-up mopes to yammer away with...
...AND! because Chins streams nearly 24/7, no matter what time a VIB (Victimized Inmate of Bedlam) signs-on, that hugbox they're hooked on is probably "Open for Beezness."
They're paying a monthly tithe to be lied to, sharted-on, blocked, chastised, ignored, and stripped of their last vestigial shreds of dignity by a heifer-chimping, half-naked, wholly-narcissistic, gross guntdemon.
Although...to truly be free, they'd have to give up that rush they get from the occasional screeching personal parasocial recognition from a(n in)famous" YooToober...yanno, that hoped-for shout-out in Chins' rat-faced roll-call: "Hi, Marissa! Hi, Plain Cheeseburger! Hi, AdNauseam!" etc.
If these Tweedledumbs had some other place for their idjit frens chatter, one that's open around-the-clock, they should bail on Chins. If they only had the ability to be schooled in or figure out the "Basics of Social Media 101: Creating a Free Online Community."
Too bad most of them are so exceedingly tech-tarded they couldn't get acclimated to, navigate, and actually use the Discord someone set up a while ago for the Gaggle of Gunt Groupies. These boomer-weens should boob-wean off Chins' toxic teats.
You'd think they'd have gotten the message loud and clear when even KarateJoe peaced-out at paying the Pee-Fingered Piper.
Bitches could be bailing and ballin'...and (with alla munny they'd save on VIB memberships) they could be buying sum bitchin' Kiwi merch...