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---Phoenix---
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---2681 Terran Calenda32 years BF---
The lid closes, sealing me into the coffin sized space.
I take a few moments to run a final diagnostic on my four artificial limbs. All returned values are nominal.
The parts of myself that I have to worry about are those still made of flesh.
The only sign that I’ve been accelerated to a whole number percentage of the speed of light is the slight shudder that the infiltration pod’s internal inertial dampeners are not able to compensate for and the vacuum light turning from green to red, indicating it’s not safe to exit.
My suit is sealed and pressurized around my organic head and torso, so it’s not as if I would suffocate… No… I’d just harmlessly splatter against the side of those monsters’ ship!
Not yet… I don’t give a damn about my worthless life but I do give a damn about making those scum pay for what they’ve done… So I can’t die yet… not until old Auntie Terra has seen a return on every last credit she’s invested in me!
I know what I am… I know what the Phoenix Brigade is…
Little more than suicide the long way around(!)
A home for the hopeless… a promise of the opportunity for some satisfaction before death.
Is it ethical… hell no!
Am I going to take every advantage of it… hell yes!
The light turns green and, a twentieth of a second later, the lid is blasted from my pod and me a long with it.
I’m thrown a full 17ft in the air and, once I’ve judge that I don’t need to brace myself against impact with the ceiling, I turn my attention downward.
The idiot xenos still have their ugly faces turned to the 8ft long missile that just crashed into their gun deck and not at the 6’7’’’s worth of black, durasteel death that just burst from it.
None of them are close enough for me to hit on the way down but I’m able to calculate exactly which direction I need to dash when I hit the ground.
I touch down and the ten retractable claws on my synthetic legs rip through the flimsy metal of the floor as I bound toward the largest and closest xeno here.
Its chest has the consistency of butter as I plunge the durasteel claws of my flattened right hand through it, point first.
The xeno sack of shit (I’d guess to be no more than 300lb, despite looking like it should weigh more than a ton) hits the deck and I’m already decapitating the one next to him with the edge of my palm.
The next one at least has time to draw its kinetic pistol before my fist punches a six inch hole in its weak plastic chest plate.
The final two scream, uselessly, as I surge towards them on all fours then smash their heads into eachother, silencing them.
I cast around, scanning for any hostiles I missed. Finding none, I shorten my legs and lengthen my arms to suit quadrupedal locomotion better before flying from the room.
My mechanical arms and legs are well within their tolerances as their claws tear into the deck for traction.
The same can’t be said for my organic hip and shoulder joints which are screaming protest at me for subjecting them to this much strain.
“Alkawa! Tarra na!” shouts a gardenworlder in a language my helmet can’t decode for me.
Its friend looks at it instead of me, an opening that I exploit to turn its head into a splatter pattern on the wall.
The one who noticed me has a quarter of a second to scream before I kick it to the ground and sever its head with a stomp to its neck.
I continue sprinting through the halls of the flagship that’s currently locked in battle with the dreadnought I was just shot from, about half a lightminute away.
My plasmadaggers stay in the compartments in my thigh cavities.
As much as they are useful tools for cutting through thick doors and the like, they have a major drawback when used against organic matter in confined spaces; the steam they generate hampers visibility.
Plus, their hardly more effective than just using my clawed hands!
Wherever I come across one of the monsters, I dispatch it with ruthless efficiency.
The sympathy that the rest of Terra squanders on these wastes of life is utterly infuriating to me!
But… they aren’t here… and I am!
These scum will see no sympathy from me!
I know that I’m approaching the Bridge from the map my helmet is feeding me when I round a corner and am confronted with a hastily erected barricade.
I dive back behind cover as a volley of kinetic and laser fire is levelled at me.
The wall panel behind where I was standing is crumpled and scorched by the barrage, though, given the overall quality of xeno construction, that doesn’t necessarily mean much!
I activate a miniaturized camera in my left index finger and slide just that finger around the corner.
The feed is displayed on the inside of my helmet and allows me to examine the fortification I’m about to assault.
It’s about 50ft away, down the hall, and made of what looks like office furniture.
The lip is around 10ft from the ground with a dozen or so xeno heads and weapons poking out over the top.
It takes me 1.4 seconds to choose a route of best approach from those my helmet suggests, deactivate my fingercam and break from cover.
I tear down the hall at a speed no one could ever match using biological limbs.
I’m obviously not fast enough to dodge lasers or kinetic pulses… but I don’t actually need to be… All I need to do is move my body out of the way faster than those moronic xenos can aim their guns!
I’m still hit a few times but it doesn’t do much more than buffet my body a little and make a few scorch marks in my armor.
When I’m practically point blank, I launch my self into the air.
Even though I have more than enough power to clear the top of the barricade in this weak gravity, I intentionally aim to clip the top of it with my body, my judgment being that flimsy xeno office furniture won’t stand up to the momentum of 500lbs of man and durasteel and that the impact will likely produce a blast of shrapnel like pieces that will eliminate some of the work of putting these fuckers down.
My gamble pays off.
The one standing nearest catches a shard in the neck and falls.
Three more are hit in less vital areas that will still be partially incapacitating.
Crossfire kills as many as I do over the next few seconds until the ones left have the sense to draw their swords.
A tall one brings a screaming edge down on me but my hand shoots up to catch its wrist, uses its blade to parry the blow following from the other side, a fifth of a second after, and kill two more who happened to be standing close enough before folding the big one’s arm back on itself, impaling it on its own weapon.
Discipline breaks and the remaining ones begin scrambling to get away… None of them do…
Dropping the head of the last of the barricade force onto the ground, I shorten my arms and extend my legs, making my way through the thick clouds of steam to the door of the Bridge.
It doesn’t open for me, obviously (even xenos aren’t that stupid) but, by the method of stabbing my claws into the seal, I’m able to gain enough purchase to leverage my enormous mechanical strength to force it open.
As I do I hear a round of pulse fire and enter the room to see the second to last of the Bridge crew slumping into its chair, its head reduced to pulp.
The only xeno left in the room, who neither died on the barricade nor spared me the effort by doing the job for me, is a 15ft tall, white furred, six legged creature that looks like a giraffe.
It’s four empty hands are raised up with the palms facing me.
“We surrender, Terran! We surrender!!!” It pleads in a language that’s been decoded enough that my helmet can translate it for me “There is no need-Aaaaagh!”
It screams as I close my fist and swing a right hook into its left clavicle.
I only hit it with enough force to crack the bone and bring out a bright goldenrod color bruise but, from the way the impact buckles its body, its spindly left foreleg very clearly breaks as well!
8ft of neck pass me by as the creature falls to the ground.
When its head is around a foot above mine, my left hand shoots up to grab one of its ossicone horns.
Suspending its head level with mine, I speak “Surrender?! You want to surrender!?!?!?… Don’t make me laugh!… Did my wife get the chance to surrender?! Did my daughter?”
I’ll give this giraffe thing credit: It’s braver than most who find themselves in its position. It hasn’t evacuated it’s bowels or bladder (or equivalents) that I can see and, while it’s clearly terrified and in agony, it’s still able to answer “I… would guess not… Though I couldn’t say for certain without knowing where they served…”
“Where they served…? Where they served?!?!?!… Oh, let me tell you where they ‘served’! My wife served as a technician at Clear Smiles Dental Office!… My daughter served as a fucking KINDERGARTNER at Blue Spruce Nursery in New Aspen! Her name was Sophie! She was six! She liked to fingerpaint!… New Colorado had barely heard the War had been declared when you showed up to rain fire down on our cities…!”
“Sir… You have the wrong man… I have never been to New Colorado and did not participate in its decimation!” the giraffe thing interrupts.
“And yet HERE you stood!!!” I scream “Until moments ago you stood here, commanding a fleet fighting for the proposition that Terrans have lost our existing privileges for nothing more than being frightening to you!!! You commanded forces dedicated to the genocide of MY people! You wear this uniform… and you claim innocence!?… As far as I can see, every single xeno in this fleet is just as guilty for what happened to my home as if they did the deed themselves!!!”
“I’m only doing what I’ve been told! I would have been shot for cowardice if I had refused!” bleats the creature.
“Ah… so… you were only following orders…(?)” I hiss, causing it to obviously realize that it said the wrong thing “…the last, desperate defense of every evil being ever confronted with their crimes!” my visor retracts, revealing a burned, mutilated face “Orders did this to me!… Your orders cost me my arms, my legs, my city, my friends, my family, my LIFE!… Do you have any idea what that’s like!?”
“I… don’t…” admits the thing.
“Is that so…? Well then, allow me to give you a taste of it!” I say, my visor closing.
Dragging him by his ossicone, I stride to the panel in the center of the room. He whines protests and questions but I’m not listening.
I identify the port that I’m looking for and a cylindrical plug extends from the heel of my hand.
I jam it into the port and a moment later a computerized voice plays that my helmet is able to translate as saying “New Commander recognized.”
I look to the creature who’s command I just usurped for his reaction.
Confused is my guess…
I drag it to the bowward window and hold its head so it can see what’s about to happen.
“Computer; Target all Galactic Union ships in range!” I command.
Over the translated pleading and begging of the giraffe thing who seems now to realise his situation, I am able to discern the computer saying “Commander; that has been flagged as an action that bears significant tactical disadvan…”
“Override! Target all GU ships!!!” I interrupt.
“All ships targeted, Commander.” announces the computer, its tone neutral, while the thing that’s horn I’m holding frantically and futilely attempts to countermand me.
“FIRE!!!” I scream.
The xeno shields (the only thing that allows them to stand up to our barrages) are all concentrated forward, so their flanks are entirely exposed to their own flagship.
The thing weeps as space is illuminated with the burning ships of its comrades.
---2714 Terran Calenda1 year AF---
My durasteel claws gouge marks into the stones beneath my feet as I watch my marks walking, 100ft below me.
Though they are heavily guarded, none of their guards are armed.
Carrying weapons on the xeno capital world is strictly against their laws.
An advantage of operating outside the law is that I can carry weapons!
‘The Terran representative to the xeno parliament and the half sister of the arch traitor will be nice little feathers in my cap!’ I think to myself, as I leap from the edge.
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Dramatis Personae

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/11wsvvs/i_was_a_911_operator_i_still_remember_the_call/
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As we walked past the pile of corpses stacked like cordwood in a pile twenty feet high, the wind seemed to pick up. The smell of feces, urine, rot and rancid sweat emanated from the pile of bodies, nearly making me throw up. My son Anthony and my wife Margaret both tried to hide their faces in the crook of their elbows, their skin looking pale and all too white. I heard my little boy suppress a small retch, bending over as the smell grew stronger for a few moments. Then we were walking away, and though it was still terrible, the smell started to fade after a few hundred feet.
I had driven on this road out of town hundreds of times in my life, and yet I realized I didn’t recognize my surroundings. Furrowing my brow, I looked around. The pavement in front of us had turned white. I saw tiny bones placed closely together, forming the streets.
The trees had also changed. They looked like weeping willows, but instead of long strands of leaves hanging down, they had what looked like intestines and long strands of bloody hair blowing softly in the breeze, moving from side to side. As we drew closer, I realized thousands and thousands of maggots and other larvae swarmed in their otherworldly branches. The concerted motion of so many insects gave them a shimmering, vibrating quality. There was a sound like high-pitched crying that came out of the forests, and as I looked closer, I realized these sounds were coming from the trees themselves.
“Where are we?” my wife asked, her eyes wide, her body trembling. My heart beat so fast I could no longer differentiate the separate beats. They all slammed together in a concerted frenzy as I realized we had walked right out of our world and into the world of the monstrous corpse girl and her insane god that my son had told me about.
“She told me they call it Golgotha,” my son whispered, “the place of the skulls.”
“But how did we get here?” I asked. “And more importantly, how do we get out? Can we just turn around?” I looked back down the road and realized the pile of corpses that had marked the entrance to this mad world was now gone. I saw only the white street paved with bones stretching off into the horizon, endless forests of willows with blood and intestines hanging from them lining each side. Nearby, I heard the gurgling of a stream.
“No,” my son said softly. “We are in here. And I can feel her presence. The dead girl. She’s watching us right now. She’s trying to get in my…” He pointed at his head. “We have to go on ahead.” My wife grabbed my free hand tightly.
“I’m scared,” she whispered to me, too quietly for my son to hear. I nodded to her grimly, opening the revolver and checking the bullets. I had only four left. And I didn’t even know if bullets would harm the things in this place. Then we heard a voice that seemed to boom from the sky. It was deep, shaking the ground. Pieces of intestines and blood fell from the trees around us, and the streets of bone shook, some of them falling out of place like pure white potholes. I grabbed my wife, steadying her as she almost toppled over. My son seemed almost unaffected, but his eyes were wide, and he was looking straight up.
I looked up also, seeing the sky had begun to rapidly turn from blue to black, as if an eclipse were happening. But I could see no sun, no source of light, no moon or stars. Instead, I only saw a face begin to emerge from the darkness. It was a face that seemed to stretch hundreds of miles across. Its skeletal cheekbones and bleached white forehead seemed to blend into the blackness of the sky. Its chattering jawbone and massive pointed teeth opened and closed quickly in an eerie, shuffling way that didn’t match at all its words. It reminded me of a wind-up toy I had had as a child, one that just had teeth that would chatter and bounce off each other as the toy moved forward in a random way.
But its eyes were its most disconcerting feature. They were pure silver, but in that silver, there was a rapid shimmering and rotating. Madness emanated from every part of its face, and I felt it looking deep into my mind. It had a presence that was not only insane, but insectile, antithetical to life, and, worst of all, eternal.
“Have you brought me a new lamb for the slaughter?” it said, in a voice like rushing water. “Give me the boy. He will have company with the dead ones, the other boys and girls here. They’re all dead, but nothing here ever really dies. Give me your child, and I will let you go.” Then it stopped speaking, the only movement in the whole sky being its eyes, which now revolved faster, deeper and lighter shades of silver appearing and disappearing in a rapidly moving fractal pattern that seemed to zoom forever inwards towards the center.
“No,” I said simply, my heart beating fast, but a rising sense of anger battling it and giving me new strength. I put up my middle finger and aimed it at the sky. The voice laughed, louder than ever. I heard trees falling in the forests surrounding us, the stream no longer gurgling but being thrown around like tidal waves on the banks of its shore.
“Then you will all die,” it said, its voice fading as if zooming away from us.
Then the face and the blackness were gone, the sky returning to a deep blue. Light seemed to return to the world, and the eerie, insectile fingers that grasped and felt around in my mind disappeared in an instant. On the horizon, above the trees, I realized I could see thick, dark clouds of smoke rising above the treeline. The road seemed to head in that general direction. Motioning with my hand, I turned to my family.
“It looks like there could be some sort of town or factory over there,” I said. “If we keep going on this road, it will probably bring us close. Or we could turn around and walk back in the opposite direction. What do you two think?” My question was broken by a sob from the nearby trees. Whirring around, I saw Trooper Shea, his dress uniform torn, cuts and scrapes all over his body. His mouth turned into a perfect O of surprise, his eyes widening as he looked at us.
“Please,” he said, “help me.” Then he fell over like a ragdoll, plummeting into the dry soil and dead grass that surrounded the skeletal road. My wife began to run over to him, but I put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.
“He could be infected,” I said. She glared at me.
“So you’re just going to let him die?” she asked. I shook my head.
“We approach danger slowly,” I said. “We only have one revolver with a few shots, one butcher knife, and the small knife that we gave Adam- which is basically a paring knife.” I laughed, even though it wasn’t funny. The sound of laughter in this grim place sounded wrong, and I quickly stopped. Margaret just gave me a one more disapproving frown, then pushed my hand away and knelt besides Trooper Shea. She had some medical training, having been a certified nursing assistant in her early twenties, and used it to check him over briefly.
She checked his pulse, his breathing, opened one eye and then the other to check the responsiveness of his pupils and make sure no blood was coming out of either. Turning back to me, she nodded.
“He doesn’t seem sick like the others,” she said. He was laying on his back, and she flipped him over to check for injuries on that side. As soon as she did, we all saw the cause of his collapse.
He was bleeding rather heavily. It looked like someone had stuck a knife into the back of his left shoulder, then pulled it out again. The blood was clotting, staining his trooper uniform a dirty red color on the back. He had clearly lost a great deal of blood.
“I don’t think it hit an artery,” my wife said to me. My son stood behind me, holding my free hand while I kept the revolver ready, scanning the forest and road for any sign of movement. At that point, Trooper Shea began to moan, his eyes fluttering open.
“Do you…” he said, licking his lips and clearing his voice, “...water?”
“Well, there is a stream nearby,” I said, getting up. “I don’t know if it is drinkable however. For all I know, the streams here could be made of pure mercury.” He shook his head.
“They’re water,” Shea said, coming back more and more to consciousness as he spoke. “I drank some of it when I was running. It tasted fine.” He got up slowly, and my wife came running over. He put an arm around her, looking like he might fall over again, but after a few breaths, he steadied himself. “Something was chasing me. I don’t know how I got here; one minute, I was in the fields, running towards the woods, and then suddenly the trees all changed and the sky went black.
“One of those nutjobs in the middle of town stabbed me in the back. My partner ended up getting bitten, and he became so sick within minutes that I knew there was no way I was getting him out of there. He went down fighting, though. He took out five or six of the sick people with him before they all jumped on him and began ripping his body apart with their teeth, their fingernails, everything. It was like a savage dog attack.” We started walking towards the sound of the gurgling stream nearby.
As soon as we reached the shallow bank, Trooper Shea fell to his knees, cupping his palms and drinking as much water as he could handle. Then he splashed it on his face and stood up.
“Alright, let’s get out of this fucking place,” he said, pulling out his service pistol and putting a fresh magazine in.
We returned to the road and began to walk towards the smoke in the sky. Within minutes, the forest started to clear out, and I saw towering buildings on the horizon drawing closer. It was eerie how quiet they were, however. I didn’t hear a single car or bus coming from that direction.
Soon the forest and the hanging intestines and gore were behind us, and we stood in a post-apocalyptic nightmare. Buildings hundreds of stories tall stood all around us, many with their windows smashed out. Bodies with nooses around their necks hung from lampposts on both sides of the road. Many had been there for so long that the skin and muscles were sloughing off, rancid gas causing them to bloat, their faces unrecognizable, their clothes bowing out from the pressure of the decomposition.
“The girl is coming,” my son said, pointing down the road. We all had our weapons at the ready. It would have seemed absurd in other circumstances- being so afraid of a little girl no more than four feet tall. Her mouth, stitched close, had dark blood dripping down from her lips, and her eyes were wide, sparkling, almost smiling. Her deathly white skin showed black, rotten veins that wound throughout her body, hidden by the black rags she wore in many spots. Then I heard her voice in my mind as she came to a stop.
“The god of Golgotha welcomes you all,” she said. I could tell by the widening eyes of the others that they all heard her voice as well. “This is your last chance. A sacrifice is required to move forward. Give us the boy. We will take good care of him for you. He will never die. Nothing here ever really dies.” At this, Trooper Shea raised the pistol and fired a shot at her. It hit her in the center of her chest, knocking her back. The voice stopped instantly.
“Run!” my son said. “There’s more coming from behind us.” Glancing back, I saw he was right. Dozens of boys and girls were coming out of the abandoned skyscrapers, flooding the bone-white roads, all with their mouths stitched close. Some wore decaying suits or the rags of dresses, while others looked much fresher, with intact shirts or pants still on their tiny bodies. Seeing that, we all sprinted away. I stayed behind my son, knowing he would be the slowest of us all. The others rapidly gained on us, and I felt tiny hands grasping at the back of my shirt, trying to pull me back. Turning quickly, I fired a bullet into the nearest target- a small boy with a suit that looked like it would have been new during World War 2. The back of his head exploded as I fired point-blank into his forehead.
The reaction of the others chasing us was immediate. They all stopped, their eyes widening as they saw the dark, clotted blood and brain matter that sprayed the street behind the corpse child. Then they placed their hands on the gore, trying to shove it through the stitches in their mouths. I heard deep slurping sounds as they sucked the blood through the black stitching, pulling their lips apart so hard that fresh blood began to pour out of the stitches’ insertion sites as they tried to feast, taking in as much as they could. It gave us just the distraction we needed.
While they circled around the dead boy, eating his body like vultures surrounding a piece of roadkill, we got farther and farther away, Trooper Shea running in the lead, my wife behind him, then my son and me. We took random turns, going down long-abandoned alleyways and moving deeper into the center of the city. Soon, we heard nothing at all besides the heavy footfalls of our group.
“Stop,” I said, gasping, bent over next to a dumpster filled with shoes in a tiny alleyway between two skyscrapers. “I need to rest.” My son clearly did too. He was breathing hard, doubled over. Trooper Shea and Margaret turned to look at us.
“What now?” Margaret asked. I looked down at my son.
“Do you have any idea how to get out of here?” I asked. Surprisingly, he nodded.
“I got a glimpse from the girl’s mind when she was talking to us,” Anthony said. “But I think she saw some stuff in mine, too. I don’t know if it matters or not.” I shrugged.
“Nothing we can do about that now,” I said. “So how do we get out of here?”
“There’s a well in the center of the city,” Anthony said, “where they go when they need fresh boys and girls to follow the god here. Or when they need bodies to feed them.”
“So let’s go!” Trooper Shea said, pushing my son in front of him. “Lead to the way, kid. We’ve got your back. Let’s get the hell out of this place.” Nodding, Anthony started walking on shaky legs. We followed him out of the alleyway to a massive street six lanes wide.
“It should be down this way,” Anthony said, pointing deeper into the tangle of abandoned buildings. I saw a cloud of black smoke where his finger pointed.
Then we heard the voice of that insane god again, but not coming from the sky this time. It was on the street, and not far away. The ground started to shake. Turning to look in the opposite direction that my son had pointed, I saw a behemoth dozens of feet tall. It had the same skeletal face, the same chattering jawbone and sharpened teeth, but it now stood on a slender, naked body with pus and deep gouge marks marring nearly every inch of its skin.
“Thank you for delivering the lamb to me personally,” it said in that voice so much like a waterfall, each syllable pounding into the other and causing small earthquakes as it spoke. There was no way we could outrun it. Though its legs and arms were emaciated sticks with bone showing through its countless injuries, it was fast and very tall.
My wife looked back at me one last time.
“Get him out of here,” she whispered to me, pointing at Anthony. “No matter what it takes.” Then she ran directly at the insane god. Its head swiveled rapidly, its silver eyes following her progress with a kind of lunatic intensity, its long arms reaching out to grab her, but she ducked into a nearby alleyway. The thing followed her, howling.
“Run, you idiots!” Trooper Shea said. I wanted to go help her, but I knew he was right. She had likely given her life to save our son, and to do anything else but get us out would be to waste her sacrifice. With tears pouring down my cheeks, I pushed my son ahead.
“Go, Anthony!” I screamed. Looking back at me, bewildered, he looked like he would just stand there forever.
“But what about mommy?” he cried.
“Just go!” Then we all started to run. The black cloud of smoke was growing rapidly nearer when I heard the shrieks of a woman. I knew it was Margaret. It sounded like she was being burned alive- a kind of pain and horror I had never heard in any voice before, even as a 911 dispatcher.
I could see the well Anthony was talking about now, only a few hundred feet away. Black clouds of smoke emanated from it, blocking out the sky above it. It seemed as if it had some eternal fire burning within it.
Then the dead children began to crawl and run out from every street and alleyway surrounding the well, forming a rough circle around it. They all stopped and stared at us with their dead eyes.
“I have an idea,” Trooper Shea said, looking at me with shell-shocked eyes. “But you’re not going to like it.” Then he ran forward, nearly emptying his magazine with a rapid succession of shots, aiming at the monstrous bodies that surrounded him. With the first nine shots, he blew some of them apart, leaving huge exit wounds in their chests and heads as he fired rapidly. Then they closed all around him, and I knew he was out of time and nearly out of ammo.
Glancing back at me one last time, his eyes watery and terrified, he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I saw it in slow motion.
“No!” I screamed. But it was too late.
The entire back of his head exploded like a deflated balloon. The corpse-children swarmed all over his body, dipping their small, white hands in his blood and brain matter, trying to shove as much of it as they could in their stitched mouths.
Without a moment of hesitation, I lifted Anthony and ran forward, jumping into the well, the clouds of black smoke enveloping us as we fell.
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I woke up at the border of the town, surrounded by people in hazmat suits. I saw countless agents in unmarked black SUVs blocking off the border of the town. One man in a hazmat suit came over, shining a light in my eyes. I saw another doing the same to Anthony next to me. Then I fell back into unconsciousness.
I awoke later in a medical facility, surrounded by a few agents in black suits. They wouldn’t tell me which agency they came from, but told me my entire town had an outbreak of a mutated form of rabies. I shook my head.
“There was a dead girl with her mouth stitched closed,” I said, and they laughed.
“A few of the other survivors said the same thing,” one of them said. “Likely mass hysteria. Maybe a group hallucination from the stress of seeing such a horrifying outbreak. We have the entire town quarantined, however. So far, we have been able to keep this out of the media, and the goal is to continue to do that. We don’t need you to go around talking about monsters.” I stopped listening after that, knowing that they would never believe me.
Since then, Anthony and I have moved far away from that town- the one that killed my wife and all my friends. I thought I had left the terror behind and started to heal.
Then last night, as I fell asleep, I had a dream of an insane god with chattering teeth and silver eyes, telling me he would see me again soon.
When I awoke, my floor was covered in footprints that left behind dark, clotted blood leading towards my bed.

I(35f) have a husband(30m) we’ve been trying for a baby for 5 years almost 6. I’ve conceived 4times. One of out most recent attempts was really convincing because I was 7 months and we where going to have a little girl last year of May but I went into an early labor and I lost her. My husband was there for it for the first few months. He was an A+ husband he comforted me and when I couldn’t even have sex with him anymore he was still there. Ever since then we’ve stopped trying and we don’t plan to start again till next year.
Well his best friend(28f) P got pregnant and her husband sadly passed 3 months after her baby was born. My husband was distraught when her husband died because they were all close friends so in a way they both grieved together. So while I was grieving one he was grieving two losses. So we often clashed out of anger and grief. It went to far one time and I honestly didn’t know what to do so I called P and she came. I remember checking on them from the stairs and me seeing him smile for the for the first time in what felt like forever. I felt so guilty for being jealous simply because it wasn’t me making him smile. I remember seeing him hold a baby girl, the same way he was supposed to hold our baby girl he had the same smile he was supposed to be giving her so in a way, I felt almost betrayed.
I remember seeing them both cooing at the baby almost like I didn’t exist like their one happy family like almost like what happened didn’t happened and they were on with their day lives. Well that as hell didn’t help us in our relationship and soon it was like we were just roommates because we would only talk about bills, food, and cleaning. Honestly, it felt like there was a stranger in my bed. I honestly just couldn’t live like that. So I gave him the option to either try and fix things or divorce because of the way of being together if we’re just gonna live like strangers.
Well, we ended up mending things and life’s a lot better. We’re still going to couples counseling and I’m seeing a therapist. The problem is he still is spending a lot of time with P. Often times before he comes home he’ll stop at her place to “check up on her”. On Sunday I work so often times he’ll invite her over or stop at her place. Well the baby girls birthday is the same week as my daughters death. I want him home with me because it’s going to be rough. I thought that it would be obvious that he should just skip it and spend the whole week with me.
Well he told me that he wants to go to get his mind off of things. He already got her gift and told his best friend he’ll be there. So I told him that by blacking me out and being there for her instead of his wife is going to make our relationship crumble. That he’s slowly losing me by being there for her. He was pissed and is now in our guess room and when I talk to my best friends about it they also told me that I was in the wrong but I don’t see how. So AITA?

In this post I will explore the origin of the S-tier and how 1st individual became the standard for entry. Someone has almost definitely done this before, and some of this is obvious, but I have had this idea for a while and want to get it all out. I separated it so it would be easier to read.
So lets go back in time to just before MCC1, back when Scott could barely fill out the roster and when this here reddit did not exist. There was really no agreed upon S-tier back then, maybe Vikk but even then nobody gave it much thought. Then Quig pulled a Technoblade with back to back first individual. In fact before Minecraft Monday Techno was a relatively small stream, with 2 or 3 thousand viewers a stream. Yet those who knew of his skill from Bedwars and Skywars spread word, even some participants like Skeepy feared his power. Then he won MCM1 and got first individual, followed by an even better performance with a weaker teammate and cemented himself as a force to be reckoned with to the larger audience. Quig did something similar to this, with the first time putting him on notice and the second time cementing himself as an S-tier beyond any doubt.
Then we circle back to Vikk, and how he got outplaced by Pete every time they played together. Respectively they got (4,5), (4,5) (1,2), (2,6), and (2,6). By the time of MCC3, Pete's first place brought up how Pete was doing better than Vikk, and that put into doubt if Vikk was an S-tier because of him being teamed with someone better than him every time. I will call the the sidekick effect, which will later effect Sapnap very harshly. This combined with Pete popping off even without him and Vikk quiting meant that as MCC got bigger he was remebered as an S-tier by the larger audience as MCC got more popular.
Techno and Dream where the exceptions, as everyone thought of them as S-tiers before they joined. This can be seen in how hard he was nerfed in his first two events. Even though Techno did not get first individual he had a weak team in MCC3, and if he did not die in the border in MCC2 he probably would have. MCC4 was merely a conformation of these beliefs. Dream had an even longer first place drought, not getting it until MCC11. However he did well up until that point (3, 3, 2, 13, and 3) and his popularity convinced the newly expanded audience of his skill pretty well.
Speaking on that expanded audinece that was a big reason the 1st place rule was established. MCC really grew in popularity around 5 and 6, and that new audience wanted to scope out the competion. with Vikk no longer in the event the three stand out players were Quig, Techno, and Pete. What did all three of them have in common that no one else had, first individual. Thus the rule was born, later enforced in MCC9 when Fruit got first, and MCC11 when Dream got first. These five were far and away the top players of season one (Vikk dropped out, Hbomb had yet to be the stronges player on a team a was inconsistent, Tommy was inconsistent, Krtzy did not stand out much other than MCC1, and Sapnap was often out fragged by Dream and Krtzy and thus got hit with the sideline effect). It also so happened that they were the only people to place top individual, and these elements came together to establish the S-tier first individual requirement. This would later be challenged by people like Antfrost, Purpled, and Jojo, which I will talk about in the next post.
To conclude this post here is a list of the first individuals of season one, because why not.
Techno: 4
Dream: 11
Fruit: 9, 12
Pete: 3, 6, 7, 13
Quig: 1, 2, 5, 8, 10

3.1.2020
SUNDAY MARCH 1ST, 2020
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SCENE #12: THE ZERO SUM GAME

SCENE #12:. YOU DOWNLOAD [FREEWALLET.ORG](https://FREEWALLET.ORG) APP. OPEN AN ACCOUNT WITH YOUR FACEBOOK. YOUR GOOGLE PLUS. YOUR PHONE NUMBER. DOWNLOAD DOGEWALLET APP. FOUR CRYPTO WALLETS. RIGHT THERE. COINBASE. THE FIRST CRYPTO WALLET. THE OFFICIAL BITCOIN WALLET. DOWNLOAD E-TRADE APP. SIGN UP FOR E-TRADE. GLOBAL ACCOUNT. TWICE. INDIVIDUAL ACCOUNT. THREE TIMES. JOINT ACCOUNT. IF MARRIED. OR NOT. ROBINHOOD ACCOUNT. STASH ACCOUNT. INTERACTIVE BROKERS. FXCHOICE. TRADERSWAY. THIS IS THE SET UP YOU NEED. TO TRADE CURRENCY. WHILE BUILDING THE EQUITY. IN EVERY AVAILABLE EQUITY. YOU'RE TRADING FIAT CURRENCY. BUILDING THE EQUITY IN DIGITAL CURRENCY. CRYPTO. THE CRYPTO RISES. SIGN UP FOR NEXO WALLET. TRANSFER TRADING PROFIT. BUILT IN CRYPTO. TO CRYPTO WALLETS. INCLUDING NEXO. ESPECIALLY NEXO. NEXO WALLET. THE FIRST OFFER FOR THE CRYPTO LOAN. THE FIRST DIGITAL ASSET USED AS LOAN COLLATERAL. HOWEVER MUCH THE DIGITAL ASSET. IS WORTH. THE AMOUNT IN LOANS YOU CAN GET. MEANING NOW. A NEW FORM OF CREDIT. THE FUTURE OF THE CREDIT LINE. THE FUTURE OF CREDIT LINES. THE FUTURE OF THE CREDIT CARD. THE FUTURE OF CREDIT. NOW. THE MILLION DOLLAR LOAN. IS POSSIBLE. THE MILLION DOLLAR LOAN. IS SUPER POSSIBLE. THE MILLION DOLLAR LOAN. IS DUPER POSSIBLE. SUPER DUPER POSSIBLE. YOU DEPOSIT CRYPTO INTO THE NEXO WALLET. WAIT FOR THE RIPE SEASON. TAKE OUT A LOAN. YOU MUST FLIP THE LOAN. YOU MUST DOUBLE THE LOAN. AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. AS SAFELY AS POSSIBLE. SO IF YOU EARNING POWER IS A MILLION DOLLARS. LOAN A MILLION FROM YOUR CRYPTO STASH. WITH ALL OF THIS DONE. NOW YOU HAVE YOUR CRYPTO HOLDINGS. BEING BUILT. FROM FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING PROFITS. IN CRYPTO. THE PROFIT IS BUILT IN CRYPTO. IN CERTAIN TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO XRP ACCOUNTS. ON FXCHOICE. TWO USD TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO EUR TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO GBP TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO BTC TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO ETHEREUM TRADING ACCOUNTS. THE ONLY ACCOUNTS YOU WITHDRAW FROM. FOR CONSUMING THE MONEY ON BILLS. LIVING EXPENSES. BUSINESS EXPENSES. COMES FROM THE USD TRADING ACCOUNTS. LEAVE THE EUR AND GBP TRADING ACCOUNTS. AS A BANK FOR SAVING. IN FOREIGN FUNDS. A FOREIGN SAVINGS FUND. AT THAT NATIONAL INTEREST RATE. SAY YOU BUILD THE EUR AND GBP TRADING ACCOUNT. TO ONE MILLION EUROS AND ONE MILLION POUNDS. YOU STASH THEM IN A FXCHOICE WALLET. NOW YOU HAVE TWO MILLION IN EUROPEAN CURRENCY. AS YOUR EMERGENCY BACKUP. MAKING YOU A MULTI MILLIONAIRE. NO MATTER WHAT. UNTIL YOU SPEND. NOW YOU GET A USD WALLET. GET THE BTC WALLET. THE ETH WALLET. THE XRP WALLET. SO NOW. YOU HAVE MULTIPLE TRADING ACCOUNTS. IN MULTIPLE EQUITIES. IN ALL AVAILABLE EQUITIES. AND THE RESPECTIVE WALLETS. FOR HOLDING THE SAVINGS. AND TAXES. YOU BUILD PROFIT IN ONE ACCOUNT. TRANSFER $10 ANOTHER ACCOUNT IN THAT EQUITY. YOU WILL NEED $30 IN ONE EQUITY. TO CONVERT IT TO ANOTHER EQUITY. $30 IS BTC ACCOUNT TO CONVERT TO AN XRP OR USD ACCOUNT. I HAVE TO DO THIS NEXT. WHEN IT IS TIME TO SWITCH. I HAVE TO CLOSE TRADES ON ONE OR TWO. NOT RE ENGAGING IN NEW TRADES ON TWO ACCOUNTS. SO I CAN TRANSFER PROFITS TO ANOTHER TRADING ACCOUNT. TO INCREASE PROFITS AND ACCOUNT AMOUNTS. NOW. THE E-TRADE AND ROBINHOOD ACCOUNTS. FOR THE USD WALLETS. THE USD EQUITY TRADING PROFITS. SPENT ON STOCKS. CONSUMING SHARES. HOLDING SHARES. BUYING THE STOCKS. TECHNOLOGY STOCKS. EMERGING TECHNOLOGY STOCKS. EMERGING MARKETS. NANO TECHNOLOGY. BIOMETRICS. CYBER SECURITY. CYBER NETICS. CRYPTO CURRENCY. ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ROBOTICS. PSYCHO TECHNOLOGY. BIONICS. MYO ELECTRIC PROSTHETICS. COGNITIVE SCIENCE. BIO SCIENCE. BIO TECH. NEURO SCIENCE. ENTERPRISING SOFTWARE. FULLY IMMERSIVE VIRTUAL REALITY. E-COMMERCE. M-COMMERCE. VIRTUAL REALITY. SMART DIAPER. SMART TECHNOLOGY. FIVE G. FIVE G PHONES. AUTONOMOUS CAR TECH. THIS IS HOW YOU COMBINE. THE TRADING FOREIGN CURRENCY. WITH CRYPTO CURRENCY HOLDING. STOCK HOLDING. STASHING THE PROFITS. MADE APPLYING THE OSCILLATION STRATEGY. THE OSCILLATOR. OSCILLATING. CATCHING EVERY OSCILLATION. 500 POINTS IN BETWEEN. 500 POINTS PER TRADE. 500 POINTS PER HALF SWING. BACK AND FORTH. 50% RETURNS. 100% RETURNS. EVERY DAY. EVERY OTHER DAY. EVERY TWO DAYS. EVERY WEEK. EVERY MONTH. EVERYTIME YOU DOUBLE. IF YOU DOUBLE DOWN. PUTTING YOUR DOUBLE BACK DOWN. NOW YOU'RE DOUBLING. YOUR DOUBLES. YOU ARE DOUBLING DOUBLES. AT THIS POINT. IN CONJUNCTION WITH. PAYING ALL OF YOUR BILLS. IN ADVANCE. INVESTING THE MAJORITY OF THE TRADING PROFITS. INTO THE LONGTERM VISION OF THE STOCK MARKETS TECH TRAJECTORY. THE TECHNOLOGICAL SECTOR. IN THE STOCK MARKET. IS POISED. ON IT'S OWN TRAJECTORY. EVERY DECADE. EVERY DECADE IS THE START. OF THE NEW REVOLUTION. TECHNOLOGICAL. THE NEW TECH REVOLUTION. THE TECH REV. THE TECHNO REVO. OF THE 1990'S. THE 2000'S. THE 2010'S. THE 2020'S. THE 2030'S. THE 1980'S. THE 1970'S. SOME. SO LONG AGO. SOME NOT TOO LONG AGO. THE REST. RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER. THE NEW YORK SESSION. CLOSES. IN 30 MINUTES. THE SESSION WILL BE CLOSED IN THIRTY MINUTES. THE SYDNEY SESSION. IS UP NEXT. THE FOREX MARKET. IS OPEN. 120 HOURS. PER WEEK. 5PM EVERY DAY. STARTING SUNDAY. IS A NEW 24 HOUR PERIOD. GONE. FROM THE 120 HOURS TOTAL. YOU HAVE TO WORK THE MARKET. TO WORK THE MARKET. FOR 120 HOURS. STRAIGHT. NON STOP. EVERY DAY CONSECUTIVE. EVERY WEEK. CONSISTENTLY. MONTHLY. BRINGING IN 1000% IN PROFIT. 700% WEEKLY. 1000% WEEKLY. 1400% WEEKLY. 120 TIMES IN PROFIT. MONTHLY. STASHING THE MANJORITY. INTO DIGITAL ASSETS. INTO ASSETS. INTO MORE ASSETS. INTO ALL ASSETS. INTO NOTHING BUT ASSETS. PURCHASING. PURCHASING. AND PURCHASING. ASSETS. ALL VARIETIES. QUITE FEVERISHLY. 

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1:25AM EST - 1:51AM EST
3.2.2020
MONDAY MARCH 2ND, 2020
SESSION #1:
3.2.2020.
11:36AM EST - 12:00PM NOON
SESSION #2:
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SESSION NUMBER:
SCENE #13:

SCENE #13:. THE FOREX MARKET OPENED AT 5PM. ON SUNDAY. MARCH 1ST. 2020. TODAY IS THE SECOND OF MARCH. MARCH 2ND. 2020. THIS IS THE FIRST WEEK. WE ARE APPLYING. THE FULL STRATEGY. THE OSCILLATION. THE OSCILLATION COASTER. COASTER OSCILLATION STRATEGY. OPERATING TWO BROKERAGE ACCOUNTS. JASON'S BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. MY OWN BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. JASON'S BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. HAS ONE TRADING ACCOUNT. ACTIVELY TRADING. THE TOTAL BALANCE. $30. EQUITY $30. THE OPEN TRADES? AUDNZD SELL. TIMES TEN TRADES. CAUGHT BETWEEN POINT 617 - 680. 100 POINTS FROM 780-800. WHERE IT PEAKED. AT 11PM. THE ASIAN SESSION. THE TRADING VIEW STATS. GREEN. 65%. 630 POINTS UP. IN THE GREEN. THE BLUE. THE BLACK. THE PROFIT. MMY BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. TWO ACTIVE TRADING ACCOUNTS. TOTAL BALANCE. IN ACCOUNT. $90. JASON'S ACCOUNT. CAN TOUCH THE $100 LEVEL. FROM THIS SWING DOWN. 10 TRADES TIMES $6. $60 PLUS $30. $90. EQUAL TO MY BROKERAGE ACCOUNT NOW. IN GOLF TERMS. ONE PUT. ONE DRIVE. ONE SWING. EQUALLED THE BALANCE OF THE $30 ACCOUNT. WITH THE $90 ACCOUNT. NOW BOTH ACCOUNTS ARE SWINGING. FROM THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. THE LEVEL OF LEVERAGE. EACH SWING. BRINGING IN 50%. RETURNS. ON INVESTMENT. 50% GAINS. GOING FOR 100% GAINS. EACH SWING. UP OR DOWN. THREE TRADING ACCOUNTS. ACTIVELY TRADING. FOR 120 HOURS. RIDING THE HIGH POINT. DOWN TO ZERO. RIDING THE ZERO POINT. BACK TO THE HIGH POINT. MINUS 100 POINTS. PER DAY. FROM 200 POINTS. IT GOES BACK UP TO HIGH POINT. THIS WOULD BE FRIDAY. BASED ON MEMORY. THE CURRENCY TRADING. IS FOR FINANCIAL FREEDOM. ALSO. ENSURING FINANCIAL FREEDOM. IS ALWAYS A REALITY. THE VERY PROBABLE.. POSSIBILITY. PURCHASING THE STOCKS IN ALL EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. SAVING MONEY. IN THE TECH MARKETS. SAVING PROFITS. STASHING PROFITS. PLACING PROFITS. ALLOCATING PROFITS. ACQUIRING PROFITS. DISTRIBUTING ACQUISITIONS. AT THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. WITH TWO BROKERAGE ACCOUNTS. OPERATING AT THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. TIMES TEN. ANY PLUG IN. IS POSSIBLE. AND EVEN MORE PROBABLE. WITH THE 700%. BATTING AVERAGE. 1000% BATTING AVERAGE. LEGENDARY. TIGER WOODS THE TRADE. PUT THE GOLF BALL. WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE. THERE IS A TIME AND A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING. THEN IT'S CALLED THE. HOLE IN ONE. IF YOU CAN MULTIPLY THE BALANCE. TIMES TEN. FROM MONDAY. ON TO FRIDAY. 5 DAYS. 4 AND A HALF SOON. $1000. IN EACH BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. $2000 TOTAL. YOU AND JASON. CAN PAY DEBTS. AND INVEST. CONTINUING TO PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. LEARN TO LEVERAGE WHAT'S LEFT. LEARN TO LEVERAGE THE BEST. THEN PAY YOUR DEBTS AND INVEST. WITH BILLS NOW PAID IN ADVANCE. INVEST WITH THE CHANCE. PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. 3.2.2020. 11:36AM EST - 12:00PM NOON THE FIRST THING I WANT TO DO. IS TO THANK GOD. I WANT TO THANK GOD FOR WAKING UP TODAY. I WANT TO THANK GOD. FOR ALLOWING ME ANOTHER DAY OF LIFE. I WANT TO THANK GOD. FOR WAKING UP MY FAMILY. MY PARENTS. MY MENTOR. MY MENTOR'S FAMILY. MY FRIENDS. MY FRIEND'S FAMILIES. I TAKE NO DAYS FOR GRANTED. I WILL PURSUE DESTINY UNTIL THE DEATH OF ME. I HAVE NO CHOICE. IF DEATH WILL CATCH ME OFF GUARD. I WANT TO CATCH DESTINY BEFORE HAND. I WILL GO TO THE GRAVE WITH AN ACQUIRED DESTINY. THE ASCERTAINED DESTINY. I WOKE UP TODAY. THANKED GOD. FOR GIVING ME ANOTHER DAY ON EARTH. I TEXT MESSAGED GOOD MORNING. TO LOVED ONES. I CHECKED THE TRADES. I CHECKED THE TRADINGVIEW FIRST. SO I KNOW. THE PRICE POINT. WHEN I WENT TO BED. THE AUDNZD WAS 1.04700. PEAKING AT 1.04800 BY 11PM. FROM 11PM. AUDNZD. SWITCHED INTO SELL. I ENTERED TEN TRADES. AUDNZD SELL. ON ALL THREE TRADING ACCOUNTS. WOKE UP. AUDNZD. WAS 1.04300. 1.04450. FLUCTUATING BETWEEN THOSE. JASON'S ACCOUNT. BALANCE $29. EQUITY $39. PERSONAL ACCOUNT. BALANCE $89. EQUITY $117. ON ALL THREE TRADING ACCOUNTS. NZDUSD BUYS. SIX ON JASON'S. I BELIEVE. NINE TRADES. BUYING. NZDUSD. ON EACH OF THE PERSONAL TRADING ACCOUNTS. ONE TRADING ACCOUNT IS OPERATING. AT THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. CLOSER TO $150. $25 AWAY FROM IT. THE FIRST SET OF TRADES. AUDNZD SELLING. WE WENT UP AND DOWN. ONCE. FROM 5PM TO 8PM. BUYING AUDNZD. SELLING AUDNZD FROM 8PM ON. 11PM IS A BETTER TIME. ON SUNDAY NIGHT. TO SWITCH. FROM BUY TO SELL. AUDNZD. POSSIBLY OTHER FOREIGNS. ESPECIALLY OTHER FOREIGN VS NZD OR AUD PAIRS. COMMON DENOMINATORS. THE ERROR I MADE LAST WEEK. WITH AUDUSD. NZDUSD. WAS GOING IN THE SAME DIRECTION AUDNZD WAS GOING. AUDNZD. OPERATES OPPOSITE THE DIRECTION OF. AUDUSD AND NZDUSD. THE DOMESTIC PAIRING OF THE COMMON DENOMINATORS. AUD AND NZD. THOSE PAIRS. VS THE USD. GO THE OPPOSITE WAY OF AUDNZD. AUDCAD POSSIBLY. HAVEN'T TRADED AUDCAD IN A YEAR. I CAN TRADE IT ON META TRADER. 5. APP. 4. THOSE ARE USD EQUITY ACCOUNTS. THE TRADING PROFITS BUILT IN USD. THE USD ACCOUNTS. ARE THE WITHDRAWAL ACCOUNTS. THE RIPPLE XRP ACCOUNTS. BTC ACCOUNTS. ETH AND LTC ACCOUNTS. ALL SENT TO CRYPTO WALLETS. FOR CONVERSION. AND SAVING. INVESTING. LOANING OUT. TO NEXO WALLET. THE EUR AND GBP TRADING ACCOUNTS. WILL BE SENT TO EUR AND GBP WALLETS. FOR FOREIGN SAVINGS ACCOUNT. HAVING A SAVINGS ACCOUNT. IN A FOREIGN CURRENCY. ANOTHER NATION'S DOLLAR. I THANK GOD FOR EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE FOR ME. BY TRADING THE AUDNZD. BUYING IT ON SUNDAY AT 5PM. SELLING IT AT 11PM ON SUNDAY NIGHT FROM NOW ON. BUYING IT MONDAY. WHENEVER IT HITS THE ZERO POINT. WHEN IT DOES. HIT THE ZERO POINT. THE AUDUSD AND NZDUSD WILL BE SELLING. NOW. THEY ARE STILL BUYING. AUDNZD IS SELLING. NO WAY NZDUSD IS SELLING ALONG WITH THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN RATE. THE FOREIGN VS DOMESTIC IS DIFFERENT. DEFINITELY. DIFFERENT. LOOKING AT IT IN SUCH A WAY. WHEN YOU SWITCH ON ONE. YOU SWITCH THE OTHER. TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CHART. SO WITH NINE NZDUSD BUYS. RIGHT NOW. IN THREE ACCOUNTS. THE SAME THREE ACCOUNTS. HOLDING THE TEN AUDNZD SELLS. AUDNZD WILL BUY BEFORE NZDUSD. AUDNZD WILL SELL BEFORE NZDUSD. SO NZDUSD. WILL SELL AND BUY. AFTER. AUDNZD IS DONE. BUYING OR SELLING. THE TEN AUDNZD. WE BOUGHT ONCE. WE SOLD ONCE. THE SECOND IS UP. ON MONDAY. WHAT TIME? WE WILL FIND OUT. 8PM AND 11PM. EASTERN TIME. WE WOKE UP TO. NZDUSD. AT $0.62744. LAST WEEK. DROPPING FROM 64.000. TO 63.000. PENNIES. BETTING ON. THE 62.744. GOING TO 63.500-63.700. THIS WOULD BE $10 PER TRADE. IF NOT TEN. $5. UP TO 63.500. $5 TO $7. TIMES NINE. TIMES THREE ACCOUNTS. SO YOU CATCH BUY AND SELL NUMBERS ONE THRU TEN. THRU OUT THE WEEK. BUT BY TRADING AUDNZD. FOR EXAMPLE. AND THE DOMESTIC PAIRING OF AUDUSD OR NZDUSD. YOU CATCH THE BUY AND THE SELL. NUMBERS ONE THRU TEN. AGAIN. SO. ON MY WAY TO BUY NUMBER TWO. AUDNZD. I AM ON BUY NUMBER ONE. NZDUSD. SELL NUMBER ONE. AUDNZD. NOW. SELL. NZDUSD. NEXT. ONCE. BUY NUMBER TWO. COMMENCES. AUDNZD. TWO DIFFERENT CURRENCY PAIRS. THREE DIFFERENT CURRENCY PAIRS. EVENTUALLY SIX. TWO AUD OR NZD ON CAD. FOR EXAMPLE. THEN CADUSD. AUDUSD. NZDUSD. NOW YOU WOULD BE CATCHING THE ROUND TRIP. THREE DIFFERENT TIMES. 50% RETURNS. MINIMUM. EACH ONE WAY. 100% RETURNS. PER ROUND TRIP. THREE ROUND TRIPS. BACK TO BACK. TO BACK. POSSIBLY. 300% RETURNS. THANK GOD. LET US FIND OUT. LET ME FIND OUT. LET ME FIND OUT I GOT IT. 

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2:18PM EST - 3:19PM EST
THURSDAY MARCH 5TH, 2020
3.3.2020
R.I.P. TO MY UNCLE DEREK
MY AUNT GLORIA'S HUSBAND
MY DAD'S YOUNGER SISTER'S HUSBAND
LOVE YOU UNCLE DEREK
THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING KIND TO ME
I'LL MISS YOU
I'LL THINK ABOUT YOU FOR FAVORABLY
THE REST OF MY LIFE
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SCENE #14:

SCENE #14:. THE FOREX MARKET. CLOSES. TOMORROW EVENING. OPENS UP. BACK ON MONDAY. 36 HOURS OF NO TRADE. ENJOY NO TRADE. SO THIS WEEK. WHAT HAPPENED. I STARTED A NEW JOB ASSIGNMENT. TWELVE HOUR SHIFTS. HAD TO GET ADEQUATE REST. WENT TO THE HOSPITAL YESTERDAY. MY TRADES SHOULD PERFORM BETTER. OFF OF THE STRENGTH OF THAT. ENERGY WISE. FOCUS WISE. KARMA. WORK ETHIC WISE. THEY HAD TO CUT ME. IN THE MOST GENTLE AREA. EVER. NEEDLED ME TWICE FIRST. SO DURING THE WEEK. IN TRADING. AFTER THE MARKET OPENED ON SUNDAY. I WENT INTO BUYS. ON FOREIGN AND FOREIGN. IT HAD BOUGHT UP BY MONDAY. THEN WAS WHEN WE NEEDED TO SELL. WE DIDN'T SELL. NOW IT'S SELLING. WE CONTINUED TO OBSERVE. WE CONTINUED TO OBSERVE SPECIFICS. ONE SPECIFIC. THE USD PAIRINGS. MOVE AFTER OR BEFORE. THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN. EURGBP. AUDCHF. AUDNZD. WE TRADED THOSE PAIRS AS WELL. AS WELL AS GBPUSD. EURUSD. IS NEXT. THE USD PAIRINGS. ALLOW US TO. TRACK THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN. THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN PAIRS. ALLOW US. TO TRACK THE USD PAIRINGS. WE ARE HEDGING. TRADING DIFFERENT TIME ZONE CURRENCIES. THE CURRENCIES OF EACH TIME ZONE. THIS IS HOW OUR WEEK HAS BEEN. HASN'T BEEN TERRIBLE. THANK GOD. WE LOOK TO FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK. WE LOOK FORWARD THE 36 HOURS OF NO TRADE. WE WILL BE WORKING DURING THE THREE DAYS. THE FOREX MARKET CLOSES AND RE OPENS. MONDAY WE ARE OFF. TO TRADE AND SWITCH OVER. NOW. WE HAVE SWITCHED OVER. INTO BUYS. ON NZDUSD AND AUDUSD. ON THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN. GBPEUR EURGBP. SELLING. 86600. AUDCHF. SELLING 62600. USD. SELLING. 29400. 29300.29200. ON WEDNESDAY. GBPUSD. 27500. WE WATCHED IT RISE TO 29400 BY TODAY. THURSDAY. TODAY IS THURSDAY. BY THURDAY. WE WATCHED THE GBPUSD RISE $20 PER TRADE. SMALLEST LOT SIZE. SMALLEST AMOUNT. OF LEVERAGE PUT DOWN. IMAGINE 5 TRADES. GBPUSD. THRU OUT THE WEEK. THE PRICE OF NZDUSD IS 65900. TOUCHING 66 PENNIES. 66000 POINTS. AUDUSD. THE SAME RATE. TRAVELLING AS. NZDUSD. THREE THOUSAND POINTS. BEHIND. 62950. 63000. THE ZERO POINT. LAST NIGHT. WEDNESDAY NIGHT. WE WATCHED THE NZDUSD AND AUDUSD. WE WEREN NOT TRADING THEM. THEY WERE RISING TO 66200. 63200. WE WERE NOT SURE IF THEY WOULD RISE TO 66500. 63500. WE FORGOT ABOUT LAST WEEK. THURSDAY. THE USD PAIRINGS. ROSE TO THE 200 POINTS. OVER THE ZERO POINT. THEN DROPPED UNTIL THE MARKET RE OPENED. BY FRIDAY. THE USD PAIRINGS. MAY BE. AT THE 700 POINT MARK. BELOW THE CLOSEST ZERO POINT. UNDER THE NEXT ZERO POINT. THE GBPUSD. DEFINITELY. HAS MY FULL ATTENTION. CATCH IT DOWN. BACK $20 PER TRADE. CATCH 5 TRADES ON THE WAY DOWN. 

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10:16PM EST - 10:17PM EST
THURSDAY MARCH 5TH, 2020
3.5.2020
R.I.P. TO MY UNCLE DEREK
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SCENE #15:

SCENE #15:. THE MARKET. CLOSES. TOMORROW AT 5PM. THE GBPUSD. THE SURPRISE. THE SURPRISE OF THE WEEK. WE HAD NO IDEA. THE GBPUSD AND EURUSD MOVE MORE THAN 1000 POINTS. PER WEEK. EURUSD WAS AT. 1.14000. WENT TO 1.11 SOMETHING. NOW AT 1.12500 OR 300. TO BE HONEST WITH YOU. I HAVE MANY TRADES IN. SO I CAN GO IN AND OUT OF EACH ACCOUNT. CLOSING AND OPENING TRADES. NEW TRADES. NEW PAIRS. KEEPING THE SAME PAIRS. IN TOTAL. SWITCHING THE INDIVIDUAL TRADING ACCOUNTS. AROUND. FOR INSTANCE. EVENTUALLY STRUCTURING. AN ACCOUNT. FULL OF EACH CURRENCY YOU TRADE. THEN. AN ACCOUNT FOR. FOREIGN ON FOREIGNS. AUDNZD. EURGBP. AUDCHF. EURTRY. GBPTRY. JPYCAD. WE LOOK FORWARD TO. OBSERVING HOW THE TRADING GOES. FOR GBPUSD. THE NEWEST PAIR. AUDCHF. NEW PAIR. WE TRADED EURGBP BEFORE. WE ARE TRADING EURGBP. ONCE AGAIN. THE GBPUSD MOVES AT 2000 POINTS. PER SWING. THE EURUSD. MAY MOVE 2500-3000 POINTS. PER SWING. $25-$30. PER TRADE. 5 TRADES FOR EURUSD AND GBPUSD. EACH. $100. EACH.GBPUSD AND EURUSD. COULD HONESTLY BE. 20,000 POINTERS. PER SWING. 10 TRADES. EURUSD. TEN TRADES. GBPUSD. $200 PER SWING. PER CURRENCY PAIR. $500. PER SWING. BACK AND FORTH. BETWEEN. EURUSD. AND GBPUSD. THRU OUT THE WEEK. JUST THOSE TWO PAIRS ALONE. WHILE TRADING OTHER PAIRS. FOREIGN ON FOREIGNS. DOMESTIC ON FOREIGN. WE CAN REALLY TOUCH $2000-$5000 PER WEEK. TOTAL. WITH EURUSD AND GBPUSD. BEING THE PULL UP 20,000. 30,000. 40,000. 60,000. POINTS. IN JUMPERS. PULL UP JUMPERS. WRITING EVERYTHING DOWN. AS WE LEARN IT. SO IT GETS UPLOADED. PUBLISHED. THE DOCUMENTATION. NEVER PUBLICIZED. HIDDEN. IN PLAIN SIGHT. 

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11:25PM EST - 12:00AM EST
3.5.2020
THURSDAY MARCH 5TH, 2020
R.I.P. TO MY UNCLE DEREK.
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SCENE 16: SCENE 16:. NOW. BACK TO THE STOCK MARKET. THE FOREX MARKET. IS ONE HALF OF THE COIN. THE QUARTER MILLION DOLLAR COIN. A QUARTER MILLION. WORTH OF COINS. BACK AND FORTH. LEARN TO FOREX TRADE. TRADING CURRENCY. LEARN WHAT INDUSTRIES. TO INVEST. TRADING PROFITS. INTO. STOCK MARKET WISE. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN. LEARN TO TRADE. LEARN WHAT TO HOLD. CURRENCY AND STOCKS. CURRENCY VS. STOCKS. CURRENCIES VS. CURRENCIES. IN ORDER TO. PURCHASE TO HOLD. BUYING STOCKS. IN EMERGING INDUSTRIES. BIO TECHNOLOGY. BIO METRICS. ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ROBOTICS. ENTERPRISING SOFTWARE. FIVE G. QUANTUM COMPUTING. AUTONOMOUS VEHICLE TECHNOLOGY. COGNITIVE SCIENCE. PSYCHO TECHNOLOGY. TECHNOSOPHY. TRANSHUMAN INDUSTRIES. VIRTUAL REALITY. FULLY IMMERSIVE. VIRTUAL REALITY. NEURO SCIENCE. BIO SCIENCE. NANO TECHNOLOGY. CYBER NETICS. CYBER SECURITY. CRYPTO CURRENCY. BIONICS. MYO ELECTRIC PROSTHETICS. SEGUE SHIP. ON BOARD. TRADINGVIEW WEBSITE. THE DOT COM. TYPE IN NANO TECHNOLOGY. TYPE IN NNVC. NAOV. NANO VERICIDES. NANO VIBRONIX. TWO NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANIES. AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE. ABOVE THE PRICE. IS AN INDEX OF HYPERLINKS. CLICK EACH ONE. IN A NEW TAB. MARKETS. US. STOCKS. TECH SECTOR. IT WILL NARROW IT AND BROADEN IT FOR YOU. YOU CLICK EACH ONE. IT BROADENS OR NARROWS YOUR SEARCH. NOW YOU HAVE A DATABASE. OF ALL OF THE AVAILABLE STOCKS. IN ANY INDUSTRY. RELATED TO YOUR INDUSTRY. OF RESEARCH. YOU HAVE A SCOPE NOW. YOU HAVE THE SCOPE NOW. BROADEN THE CIRCLE OF THE HOLDINGS. THE WATCHLIST. BROADEN IT. NARROW IT. AT WILL. CONSTANTLY. THIS IS BY FAR. THE BEST WAY. I HAVE FOUND. TO DISCOVER NEW STOCKS. IN THE PARTICULAR INDUSTRIES. I AM LOOKING INTO. IN ONE LIST. A BUNCH OF LISTS. THEN THE FOREX TRADING. WHEN THE PROFITS ROLL IN. THE TRADING PROFITS. GO TO. THE HOLDING PORTFOLIO. TO CATCH UP. TO HAVE $100,000 INVESTED IN STOCKS PERIOD. THAT IS SUCCESS. FROM WHERE I AM NOW. HAVE $100K IN FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING PLATFORM. $100K IN STOCK TRADING PLATFORM. $100K IN STOCK HOLDING ACCOUNT. $100K IN VARIOUS BONDS. $100K IN CERTIFICATE OF DEPOSITS. $100K IN CASH RESERVE. $100K IN BANK ACCOUNTS. $10,000 PER ACCOUNT. ART. WE ARE GOING TO BUY ART. A WAY NO ONE ELSE BUYS IT. WE WILL FIGURE IT OUT. TO AMASS IPO ART. A WAY TO FIND BRAND NEW ART. FIND THE CIRCUITS FOR BRAND NEW ART. BUY ALL OF THE ART. AS SOON AS IT COMES OUT. BUY AS MANY OF THEM. AS SOON AS THEY ARE AVAILABLE. CONQUER THE CIRCUITS. IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN BIDDING WARS. YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK. YOU BETTER BEAT THEM. THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY. WILLING TO BATTLE YOU. IN A BIDDING WAR. FOR THE SAME IPO ART. MAYBE. THEY THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THEY KNOW. YOU DON'T. BUT YOU DO. THEY DON'T KNOW THAT. AND THEN THEY DO. $100,000 IN ART PAINTINGS. NOW. HOW MANY PIECES OF ART. CAN YOU GET. FOR $100K? ESPECIALLY IF YOU CAN ONLY BID ON ART. YOU WOULD HAVE TO. HAVE $100K FOR BIDDING ON ART. THEN $100K. FOR BUYING THE ART ELSEWHERE. AT ONE SALES PRICE. 

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5:45AM EST - 6:37AM EST
SATURDAY MARCH 28TH, 2020
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SCENE #17:

 SCENE #17:. THE KEY TO THE FOREX TRADING. THE KEYS ARE IN THE CHART. THE FOREX CHARTS ON TRADINVIEW, HAVE NUMBERS. NUMBERS FOR YOU TO PLAY. YOU PLAY THESE NUMBERS. THE FOREX MARKET IS OPEN FOR 120 HOURS STRAIGHT. THE NUMBERS ON THE CHART, WILL EVENTUALLY HIT. JACKPOT. CA-CHING CA-CHIING? YES. DOUBLE. DOUBLE. DOUBLE - DOUBLE. IT TOOK ME ONE YEAR AND TEN MONTHS TO REALIZE. REALIZING WHEN WE FIRST STARTED TRADING CURRENCY, IN JUNE 2018, WE WERE SETTING PARAMETERS USING SWIPE TRADE. THE TIME INBETWEEN THEN AND NOW, WE WERE MARKET EXECUTIONING TRADES. JUST WATCHING TRADES DOUBLE. DOUBLE UNTIL THEY DIED. WE NEVER TOOK THEM OFF OF THE TABLE. THE TRADES. THE PROFITS. THE TRADE'S PROFITS. WE WANTED TO KNOW IT'S SCHEDULE. IN RETROSPECT, THE BEST WAY TO KNOW WHEN IT DOES IT, IS JUST TO PUT THE PENDING BUY OR SELL LIMIT IN AS A TRADE. OPPOSED TO MARKET EXECUTION AS THE ENTRY POINT, WITH NO EXIT POINT. AKA THE TAKE PROFIT. FOLLOW THE CHART. WHATEVER THE CHART SAYS, PLACE THE ORDER. WHEN ANOTHER TRADINGVIEW TRADER GIVES AN IDEA, PLACE ONE ORDER WITH THEIR PARAMETERS. WHATEVER THEIR STOP LOSS IS, THAT IS YOUR ENTRY POINT. NORMALLY I THOUGHT STOP LOSS WAS MORE LIKE THE AMOUNT AFTER WHAT YOU SET YOU'RE WILLING TO LOSE. OR IT CRASHES. I DON'T SET STOP LOSSES ON THE TEN DOLLAR ACCOUNT. IT'S TOO SMALL TO GUARANTEE EQUITY FOR ANOTHER TRADE. MAKE YOUR ENTRY POINT THE STOP LOSS. THAT'S THE BEST STOP LOSS. IT IS A DAM SHAME IT TOOK THIS LONG. TO FIGURE THE FOREX MARKET KEY IS TO FOLLOW THE CHART TOOK TWO YEARS. I AM SO GRATEFUL TO GOD HE GAVE ME THE ANSWERS. I ALWAYS HAD FAITH. I WAS ONCE AGAIN, THREE FEET AWAY FROM GOLD. THE TRADING STRATEGY I EMPLOYED DURING THE FIRST WEEK OF CURRENCY TRADING, WAS THE ANSWER ALL ALONG. SWIPE TRADES. BUT SWIPE TRADES THE CHART. FOUR HOUR AND DAILY. HOURLY AND WEEKLY. THE MONTHLY. ENTERING THE TRADE AT THE END OF ONE SIDE OF THE BAR. IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. UP UNTIL THE OPPOSITE END OF THE BAR. THEN BACK AND FORTH. R.I.P. TUPAC AMARU. I THANK GOD SO MUCH, FOR THIS SINGLE OPPORTUNITY. 

DISCLAIMER: As someone in their late teenage years, many of these mistakes have been made, and most of them have been learned from experience. This guide has been created to help educate anyone involved with drugs on how to best protect themselves against law enforcement, and to do this for a very, long time. However, despite this probably being the quickest and easiest method to generate money, the risk far outweighs the reward. You can put your family, friendships and personal life in jeopardy, and you will have to rely on too many stupid people not to get caught. If you or your friends don't mind that, then read this before you do:

General statements

-Keep business and personal life separate. This will depend on the anonymity of your business life. For example, keep your family separate by fabricating an alternate persona for your business life.
-Don't get high off your own supply. Consuming your own product may reduce any profits you make. For example, you buy a bag of product but inject it all in one day, now you don't have enough money to buy more needles and expand your business.
-Frequently test your product. Failure to do so in an unregulated business may eventually result in overdose, arrest and death. For example, you decide to sell a new batch of product your supplier has cut without reagent testing, and you are later arrested because your customer died of a fatal substance interaction.
-Invest and sell in bulk. Only invest in large quantities of product that have the highest profit margins and rate of purchase, while reducing the customer base to bulk buyers. For example, products bought in bulk such as benzodiazepines, cannabis, opiates and amphetamines will generate the most income.
-Trust no one. Don't engage in activities that require trust such as fronting people anything like money, or product. For example, if a junkie can't afford his addiction, don't fuel his debt.
-Loose lips sink ships. Unnecessary disclosure of sensitive information can be used as evidence against you. For example, your customers think it is okay to short change you because you've boasted to them about how many gucci belts you own and how much money you earn.
-Don't shit where you eat. Everything relating to your business should be dumped off your property or destroyed. For example, you should never be vulnerable if you get raided.
-Better safe than sorry. Never get comfortable, always analyse and improve your security. For example, imagine you are the prosecutor looking for holes in your defence in court.
-The aim of the game is to have no name. Make it known to your associates that you will not do business with anyone who discloses your name or any sensitive information. Cut everyone off who does, as this presents a major security issue for you. For example, if you have any unknown contacts for your business, then that is an indication you need to cut off one of your associates.
-Ignorance is bliss. The less you pretend to know about anything related to your business, the better. For example, intent to possess or sell product is usually required for law enforcement to charge you with an offence.

Transactions

-Only do business with virtually untraceable currency, such as cash or bitcoin. This will prevent law enforcement from using money as evidence for any purchase or sale of illicit products. For example, any cash that is seized by law enforcement requires evidence to determine if it is illegal money.
-Never let anyone know your property. This is because your property will link back to your personal life and compromise your anonymity. For example, no one should know where you live, what car you drive or firearm you possess.
-Never handover product first, without the handover of money. Customer could receive product without releasing funds. For example, you give a crack-head a bag of product and he runs away with it.
-Don't do business with anyone you don't know. A verification system must be used to qualify people as associates such as customers, suppliers or employees, where a person requires at least one successful transaction to be able to make direct purchases or sales, and people without verification should not be able to contact you. For example, you can be relatively certain that a potential customer is legitimate if they have made a successful transaction.
-Use third parties and dead-drops for high risk transactions. These techniques make it difficult for law enforcement to create links because they separate you from any transaction. For example, your middleman was able to retrieve your product because law enforcement did not have the resources to constantly surveil the dead-drop.
-Never come under control by other people's property. Doing so reduces the chance of you being able to escape a robbery or arrest. This includes things such as cars and houses. For example, you give money to a person inside his car in exchange for product, then he hands you a bag of dog biscuits and drives away.
-Dictate the location/time of every transaction. This reduces the chances of being robbed or arrested. For example, choosing a time closer to a transaction, and a location further away from a station would give less time for law enforcement to act.
-Keep all transactions public and discrete. This reduces your chances of getting robbed. For example, think of creative ways to make a transaction in public more appropriate and efficient.
-Don't use your vehicles for business. Vehicles have number plates which can be traced back to you through registration. For example, you can get pulled over and charged by law enforcement should there have been reasonable suspicion to search it.

Communication

Don't use unencrypted or any particularly insecure methods of communication. This includes anything that can be used to identify you with your business, such as mobile phone numbers, email services and social media. For example, you were arrested because your phone was tapped by law enforcement while under investigation, or you were caught selling product online when Facebook granted law enforcement access to your account.
-Force any encryption onto electronic communication between yourself and anyone related to your business. This includes customers, suppliers and employees. For example, you can use encrypted anonymity tools for communication such as Tor and Wickr to conduct business.
-It is best only with verified associates to discuss sensitive information in person. Using electronic communication in this case is more vulnerable than communicating face-to-face, given that you can't be certain of who is on the other side. For example, it is important to treat personal communication as a layer of security if you have reason to believe your electronic methods of communication have been compromised.
-Never leave any electronic device to hibernate while you are accessing sensitive information related to your business. Other people can retrieve your sensitive information from devices such as computers, phones, hardrives or tablets while you are not present. For example, a house mate gains access to your sensitive information because you left your laptop to hibernate while you went to the toilet.
-Use a logless VPN to change your IP address (physical location) to hide from your ISP (internet service provider) from your electronic devices when in use. This is so that your communications and browsing history cannot be linked with any of your business online. For example, accessing the same website through both business and personal ISP accounts without a VPN may link your personal internet traffic history to your business activity elsewhere, making you a potential suspect for law enforcement.

Evidence

-Don't store your entire stash on your property. Even if the stealth was so impeccable that you could not find its location yourself, drug dogs in a search warrant will.
-Keep all things related to packaging hidden and separate from product when not in use. This is so that they cannot be identified by law enforcement and linked with the sale of product. For example, written documents, clip seal bags, scales, mail, cutting agents, heat sealing devices and drug paraphernalia.
-Ensure product during processing is disposable at all times. You should be able to dispose of product in the process of packaging before law enforcement can get to it. For example, you flushed the product down a toilet or sink before police could seize it during a raid.
-Move stash frequently. Repeated visits to your stash creates a pattern which can be traced if you are under investigation by law enforcement. For example, the police followed you to your stash from home, planted cameras near your stash and acquired evidence for the stash being in your possession.
-Don't let anyone else apart from yourself know where your stash is located. Doing so will most likely result in a robbery, and it can also result in your arrest if that person became a police informant. For example, your stash goes missing, your employee gets arrested or robbed, unable to return funds or product, and snitched on you after having informed him where your stash was located.
-Wear gloves, hairnets and long cloths when handling business. Biometric evidence such as fingerprints, hair follicles and skin can be used to gather evidence for possession of product. For example, your fingerprints on that bag of product is evidence of you possessing it.
Destroy (wipe) all digital evidence after use. You can wipe hardrives clean with programs such as DBAN, and wipe any digital documents and photo metadata with software like Tails, and learn how to factory reset your mobile devices. Ideally, all digital information must be temporary, amnesic and self-destructing.
-Destroy (burn) all physical evidence after use. Do not dispose of evidence inside your property's garbage bins, as it is routine for law enforcement to search them. For example, if you dispose of evidence such as clip seal plastic bags and documents in your bins, it could be used against you as evidence after law enforcement have collected it during a search warrant.
-Regularly wipe electronic devices that may contain information related to your business. This is so that law enforcement can't use that evidence against you if they have a search warrant to seize and analyze your digital belongings.
-Build a team that live in the same property. Living with other people that work for you increases business availability, and ambiguity for the prosecution after a search warrant. For example, any product found requires evidence such as fingerprints to discover who exactly is in possession of it.
-Remove all physical and digital evidence from property if you believe you are under law enforcement investigation. You must take every precaution necessary so that law enforcement cannot find a shred of evidence of your illegal activity if they execute a search warrant. For example, the prosecutor couldn't press charges on you because they found no evidence to support their case.

Game over

-Don't talk to police. Anything you say can and will be used as evidence against you. Suppose you said everything right, talking to law enforcement is still a no win situation. For example, you could have said everything right in the police interrogation, but the prosecution can still claim that you weren't cooperative since you had essentially denied everything.
-Know your rights. State nothing except for your name, date of birth, and right to silence and an attorney when being interrogated by law enforcement. You will most likely incriminate yourself if you fail to do so. For example, police stopped questioning you when you exercised your right to silence and an attorney.
-You know nothing. Do not admit to knowing or remembering anything. For example, if law enforcement ask you if you remember anything about a package they found in your property during a search warrant, your defence can be a complete lack of knowledge and intent for such a claim.
-Play dumb. You don't know or understand anything about the law, the morality in breaking it or the likely risk of engaging in activities that do. The less culpable (guilty), and the more naive you are about the law, the better chance you have of winning in court. For example, defences such as mental insanity and impairment are successful when the defendant demonstrates that he does not understand the morality of the charges.
-Don't appear guilty. Become void of all body language as not to raise suspicion of your guilt. For example, defensive postures, eyes that stray left and right and feet that point toward the door are all signs of guilt that law enforcement will detect. Leave all emotions out of the process, especially guilt. For example, you confessed in an investigation room because you broke down after being told how many years in jail you're apparently going to serve, and that all further charges would be dropped if you confessed. Don't be that guy.

You're in trouble

-Don't talk to federal agents. Say nothing of substance; anything you do say can be falsified, editoralized or misinterpreted. Believe it or not, at this level law enforcement are willing to lie in order to convict you. For example, a federal agent tells you that you won't hear from them again if you cooperate with police, then you get a call later from a prosecutor detailing your court date.
-You are guilty until proven innocent. The investigation process is no longer about guilt or innocence. For example, federal agents at this level care more about catching you out on a lie than determining your innocence.
-Don't deny anything or behave surreptitiously. Anything you say is now open to further investigation. For example, federal agents opened up an investigation on your associates because you avoided sharing information about them.
-Always divert federal agents to your lawyer. Whether they are dropping their business cards on your car window, turning up to your front door, or in an interview with you, always have a lawyer to engage them on your behalf. For example, a federal agent threatens you with a grand jury-subpoena if you do not talk, you tell them to address your lawyer about it.
-Record any encounters you have with federal agents. The only advantage you have over them is relying on their ability to lie or make errors, since they are not legally allowed to record you, other than in their peer reviewed notes.
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER NINE: THE INTERNET OF VALUE

 THE SCARIEST CHAPTER OF ALL. THIS IS WHERE THE TWO OTHER CONTEMPORARIES ARE EATEN. THEY ARE GONE CHILDREN. CHILDREN THEY ARE GONE. THESE CONTEMPORARIES ARE NO MORE. THE SCARIEST ASPECT OF THE ECONOMIC SYSTEM IN WHICH WE LIVE, IS THE FACT NO ONE CARES. THIS ECONOMIC SYSTEM IS SET UP, FOR NO ONE TO CARE. EVER. NO ONE IS EVER SUPPOSED TO CARE. WE ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY, NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY IT THRU ACTION. BY PUTTING THE TIGHT SQUEEZE ON US ALL, ECONOMICALLY, WE ARE SUBDUED WITHOUT STRATEGY. WITHOUT STRATEGY, WE ARE SUBDUED. WHAT WE ALL NEED IS A LITTLE STRATEGY. THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW. ECONOMICALLY, WHAT'S AN ANALOGY FOR THIS, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, I CAN MUSTER? THE HOUSE OF STRAW IS DEPENDING ON SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY FOR FINANCIAL SECURITY AND ECONOMIC BLISS. SLAVE WAGES JUST MEANS ANY INCOME DERIVED FROM ECONOMICAL SLAVERY. WE ARE FORCED TO FIND WAGES OR SALARY SOMEWHERE, FOR WE AIM TO LIVE UNDER A ROOF, SOMEWHERE. IN THIS REGARD WE ARE FORCED TO ECONOMICALLY PAY FOR EVERYTHING WE USE. ONE DAY WE GOT CHARGED FOR AIR AND THEN ONLY THE "HAD IT'S" HAD IT. IT WAS A CRYING SHAME. OUT LOUD. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY OF THE HIGH PRICED SLAVE. WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN HERE, WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN IN THE NEXT PART OF THIS PART, OR WE CAN BOTH. YOU GO TO COLLEGE AFTER HIGH SCHOOL. CHRONOLOGICALLY SPEAKING. AFTER HIGH SCHOOL, AT ANY TIME YOU CAN ATTEND COLLEGE. YOU ATTEND COLLEGE. FOR WHAT INDUSTRY? WHAT SPECIALTY? FOR WHAT REASON? IF STUDYING ACCOUNTING, WHY? TO GET A JOB AS AN ACCOUNTANT? IF SO, THEN FOR HOW LONG? NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION THE COLLEGE DEGREE IS IN, NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION YOU ARE IN, WITHOUT CREATING SUCCESSFUL AND PROFITABLE BUSINESSES AND OR INVESTMENT PORTFOLIOS, THE BIG BAD WOLF CAN STILL GET YOU. BASED ONLY ON CERTAIN FACTORS. CERTAIN FACTORS IN LIFE CAN BRING THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM CLOSER THAN CLOSE. WE DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANY STRAW HOUSES RAVAGED BY ECONOMIC LIONS. STRAW HOUSES AREN'T THE SAFEST WAY. WE DO NOT WANT TO BE TOO VIVID. NOT HERE AND NOT NOW. THIS IS NOT THE TIME OR THE PLACE, TO GO INTO SUCH DETAIL. THE WOLVES ARE OUT. THE LIONS ARE IN. THE STRAW HOUSE LOOKED TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS. IT WAS JUST STRAW. HERE'S WHY. THE SILVER LINING. THE MONEY IN WHICH YOU EARN FROM WAGES OR SALARY, IS A JOKE. THE PUNCHLINE IS, INVESTING PORTFOLIOS AND SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSES ARE THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP UP WITH INFLATION. THE DOLLARS ARE INFLATED. YOU HAVE TO PUT THE PURCHASING POWER INTO YOUR DOLLAR YOURSELF. IF THE DOLLAR IS WORTH TEN CENTS, YOU BETTER HAVE AN ECONOMIC EARNING POWER OF TIMES TEN. WE'RE SAYING NOTHING MORE THAN THAT PEOPLE. THE DOLLAR YOU WORSHIP ISN'T WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS ALL A JOKE. A TERRIBLE LIE. A TERRIBLE LIE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. THE STUDY OF MONEY WILL TURN INTO A COMEDY SHOW, EITHER WAY. EITHER YOU DO NOT STUDY MONEY THEN THE JOKE MAY BE ON YOU. IF YOU DO STUDY MONEY, YOU MAY LAUGH AT WHAT YOU FIGURE OUT. THE OBSERVATIONS YOU MAKE INSIDE OF THESE STUDY SESSIONS MIGHT AROUSE YOUR INTELLECT. ECONOMIC EARNING POWER WILL KEEP AWAY THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM. GETTING THE DEGREE TO INVEST THOSE EARNINGS INTO BUSINESSES IN THE INDUSTRY YOU WANT TO START AND OR INVESTING PORTFOLIOS YOU BUILD FROM SCRATCH, USING INFORMATION YOU FIND IN PLACES OF VALUE. 

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1:24PM EST - 2:15PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY BIRTHDAY QQ.
THE 10TH BIRTHDAY OF QUE HARRIS JR.
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THE THREE LITTLE HAMBURGERS: CHAPTER TEN: 1914 DOLLARS

THE HOUSE OF STICKS, ON THE DAY THE WOLF SYSTEM CAME KNOCKING. OWNING A BUSINESS OR MANY DIFFERENT BUSINESSES IS A SUREFIRE WAY, TO KEEP THE WOLF SYSTEM AWAY. THE KEY POINT TO OWNING AND CREATING BUSINESSES IS HOWEVER, FOR THE BUSINESS ITSELF TO PROSPER FROM CREATING PROFITS. SO WHEN THE WOLF SYSTEM COMES, YOU WILL NEED TO HAVE THEIR MONEY. THIS IS THE ONLY REASON, THIS OPTION OF THE STICK HOUSE, ISN'T THE BEST OPTION. IT IS HALF THE BEST OPTION. IT IS ONE OF THE BEST THREE WAYS TO AVOID THE WOLF SYSTEM. THE WOLF SYSTEM CAN NOT BE AVOIDED THRU THE ECONOMIC STRAW HOUSE BUILDING PROGRAM. THIS IS NO ECONOMIC PROGRAM AT ALL. THE STRAW HOUSE ECONOMIC PROGRAM IS ONLY THE BEST OPTION, WHEN THE BUSINESSES CREATED, BRING IN ENOUGH PROFIT TO PAY THE WOLF SYSTEM OFF COMPLETELY. REMEMBER, THE WOLF SYSTEM IS ALSO THE RETIREMENT ISSUE. ANY ECONOMIC ISSUE YOU WILL EVER FACE IS THE BIG AND BADDEST WOLF OF ALL. THEY ARE ALL ECONOMIC LITTLE WOLVES. EVERY BILL IS A LITTLE WOLF. IN THIS LIFE, THEY DO NOT GIVE US ANYTHING, BUT BILLS. THE ONLY HANDOUTS WE ARE GIVEN ARE BILLS. THE STRAW HOUSE MUST BE CONVERTED INTO A STICK HOUSE. THE STICK MUST BE CONVERTED TO A BRICK HOUSE OR A LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE MUST BE A LOG CABIN. IF YOU CAN TURN THE STICK HOUSE INTO AN ECONOMIC LOG CABIN, THEN IT IS THE BEST. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, IS THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, FOR IT RELIES ON PASSIVE AND RESIDUAL INCOME. ONE OF THE REASONS, ARTISTS ARE ARTISTS AS A CAREER, IS THE RESIDUAL AND PASSIVE INCOME ASPECT. THE PASSIVE INCOME IS GENERATED THRU SYNDICATION AND SALES OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. FOR THE ARTIST, THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE AND LOG CABIN ARE THE BEST OPTION. ANY SLAVE WAGES, YOU WOULD WANT TO INVEST THEM IN THE MONEY MARKETS. YOU WOULD HAVE TO WORK YOUR WAY UP THRU OUT THE ENTIRE MONEY MARKET SYSTEM. THE MONEY MARKETS. THE MONEY MARKETS, PERIOD. START OFF WITH BONDS, STOCKS, SECURED CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT LINES. CRYPTO CREDIT LINES, POWERED BY CRYPTO CURRENCY. CRYPTO CURRENCY, IS A NEW FORM OF CURRENCY. THE OLD FORM OF CURRENCY WAS SALT. SODIUM. BACK IN THE DAY, THROWING SALT, WAS MAKING IT RAIN. "OH YOU ARE THROWING SALT, YOU MUST GOT IT?" THROWING SALT BACK IN THE DAY WAS THROWING MONEY AROUND. KIND OF FUNNY. THE MORE RECENT OF CURRENCY WAS THE PAPER DOLLAR. FROM THE HISTORICAL PERSPECTIVE CHRONOLOGICALLY, THE PAPER FORM OF CURRENCY WAS THE RISKIEST FORM. ANY FORM BEFORE PAPER WAS MEDIEVAL, BORDERLINE PRIMEVAL. FOR ANY CURRENCY USED BEFORE PAPER CURRENCY, TO BE SEEN AS RISKY AS PAPER CURRENCY HAS BECOME, WOULD APPEAR OUTLANDISH IN NATURE. EXTREMELY OUTLANDISH. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OUTLANDISH. THEREFORE MY GOOD PEOPLE, WE ARE OFFICIALLY OUT IN THE OUT LANDS. DUE TO THE FACT THE PAPER CURRENCY, NOW FIAT CURRENCY, IS WORTH LESS THAN IT WAS WHEN IT WAS BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE FIAT DOLLAR, USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING. THE FIAT DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING VALUABLE IN NATURE. VALUABLE BY NATURE, WAS SOMETHING ONCE BACKING THE AMERICAN DOLLAR. IT IS A CAPRICORNIC SHAME, NIXON DECOUPLED THE GOLD FROM THE DOLLAR IN 1971. THE DOLLAR HASN'T BEEN BACKED BY GOLD SINCE 1913. IN 1914, $110 IS WORTH $2826.71. IN 1914, $33.00 IS WORTH $848.01. THE PURCHASING POWER OF THE DOLLAR WAS $848 PER $33. $1 IS WORTH $25 IN 1914. 1914 DOLLARS. 

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3:19PM EST - 4:27PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY TO QQ
QUE HARRIS JR.
I LOVE YOU QQ!!!
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE CONCLUSION

THE CONCLUSION TO THE SHORT STORY, NARRATED BY THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL SHATTERED GLASS. NARRATED BY THE VOICE UTTERING THE WORDS BREAKING THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL WALL OF GLASS. THE GLASS WALL. WHEN YOU DISCUSS THE TRUTH OF ECONOMICS AND FINANCES, IT IS SIMILAR TO BREAKING THE 4D GLASS WALL. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG. PIGGIE NUMERO TRES. MOURNS THE ECONOMIC FATES OF NUMEROS DOS Y TRES. THE SECOND AND FIRST LITTLE PIG, NOW BELONG TO THE WOLF. THE WOLF ATE THEM CHILDREN. THE HOUSE OF STRAW CAN BE CONVERTED TO THE STICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE LOG CABIN OF ECONOMIC EXPANSION. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE LIQUIDATED, IN EXCHANGE FOR THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE IS USING WAGES AND SALARY TO PAY BILLS. THE BILLS BEING PAID NOW ARE SOLELY CONTINGENT UPON THE WAGES AND SALARY. THE WAY YOU HAVE LEARNED TO SURVIVE FINANCIALLY, THIS WAY, IS DEPENDENCY ON WAGES OR SALARY. EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG IS OF EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG, PAYS HIS BILLS, EVERY MONTH, ALL OF THEM. IF THE ONLY WAY THE FIRST LITTLE PIG'S BILLS ARE PAID, DEPENDS ONLY ON THE WAGES AND OR SALARY, OH BOY. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT OF ROCKY WATERS. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT, INSIDE ROCKY WATERS. OF COURSE THE WATER IS MURKY. OF COURSE THE WATER IS DEEP. OF COURSE THERE ARE ANIMALS IN THE WATERS. THEY CALL THEM FISH. OF COURSE SOME OF THESE FISH EAT OTHER FISH. THEY CALL THOSE PREDATORS. OF COURSE THERE ARE PREDACIOUS FISH IN THESE WATERS. AND FINALLY, OF COURSE THESE FISH ARE CIRCLING YOUR BOAT. SOME IN HOPES OF NOT BEING EATEN. SOME IN HOPES OF EATING YOUR BOAT AND EVERYTHING INSIDE OF IT. FOR YOUR BOAT IS IN THE WATER. THE WATER BELONGS TO THE PREDATORS. ONLY THE PREDATORS ARE SAFE IN THE WATER. UNLESS THERE'S A NET. A WHOLE DIFFERENT TYPE OF PREDATOR, YET AND STILL, ANOTHER PREDATOR. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG IS SAFE. THE SECOND LITTLE PIG PAID HIS BILLS FROM HIS BUSINESS. THE BUSINESS PROFITS CAN GO INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE BUSINESS PROFITS ARE TO BE RE INVESTED INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO CONSISTS OF ANY INVESTMENTS. EVEN OTHER BUSINESSES THAT CAN GENERATE PROFITS WITHOUT YOU. THIS IS THE POINT. TO BE ABLE TO REAP THE EARNED REWARDS OF INVESTING IN A COMPANY OR BUSINESS, CAPABLE OF OPERATING WITHOUT YOU. IT JUST NEEDS YOUR MONEY. JOBS JUST NEED YOUR TIME. YOU JUST NEED YOUR JOB'S PAYCHECK FOR SLAVING SERVICES RENDERED. YOU MAY NOT LOVE YOUR JOB. YOUR JOB MAY NOT LOVE YOU EITHER. YOU MIGHT WISH YOU COULD LIVE FOR FREE. YOUR JOB MIGHT WISH THEY COULD WORK YOU FOREVER UNTIL DEATH FOR FREE. YOU MAY YEARN FOR HIGHER WAGES OR INCREASED SALARY PAY. YOUR PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT MAY WISH THOSE DAYS NEVER EVEN SEE THE LIGHT OF NIGHT. OWNING A BUSINESS IS GREAT. BEING FORCED TO RELY SOLELY ON THIS ONE BUSINESS FOR ALL OF YOUR PROFITS, MAY NOT BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST. UNLESS YOUR BEST ATTRIBUTE AS A PERSON IS THE ACQUISITION OF PURE PROFIT. I DON'T DOUBT YOU. I PRAY YOU ARE AS ECONOMICALLY GEARED TOWARDS ATTAINING AS MUCH PROFIT, AS I EVER AIM TO. OWNING A BUSINESS AND AN INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THIS IS THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE IS OWNING A BUSINESS. THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN IS OWNING A BUSINESS AND THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE IS THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO OWNERSHIP PROGRAM. THESE ARE ALL FINANCIAL PROGRAMS. THE FIRST FINANCIAL PROGRAM, THE STRAW HOUSE, WAS SET UP TO WORK AGAINST YOU. THE STRAW MAN FOUNDATION IS NO FOUNDATION AT ALL. GAMBLING EVERY THING ON EARNED INCOME. YOU CAN ONLY EARN THAT INCOME, THAT WAY, FOR SO LONG. WHETHER IN A CAREER FOR THREE DECADES OR FOUR. SOUNDS LIKE A LOT. THREE OR FOUR DECADES PRODUCING EARNED INCOME, IN THE FORM OF WAGES, POSSIBLY MINIMUM DUE TO LACK OF DEGREE OR SKILL CERTIFICATIONS; VOCATIONAL DEPRIVATION. THE SECOND FINANCIAL PROGRAM SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM COMPARED TO THE STRAW HOUSE. THIS IS HOW THEY GET YOU. THEY DON'T TELL YOU ABOUT THE DYNAMICS BEHIND THE STRAW HOUSE, THEY JUST SHOW YOU THE STRAW HOUSE. THEN THEY SHOW THE STICK HOUSE. EVERYONE IS PUSHED TOWARDS THE STICK, BY THE DESIRE TO NOT HAVE THE STRAW. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED FROM THE STRAW HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE HAS TWO FORMS OF STRAW. MOST PEOPLE YEARN FOR THEIR OWN BUSINESS OF SOME SORT. EVEN IF ONLY TO FULLY FUND THEIR HOBBIES. THEY DON'T TELL US, THE TOUR, IS OF THE STRAW HOUSE. THE FIRST FORM OF STRAW IS BUILT BY WAGES. THE SECOND STRAW FORM IS BUILT BY SALARY PAY. NO OVERTIME, JUST BONUSES AND RAISES FROM DEGREES OR ELSEWHERE. INTERNAL OR EXTERNAL RAISES. ANYONE INVOLVED IN BUSINESS KNOWS TO GO INTO BUSINESS FOR YOUR PASSION. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. ANY ONE GOING TO COLLEGE KNOWS TO GET A DEGREE IN THEIR FIELD OF PASSIONATE STUDY RATHER THAN FOR INCREASED SALARY. THE SALARY INCREASE WILL COME FROM YOUR PASSIONATE ENERGY. THE ENERGY WILL DRIVE YOU. IF FOR NOTHING ELSE, GO TO COLLEGE FOR FINANCIAL LITERACY. ACCOUNTING, BUSINESS, ECONOMICS, FINANCES. ANY COURSE TO PRIVY YOU TO BEING ECONOMICALLY SAVVY. WITH THE ECONOMIC SAV' YOU CAN ACHIEVE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS. THIS CONCEPT IS THE GOLDEN EGG LAYING GOOSE OF THIS PEN NAME'S CATALOGUE. THIS IS JUST BEGINNING YEAR ONE OF THE VANESSA BUNNI STALLONE COLLECTION. THE VBSC. WE ALL WANT OUR ECONOMIC FUTURES TO BE AS FINANCIALLY SAFE AND SECURED AS POSSIBLE. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. MEANING WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO WORK SO HARD TO GET TO SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS REQUIRE EVERY EFFORT. COMPARED TO THE WAGE STRAW HOUSE, THE SALARY STRAW HOUSE OR VOCATIONAL STRAW HOUSE, IS WHERE MOST CONTEMPORARIES RUN. IT IS EASY TO SEE WHY. REMEMBER SOCIAL TRAPS WHEN MAKING MOVES. WHEN MAKING PLANS FOR YOUR FINANCIAL FUTURE, KEEP IN MIND, THE VARIOUS ECONOMIC TRAPS SET FORTH BY THE ECONOMIC PREDATORS OF THE RULING CLASS. THERE IS WAY MORE THAN I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU. OBVIOUSLY I DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING I WANT TO TELL YOU. I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING. IT'S JUST NOT SAFE FOR ME. I'LL TELL YOU. BUT NOT NOW. NOT HERE EITHER. MAYBE IN A FEW VOLUMES WE WILL TOUCH ON IT AGAIN. THIS IS THE CONCLUSION. WHY WOULD I BRING UP A NEW TOPIC, ON THE CUSP OF CREATING ANOTHER SEGMENT TO ACCOMPANY THIS FIRST SEGMENT? IN HOPES OF WHAT? I HAVE A MEMORY OF SALEM HIGH 11TH GRADE LITERATURE TEACHER, MRS. HARTLEY. MANY MEMORIES OF HER, HERE IS ONE. IN THE FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY, THE CONCLUSION SHOULD CONTAIN A NEW CONCEPT, IDEA OR THOUGHT PATTERN. THE THINKING CLIFFHANGER. PONDER ON THE THOUGHT'S SEQUEL. AND JUST WHERE DID ALL OF THIS THINKING LEAD YOU? WHERE DID YOU FIND YOURSELF? THANK YOU SO MUCH, FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR IN VOLUME TWO. THE NEXT SEGMENT IN VOLUME TWO, WILL BE MOST LIKELY A FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. FOR A MOTION PICTURE, RADIO PLAY OR TELEVISION PROGRAM, THE FILM TREATMENT IS THE PROSE STEP BETWEEN SCENE CARDS AND THE SCREENPLAY'S FIRST DRAFT. AT THIS POINT, I AM NOT SURE IF I WILL COPY AND PASTE THE TREATMENT ABOVE THIS STORY IN THE FINAL PUBLISHED VERSION. I WILL IN ANOTHER VOLUME, COME BACK TO THIS STORY, THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO THE SHORT STORY. WE NEVER GOT INTO MANY ASPECTS OF IT. JUST AS AN INTRODUCTION TO THE IDEA, HERE IT WAS. OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM FULL OF INVESTMENTS, WAS THE NEXT SHORT STORY. THE LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE SO SHE COULD BUY STOCKS IS ON THE LIST. 

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2.25.2020
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DEAR VANESSA HONEY MALONE,

DEAR HONEY. THIS LETTER IS IN A BOOK. THE BOOK IS IN YOUR PEN NAME. THE NAME CREATED IN YOUR HONOR. ALL CREDITS GO TO GOD. THIS IS VOLUME TWO. VOLUME TWO IS SO FAR, ONE SHORT STORY. THE NEXT HALF, STILL APPEARS TO BE FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. THERE ARE A FEW ORIGINAL IDEAS IN THE HEAD TOWARDS SHORT STORIES. A TWO PART FILM TREATMENT IS A GOOD WAY TO GO FOR VOLUME THREE. HONEY, I FEEL IN DEBT TO GOD AND I THINK OF YOU. PAINFUL REMINDERS. I FEEL GREAT ENERGY AND I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE? I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU LIKE ECONOMICS CLASS. I NEVER ASKED YOU. I DON'T RECALL. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING BUSINESS AND MONEYE. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT MONEY. I'M SURE YOU DID. I FEEL GOOD I WAS ABLE TO DONATE A PROJECT TO LITERATURE HISTORY, WITH YOUR NAME AS PROFIT HOLDER. I REALLY KNEW YOU. IT BOTHERED ME, YOUR PASSING. UNDERSTATED. OBVIOUSLY. I HAVE 18 MORE LETTERS I WILL END UP WRITING TO YOU. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, WHERE EVER YOU ARE. YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL PERSON, INSIDE AND OUT. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW YOU WOULD THINK AS YOU AGED. YOU DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE. IT BREAKS MY HEART. NAIJAH. JOSH D. HUTCHINSON. IT FEELS LIKE YOU LEFT US. YOU DID. BUT YOU WERE TAKEN? THE CIRCUSMTANCES UNDERWHICH WERE VERY HORRIFYING. I AM THIRTY HONEY, AND I AM COLLEGE ORIENTED. I ENJOY STUDYING AND LEARNING. IT'S SO WEIRD. I'M ON A MISSION. YOU ARE PART OF THE MISSION. ALL OF YOU ARE. HONEY IS THE ONLY WOMAN ON THE LIST. I WILL WORK ON A PROJECT, WRITTEN, UNDER PEN NAMES FOR NAIJAH AND J.D. HUTCHINSON. THIS BOOK GIVES ME THE TINGLES. I DON'T KNOW THE FUTURE OF THIS BOOK, AFTER IT'S PUBLISHED. I DON'T KNOW. WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE RAMIFICATIONS ON THE FUTURE, I AM GRATEFUL. I FEEL LIKE GOD HAS A GUN TO MY HEAD. GOD GAVE ME LIFE. GOD GAVE ME CERTAIN SKILLS. GIFTS. GOD GIVES ME TIME. GOD GIVES ME GRACE. GOD GIVES ME DESTINY. FATE. TIME. IF I WASTE ALL OF THAT I'M HORRIBLE. EITHER WAY I SHALL TOO PASS. I TOO SHALL PASS. THEN NOTHING ELSE MATTERS OF ME BESIDES WHAT I LEFT BEHIND. 

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2.26.2020
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
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1:39PM EST - 2:19PM EST (SCENE ONE)
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS. KINYA
"THE FOREX FILM"
VANESSA B. STALLONE
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SESSION ONE: "THE FOREX FILM" SCENE SCRIPT OPENING SEQUENCE

SCENE: #1. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. ATLANTA. GEORGIA. RESORT CLUB HOUSE. MEETING. INTERIOR SHOT. I WAS SITTING IN A MEETING. IN DOWNTOWN ATLANTA. WITH MY MOM. I WAS 28. I HAD JUST MOVED BACK FROM NEW YORK STATE. SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WAS THERE FOR FOUR MONTHS. LEFT IN PRE MID OCTOBER. BETWEEN THE 10TH-17TH, I WAS ABOUT TO MOVE. CAME BACK TO GEORGIA, FOR SIX MONTHS. FROM VALENTINE'S DAY 2018, TO AUGUST 10TH, 2018. I ARRIVED BACK IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK, ON SUNDAY AUGUST 12TH. ON MEMORIAL DAY 2018. I ATTENDED A MEETING. I MARKETS LIVE. TEACHING FOREX. MY MOM SIGNED UP FOR IT WHILE I WAS IN NEW YORK, THE FIRST TIME. I WAS ASKING HER TO SIGN UP FOR CRYPTO CURRENCY HOLDING ACCOUNTS. AT 28 IN NEW YORK, THIS IS WHERE THE MIND WAS AT. HOLDING CRYPTO CURRENCY. I WAS INDEPENDENTLY RESEARCHING THE STOCK MARKET. BY THIS TIME, THE EMERGING MARKETS STRATEGY, WAS EMERGING FROM WITHIN. THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW EVERYTHING CAME TOGETHER. THIS IS THE STORY, OF HOW I EARNED MY FIRST BILLION DOLLARS. IT WAS A LONG ROAD. IT WAS THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED. IT HAS MADE ALL OF THE DIFFERENCE. MY MOM CALLED ME. I WAS IN NEW YORK. SHE TOLD ME SHE HAD SIGNED UP FOR IML. SHE SIGNED UP SO I COULD LEARN TO TRADE CURRENCY. MY MOTHER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ME TRADING CURRENCY. SHE FORCED MY HAND. IT INEVITABLY DELVED ME RIGHT INTO THE WORLD OF FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. ON THE DAILY AND WEEKLY SPECTRUM. THE MONTHLY SPECTRUM. MEANING A CAREER SALARY, FOR ANY CAREER, COULD BE EARNED PERSONALLY. FROM ANY SALARY'S STANDARDS. ANY PROFESSION. THE SALARY CAN BE MATCHED USING FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. I HAD THE HOLDING STRATEGY READY. HOLD AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY UNITS AS POSSIBLE. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. THE CURRENCY HOLDING STRATEGY COULD BE APPLIED TO THE STOCK MARKET AS WELL. THIS IS WHERE I WAS AT MENTALLY. HAVING THE ACQUISITION STRATEGY FOR ANY FINANCIAL SECURITY OR COMMODITY I WAS INTERESTED IN PURCHASING. NOW I WAS LOOKING INTO THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. I HAD BIOMETRICS, CYBER SECURITY AND MAYBE ONE OTHER INDUSTRY ON THE LIST AT THIS TIME. THE STRATEGY INVOLVED SIMPLE WORK ETHIC. PURCHASE AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY COINS AND STOCKS IN EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. AS MANY SHARES IN AS MANY COMPANIES OF THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. THIS IS WHERE MY MOTHER'S GENIUS ARRIVES. SHE MADE UP FOR DISCOURAGING MY INITIAL 2013 PURCHASE OF THREE FULL BTC. IN 2013 YOU DIDN'T CALL IT A FULL BTC, BC IT WAS A FULL BTC. IN 2017 BTC HIT $20K. NOW WE CALL THEM FULL BTC. THIS IS A FILM. LIFE IS A MOVIE. LIFE IS A DREAM. FILM YOUR DREAM. FILM YOUR MOVIE LIFE. THIS IS THE FILM FOR LIVING THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS. 

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8:07PM EST - 8:29PM EST (SCENE NUMBER TWO)
8:30PM EST - (SCENES NUMBER THREE AND FOUR)
9:00PM EST
2.27.2020
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MS. KINYA TUZO
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SESSION NUMBER TWO: CURRENCY TRADING DAY ONE
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SCENE: #2. STONE MOUNTAIN. GEORGIA. 30083. 714 HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR SHOT. DAY TIME. EVENING. 7PM. I HAD JUST GOTTEN BACK FROM WORK. AMWAY GLOBAL. JIMMY CARTER BLVD. THRU AUTOMATION PERSONNEL SERVICES. LAWRENCEVILLE. 2018. I WAS WORKING THERE BEFORE MOVING TO NEW YORK IN 2017. I RETURNED TO GEORGIA IN 2018. VALENTINE'S DAY. I RESUMED WORKING THRU AUTOMATION ON JIMMY CARTER BLVD. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. THE LAST HOLIDAY I EVER HAD BEFORE TRADING CURRENCY. EVERY HOLIDAY, FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, WOULD BE SPENT CURRENCY TRADING. THIS IS THE STORY OF DAY ONE. THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED. I ARRIVED HOME FROM WORK. I HAD JUST GOTTEN SCAMMED FOR $1000 TOTAL. BETWEEN A BTC MINING SCAM AND A FOREX TRADER SCAM, FROM INSTAGRAM TROLLS. THEY SEEK YOU OUT WHEN YOU ARE LEARNING TO INVEST. TO HURT YOU. I BELIEVE ONE OF THEM WAS FOREIGN. IT HELPED ME IN THE END. IT SPURRED ME INTO REALIZING THE TRUTH. I WOULD HAVE TO MAKE THE TIME TO TRADE FOR MYSELF. ON JUNE 1ST, 2018, I BEGAN TRADING CURRENCY MYSELF. I HAVE BEEN MY OWN FOREX ACCOUNT MANAGER EVER SINCE. I GET HOME. I LOG INTO MY MOM'S JAFX ACCOUNT. BACK THEN, THEY ACCEPTED UNITED STATES RESIDENTS. CITIZENS LIVING HERE. THEY STOPPED ONE YEAR LATER. SO MANY THINGS I DID NOT KNOW IN YEAR ONE. IT IS NOW YEAR ONE AND A HALF. MY MOM HAD $100 IN HER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. I OPENED THE TRADING ACCOUNT AND THE META TRADER WEB TERMINAL. I REMEMBER STARING AT THE SCREEN. I WAS JUST STARING AT THE SCREEN. FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR. THIS WAS THE GAMEPLAN. THE WEEK BEFORE I HAD ENTERED INTO A FEW TRADES. BASED ON SWIPE TRADES. THIS TAUGHT ME HOW TO EXECUTE TRADE ORDERS. I BEGAN LEARNING THE LINGO. I HAD TO LEARN WHICH CURRENCY PAIRS I WAS COMFORTABLE WITH. JAFX ALLOWED THE TRADING OF RIPPLE XRP. RIPPLE XRP IS A CRYPTO CURRENCY. A CRYPTO CURRENCY, USING AN ALTERNATE TECHNOLOGICAL FORM. THE ALTCOIN. THE FIRST ALTCOIN WAS MADE IN 2013. CLOSE TO IT. EVERY COIN EXCEPT THE BITCOIN, IS AN ALTCOIN. THE BITCOIN IS POWERED BY THE BLOCK CHAIN TECHNOLOGY. I STARTED TRADING RIPPLE XRP, AS WELL AS FOREIGN CURRENCIES. THE FORIEGN CURRENCIES I WAS TRADING WERE NZD RELATED. I LEARNED THE TOP THREE LOWEST MAJORS TO TRADE. THE AUSTRALIAN DOLLAR VS THE USD. THE NZD VS THE USD. THE EUR VS. THE GBP. AUD, NZD, VS. THE USD, AND EURGBP. THE EURO AND THE GREAT BRITISH POUND, ARE BASED IN EUROPE AND GREAT BRITIAN. THE LONDON SESSION. 7AM TO 4PM EST. THE NZD AND THE AUD ARE THE COMMON DENOMINATORS BETWEEN THE LIST OF FOREIGN CURRENCY PAIRS WE ARE TRADING AT THIS MOMENT. WE WILL TRADE THE OTHER CURRENCIES, AS WE CAN AFFORD THEM. FOR NOW, WE ARE TRADING THE COMMON DEMONIMATOR AND NUMBERS FAMILY TREE. 5 PLUS 4. IS RELATED TO 9 MINUS 5. I FORGET WHAT THEY CALL IT. STARTING OFF ON THE FIRST DAY, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT IT. I JUST WANT TO LEARN FROM MY ERRORS. I MADE SO MANY ERRORS. FOR A YEAR AND A HALF. AN ENTIRE YEAR. I HAD TO TAKE NOTES ON THE RESULTS OF THE ACTIONS I TOOK IN THE FOREIGN CURRENCY EXCHANGE MARKET. FOREX. I WAS LEARNING TO TRADE FOREX PROPERLY. I WAS LEARNING TO PROPERLY TRADE FOREX, BY TRADING PERIOD. WHEN TRADING, YOU WILL BEGIN TRADING IN IMPROPER MANNERS. IT IS THE NOTE TAKING PROCESS OF THE IMPROPER MANNERISM, IN WHICH WE APPLY, GIVING US A CHANCE TO APPLY OUR LEARNED LESSONS IN FUTURE INSTANCES. THEN I INSTANTLY APPLIED WHAT I LEARNED, AS SOON AS I COULD FUND THE ACCOUNT AGAIN. IN SUCH STORIES, THERE ARE TALES OF LOSS AND GAIN. TALES OF JOY AND PAIN. THE PAIN ONLY CAME, FOR ME, FROM NOT REALIZING THE ILL FATED DECISION BEFOREHAND. FORESIGHT. HINDSIGHT IS ALWAYS TWENTY-TWENTY. THE MOMENT THE WRONG ENTERED TRADE BEGINS TO CRASH, YOU BEGIN TO LEARN EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID WRONG. INSTANTLY. IMMEDIATELY. INSTANTANEOUSLY. HINDSIGHT. TWENTY-TWENTY. 

SCENE #3. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 7PM EST.

THE NIGHT I STARED AT THE COMPUTER FOR AN HOUR. I BEGAN TRADING ON THE LAPTOP AND TABLET. I EVENTUALLY WOULD TRADE ON THE PHONE. BACK THEN, I LIVED WITH WIFI SO I COULD DO MY THING WITH THAT. I'LL HAVE WIFI UP HERE IN NEW YORK SOON AGAIN. I AM STARING AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN, ON WEB TERMINAL. META TRADER FOUR AND FIVE. I AM TRADING RIPPLE XRP. I AM ALSO TRADING NZDUSD AND OTHER CURRENCIES. I DID BEGIN TRADING RIPPLE XRP HEAVILY. WAY MORE THAN FOREIGN CURRENCY. I PRACTICED THE CURRENCY TRADING, THE FOREIGNS. THE DIGITAL CURRENCY CAUGHT MY INTEREST SO MUCH. RIPPLE XRP IS THE ONLY ONE SAFE TO TRADE. BITCOIN TRADING WILL MAKE YOU CRY. I AM SO GRATEFUL I WAS INITIATED INTO THE FOREX CULTURE. TRADING CULTURE. I'M IN THERE. I CAN SPEAK WITH ANY CURRENCY TRADER. I KNOW ENOUGH LINGO. I KNOW ENOUGH SCENARIOS. I TRADE EVERY DAY. THEY CAN LAUGH AT THE ERRORS THEY STOPPED MAKING YEARS AGO. I JUST STARTED, ONE YEAR AND HALF A YEAR AGO. THE STORIES I HAVE ARE PRICELESS. THE LESSONS, INVALUABLE. TIMELESS INSTANCES OF PULLING THE BEST UP OUT OF YOU. AS FAST AS YOU CAN. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, R.I.P. TO FLIGHT KOBE. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, WERE IMPLEMENTED INTO THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF INVESTMENTS FINANCIAL LEVERAGING OF FINANCIAL SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. THE IMPLEMENTATION. THE FIERCE APPLICATION. WILL INVARIABLY CHANGE THE ENTIRE FABRIC OF YOUR PERSONAL REALITY. I'M STARING AT THE SCREEN. I AM WATCHING THE NUMBERS FLUCTUATE. AT THIS POINT, I WAS NOT USING TRADINGVIEW YET. I DID USE IT FROM THE BEGINNING. THAT FIRST NIGHT, I WAS STARING AT ONE CURRENCY PAIR. MAY HAVE BEEN NZDUSD. I MESSED WITH AUDUSD. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE, AUDUSD IS ALWAYS SELLING. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE THE USD IS ON SOME BULLSH HALF THE TIME. YOU NEVER KNOW, MESSING AROUND WITH THE USD. THIS IS WHY INVESTING THE USD IS SO IMPORTANT. FOR THE USD ISN'T REALLY WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS A GREEN LEAF WITH WRITING. EVERYONE WORSHIPS THE GREEN LEAF OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. I AM WATCHING THE TWO PRICES FLUCTUATE. I NOTICED IT WAS A TUG OF WAR BETWEEN TWO DIFFERENT CURRENCIES. AT TWO DIFFERENT PRICES. I WATCHED IT TO FIGURE OUT, IN WHICH DIRECTION IT WAS MOVING. I THINK IT WAS GOING UP. I WATCHED IT MOVE 100 POINTS UP AND DOWN. BACK AND FORTH 100 POINTS. SO I BEGAN TO OPEN TRADES. I CASHED OUT AT $1. 100 POINTS UP OR DOWN, IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. I DID SO 15 TIMES IN ONE HOUR. WHEN THE HOUR WAS DONE. I STOPPED. I LOOKED AT THE SITUATION. I HAD JUST EARNED $15 IN AN HOUR, FROM THE COMPUTER. IT WAS CRAZY. I MAY HAVE BEEN EARNING $10 PER HOUR FROM EARNED INCOME. AMWAY GLOBAL. 

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SCENE: #4. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 9PM

THE FIRST NIGHT I TRADED RIPPLE XRP. CRYPTO. THE ALTCOIN. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. RIPPLE WAS AT 60 PENNIES. ONE DIME ADDED TO TWO QUARTERS. THE FIRST WEEK TRADING RIPPLE XRP. THIS IS WHEN I REALIZED, MY FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING BATTING AVERAGE, WAS AT 700%. THE CRYPTO CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS OPEN SEVEN DAYS PER WEEK. CRYPTO NEVER CLOSES. TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. EVERY SINGLE DAY. THE FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS CLOSED FOR 36 HOURS. BETWEEN FRIDAY 5PM AND SUNDAY 5PM, THE FOREX MARKET IS CLOSED. MONDAY THRU FRIDAY, TWENTY FOUR HOURS PER DAY. ANOTHER JOB BASICALLY. CRYPTO WAS THE WEEKEND OVERTIME ONE COULD PUT IN. AS IF TRADING CURRENCY FOR 120 HOURS ISN'T STRENOUS ENOUGH MENTALLY, FOR THE BEGINNER ESPECIALLY. THE EASIER IT GETS, THE EASIER IT GETS. RIGHT? THAT WEEK OF TRADING RIPPLE, RIPPLE XRP WENT FROM 60 PENNIES, TO 68 PENNIES. IN TRADING UNIVERSES, THIS IS CALCULATED AS TEN CENTS PER POINT. EVERY PENNY, UP OR DOWN IN PRICE, CONTAINS 1000 POINTS. 1000 POINTS AT TEN CENTS PER POINT. $10 PER PENNY IN PRICE, PER TRADE. I WAS BUYING THE TRADES. NOT SELLING. I WAS SUPPOSED TO SELL AT 68 PENNIES. IT NEVER WENT HIGHER THAN THE 68. WITH THIS BEING MY FIRST WEEK IN TRADING, I DIDN'T KNOW. IT'S CONFUSING, TO TRADE FIAT CURRENCY AND DIGITAL CURRENCY, IN YOUR FIRST WEEK. NOW YOU HAVE TO LEARN DIFFERENT SETS OF RULES. IN RETROSPECT, IT HELPED ME ENHANCE FASTER. I HAD TWO MEASURES TO GO OFF OF. I NOTICED CRYPTO WENT IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF THE FIAT. I WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN SO OTHERWISE. KNOWING SO WHEN TRADING COULD BENEFIT THE TRADER. IF THE HORSES ARE TRIPPING, THEN MAYBE THE ZEBRAS ARE NEXT. HORSES AND ZEBRAS. WHEN TRADING FIAT AND CRYPTO. TWO DIFFERENT ANIMALS. CRYPTO IS THE ZEBRA. THE DEERBRA. THE UNICORN. CRYPTO CAN FLUCTUATE 1000 POINTS DAILY. EASY. IN AN HOUR. BITCOIN IN AN HOUR, CAN GO UP OR DOWN A THOUSAND DOLLARS OR POINTS. RIPPLE XRP, MOVES AT ONE THOUSAND POINTS FLUCTUATING. BETWEEN ONE AND THREE THOUSAND POINTS. THE FIRST HOUR TRADING RIPPLE XRP? MY FIRST DAY TRADING RIPPLE XRP, I EARNED $50 IN THE FIRST HOUR. BY THE TIME THE WEEK WAS UP, MY FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREIGN AND CRYPTO CURRENCY. TRADING FIAT AND DIGITAL CURRENCIES, I EARNED $2000. FROM THE INITIAL $100 INVESTMENT. THE INITIAL INVESTMENT. $100. ALL THE WAY UP. NOW I CAN TELL YOU THE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE THE MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE. FIRST WEEK ERRORS. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE UNTIL NOVEMBER OF 2019. THE ONE YEAR AND A HALF MARK. TO PAY HALF MY RENT IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WANTED TO KEEP THE MONEY ON THE ACCOUNT, ACTIVELY TRADING, UNTIL I KNEW HOW THE MARKET MOVED, BACK AND FORTH, EACH AND EVERY DAY. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW HOW MANY TIMES PER DAY TO SWITCH. HOW MANY TIMES PER WEEK TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW. THE BEST WAY TO FIND OUT, WAS TO HAVE THE MONEY STILL ON THE LINE. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN THE DIRECTION WOULD DOUBLE THE PROFIT. I NEEDED TO KNOW, WHEN THE CRASH WOULD COME IF ONE DID NOT SWITCH. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW TO RIDE THE FLUCTUATIONS. I AM SO CLOSE. 

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7:42PM EST - 8:04PM - 8:20PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER FIVE AND SIX)
2.28.2020
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIESHA JOHNSON
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SESSION NUMBER THREE: KNOW YOU
KNOW YOU
SCENE 5: WE SEE. THE COMPUTER. INTERIOR. SHOT. DAY TIME. HOME. STONE MOUNTAIN.

OK. THE DAY WE EARNED $700 IN ONE AFTERNOON SHIFT. TRADING FOREX. FOREIGN CURRENCY. ACTUALLY. BACK THEN WE WERE TRADING RIPPLE XRP. WHAT WE DIDN'T KNOW BACK THEN. TRADING RIPPLE XRP. FROM THE MOMENT. THE DAY WE BEGAN TRADING RIPPLE XRP. IN THE FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREX. WE WOULD ONLY SEE PROFITS FROM BUYING RIPPLE XRP. UNTIL THE 8000TH POINT UP. NO FORCES FROM THE UNIVERSE WHISPERED IT TO ME. THE WHISPER. WAS XXXTENTACION'S PASSING. RIPPLE XRP NEVER BOUNCED BACK FROM X'S DEATH. I FELT LIKE MANY X FANS OWNED RIPPLE AND JUST CASHED OUT. THEY SAID EFF IT YA'LL. IT'S HOW I FELT. I DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT X. I WROTE "PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH". 1 AND 2. "THE PRINCE'S PHILO. I WAS ON THE TRADING FRONTLINES WHEN X PASSED. I WATCHED RIPPLE CRASH FROM 68 PENNIES. TO 21 PENNIES. THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IF NOT A MILLION TRADING RIPPLE XRP. SELLING IT. FROM 68 TO 21. 40,000 POINTS DUDE. AAT TEN CENTS PER POINT. PER TRADE. PER TRADING ACCOUNT. PER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. PER ACCOUNTS MANAGED. YOU GOTTA GET IT? YES. YOU GOTTA GET IT. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS IT. ARE YOU ONE OF US? WON OF US? WE ARE TALKING EMPIRE BUILDING. HERE PEOPLE. HOW TO BUILD THE EMPIRE. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES MAN. WE THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS. WE DID IT. THE MILLENIAL PUT THE FOREX FILM TOGETHER. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES. ACTUALLY. FOR MUCH MORE. WAY MORE. HOW MUCH MORE? WAY, WAY MORE. WE NEED NOT SAY MORE. WE SEE MORE. SEYMOUR? IN RETROSPECT. THE RETROSPECTIVE VIEW. MORE LIKE ZERO POINT GOOFY. IT TOOK ONE YEAR AND A HALF. THIS SUNDAY. WE ARE EXCITED TO TEST IT. IT WORKS. WE GO UNDERGROUND. THE STRATEGY IS LEAKED. IF IT WORKS. I NEED NOT SAY ANTHING ELSE EVER. IT WORKS. IF IT WORKS. I GO INTO HIDING. BUILDING THE EMPIRE. I JUST WANT TO BE SAFE. I JUST WANT TO BE SECURE. I JUST WANT TO BE AWAY FROM BULLETS AND ASSASSINS. I WANT PEACE. I WANT LONGEVITY. I JUST WANT TO SET UP. THE FAMILY. WITH A BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE. ANY SECOND OF LIFE AFTER THIS IS JUST. A CHANCE TO ABSOLUTELY. BETTER. THE ENTIRE WORLD. SPEND HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS ON ENHNCING THE QUALITY OF LIFE. OF MILLIONS OF STRANGERS, WHY WE ARE IN HIDING? IT'S JUST DEFENSE MODE. THERE IS NO OFFENSIVE. IF ANYTHING. THE OFFENSE ONLY COMES AFTER MY DEATH. THEN EVERYTHING IS IN STONE. IF THE STONE. IS MESMERIZING. I COMPLETED THE MISSION. GOD BLESSED US. WITH THIS LIFE. IN EVERY WAY. IN ALL WAYS. GOD WAS ALWAYS. MIGHTY FAVORABLE TO YOU. YOU SAW SOME STUFF. IN LIFE. IT HURTS. IT'S THAT HURT. FUELING DESIRES. YOU'RE DESIRING SOME OTHER THAN THE IMPOSSIBLE. THE ONLY IMPOSSIBILITY. IN LIFE. IS TO NOT FEEL PAIN. LIFE IS PAIN. ANYTHING ELSE. WILL BE DONE. BY THE GREATNESS WITHIN. ONLY FIVE PERCENT STAY TO THEMSELVES. TO STUDY THEMSELVES. ENOUGH TO KNOW ENOUGH. TO GET WHAT THEY WANT. FROM LIFE. THEY CAN ANSWER YOUR QUIZ, ON THEMSELVES. ASK 1000 QUESTION OF THEM. GET 1000 INTERESTING ANSWERS THEY MAY HAVE. ALREADY CONSIDERED. OR MORE INTERESTING. IF THEY HAVEN'T YET. IN RETROSPECT. INTROSPECTING. IS THE BEST THING. YOU CAN ONLY KNOW YOURSELF. KNOWING SOME ONE ELSE AS A PURSUIT, IS HOPELESS. KNOW YOURSELF. 

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SCENE #6:. STONE MOUNTAIN. HOME. HOUSE. DAY. INTERIOR SHOT. WE SEE. THE TABLET. I REMEMBER THE GARAGE. 719 HAIRSTON TRAIL. RECORDING THE 24 HOUR TRADING AUDIO JOURNAL. RECORDING EVERY SESSION. OF THE FOREX TRADING. THE ASIAN SESSION. SESSION ASIA. OVERNIGHT. THIRD SHIFT. EARLY BIRDS. NIGHT OWLS. THOSE IN-BETWEEN. STAYING UP ALL NIGHT. FIGURING OUT. WHEN WHAT HAPPENS. HAVING MONEY ON THE LINE. WATCHING WHEN IT DOUBLES. WATCHING WHEN IT CRASHES. OH IT HAS TO CRASH. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING. YOUR INSTINCTS HAAVE PROVEN. TO BE ACCURATE. HALF THE TIME. WHEN YOU LISTEN TO IT. IT'S ABOUT BEING ABLE TO READ THE MARKET. BASED YOUR HISTORICAL CHART. OF TRADING THE FOREIGN CURRENCY. LET'S SKIP TO THE LOSSES. BESIDES NOT CASHING OUT. THE RIPPLE XRP PROFITS. BUYING IT. IN THE FIRST WEEK. TRADING. ONCE YOU STARTED TRADING FOREIGN CURRENCY MAINLY. YOU STILL TRADE IT. NZD, AUD, USD, EURGBP. PACING. THRU THE GARAGE. PACING INTO THE GARAGE. PACING OUTSIDE. CONFUSED. SO CONFUSED. OH SO CONFUSED. INCREDIBLY. ACTUALLY. IN ACTUALITY. THINKING THIS IS REALITY. WHEN THE PROFIT IS DOWN. ASKING IS THIS REALITY? WHEN THE PROFIT IS UP. IN RETROSPECT. THIS IS WHEN YOU CASH OUT. AND SCREAM. THIS IS REALITY. 

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FRIDAY FEBRUARY 28TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY YA'LL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHIESHA JOHNSON.
AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
TURN UP!!!
2.28.2020
9:15PM EST - 9:45PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER SEVEN AND EIGHT)

1:08AM EST -
6:50PM EST - 7:50PM EST
2.12.2020
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 12TH, 2020
DID YOU HAVE A GOOD BIRTHDAY STOSH?
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER FOUR: THE ECONOMIC BEAR OF UTTER OF BANKRUPTCY YOUR YOUTH IS A ONE SHOT DEAL. YOU GET YOUR YOUTH, ONE TIME. THIS ONE TIME HOWEVER, LASTS FOR THREE DECADES. YOUR TWENTIES. YOUR THIRTIES. THE FORTIES. BY THE TIME YOU ARE FORTY YEARS OLD, YOU CAN HAVE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER DREAMED OF. THIS IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. DESTINY AND FATE GO HAND IN HAND. LISA LEFT EYE LOPEZ BELIEVED FATE IS WHAT HAPPENS AND DESTINY IS WHAT YOU CHOOSE FOR YOURSELF. DESTINY MUST ACTIVELY BE PURSUED, BELIEVED JOSEPH P. KENNEDY SR. DESTINY MUST BE ACTIVELY PURSUED INDEED. YOU MUST ASK YOURSELF, DO YOU WANT THE FATE OF EVERYONE ELSE? IF NOT, STAY AWAY FROM THEM. SOUNDS HARSH. FLOYD MAYWEATHER JR. IS BENEFICIAL TO EVERYONE WITHIN HIS CIRCLE AND OR SPHERE OF INFLUENCE. ON HIS RISE, AND EVEN NOW FROM THE TOP POSITION IN BOXING HISTORY, FLOYD HAD TO NOT ASSOCIATE HIMSELF WITH ANYONE NON BENEFICIAL TO THE JOURNEY. UNTIL THE GURNEY. BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER. SO IF THE BIG BAD WOLF IS ON HIS WAY TO TOWN TO COLLECT ECONOMIC FLESH, OR ACTUAL FLESH, STAY INSIDE. UNLESS YOU DON'T LIVE IN THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE OR ECONOMIC LOG CABIN. UNCLE SAM WILL LOCK YOU UP OVER HIS MONEY. UNCLE SAM IS NO UNCLE I WOULD WANT TO HAVE. UNCLE SAM IS NO UNCLE OF MINE. NO OFFENSE, I AM JUST SAYING. UNCLE SAM IS GREEDY. UNCLE SAM IS TOO OLD TO BE THIS DAM GREEDY. UNCLE SAM, NEEDS TO SIT ON THE PORCH'S ROCKING CHAIR, AND WATCH THE SEAGULLS AND THE PIDGEONS FIGHT AMONG ST THEMSELVES OVER BREAD. INSTEAD, UNCLE SAM IS HIMSELF, STILL FIGHTING OVER BREAD. IS UNCLE SAM A PIDGEON? IS UNCLE SAM A SEAGULL? I DIDN'T THINK SO. ALL I AM SAYING IS WATCHING BIRDS OF NON PREY FIGHT OVER BREAD IS HILARIOUS. UNCLE SAM IS HILARIOUS. THIS IS THE BIG AND BAD WOLF. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO END UP JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE? THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE GET DISTRACTED FROM THEIR LIFE PURSUIT. THE LIFE OF LEISURE IS WHAT THEY PURSUED. ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS LIFE PURSUITS TO TAKE ON. THE LIFE OF PLEASURE IS BETTER. FUTURE PLEASURE MUST BE WORKED TOWARDS IN THE NOW. IN THE RIGHT NOW. ON THIS MINUTE, YOU MUST BE ENHANCING YOUR SKILL SET. OTHERWISE, THE BIG BAD WOLF WILL GET YOU ONE DAY. I PROMISE YOU PERSON, YOU DO NOT WANT THIS SCENARIO FOR YOURSELF. I DO NOT WANT THIS SCENARIO FOR YOU EITHER. IT IS A THIRTY YEAR OLD'S MINDSET NATURALLY, THE MINDSET OF LETTING GO INSTANT GRATIFICATION. OUR WORST ENEMY. TO GIVE UP NOW'S OPPORTUNITY FOR ADVANCEMENT IN OUR PERSONAL STUDIES, FOR PLEASURE. THE LESS PLEASURE YOU CAN MANAGE TO HAVE NOW, THE MORE FUTURE PLEASURE YOU WILL EXPERIENCE. ONCE YOU GET TO THIS POINT, THINGS WILL BE MUCH EASIER. YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE THE 65 YEAR OLD SLAVE TO THE AMERICAN FIAT DOLLAR. YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO BE THE SLAVE TO THE BITCOIN. ASSUMING ONE DAY PEOPLE CAN GET PAID IN CRYPTO. THIS WOULD GENERATE INTEREST ON ANY CHECKS NOT CASHED. IN ITSELF REVOLUTIONARY. ANYWAY. YOU HAVE TO PREPARE FOR THE DAY, THE BIG BAD WOLF COMES KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR. YOU MUST BE READY FOR HIM. ALL HE WANTS IS HIS MONEY. THE BIG BAD WOLF IS A CONGLOMERATE OF SORTED CIRCUMSTANCES. ONE DAY YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO RETIRE. ONE DAY YOU ARE GOING TO WANT TO RETIRE. YOU ARE MOST LIKELY, GOING TO WANT TO RETIRE, BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY DO RETIRE. MEANING, ONE DAY YOU WILL CRAVE, WHAT THESE STORIES OFFER NOW. AN OPPORTUNITY FOR ADEQUATE RETIREMENT ON TIME WITH INTEREST OR AN EARLY RETIREMENT, IF YOU START EARLY ENOUGH. I PROMISE YOU, YOU WILL WANT TO RETIRE ONE DAY. HOPEFULLY ON THOSE DAYS, YOU DO NOT CONSIDER THE FEAT IMPOSSIBLE THUS THE SITUATION HOPELESS. THEN IT MIGHT ACTUALLY BEGIN TO FIT SUCH SCENARIOS. WE ARE HERE TO OFFER HOPE, ADMIRATION AND A SPIIRIT OF OPTIMISM. WE DEDICATE OUR LIFE TO HELPING YOU FIND YOUR WAY OUT OF THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC DESTITUTION. EVER HEARD OF ECONOMICS? EVER HEARD OF PROSTITUTION? NOW HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF ECONOMIC PROSTITUTION? IF NOT, WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? IT SOUNDS LIKE OUR NINE TO FIVE. WE SELL OUR PRESENCE. WE SELL OUR ESSENCE. WE SELL OUR FOCUS. WE SELL OUR ENERGY. WE SELL OUR WORK ETHIC. WE SELL OUR WORTH IN THEIR PURSUIT OF PROFIT. MIXED WITH OUR NEED FOR RENT AND FOOD. THUS ECONOMIC PROSTITUTION. IT'S A REAL THING PEOPLE. YOU NEED SOME HELP. YOU'RE AN ECONOMIC PROSTITUTE. I BET YOU'RE NOT. DON'T GET MAD AT ME, BECAUSE YOU MIGHT BE AN ECONOMIC WHORE. HELL, I MIGHT BE AN ECONOMIC WHORE. I'LL BE HONEST, I AM AN ECONOMIC WHORE. I AM PLEASED TO BE HONEST YET I AM ASHAMED TO SAY SUCH A THING. LIKE TUPAC SHAKUR SAID, EVERYBODY'S GETTING PIMPED. IT'S ABOUT HOW LONG YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE PIMPED. NOW WHO IS PIMPING WHO? WHAT I'M WRITING TODAY, IN SIX MONTHS, WHEN IT COMES OUT, IS WHAT YOUNG ADULTS WILL BE SAYING TO THEIR BANKERS AND THEIR CREDITORS. R.I.P. TO PAC. THE SPIRIT LIVES ON. R.I.P. TO LISA LOPEZ AND FLIGHT KOBE. THE ECONOMIC SYSTEM, IN WHICH YOU LIVE, IS SET UP FOR YOU TO BE BONDAGE TO THE FIAT DOLLAR. THEY WANT YOU BOUND BY THE DOLLAR. THEY WANT YOU BOUND TO THE DOLLAR. THE DOLLAR IS JUST AN INSTRUMENT. THE DOLLAR IS JUST AN INSTRUMENT OF DEBT. THEREFORE YOU MY GOOD SIR ARE BEING PLAYED LIKE A FOOL. WE'RE ALL GETTING PLAYED LIKE A FOOL. THE TIME HAS COME FOR US RISE UP AGAINST OUR ECONOMIC TYRANTS AND GROW OUR OWN FREEDOM TREES. THERE'S AN ECONOMIC REVOLUTION COMING. THE ECONOMIC REVOLUTION IS ARRIVING ON TIME. WE ARE HERE RIGHT NOW, TO OBSERVE SUCH AN ECONOMIC REVOLUTION. ARE YOU READY FOR THE ECONOMIC REVOLUTION? WELL GOOD, YOU BETTER BE. YOU ARE BEST TO BE READY. IF YOU ARE NOT READY FOR THE ECONOMIC REVOLUTION, GET READY TO GET LEFT. OR THEN YOU BETTER GET RIGHT. TIGHTEN UP. EVER SEEN SOMEONE SAVE A BUNCH OF DEFLATING BALLOONS ON A STRING? IT'S CONFUSING. THE ECONOMIC OVERLORDS OF THIS WORLD LAUGH AT YOU. THEY LAUGH AT ALL OF US. THE SHIP IS SAILING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF THE OTHER SHIPS. THEY ARE SAILING IN THE DIRECTION OF A STORM. I JUST CAME FROM A STORM. I KNOW WHAT THE STORMS LOOK LIKE. THE BIG BAD WOLF, IS THE STORM. HE WILL COME AND FIND YOU ONE DAY, TO COLLECT WHAT YOU OWE. THE BIG BAD WOLF IS ALSO YOUR RETIREMENT. WHEN HE COMES, HE WILL WANT TO AUDIT YOUR FINANCIAL LIFE. IF YOU DO NOT HAVE WHAT YOU NEED THEN, HE'S TAKING YOU TO ECONOMIC JAIL. ECONOMIC JAIL, AS IN, SOMEWHERE YOU DON'T WANT TO ECONOMICALLY BE. I WANT TO BE AS HELPFUL TO THE NEXT GENERATIONS AS POSSIBLE. I WANT TO BE AS HELPFUL AS I CAN BE, TO THE PREVIOUS GENERATIONS. I WANT TO HELP MY OWN GENERATION, AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. THIS IS MY WAY OF DOING SO WITH WHAT I KNOW NOW. HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO STAY IN THE FOREST? HOW LONG DO YOU WANT TO STAY IN THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC SERVITUDE? I WOULD LIKE TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE, AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. HOWEVER, I REFUSE TO BE EATEN ALONGSIDE OF YOU. FAIR RIGHT? NO? FAIR ENOUGH THEN! WHO ARE YOU, TO ASK OF ME, MY LIFE, FOR YOU DON'T WANT TO SAVE YOURSELF? WHO ARE YOU, TO ASK ME, TO GET EATEN WITH YOU? IN SUCH A CASE, YOU'RE A ONE COURSE MEAL. THIS SCENARIO DOES NOT APPETIZE ME, NOT ONE MORSEL. NOT ONE MORSEL, DOES THIS SCENARIO, APPETIZE ME. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT KIND OF LIFE DO YOU AIM TO LEAD? UNTIL YOU FIGURE IT OUT, STAY TO YOURSELF. ONCE YOU DO FIGURE IT OUT, STAY TO YOURSELF SOME MORE. GET TO IT. GET IT DONE. GO FASTER. GO HARDER. INCREASE YOUR STAMINA. INCREASE YOUR DETERMINATION. INCREASE YOUR INNER DRIVE. INCREASE YOUR ENDURANCE. INCREASE THE VISCOSITY OF YOUR SKIN. I WANT YOU TO LIVE THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS. THE LIFE YOU DESERVE TO LIVE. FIRST, YOU HAVE TO EARN IT. I AIM TO HELP YOU EARN IT. YOU HAVE TO WANT IT. PERIOD. I GAVE UP MY SOCIAL LIFE, TO GET OUT OF THE FOREST. I AM CLOSE. WHEN I AM FULLY OUT, I CAN HELP MORE. THIS IS MY WAY OF UTILIZING MY FULL POTENTIAL. JUST LIKE MY DAD ASKED ME TO AROUND THANKSGIVING OF 2019. I PROMISED HIM I WOULD. NOW I AM ABOUT TO CALL HIM. I LOVE YOU. GET OUT OF THE FOREST, SO I CAN HUG YOU. IF NOT, THE HUG MIGHT COME FROM A BEAR. THE ECONOMIC BEAR OF UTTER BANKRUPTCY. THE ECONOMIC BEAR OF UTTER BANKRUPTCY? YES. THE ECONOMIC BEAR OF UTTER BANKRUPTCY, WILL SQUEEZE YOUR WALLET TO DEATH DOES IT PART. ECONOMIC DEATH DOES IT'S PART. 

9:14PM EST - 10:15PM EST
2.12.2020
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 12TH, 2020
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER FIVE: WHERE PREDATORS GO FOR DINNER

THE HOUSE OF STRAW. THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW, AS AN ANALOGY TO THE THREE LITTLE PIGS, IS AS FOLLOWS. ECONOMICALLY SPEAKING, WITHIN THE ECONOMIC UNIVERSE OF THE WORLD OF INVESTMENTS, THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW IS AN ECONOMIC FOUNDATION, OF NO ECONOMIC INVESTMENTS. WORKING FOR A LOW OR HIGH PAYING SALARY, FOR A LIVING. LIVING AS A WAGE SLAVE. THE SLAVE TO THE DOLLAR. THE DOLLAR'S SLAVE. THE DOLLAR'S BEACH. WELCOME TO DOLLAR BEACH. WHERE'S IT'S NOT ALWAYS A BEACH FULL OF DOLLARS. IT'S ACTUALLY YOUR BEACH. YOU MADE THIS BEACH. THIS BEACH ISN'T PLAYING WITH YOU. THIS BEACH, IS OF YOUR VERY OWN CREATION. THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW IS AN ECONOMIC ABNOMINATION. YOU WANT YOUR FINANCIAL FOUNDATION, AS STURDY AS POSSIBLE. YOUR ECONOMIC FOUNDATION, IS TO BE YOUR SAFE HAVEN. YOUR NEST EGG IS YOUR TOP PRIORITY. IF YOUR NEST EGG IS NOT YOUR TOP PRIORITY, READER BEWARE. YOU ARE IN FOR A SCARE. THE SCARE. THE SCARE OF THE YEAR. YOU'RE IN FOR A DOOSEY. THE DOOSEY. THE DOOSEY, OF A LIFETIME. I AM HERE TO HELP YOU OUT, MORE THAN A LITTLE. MORE THAN A LIKKLE. RASTA MAN. CHECK THE ROSTER MAN. ECONOMICALLY, I AM AN ALL STAR. ALL STARS BREED ALL STARS. ALL STARS NEED ALL STARS. ALL STARS DO NOT BUILD AN ECONOMIC FOUNDATION MADE UP OF NOTHING BUT STRAW. A BUNCH OF HAY AND HEE HAW. IF YOU ARE BETWEEN 17-40, YOU CAN BE SAVED. IF NOT YOU MAY BE STUCK IN YOUR WAYS. YOU CAN SAVE YOURSELF AT FIFTY. IF YOU ARE THIRTY OR TWENTY NOW, WHILE READING THIS, WHY WAIT SO LONG? THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW IS EQUIVALENT IS WORKING AS A WAGE SLAVE FOR OTHER PEOPLE, YOUR ENTIRE LIFE AND EXPENDING FUNDS ONLY ON DEBT AND PLEASURE. THERE'S SO MUCH DEBT, ALL YOU WANT IN THE END IS PLEASURE. DISTRACTIONS. WORKING FOR SOMEONE ELSE, TOWARDS YOUR GOAL, EARLY ON, IS THE GOAL. THIS WAY, SOMETIME BEFORE RETIREMENT AGE, YOU CAN AND WILL ESCAPE THE ECONOMICAL MATRIX. YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF THE ECONOMICAL MATRIX AS QUICKLY AND AS SMOOTHLY AS POSSIBLE. YOU HAVE TO LOVE YOURSELF. YOU HAVE TO LOVE YOURSELF ENOUGH TO REALIZE YOU NEED TO BUILD THE ECONOMIC STUCTURE OF YOUR DESIRES. IF NOT, THEN YOU ARE POSSIBLY DESIRING OTHER THINGS. THIS IS COOL. THIS IS LITERALLY YOUR LIFE. NOW SOMETIME IN YOUR LIFE, YOU MAY WANT TO RETIRE. ALL I AM SAYING IS IF THIS IS IN FACT THE CASE, YOU MIGHT WANT TO BEGIN THINKING OF SOLUTIONS NOW. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY TO YOU? WHAT MORE CAN I SAY AYE? YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME ONE DAY. FOR ONE REASON. I TOLD YOU STRAW HOUSES ARE WHERE PREDATORS GO FOR DINNER. IT IS A CIRCUS AND A JUNGLE OUT THERE. THE CIRCUS IS WITHIN THE JUNGLE. WE HAVE DISCUSSED SUCH ENVIRONMENTS ALREADY. WE BRING THEM UP AGAIN. WHY? CAUSE MAYBE YOU DON'T LISTEN. IT ISN'T YOUR JOB TO LISTEN. LISTEN TO YOUR HEART. LISTEN TO THE INNER VOICE WITHIN YOUR ESOPHAGUS. THEN REALIZE AIN'T NO STOPPING US. NOW. FOR NOW JUST KNOW, THE STRAW IS NOT MEANT TO BUILD A HOUSE FROM. STRAW GETS WET. MAYBE. I'VE NEVER BEEN AROUND A STRAW HOUSE. A STRAW HOUSE WOULD MAKE ME VERY NERVOUS. I'D BE THINKING THERE WERE LIONS OR TIGERS AROUND. ECONOMICALLY I DO NOT HAVE TO ALERT YOU, YOUR EXPENSES ONE DAY MAY EXCEED THE AMOUNT SUSTAINED BY THE ECONOMIC STRAW HOUSE. GOODNIGHT. NO, WE ARE GOING TO GO IN FOR TEN MORE MINUTES. WE ARE NOT SURE YET IF WE WILL DO ANOTHER SESSION TONIGHT. WE WANT TO TAKE A SECOND TO THANK EVERYONE WHO IS READING THIS MATERIAL. I FEEL COMPELLED TO USE ALL OF MY SPARE TIME TO WORK ON THESE CONCEPTS. I LITERALLY DO NOTHING ELSE. I WON'T FEEL GOOD ABOUT LAYING DOWN UNTIL I'VE WRITTEN FOR A FEW HOURS. 3 MINIMUM. THE NEXT ONE WOULD BE THE THIRD ONE. MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST GET READY TO START THE NIGHT'S THIRD SESSION. 

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11:15PM EST - 11:45PM EST
2.12.2020
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 12TH,
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTENMPORARIES: CHAPTER SIX: INVESTING IN OTHER BUSINESSES

THE HOUSE MADE OF STICKS. THE HOUSE OF STICKS IS EQUAL TO THE HIGH PRICED SLAVE. THIS SLAVE GETS MONEY. THIS SLAVES EARNS THE DOLLAR. THIS SLAVE, GETS PAID VERY WELL, TO BE A SLAVE. THIS SLAVE, MAKES SLAVERY LOOK DELICIOUS. FINANCIALLY DELICIOUS. THIS WAGE SLAVE MAKES ECONOMIC SLAVERY LOOK FINANCIALLY DELICIOUS. THAT'S TERRIBLE. HORRIBLE. TERRIBLY HORRIBLE. HORRIBLY TERRIBLE. ALL OF THE ABOVE. WHICH ONE SOUNDS BEST? NONE OF THE ABOVE! THE HOUSE MADE OF STICKS, WILL STICK IT TO YOU ONE DAY POSSIBLY. OR STICK YOU TO IT, THE HOUSE MADE OF STICKS MAY ONE DAY. YOU CAN MAKE THE HOUSE MADE OF STICKS WORK. THE HOUSE MADE OF STICKS, CAN WORK. WE WILL HELP CONVERT STICK HOUSES TO BRICK HOUSES. WE WILL HELP TO CONVERT THE STRAW HOUSES TO THE STICK HOUSES. WE LOVE LIFE. WE WANT NOTHING MORE BUT TO ENGAGE THE TRAVELLING HELPING HAND CHALLENGE. ALL AROUND THE WORLD. ALL AROUND Z'WORLD. THE HOUSE OF STICKS CAN BE CONVERTED TO THE HOUSE OF BRICKS. THE HOUSE OF STRAW CAN BE CONVERTED TO THE HOUSE OF STICK OR BRICK. MAYBE IT CAN BE CONVERTED FROM STRAW TO BRICK DIRECTLY. A DIRECT CONVERSION. THE FINANCIAL CONVERSION. THE DIRECT FINANCIAL CONVERSION. THE HOUSE OF STICK IS WHEN YOU WORK FOR SOMEONE AND NOT ALSO TO YOUR OWN CAUSE. YOU DO NOT WORK SOLELY FOR YOURSELF. SO IN THE BRICK HOUSE, THE OCCUPANTS EITHER WORK FOR THEMSELVES, OR DO NOT WORK FOR OTHERS AT ALL. THEY EITHER ARE ENTREPRENEURIAL, BUSINESS MINDED SOLE PROPRIETORS, OR THEY ARE FINANCIALLY LEVERAGING INVESTORS OF MANY VARITIES. THERE ARE ONLY A FEW PATHS IN LIFE TO TAKE TO GET INTO THE BRICK HOUSE, YET INSIDE THERE ARE MANY ROOMS TO EXPLORE. THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO BUILD MORE AND MORE BRICK HOUSES, ONCE YOU FIGURE OUT A VIABLE WAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE TO THE FULLEST BY GETTING YOUR EARNING POWER UP. THE STRAW HOUSE DOESN'T BELONG TO THE STRAW MAN. YOU WANT TO OWN YOUR OWN BUSINESS, SO YOU BRING IN YOUR OWN FUNDS. YOU WANT TO OWN YOUR OWN SCHEDULE. TO DO SO, YOU NEED TO EARN ELSEWHERE, ENOUGH TO SATISFY ALL DEBTS. WHATEVER ELSE ACCRUED, ARE THE PROFITS. IF YOU DON'T OWN YOUR OWN BUSINESS, WHETHER YOU DO OR DO NOT WANT TO, ONE DAY, IT IS IMPERATIVE YOU INVEST IN SOME SORT OF BUSINESS. SAY YOU WANT A BUSINESS AND HAVING $100K WOULD MEET YOUR START UP GOAL. FIGURE OUT A WAY TO INVEST IN OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESSES SOMEHOW, SO YOU ARE FINANCIALLY ENTITLED TO RETURN ON INVESTMENTS. THIS IS THE ECONOMIC FOUNDATION IN FRONT OF YOU. THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO DO WHAT MAY HAVE NOT BEEN DONE TO THIS DEGREE. CERTAINLY, NOT BY AS MANY PEOPLE WHO MAY END UP READING THIS MATERIAL. THE ONLY THING I CARE ABOUT IS UTILIZING MY FULL POTENTIAL. ONCE YOU UTILIZE YOUR FULL POTENTIAL, OR AT LEAST JUST BEGIN TO, THE PATHS FOR MAKING YOUR WAY FROM THE ECONOMIC FOREST OF DESTITUTION, GROW MORE VISIBLE. AKA SIMPLE. MOST PEOPLE HAVE SOME SORT OF BUSINESS THEY WOULD START. BY INVESTING IN OTHER BUSINESSES, YOU CAN ONE DAY SOON HAVE WAY, WAY, WAY, MORE MONEY THAN YOU EVER TRULY THOUGHT POSSIBLE. BUT IF THAT IS SO, THEN THAT IS SO A LIE. WE CAN MANIFEST IN OUR REALITY, WHATEVER WE DEEM POSSIBLE. AS LONG AS YOU CAN HONESTLY BELIEVE IT POSSIBLE, FOR YOURSELF, YOU WIN. I DO NOT WANT TO SAY THE WORD AGAIN. I SAID IT ONCE. ONLY ONCE. FOR EMPHASIS. AND THE WAY I SPEAK AND BETRAY YOUR PERCEPTION OF SOMEONE MY COMPLEXION. A LONG TIME AGO. 

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5:05PM EST - 5:30PM EST
2.13.2020
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 13TH, 2020
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER SEVEN: THE PIRATE AND HIS BOOTY

THE HOUSE OF BRICKS. THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS THE BEST HOUSE MATERIAL. THE ECONOMIC FOUNDATION YOU SET UP FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR FAMILY, IS TO BE SOLID. BRICK SOLID. I AM HERE FOR YOU. I DO NOT WANT THE BIG BAD WOLF TO GET YOU. THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS THE EASIEST HOUSE TO BUILD. THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS ALSO THE HARDEST HOUSE TO BUILD. IT IS IN YOUR BEST INTEREST TO REALIZE YOUR TOP PRIORITY IS BUILDING YOUR OWN BRICK HOUSE. IF NOT, THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS THE WOLF CAN GET YOU. THE WOLF CATCHES THE SLIPPING. SO DO NOT GET CAUGHT, SLIPPING. YOU SLIPPING? YOU FALLING? YOU CAN'T GET UP? WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! HE'S OVER HERE. COME GET 'EM. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY? YOU WANT ME TO BE ON YOUR SIDE? ARE YOU EVEN ON YOUR OWN SIDE? ARE YOUR ECONOMIC ACTIONS IN YOUR BEST INTEREST? ARE YOUR PRESENT ACTIONS SUITED TOWARDS YOUR GOAL LIST? WE ALL HAVE TO DEDUCT THE WEAKEST PERSONALITY TRAITS WE POSSESS, IN ORDER TO BUILD THE ECONOMIC FOUNDATION OF THE BRICK SOLID HOUSE. EVEN THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN IS WONDERFUL. EQUAL TO THE BRICK HOUSE. THE WOLF ISN'T GETTING INTO ANY LOG CABIN. I AM NOT EXEMPT FROM ANYTHING I WRITE. I CAN BE A VICTIM TO THE BIG BAD WOLF AS WELL. THAT'S WHY I HAVE NO SOCIAL LIFE. I'LL BE DAMMED. I'M GOING TO PUT AS MUCH EFFORT AS I POSSIBLY CAN TO GET OUT OF THE ECONOMIC FOREST OF SLAVERY. BAD ECONOMIC HABITS WILL ONLY HELP TO KEEP US ENSLAVED IN THE FOREST. THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC ENSLAVEMENT. WE HAVE TO LOOK INTO THE FUTURE, OUR FUTURE. WE HAVE TO PURSUE WHAT WE WANT FOR OUR LIVES. WE DESERVE OUR DREAMS. WE ARE WORTHY OF THE DREAMS. I LOVE YOU. I WANT YOU TO GET OUT OF THE FOREST OF ECONOMIC DISSEMINATION. (6:00PM EST - 6:41PM EST 2.22.2020) THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT. THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED. YOU CRAVE THE HOUSE OF BRICKS. THE HOUSE OF BRICKS. EVERYTHING AND MORE. WHAT EVER YOU WANT FROM YOUR LIFE, THE HOUSE OF BRICKS WILL GET YOU THERE. OR MAYBE THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS WHAT YOU WERE AFTER, ALL ALONG. PERIOD? PERIOD. THE HOUSE OF ECONOMIC BRICKS. THE ECONOMIC HOUSE OF BRICKS. ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSES. DOES IT NOT SOUND JUST NICE? THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS WHERE YOUR INVESTMENTS RETURN. THE HOUSE OF BRICKS IS WHERE YOUR INVESTMENTS PAY YOUR BILLS. ALL OF THEM. EVERY SINGLE ONE. IN ADVANCE. MANY TIMES OVER. THE ECONOMIC HOUSE OF BRICKS IS WHERE YOUR RETURNS ON INVESTMENT ARE INVESTED INTO OTHER INVESTMENTS. OTHERWISE YOU PAY TAXES ON IT IMMEDIATELY. THE ABC BOYS ARE PART OF THE BIG BAD WOLF SYSTEM. THEY WILL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN. I WILL PAY THE IRS EVERY DOLLAR I OWE THEM, FOR USING THEIR MONEY. THEIR CURRENCY. IT IS NOT MINE. IS IT MINE? NO. I DID NOT THINK SUCH THINGS. THE ECONOMIC HOUSE OF BRICKS, IS WHERE YOUR INVESTMENTS CREATE GENERATIONAL WEALTH. LET'S GET IT. THE ECONOMIC HOUSE OF BRICKS IS WHERE YOU ENJOY THE RETURN ON INVESTMENTS. THE ECONOMIC HOUSE OF BRICKS CREATES MORE ECONOMIC BRICKS. THE ECONOMIC HOUSE OF BRICKS IS WHERE WE WANT TO BE. PERIOD. FINANCIAL ILLITERACY IS THE SCARIEST CONCEPT TO ME. EVER. WHY? IF I DON'T FIGURE HOW TO RETIRE MY ECONOMIC WOES, I WILL FOREVER BE SUBJECTED TO ECONOMIC WOES. ECONOMIC WOES SEEM TO BE WOVEN, INTO THIS FABRIC OF REALITY. HAVE YOU EVER EXPERIENCED ANY ECONOMIC WOES? HAVE YOU EVER? NOT HAVING THE BRICK HOUSE JUST TERRIFIES ME. I WOULD WAKE UP FROM MY SLEEP AND THINK "WE HAVE TO GET US, OUR FREEDOM." ECONOMIC FREEDOM. GIVE US, US FREE. GIVE US OUR FREEDOM. WE MUST BUILD OUR ECONOMIC FREEDOM FOUNDATION, OURSELVES. WHAT DOES THE PIRATE THINK ABOUT ALL DAY LONG? WE HAVE TO KEEP OUR MIND'S EYE ON THE TREASURE. EVERY STEP MUST BE ON THE MAP. THE TREASURE MAP. THE ECONOMIC HOUSE OF BRICKS IS ALL I THINK ABOUT. IT WILL CREATE BRICKS FOR EVERYONE I LOVE AND HOLD DEAR. THEN I KNOW, I HAVE ENOUGH FOR ME, WHILE I AM HERE. I FEEL AN EXTREME DEBT TO THE COSMOS, THE UNIVERSE, GOD. EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE I DON'T KNOW ABOUT. THE ENERGIES OF LIFE HAVE BEEN VERY NICE TO ME. I'VE SEEN MOST OF MY DREAMS BLOSSOM BEFORE MY VERY EYES. NOW THERE'S JUST ONE MORE DESIRE I WOULD LIKE TO ATTAIN. THE ECONOMIC PORTFOLIO. SO MY FAMILY AND MENTOR AND EVERYONE I LOVE IS GOOD. FROM THERE I CAN SPEND THE REST ON THE WORLD. 

2.22.2020
SATURDAY FEBRUARY 22ND, 2020
9:43PM EST - 10:23PM EST
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ITEONNA BELL
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER EIGHT: A BIILION IN AIR

THE BIG BAD WOLF SYSTEM. THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM, IS COMPRISED OF MANY THINGS. VARIOUS ELEMENTS ARE CONTAINED WITHIN THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM. THE BIG SYSTEM. THE BIG WOLF. THE BAD WOLF. THE BIG BAD. THE WOLF SYSTEM. THE SYSTEM OF THE WOLF SOUNDS TERRIFYING, OR DOES IT NOT? THIS IS THE MOST SUSPENSEFUL PART OF THE STORY. WHAT IS THE BIG BAD WOLF? THE BIG BAD WOLF SYSTEM IS MADE UP OF THE LIST OF CONSEQUENCES OF FINANCIAL ILLITERACY. THE BIG AND BAD WOLF, CAN EAT ANY OF US UP, AT ANY GIVEN TIME. UNLESS IT WERE INCAPABLE OF FINDING US. TAX EVASION BRINGS THE BIG AND BAD WOLF. NOT PAYING RENT OR BILLS BRING THE BIG AND BAD WOLF. NOT KNOWING HOW TO DOUBLE THE DOLLAR LEGITIMATELY, WILL ULTIMATELY BRING ONE FACE TO FACE TO WITH THE BIG AND BAD WOLF. THE WOLF CAN BE PAID OFF. IT IS ACTUALLY THE WOLF'S CURRENCY IN THE FIRST PLACE. THE WOLF JUST WANTS WHAT IS HIS. IMAGINE IF THEY STARTED CHARGING COLD HARD CASH MONEY JUST TO BREATH AIR. MAYBE DR. SUESS WAS RIGHT. MAYBE THE ONCELER WAS AN OMEN OF FUTURE PROPORTIONS. PROPORTIONS? AIR? IF THEY CHARGED $30 PER HOUR FOR THE DAILY AIR SUPPLY, HOW MANY PEOPLE WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO SAVE? COULD YOU EVEN SAVE YOURSELF? WE WOULD ALL GO BANKRUPT. UNDER THOSE CIRCUMSTANCES, ANYONE UNDER BANKRUPT IS PRESUMABLY MISSING WITHOUT AIR. PERIOD. ARE WE PREPARED FOR THE DAY THE BIG AND BAD WOLF START CHARGING FOR AND THEN COLLECTING AIR? HOW MANY BOTTLES OF AIR WILL YOU HAVE? HOW MANY AIR TANKS WILL YOU BE SELLING? HOW MANY AIR TANKS WILL YOU EVEN HAVE? WILL YOU EVEN HAVE ENOUGH AIR TANKS TO SELL? COULD YOU EVEN AFFORD THREE MEALS PER DAY AT $30 PER HOUR FOR AIR ALONE? I'M TERRIFIED. ONE DAY THEY MAY CHARGE YOU FOR AIR. I WON'T BE HERE WHEN THEY START CHARGING YOU FOR AIR. IF I AM HERE WHEN THEY START CHARGING US FOR AIR, I BETTER BE A BILLIONAIRE. I TELL YOU THAT. OH BOY I DO TELL YOU SO. A SINGLE MAN ALONE, UNDER THOSE CIRCUMSTANCES OF CASH FOR AIR, WOULD BE PAYING THOUSANDS FOR AIR. ONE EXPENSIVE TICKET. ONE EXPENSIVE BOTTLE. THIS IS A BIG AND BAD WOLF SCENARIO. PICTURE ALL OF THE ECONOMIC WOES COMBINED, AS THE BIG AND BAD WOLF. IMAGINE THE COMBINED ECONOMIC WOES, AS THE BIG AND BAD WOLF, CHARGING FOR AIR. COULD YOU AFFORD $30 PER HOUR FOR AIR? HOW MANY AIR HOURS WOULD YOU HAVE ON DECK? OTHERWISE WE WOULD NOT EVEN BE ON THE DECK ANYMORE. IT WAS A COLD WORLD AND THEN ONE DAY THEY START CHARGING FOR AIR. THEN THE WORLD WAS COLDER. IMAGINE THE $30 PER HOUR AIR SUR CHARGE, AS FUTURE REPRESENTATIONS OF ECONOMIC WOES. RETIREMENT. GROWING TO RETIREMENT AGE. THE ELDERLY YEARS. HOW MANY STACKS WILL BE IN THE BAG, WHEN THE DIAPER IS FULL? HOW MANY NURSES CAN YOU PUT ON THE PAYROLL? CAN YOU BUY YOUR OWN NURSING HOME BEFORE RETIREMENT AGE? IF YOU OWN IT, THEY MIGHT TREAT YOU BETTER. HAVE YOUR OWN SUITE EQUIPPED WITH ART STUDIO. GO CRAZY IN THE STUDIO ALONE BUT SURROUNDED BY NURSES. BEAUTIFULLY INTELLIGENT NURSES. CARING NURSES. YOU PAY THESE NURSES VERY WELL. NURSE KAREN GETS PAID TO CARE INSIDE. YOU SLEEP IN A PADDED ROOM. JUST TO REMIND YOURSELF YOU HAVE FINALLY GONE CRAZY. SLEEP ON ANY SPOT YOU WOULD LIKE. THE SCARIEST THING ABOUT THE ECONOMIC SLAVERY WE ARE LIVING IN, IS IT DOES NOT JUST GO AWAY. WE MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. WE MUST DO SOMETHNG ABOUT IT, BEFORE THE BIG AND BAD WOLF ARRIVES, TO COLLECT THE DEBT. THE DEBT BISCUIT IS HIS AND HE IS VERY HUNGRY. "HIM SO HUNGRY". OH SO HUNGRY. 

11:05AM EST - 11:57AM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY TO MY NEPHEW, QQ
QUE HARRIS JR.

Title: "The Arrival of Jack Welker"
Fade in:
INT. S' CUZ CAFE - DAY
Jimmy and Kim are sitting in a booth, discussing their latest case.
Kim: "So, we have to prove that Mr. Smith did not commit fraud. I think we can do it."
Jimmy: "We'll need to find some evidence. Maybe we should talk to some of his colleagues?"
Suddenly, the front door of the cafe swings open, and a tall, imposing man walks in. It's Jack Welker, the ruthless drug lord from Breaking Bad.
Jimmy's eyes widen in surprise.
Jimmy: "What the hell?"
Kim: "Who is that?"
Jimmy: "That's Jack Welker. He's bad news."
Jack walks over to their booth, takes a seat, and places a briefcase on the table.
Jack: "Hello, Jimmy. Long time no see."
Jimmy: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jack: "Oh, come on. We did business together back in the day. Remember that little pharmaceutical scam we ran?"
Jimmy: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jack: "Cut the crap. I need your help. My nephew, Todd, is in trouble. He's been arrested on some bogus charges. I want you to represent him."
Jimmy: "I don't represent drug dealers."
Jack: "Come on, Jimmy. You owe me one."
Jimmy: "I don't owe you anything."
Jack opens the briefcase, revealing stacks of cash.
Jack: "I think you'll find this payment more than fair."
Jimmy hesitates for a moment, then looks over at Kim.
Kim: "Jimmy, we can't take this case. It goes against everything we stand for."
Jimmy: "I know. But what choice do we have? If we don't take it, Jack will just find someone else."
Kim nods in agreement, and they reluctantly agree to take the case.
Later, in the courthouse:
Jimmy and Kim are in a meeting with Todd and his lawyer.
Jimmy: "So, what's the deal? What are they charging you with?"
Todd: "They're saying I killed some guy. But I didn't do it. It's all a misunderstanding."
Jimmy: "Okay, we'll get to the bottom of this. But first, we need to know everything. Who's the victim? What's the evidence?"
Todd's lawyer: "We don't have all the details yet. The prosecution is still building their case."
Just then, Jack walks in.
Jack: "I've got some news. The victim was a rival drug dealer. He was a nobody, but apparently, he had some friends in high places. The prosecution is going after Todd hard. They're not messing around."
Jimmy: "Okay, thanks for the heads up. We'll be in touch."
As Jack leaves, Jimmy turns to Kim.
Jimmy: "We have to be careful. Jack is not someone to mess with."
Kim: "I know. But we have to do our job. We can't let Todd go down for something he didn't do."
Jimmy: "I know. But this case is going to get messy. I can feel it."
Fade to

Episode 21: Necessity has no law
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Fae Facts: No new concepts today so let's learn about banshees! Depicted as a female spirit of mourning, their wailing or keening would be heard when a member of their family died, even if they were far away. Sometimes they would even wail before such a death, serving as a warning. The keening woman is a tradional feature of mourning in Irish culture.
Discussion Topics:
Why do you think Mariel pushed Elias towards this path?
Jealousy is a problem in many relationships. Do you think Chise and Elias will be able to reconcile?
Manga/BTS:
[Chapters 38-40]The manga reveals the name of the book Elias goes to the college to seek: The Testament of Carnamagos.
[I liked the manga translation of Nevin’s encouragement better]“Falter not in the waves of doubt. Soar high above the stormy seas. The strength to do that is growing within you. Now, tell me. What is it that you must do?"
Selected Favourite Quotes and Images from Last Episode:
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“Self-sacrifice. You think that by destroying yourself, you can earn the right to be here.”
"I have to think about my party next year."
Discussion Topics for Tomorrow, Episode 22:
[Question 1]Why do you think Chise's father left?
[Question 2]Where is the line between "curse" and "blessing" here?

Yes, we get it. The situation is done(at least on paper and from what we see it is anyway). But to tell people to move on immediately is quite ridiculous(not ridiculous in itself but as if JJ did nothing crazy). JJ quite literally came for Wade in the most unusual manner possible. Many people in this subreddit don't know what it's like to have their reputation called into question at the expense of something important to them like careers, families or even lives. I'm all for forgiving(I even go as far as to not make it a matter of forgiveness when someone wrongs me and I let it go) but you should be able to empathize with everyone who trusted that JJ wouldn't be so low. We all knew JJ's ego was bigger than his forehead and that's cool. But when it doesn't make you accept full responsibility towards someone you have wronged, it sucks to be around you. Many plastic KSI fans do this cycle where they try to play pseudo-PR and minimize the situation, defending him but as soon as JJ apologizes, they hit you with the "he apologized, now move on" as if they didn't just defend such actions. It's also hypocritical from said plastic fans when they say things like "should we continue to hate him?". But when Dillon Danis or Jake Paul do something, it's something that they can never come back from. I'm not a supporter of Danis or Jake, but I at least keep it a buck 99 when someone does something right or wrong regardless of who it is(I'm saying this as a fan of JJ long before he dropped his song Creature). It's also ridiculous how people can't stand Kavos even tho he's telling the truth😂. I'm not saying you have to be like "yasssss queen" but for you to hate him and dishonestly say he's manipulating his audience is wrong. As a Kavos fan I can agree he milks situations but every creator does that😂😂😂(they make money by repeatedly doing stuff. Y'all don't get this worked up when JJ continues making try not to laughs or reddit videos). You let him go when he defends Logan Paul's failed escapades(which is confirmed that he hasn't paid his supporters back for) but get angry when people actually hold him accountable for it. Some people think we should got back to making memes for the reddit day as usual as if this situation isn't why we've been coming up with hilarious memes as of late😂. It's cool to be a part of JJ's fan base, but keep that same energy across the board. It's actually unfortunate but it took JJ telling a whole lie for us to finally tell JJ enough is enough. As a small business owner, I'm nowhere near JJ's level in business. But at 22 years of age, I can at least say that I know how to do my research and verify the facts. From a business perspective(if not from a personality/character or boxing standpoint) I've lost respect for you because even though I'm not expecting you to know everything, the information that comes directly to YOU should be info you make a point to verify and taking Keem's word(of all people yikes) or mams was poor insight and oversight from you and a man who worked so hard for you and your vision almost got incapacitated for it. You should do something about those people(obviously up to you) and also stop and think before you say or do something you regret. I'm not gonna stop watching your videos or unfollow your socials, but you have a long way back especially for the people who had your back since the beginning(not so much for the fake fans since they just see you as an angel who deserves unlimited tries). What's more, Wade is W for standing on his square and I wish him the best on his future endeavors(he also gained a new sub in me). Also, JJ should do something about the people behind the scenes who have an issue with the guy using a drink that God forbid is better than prime😂😂😂. W JJ's parents for not getting involved, W Ethan for saying it like it is and idk about the other Sidemen who didn't understand the whole situation but no hard feelings toward anyone anyway. Finally, Mo came outta nowhere with his response to Kavos😂. Kavos was right and I think Mo just wanted the situation to end(which is fine) but for him to come from the woodwork to tell Kavos that when he said nothing the whole time was not it. He should've stayed quiet. Do better supposed fans of KSI. Hold JJ and everyone regardless of what childish or genuinely justified feelings you have toward them, to the same standard. That's all...

Hey there! I'm looking for a fandom/original romance, angst, etc centered roleplay! Discord is preferred, but I can write on here also. 18+ partners ONLY, as I am 22 years old and don't feel comfortable writing with minors.
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My name is Houston and I'm in CST timezone. I've been really wanting to write some some specific plots/genres which I will explain ^{_^} I am a more literate/novela writer, NO ONE LINERS OR ASTERIXS, and at least two paragraphs preferred [quality over quantity though] and I mostly write in Third Person POV. I'm looking for a plot with a MLM ship, though I can also do NBLM, NBLNB, or WLW/NBLW. I just prefer LGBT+ ships!
Fandoms I like to write [if wanting fandom RP] :
South Park(☆☆), The Last Of Us(☆), Hannibal, Ace Attorney, Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad, Top Gun, DCU(☆), JJBA, Golden Kamuy(☆), Yakuza Games(☆), Chainsaw Man, JJK, Tokyo Revengers(☆), Midnight Mass, Kickass(☆), Trigun, The Boys(☆☆), ETC!
[If there's any fandom specifically you wanna write, feel free to ask! I'm in a lot of fandoms!]
I am fine with writing most any characters, and fine with writing OCxOC, CCxCC, and OCxCC! We can write an original verse with specific genres or play OC(s) in a fandom verse! If you want to write as an OC, please have some kind of reference and information about them ^{_^}
Genres/plots I like to write :
ROMANCE(☆☆☆), Angst(☆☆), Whump (☆), Hurt/Comfort(☆), Hurt/No Comfort, Western(☆), Cyperpunk, Organized Crime(☆), Crime/mystery, Action/fighting(☆), Slice of life(depends), Etc!
I'm very versatile with my writings, so if there's any other ideas you may have, feel free to ask!
I enjoy writing various AUs and such, so if you have any plot ideas you've been wanting to write whether it be universe, fandom, genre/plots, I'm all ears! I am very friendly and love talking OOC and like making friends with my writing partners! ^{_^}
Extras/Misc : Writing samples are not required, but are a nice bonus! I am comfortable with writing many dark/gritty topics, but I will not write graphic SA or anything like that. It can be mentioned, but I will not write it.
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Thank you for reading and happy writings!! DM me if you're interested! ☆

My wife and I, along with our MC, agreed that I needed to leave the subreddit. I shall return and search topics when I need help. I did, absolutely, need the subreddit after D-Day. At one point, I wanted to stop existing. No drugs. Booze. Gun to my head. Nothing. I wanted to be erased and have never felt. But now, scrolling through Reddit during a slow brunch can trigger me. It's been over a year. We got through D-Day a year later. Honestly, I forgot even though we had worked with our wonderful MC to prepare for the day.
I tried to hang on here to support those new. And now. For my marriage, I must put us first. I tried to leave advice for those here and there. To give back in return for those that guided me. Going to summarize a few things and be on my...marry way. Feels awesome to be here. We learned a lot – monogamy or bust for us. If there is a next time, either one of us, we are calling it quits. I hope we don’t get there and will not focus on it; however, those are our rules moving forward.
Nuggets

1. I am glad I did not sleep with someone to get back, was told I could, but deep down, I knew it would not help, and would hurt the person I knew I could do it with
   
2. I am a heavy drinker, drinking makes this 10X harder to overcome
   
3. I am a gun owner, I did grab a gun in anger one night, I went to load the clip, I stared at myself in the mirror, and told myself, you are not this person, the clip was not meant for my wife or I, small man syndrome, do not be like me
   
4. MC saved our marriage before, during, after, and we will continue to do it every 2-4 weeks hopefully for the rest of our long lives
   
5. Anger, yelling, name calling, badmouthing, although feels good in the moment, you end up regretting it and feeling horrible, not to mention, damaging progress
   

Two Things That Worked for Me

1. I read on here, someone told me, they would tell themselves, when they were getting overwhelmed, they would say, “I forgive you,” that worked well for me in the beginning
   
2. STOP: Stop, take a few deep breaths, observe yourself from third perspective, proceed with a plan (when feeling overwhelmed, great habit)
   

The thing that saved our marriage. During the WORST of our over ten years together. During that hell. We agreed on two things, 1) we still loved each other, and 2), we wanted to grow old together.
Sometimes when my light gits dim. I channel Positive Phil from “Modern Family.” And I think, well, if we want to grow old together, better not let the light go out. Bright and shiny my friends. This little light of mind. I’m going to let it shine.
Best of luck. Thank you. And Godspeed to BSs and WSs. May peace be upon you both.

Part 1
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“I refuse to step inside the dark room again. Not after what happened a couple of days ago. At least not yet” I thought, while sitting in my room with the events still fresh in my mind. Before I begin telling you what happened since, I just want to thank you all for the advice in my last post. I honestly didn’t know how to approach this situation but with your guys’ help, I had somewhere to start.
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It was the day after the incident. I hadn’t told anyone what happened, but I knew I wanted to talk to Felix. I had so many questions for him. He must know something. While I was at work, I was thinking a lot about the old man that used to live in the house. I realized that this entire time, Felix and I just referred to him as “the guy” or “the old man”. I guess I never cared to know his real name.
I thought that if I knew his name, I could just google him and find some information. Coincidentally, as I was driving home from work, my phone rang. Incoming call from Felix. Just seeing his name on the caller ID screen gave me shivers. The incident in the dark room flashed into my mind and I forgot what I planned on saying to him. I answered one handed and spoke, “hey man, what’s up?”
“Hey John, I’m alright. You doing anything today?”
I replied, “um. No not really. Listen, do you remember that film from the box in the boiler room? I know this is gonna sound crazy but-”
“I need some help at my house again bro. Trying to get this done asap and today’s the only day I’ll be able to work on it until next week”. Felix sounded like he was in a hurry. Before replying, I thought that maybe I could explain the situation better in person. I felt like I’d sound like a lunatic over the phone.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be there soon. Before you go, I gotta ask you something”.
“Make it fast cause’ I gotta go, man.”
“What’s the name of the guy that used to live in your house?”
“Uh...” Felix paused for a few seconds, “I can’t remember right now. Just be here in an hour or two”.
“WAIT. Wait. Are you at the house right now?” I asked.
“Yes. Why”.
“Can’t you like, check his mailbox for some old mail or something? It’ll say his name there”.
Felix sighed, “Why do you want to know it so bad?”
“I’ll explain it to you later. It’s a long story. Sorry if I’m interrupting you.”
Felix said, “alright, hold on” followed by a loud thud. It sounded like he dropped something.
A moment passed before Felix spoke again. “Okay his name’s Travis Rice. Gotta go now. Let me know when you’re here”.
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I got home and made myself dinner before going to Felix. While I was eating, I searched “Travis Rice Obituary” on google on my phone. I scrolled through a few Travis Rice’s until I found one that was from my town. The first thing I saw was his picture. A smiling old white man with gray hair and a wrinkly face. Then I read his obituary.
“Travis Rice. May 1931- July 2022. Mr. Travis was an outstanding member of his community, and a true American”. After reading the rest, I gathered that Travis served in the U.S military during the Korean War in the 1950’s. He has three daughter’s and two sons. His wife had passed away 4 years ago. He did volunteer work even at an old age and even was a teacher for a while. I won’t lie, I did not expect his obituary to be so positive. This whole time in my head I assumed he was some maniac cult leader who never threw away any of his junk.
Once I finished reading, I noticed that there isn’t a cause of death anywhere. I guess some obituaries can choose not to include that.
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I arrived at Felix’s house, and it was almost turning into sunset. The trash container Felix had rented was still outside, but it was nearly empty. I wondered if it would get completely full again. The front door was slightly opened, and I let myself in. I walked around the main floor looking for him. The living room didn’t look too bad now that it was empty.
Once I entered the kitchen, I called Felix’s name. “What! I’m here” he replied as he popped out from behind the old fridge. He scared the sh*t out of me. “Jesus Christ... What are you doing there?” I said with my palm on my chest.
“I’m putting the hand truck behind this old fridge. It has to go. This thing smells like a dead person”. He spoke.
“Well, what if there IS a dead person in there?” I said, “Let’s open it”.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Felix said while placing his hand on the fridge door.
“Why not? I just want to see what our guy Travis kept inside”.
“Alright, but don’t open it until I say”. Felix took his hand off the door and walked to the other side of the house. “Go ahead”. I opened the fridge door slowly and peaked through. No light bulb turned on so I couldn’t see inside. I opened it halfway and an incredibly foul odor hit my nose and I almost threw up. There wasn’t a dead body chopped up into small pieces, but there was a half empty bottle of expired milk, expired steak, cheese, and other stuff that was probably there for at least a year.
As soon as I slammed the door shut Felix started walking back. “Ha! See, I told you I wouldn’t do that. Next time just listen to me. Come on, let’s put this thing outside”.
Felix and I continued to clean the house. I really wanted to explain the dark room incident to him, but the entire time I was thinking, “how do I say this without sounding like I’m insane?” I concluded that there just wasn’t a way to say it without sounding crazy, so I just did it.
“Hold on, Felix. Let’s pause for a minute. I have to tell you something”.
“Okay, what?”
“Remember those two rolls of film that I showed you the last time we were cleaning this house?”
“The ones from the box downstairs?”
“Yeah. Here’s the thing. I really need you to just believe everything I say, okay? Even if it sounds super ridiculous. Everything I am going to tell you is one hundred percent real. I swear I am NOT lying.”
“Okay, okay, John just tell me. Look, I’ll believe it if I believe it-”
“IT’S TRUE... Alright, whatever, I’m just gonna start. So, the day after I found the film, I went to develop it in my university’s dark room. I- I heard and felt something. It wasn’t human. It- it was like some kind of beast-”
“What did it look like?”
“I DON’T KNOW. I was unrolling the film in complete darkness. I didn’t see what it looked like”.
“Why would you do it in the dark, though?” Felix asked. I was getting frustrated because I didn’t feel like explaining the process of developing film.
“BECAUSE- BECAUSE there can’t be any light in the first step, only the rest of the process. I only heard its footsteps. It blew strong blows of air on me anytime I moved. I thought it was going to attack me, but I turned the lights on just in time”.
Felix just stood there looking me dead in the eye, confused as ever. “What the hell are you talking about?” I lowered my head into a face palm and sighed deeply.
“I mean, seriously, what are you on, man? You think you summoned a demon or something?” He said. “So, did you even get to develop the film anyway, or what?”
“No” I said, “I was too freaked out. I just put the film in its canister and left it in a drawer. I swear I’m telling the truth. I just wanted to see if you knew anything about it”.
“Yeah, no, I have no idea what you’re talking about. So, is that it? Are you done with this whole picture's thing?”
I replied, “Well, I don’t want to relive that experience. At the same time though, I really want to know what those pictures look like. If I’m going back to the dark room to finish, I at least want to take someone with me”. We looked at each other for a few seconds.
“...Let me guess, you want me to go with you?” Felix asked. “Yes. I do”. I spoke.
Felix took a breath, “... I mean, I guess since you’re helping me clean this place up I might as well. It’ll have to wait though. I won’t have time until next week”.
“That’s fine” I said, “I can wait”.
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Fast forward to Monday. Felix and I agreed to meet in front of my university in the morning. We walked together towards the art department. We went up the elevator and walked down the end of the hall to where the dark room was. Being in front of that room again was so unnerving. I almost didn’t even want to step inside anymore.
Noticing my hesitation, Felix moved past me and entered the dark room, and I followed.
I had my phone flash again as I quickly switched the light on. I did not want it to be dark again. Thankfully, the next steps in developing the film could be done with the lights on. Felix was standing with his arms crossed.
“Alright, so now what?” he asked. I replied, “I have to set up all of the chemicals and then take the canister out of the drawer that I left it in”.
“Don’t you want me to help with anything?” he asked.
“No, you’re mainly here so that I’m not alone”.
I set up the chemicals as it said in my notes. Pre-soak, developer, hypo-clear, Photo-Flo etc. They were all lined up in beakers in the sink. Then, I went to the drawer that I left the canister with film in. It was still there. I brought it over the sink where the chemicals were ready.
“Here goes” I said out loud. Felix moved from the corner of the room to a few feet away from me. I poured the first solution in, agitated the canister for its required time, and then poured it out. I repeated this step for each chemical solution. Nothing bad had happened yet. The lights were on, Felix was watching over me, things were good.
“So how do I get this demon to show up? Should I turn the lights off?” Felix chuckled. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. If only he knew what I experienced that day.
Fast forward now to the last step of the process. I just had to take the film out of the hurricane film washer and put it to dry.
I took it out and unrolled it. As soon as I stretched it out, my eyes went directly onto the film. “FINALLY,” I thought, “I can finally see what these damn PICTURES ARE”. I held the film up to the fluorescent ceiling light and the negatives were visible now. They were tiny, black and white, but I couldn’t tell what the pictures were of.
The negatives on the film were so unrecognizable. After a few seconds of me trying to figure out what I was looking at, I decided I needed to bring out the light box. A light box is a box that shines white light at the top. Film is placed on top of the light box, and it lets you see the pictures clearly.
"Hold this. Don’t touch the strip of negatives, just hold the top part”. I handed Felix the unrolled film while I looked for the light box. I found it in a cabinet and grabbed it. I then set it on a station and plugged it to the wall. I flipped it on, and it shined brightly.
“Okay, let me see the film” I said to Felix.
“What the hell am I supposed to be seeing?” I looked over and saw he was trying to look at the negatives using the same ceiling light I was using.
“Dude, just give it to me so we can see them on the light box”. He handed the film to me. This was it.
I placed the beginning of the film on the light box, and it showed the first few pictures clearly.
FIRST PICTURE: The first picture was taken from the inside of a house. You could see out the window where there is nothing but trees.
SECOND PICTURE: A landscape of a small lake. A bird is hovering over the water.
THIRD PICTURE: A blurry unexposed shot of a stack of books.
Half of the pictures were like this. Just normal boring pictures of random stuff. “You made it seem like we’d see something cool or crazy. These are just boring ass pictures, man,” said Felix.
I was pretty disappointed so far. I almost wanted to just stop and start cleaning up. Until about the sixteenth picture.
SIXTEENTH PICTURE: A picture of a forest. Many tall trees were in the picture plane. The trees in the center were a different shade than the rest. Seems like it was taken at night, and the photographer was using a flashlight.
“Hey, what’s that there?” I whispered. “What?” asked Felix. In picture number sixteen there was a figure in between the trees. It was hard to see but I thought I saw a silhouette of something humanoid.
SEVENTEENTH PICTURE: This picture was similar to the last, except now, that figure was closer to the camera. I could see a more distinct shape. It definitely wasn’t human. It had an animal shape with a long neck.
“What is that? A horse?” said Felix. I started sweating.
EIGHTEENTH PICTURE: Now the creature was CLOSER. It was an animal or beast. I’ve never seen a creature like it before. It showed its side profile. Its body still hidden behind the trees. The creature was about 15 feet away from the camera. We could see its face. The head was shaped like a goat and horse at the same time.
“What is this thing? Do you know what animal that is?” I turned to Felix. He was wide mouthed now. More disturbed and shocked than I was. “Felix?”
“... I uh... I think we should stop looking now,” he said nervously. I was taken aback. Why would we stop now?
“...Are you okay Felix? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t respond. I continued looking.
NINETEENTH PICTURE: The creature was IN THE AIR. The ENTIRE body was visible, and it took up the whole picture plane. It had claws for hands that were stretched out. Its legs had hooves and its body was long. On each side of its body were long blurry blobs. They looked like wings, but its motion was blurred. It had no pupils in its eyes and its mouth was opened disturbingly wide.
“WH- WHAT IS THIS?” I yelled. Before I could keep moving the film to see the next picture, I felt a hard shove and I fell to the ground. Felix was standing over me with a shocked and worried face. He snatched the film off the light box and started crumpling it.
“FELIX WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR. Wha- what are you DOING!” I yelled at him.
“No one was supposed to know...” he said softly while looking at me dead in the eyes.
“...Know what??” I questioned. He started walking toward me. I was freaked out and discomforted and I kept scooting back while on the floor. Felix put his hand on the table nearest to him and picked up a pair of scissors. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” I screamed.
He was only a foot away from me before all the lights suddenly went out and it was completely dark. I felt like I had just died but I heard a familiar noise.
*HUFF*
“What the hell?” Felix’s voice said in front of me.
*HUFF* *HUFF*
“No... God. Please, no,” I thought, with tears in my eyes. The ground started to shake rhythmically.
“WHO'S THERE?” Felix yelled out. I heard things cling and clang as they started to fall to the floor.
*HUFF*
I was still sitting on the floor. I looked up. The only thing I saw in the void of black darkness was two red dots.
“JOHN. WHERE THE F*CK ARE YOU”. I heard shuffling. “WHAT THE F*CK?!”
The two red dots went up, then swiftly dragged down and I heard a disturbing *CRUNCH*. Felix let out a blood curdling scream. What followed was a mix of crunching, Felix’s crying and screaming, and more things falling to the floor. All I could see was those two red dots moving violently around the darkness.
And then, Felix stopped screaming. All I could hear was the gnashing of teeth. I thought that I was next. My adrenaline kicked in and I made a dash for the light switch. The floor shook as I ran. Thank the stars, I flipped them on. I looked behind me. There wasn’t anyone with me anymore. Felix was nowhere to be seen. On the floor where he was standing was the crumpled up roll of film.
I stood there in silence for at least a half hour, not knowing what to do. The crumpled up film was in my hand. I uncrumpled the film and put it back on the light box.
NINETEENTH PICTURE: The creature was once again far away from the camera but still in the air.
TWENTIETH PICTURE: A wide shot picture of the forest. Seems like the photographer got out of the forest.
TWENTYFIRST PICTURE: A picture of a house. Likely the same house as the first.
TWENTYSECOND PICTURE: A closer picture of the house. A silhouette was peeking out from the side of the house.
TWENTYTHIRD PICTURE: A zoomed in picture of the silhouette. It’s a person. I can’t see their face.
TWENTYFOURTH PICTURE: A man is standing next to the house. I recognized his face immediately. It was Felix.

An author's note: Please read this post in it's entirety before you message me, I've added a follow up to answer most of the basic questions I've been asked over the last 3 years since I started posting my AD.

All my previous iterations were mostly about what role I could fulfill; and while this mostly still is true, walking amongst the elites the last week has opened my eyes... I'm looking for a complacent trophy to put on full display. Arriving to this city I already had a deep... Passion for power, governance; and just over all domination -- Washington DC fulfills my lust, and thirst for both political power, and monetary gain. Now I want, not need an adequate toy to share this experience with. Before I was playing conservatively; not anymore,
I've allowed my ego to rampant and on auto-pilot; thus far everything is according to design.
I'm as amoral as they come; I will eviscerate my way to the top of the governmental, and corporate ladder(s). I'm a retired hacker that has realized my full potential is being squandered away, so I'll begin to kick in the doors of 3 letter agencies until recruit me; or I die trying.
I've come to the conclusion that you need to make an impression with these sort of things, so I'm going to just let my words flow freely. So here we go:
Basics:
Height: 5'7
Weight: 175, could stand to lose a few lbs to get my abs back.
Eyes: Brown eyes.
Hair: Long curly brown hair (think Slash Rose's illegitimate son.)
Race: White.
Ethnicity: Hispanic (Cuban.)
Languages: Spanish, English, Sign-language.
Profession: Network Engineer in NW DC.
Religion: Agnostic.
A little about me:
I like long walks on the beach, sunsets, oh did I mention that I'm a sadist, and that I'm utterly insane?
I've been called a silver tongued devil; Quick witted, charismatic, with just the right amount of sarcasm.
Hobbies: Not being bored, it's a lot harder than it sounds. I enjoy learning/conversing about The Universe/space, science, and technology. I was quite nomadic in my 20s, having visited two different countries, lived in over 17 states, visited over 38.
Music: I'm more of a rhythm of the beat type of person vs. lyrics, but generally I've found myself to enjoy electronica. Definitely like a lot 80s synth pop, but again, this is just the preference, not really against the rest of the genres.
Shows: Billions, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Board Walk Empire, Billions, Rome, Deadwood, Halt and Catch Fire, The Sopranos, South Park, Mad Men, Dexter,
Movies: Beetlejuice, Brain Scan, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb,
"What are you looking for?"
Well I can encompass a Master, a Dominant, or a Daddy, so it's really what can I provide for you?1
"How is such a thing possible?" Antisocial Personality Disorder (3.4 for those interested.)
"Why was it necessary to mention that?" To give credence as to how I can, and have been all aspects of Dominance.
"Monogamy or polyamory?" Favoritism towards polyamory, but seeing as it's rare to find multiple partners that allow me to explore my more sadistic side without tension, and/or drama, I'd go with monogamy if the individual allowed me to be depraved.
Preference in the following order: Slave, submissive, little (I will explain further below.)
Kinks: Sadism, TPE, CNC, bondage, degradation, humiliation, knife play, rope play, rape/abduction play, choking, impact play, spanking, hair pulling (I think you get the idea by now, there are still far more, here's a more comprehensive list.)
Experience: 15+ years.
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So about that whole preference thing, as I am on the ASPD spectrum I'm capable of fulfilling whatever role(s) are required of me to get what I want. So let me explain further, I'm openly telling you far ahead of time that I lack emotions and empathy, with the hopes that me giving you the illusion of whatever it is you require, will be met with reciprocation of the kinks we can agree upon. This is where the waters get muddied for little's, I can definitely treat you like the princess you want to be, without all the douche-baggery you'll deal with as people tugging at your heart strings. Plenty of people around here pretend to be Daddies and will leave you absolutely heartbroken. Tired of games? Tired of bullshit? Well here's someone willing to give you all the care, attention, and affection you desire without any hassles.
"Why would you want to be a Daddy Dom given your lack of emotions, and empathy?"
I am a social chameleon. I've been perfecting my art for the majority of my life, I like the challenge. I like to learn people and, give them what they want with the idea that I get what I want in the end, it's called a social transaction. I know what respect is, and I believe I need to write a little about this. Once we've discussed clear limits, and terms, they shall not be crossed, it's counter productive for me to lose my play thing(s). I can be fiercely territorial of all my possessions, that includes the individual(s) I'm involved with, what is mine will be protected, whether you're a slave, a submissive, or a little.If you want someone to completely treat you like trash, I'm more than willingly to oblige, if you need a savior and a protector, well I can do that too. I'm able to encompass what is required; a means to an end.
"What are you looking for in a submissive?" I'd like it to extend outside of the bedroom, but if it doesn't, whatever, I'm not going to repeat myself, so hopefully you've read this in it's entirety.
"What are you looking for in a slave?" Mostly aesthetics, and objectification. Of course I'd expect loyalty, servitude, and there's a plethora more, but I don't feel I need to be too descriptive on this part.
Now that I've written a fucking novel about myself, let's get to you....
Age: I prefer them younger (18+) , but have dated women as old as 45; generally if I find you attractive, I won't care.
Height: the shorter the better, but I've dated women taller than myself, not a deal breaker.
Weight: I'd like someone on the smaller side, a few extra pounds will be acceptable, but no one overweight please, just not my thing.
I will list things below in order of preference, not necessarily a disqualifier. (This is only opinion, not a rating system.)
Race: White, but as long as I'm attracted I won't care, I don't discriminate.
Ethnicity: N/A read above.
Language(s): The more the merrier, accents are a huge plus, whether a southern drawl, or other.
Religion: I'm completely open to allowing you to practice whatever you'd like, just don't expect me to participate; I can be respectful of your beliefs, as long as you're respectful of mine, I am a man of science, The Universe is my religion (so to speak.)
Eyes: Blue, green, hazel, brown (If you have Heterochromia iridum you move to the front of the line, I like mutations.)
Hair: The longer the better, no preference as to style, as for color: I prefer true blondes, redheads, dirty blondes, and then brown.
Tattoos: Sure, whatever, as long as it's not overwhelming or flat out tacky, in this day in age it's harder to find someone with none, so as the trend follows above.
Piercings: Depends, some people can pull off septum piercings, but I personally dislike them, so if it compliments your facial features, sure why not. But there is definitely a breaking point where it becomes overwhelming and you just look like Hellraiser.
Education: Strong preference towards educated women, this does not necessarily mean academics, open to all.
Profession: No preference, but I do tend to like women in psychology (I have my reasons.)
Personality: If I have to learn "your" pronouns, or apologize for my "white male privilege" you can fuck right off; I don't care about politics.
Children: Strong preference in favor of not having them, unless we never intend to meet, or you don't expect a level of commitment from me to them, then I don't readily care, non-factor. To explain a tad bit, it isn't that I can't, I just would rather not raise children, I have too many plans in life that children would derail, maybe later.
If you're interested in communicating further, I prefer talking on these platforms and in this order: Discord, WhatsApp, Reddit Chat\, Skype, Kik,* open to other forms of contact.
\Reddit Chat isn't the same thing as their mailing system, just an FYI.*
Go ahead and shoot me a message, I'm waiting.
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An update:
Well just to filter some things out, since I get this so many times... I will not be putting a big editorial process to this update(I say this now, after already re-reading, and editing a minimum of 5 times; I'm a slave to my own perfectionism,) so if you mostly have questions about me, ASPD, and things of the like, read this before you message me.
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While I absolute love to talk about myself because I'm just such a narcissistic-hedonist, I also do get bored of repeating myself, even if it is a new person. As such read everything in it's entirety before you message me, as I'm going to entertain less, and less messages about me, and not what I'm seeking, I'd rather focus on only replying to potential partners, and absolutely nothing else, that being said if anything I have not covered in this update, or post still burns an answer from you, by all means message me.
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"Were you formally diagnosed?"
I get asked about this A LOT, I'm not going to go into very many details, suffice it to say, yes, but it's been labeled as a misdiagnosis, all you need to know is I score high, and I do the things you'd expect, the pyromania, the violence that is actually associated at early age, the works, I'm not comfortable giving you more beyond that, and I will not be entertaining questions about my personal life, maybe a partner could ask me those questions, but I'm not letting you in my head, that's my game, not the other way around :).
Please do your own research beyond this point, it's borderline laziness how often I keep getting asked about this.
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"Why are you so open about it(ASPD)?"
Isn't it obvious? A lot of you can't fathom why someone with ASPD would just openly come out, and admit to people, well I guess I really should've brushed up on this when I first made my post, or at least go into a far more descriptive detail than I had originally, so here goes:
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If I'm ever to lead a sort of a long term relationship based on trust, and honesty, just how in the HELL do you expect me to explain this to you ever so casually? It's best to show your cards in the beginning, this is my own baggage, or some form there of.
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There's two reasons I'm choosing to do this online, and vehemently under anonymity; 99% of you will be irrelevant to me, 99% of you will never meet me, it's just that simple, ergo why wouldn't I just preface my entire description as such, and as brutally honest as possible? Secondly I do not want a partner whom I need to continue to wear a mask for, I want to be me, the real me, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
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What I find the most is women that fetishize the entire ordeal, that's all fine and dandy, but it does show just a lack of understanding about what APSD is as a whole, and to be perfectly blunt, you're wasting my time, I don't need to feed into your lonely thrill romance you spun in your head from watching true crime dramas. More often than not, this what happens, spare us the role-playing, I'm just not that bored.
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"Empathy"
One clear distinction I'd like to make, so I can stop getting asked about it, we DO have empathy, it's just not how YOU experience empathy. Think of a light switch, by default most of the population's is on, ours is off by default, and furthermore we have the ability to turn it on, and off. Yes, it is that simple, yes we use it for manipulation, now stop asking me about this, it's boring to repeat this.
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"Emotions"
Boredom, rage. This is what I'm capable of in the dark, empathy off. I'm constantly seeking stimuli, if you notice by actually looking through my posts, I've moved a ton of times, and always national parks... New atmosphere, new adventures, new dangers, you know, the shit that gets your heart pumping, adrenaline. This is my favorite drug, this is the high I constantly chase to kill the boredom. Rage is just self explanatory, my defaults are animalistic.
I am fully capable of experiencing all emotions, it's just for the most part, because I don't want do, I don't allow myself to.
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"Manipulation"
For the longest time I told myself who cares if I burn bridges in my wake, I'm building a highway in its place. Mostly still true, and I absolutely use it on a daily basis for survival, I must stress, and emphasize survival, here is why; I'm human, like the rest of you, what do you do on a daily basis, if not find means, and ways to survive, and entertain yourself? I know no other way other than to use people to my advantage, I minimize the damage where I can, and move about my daily existence, guilt, and worry free about doing any wrong, an argument could be made that we all use each other in some weight, or capacity, and that's good enough for me.
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I'm sure by now you're probably wondering what the hell any of that has to do with anything, it's simple if the point flew over your head, again. I'm tired of manipulating people, using them, abusing them, discarding them, I didn't grow a conscious I'm not "growing" as a person, but much more likely, I'm just bored of the routine, or the process, which has become the symphony of my life.
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"Love"
I by no means ever want to experience this love you all chase like Alice clumsily falling down the rabbit hole. I've seen it so much in my life it's downright pathetic, and I actually feel bad for those of you that have such strong emotions, see empaths. You're slaves to these emotions, you let people use and manipulate you, you've been hurt, and had your heart ripped from your chest, and it feels like you no longer have purpose, lacking direction, and meaning in life. I merely know this from generally observing humans for most of my natural born life. I'm more than happy to remain the way I have always been, and never wish to experience emotions in the way you do, I find it to be an advantage, one I can apply to more important things in life, like the pursuit of knowledge.
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I hope the psych nerds will now stop asking me these questions, I've paid my dues.
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"Preferences"
My preferences, are just that, a list of my preferences, at no point in any of my writing did I say I was prejudice between one thing, or that I show favoritism. I merely made a chart listing some of the attributes that I myself, personally find to be significant to me, but that isn't to say, or detract from other things. It's the equivalent of asking me if I prefer Metallica, or Megadeth; well I'm going to say I prefer one over the other, but I enjoy both, and the genre as a whole, the genre being women in this case. I enjoy women for my own personal entertainment, and amusement -- which makes it all the more hilarious to me when I get called a misogynist.
so please spare me all your comments, and messages telling me that it's so "intimidating", if my post intimidates you, what can I really even begin to say about that? It doesn't sound like we'd be compatible, or much less you'd be able to accept me as a person, in any case this is a personal issue.
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"You Need Help!"
I know what the help is, they just remind you repeatedly that your actions have consequences, they do not prescribe a medication for this, just therapy, and I know enough already to check myself, it really is that easy.
P.S:
"To My Adoring Fans"
You call me an edge-lord, cringe, and a wide range of inane insults, that truly don't phase me, since I get a lot of these messages, I thought I'd give you my rebuttal; just so you know I sleep naked so that anyone that doesn't like me, can kiss my ass - feel free to visit anytime!
P.S.S: I now operate, function, and walk amongst the elite of the nation; I see my kind everywhere, this is what Rome must of felt like in it's heyday; Cicero you clever bastard... I bid you all adieu -- and depart with this:
{"Το σύμπαν είναι αλλαγή. η ζωή μας είναι αυτό που την κάνουν οι σκέψεις μας.";}
Sincerely,
<~sodomy>

I'm curious what you'd all like the outcome of these contempt charges to be? When I heard the requested jail time was 15 years I thought maybe they'd asked for a lot of time hoping for a little, but finding out just how likely that amount of time is startled me. I will admit, since none of you are close enough to throw rocks at me (😂) that I don't want to see that happen. I want her to get jail time only because I don't see anything less than that will stop her. I think J&M deserve peace and if Tara must be imprisoned for that to happen then so be it. But it looks like she WILL do years according to people who know more than I do and I find that really sad. People don't usually come out of prison better than they started, you know? So what I want for her- enough jail time to be very uncomfortable and desperate for freedom. Enough for her to be terrified to go back and change her ways. Not enough that her parents are dead when she gets out, not enough that she misses the rest of her kid's childhood. I don't know if she knows how real the possibility of that is right now, but 15 years isn't a far fetched sentence. In 2 years her children will be barely recognizable, they grow so fast. In one year they'll be so comfortable in their situation that they wont want things to change, they won't want to live with her part time. Any length of prison time that is too long to hide from those children is going to result in them beginning to let new friends think K is their mom because they're too embarrassed to clarify. Which will mean calling her mom, which will lead to liking the idea of a "normal" mom. So I truly hope she understands what a big deal even 3 months in prison is. So I'm admitting, I feel pity for her. Not compassion because God knows she chose this stupid shit for herself, but I pity her. Her life will never be the same after jail time. But what else can possibly be done at this point? The educated guesses in reddit were a very real likelyhood of 5-10 years. Holy shit. Do you guys want that much time for her?

I feel like the only person who went through stuff like this in the world, as I just overthink things when it comes to these thoughts over the past 4 and a half years. Even though I was born in 1999 and I don't remember a pre-9/11 world, I feel as if I vehemently disagree with being called a "zoomer". I can't help but think so much about 9/11, all because I wanted to know if life really was better before it happened. Yesterday, I felt so distraught about who I am after I argued with somebody on this post.
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It tenses me up, thinking that I've only remember a dark world and that my memories don't matter to these people, since I can only remember stuff from as early as 2002. I keep questioning as to why I was born as a "Gen Zer", when the media makes fun of them for being really young. I keep wondering as if there's really anything to look forward to, as I feel like many of these people just gave up on hope after the attacks. I go to college every semester, where I keep thinking that I won't have a bright future. Every time that I talk to these kinds of people, they keep telling me how the world is bleak after 9/11 and it made me justify all these worries.
I would've gone and loved the 90s for what they are, but I can't really imagine myself as to believe I would've been better off there due to my autism. So, it really puts me in a situation as to whether or not I've been doomed from the start. It just hurts me because I put an event that I have no connection with as a personal matter in such an unhealthy way. It's like I give the world too much credit for having me believe it's a dark place now. Though I don't know if it would be that big of a difference given that I've been a college student for a while now and am financially well off. I just want to know if my thoughts really are valid or justified. Especially given that I've never seen any Gen Zer think that much about 9/11 and its aftermath. I know it was a big deal, but just thinking about it almost every day sucks.

(Focuses are 2, 4, and 13. District 13 will always be a focus, alongside two other original Districts.)
The reaping for District 13, which included the rest of the world, including South America, Asia, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, and Africa, was the largest District. Hence, it was decided to reap from a different country each time, and put the slips of paper back in the bowl every five years, but unused countries would have more names in the bowl. A reaping square was built in each country.
President Isadora Gaul reached into the bowl of countries, removing a slip of paper. She read aloud the country of France. Many were excited to see how France would compete in the Games. France currently had 57,493 youths between 12-18 living in France, which was still a lot.
Due to District 13 not having a previous victor, a young 26 year old Swedish woman named Maja Ahlquist. Maja was a young lady who was strong with weaponry, and had led Sweden during the takeover the year prior. All war leaders had been spared from prosecution, but had been warned not to rebel, and signed contracts stating that they wouldn’t.
Agrippina Billings (victor of the 101st Games) stood on the stage in front of the crowd of French youths. Several three finger salutes were seen, and those youths were quickly tased. Agrippina wished the odds be in each youths favor, before reaching into the female bowl.
She removed a slip of paper and read aloud the name of fifteen year old Antoinette Gauthier. A scream of horror was heard as peacekeepers entered the crowd. Several other fifteen year old girls attempted to block the peacekeepers, but upon having guns pointed at them, they dejectedly moved out of the way. A shorter girl with golden blonde curls and ocean blue eyes was dragged to the stage, where she shook Agrippina’s hand.
Agrippina then reached into the male bowl, removing the name of eighteen year old Roy Cloutier. A boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes showed a three finger salute as he was dragged to the stage. He shouted obscenities at the peacekeepers dragging him, and even at Agrippina. He refused to shake her hand, and was ultimately left alone.
The two were taken into the town hall for visits with family.
Antoinette was visited by her parents and two older brothers. She cried a bit as they comforted her, before being taken straight to the hovercraft.
Roy was visited by his older brother and older sister. All three spoke rebelliously, before Roy was taken away.
Once on the hovercraft, Roy and Antoinette were taken straight to Maja. Maja applauded Roy on his rebellious behavior, before turning to Antoinette, who looked like she might cry. Maja sighed before showing her tributes how to throw knives and use spears. Antoinette seemed better with the knives, while Roy was better with the spear.
After a relatively short nine hour ride, the two were taken straight to the limo by Maja, who muttered rebelliously under her breath.
Once back at the apartment, Maja showed her tributes some old Games. They rested and watched old Games, and on the day before the parade, they were visited by their stylist, Angelique Fontaine. Angelique was from one of fifty families selected from each country in District 13 and each other District to move to the Capitol.
Angelique chose to dress them in a look she called “French chic”, which included black sweaters, white fur pants and skirt, black fur lined boots, and black berets.
Just as she was finishing up the look, Maja flipped the television on to District 4’s reaping.
Agrippina stood in front of the female bowl. She wished the odds be in each youth’s favor, before reaching into the bowl. She read the slip of paper within, smirking, before reading aloud the name of seventeen year old Oceania Carter. A scream was heard as Mayor Carter of District 4 collapsed to the ground. A girl with red curls of hair and green eyes was taken to the stage, where she shook Agrippina’s hand. Oceania was a descendant of Rea Carter from the 88th Games’s cousin.
Agrippina then reached into the male bowl, removing the name of fifteen year old Hurley Thomas. A medium sized boy with ebony skin and curly dark brown eyes walked to the stage, and nervously shook Agrippina’s hand. Both tributes were then taken into the town hall for visits with family.
Oceania was visited by her father, mother, and three older siblings. She promised to make an effort to return, and not die like Rea had, causing her father to cry, as shortly after Rea’s death, her father, his brother, had killed himself. Shortly afterwards Oceania was taken to the train.
Hurley was visited by his mother and younger sister. He told them he would try to make them proud. He also told his mother where he had hid some money, before being taken to the train.
Hurley and Oceania entered the train and were greeted by their mentors, Sandy Sellick (victor of the 93rd Games) and Limerick Manx (victor of the 88th Games). Sandy asked Oceania what weapon she was best with, and Oceania showed off her strong trident skills. Hurley was decent with throwing knives, but not amazing. Limerick helped him improve his skills.
Once the train arrived at the station, Oceania was happy to pose for photos, while Hurley was a bit nervous at first, but gained some personality after a while. Both were then taken by limo to the apartment.
They were visited by their stylist, Riveria Bluestar, an original citizen of District 4 who was one of fifty families to be moved to the Capitol. Riveria dressed Oceania and Hurley in aqua outfits with small bubbles filled with water all over their outfits.
Sandy turned on the television to show a reshowing of District 2’s reaping.
It was now decided that District 1 and 2’s academies would pick one male and one female to compete each year to become tribute after a series of tests. The winners would of course become tributes. The mud pits were one of District 2’s tests.
Agrippina was at her final reaping, as each Victor’s district would be the final one reaped as to allow the victor to mentor. Agrippina introduced the chosen female tribute as seventeen year old Aurelia Spangler. A tall, slender girl with long, straight blonde hair and blue eyes walked out of the town hall, and cheered loudly with excitement. She shook Agrippina’s hand.
Agrippina introduced the chosen male tribute as eighteen year old Crispus Cox. A tall, muscular young man with ebony skin and a large afro of hair walked to the stage, and shook Agrippina’s hand. Both had already said goodbye to their families, and were taken directly to the train.
Aurelia and Crispus met their mentors, Agrippina Billings and Rubius Dalton. Aurelia was good with spears, while Crispus was good with a sword. After a two hour ride, they arrived at Snow Station.
Aurelia and Crispus both stepped off the train, and were greeted by excited Capitol citizens. Agrippina was surrounded by them calling her by her nickname “Queen of Snakes.” Agrippina, Rubius, Aurelia, and Crispus signed autographs, before being taken by limo to the apartments.
They met their stylist, Carlotta Crimp, who was styling for the first time this year. Carlotta was originally from District 2, but was from one of fifty families moved to the Capitol. Carlotta chose to dress them in gold rags, that melted into gold body paint and matching undergarments

I was raised by a single mother whose behavior grew odder over the years. I never doubted that she loved me, but I could tell she was changing. A couple of months after my 13th birthday she began appearing more sluggish. Falling asleep on the couch often, making confusing statements, and being generally groggy. Simultaneously she became more forgetful, asking about friends I hadn't talked to in years and being unable to remember my interests. My mom was fairly young so I didn't understand why she was losing her memory so fast. Whenever I questioned it she would get defensive, saying that I was the one who was out of sorts.
At one point she even berated me after I told her that I was getting worried. Naturally, our relationship soured as her negative behaviors outweighed her positive ones. It hurt to watch, especially because I could sense how hard my growing distance was impacting her. I even blamed myself for her state to an extent, which I realize now I should have never done. One thing remained good though, she was great at making butterfly pea tea. She would prepare it for me every morning and afternoon once I was home from school. It was a sapphire blue color that turned into a light purple when something acidic was added. It was simple but it always hit the spot. It helped that blue was my favorite color, so it was aesthetically comforting as well. Outside of the previously mentioned struggles with her, I lived a happy life. I got good greats and had reliable friends. It was mostly smooth sailing until the incident that changed my life.
I was fast asleep when I felt my bed-sheet get swiftly torn off me. Naturally, I realized it was my mom since no one else lived with us.
“Mom, what are you doing?” I asked in response. She gave no reaction apart from a strange high-pitched gasp. Not knowing what to say I sleepily rolled towards the electric clock. The numbers appeared as a reddish blur until I opened my crust-coated lids. Letting out a small irritated breath once the mucus cracked. I wiped the substance off and refocused on the time, finding that it was only 2:00 AM. I pushed myself up and reached for the lamp when my wrist was gripped tightly. I groaned with annoyance, rolling my eyes.
“Okay, you're starting to freak me out, seriously what’s going on?!” I spoke with as much defiance as I could muster at that hour. My mom remained silent, stepping forward with a notable thud. Her grip grew stronger, which made me start to panic. She'd had moments where she seemed out of it before, but it never got physical. She gave a wet cough before finally speaking.
“You forgot to wash your face, you always remember to do that, what went wrong?” she questioned sternly. I scrunched up my face, she’d gotten up at four in the morning just to berate him about skincare?
“I was tired, I just brushed my teeth to be done with the day.” I felt my justification was sound but my mom practically barked her response.
“Dammit! I told you it needs to be applied once a day, now you'll have to use it two times to make up for this!” My heart skipped a beat, surprised at her volume and harshness. It made me wonder if she was upset about something else but was letting it out on me. She was getting particularly stressed from work around that time. My mom sighed and relinquished her grip. I rubbed my wrist, hoping she'd get through her outburst soon.
“Please get up,” she said softer than previously, taking a couple steps back. I obliged, getting out of bed. When my feet touched the ground, confusion wafted over me. my socks quickly dampened as I realized that liquid was seeping through the carpet.
“Hey did you spill something earlier?” I asked, stretching my arms.
“No, I didn't.” she started plainly.
“Oh, well I think I might have stepped in some type of liquid,” I motioned to the lamp, but she quickly pulled me into her arms by my shirt.
“Let’s not worry about that Blue Bird, same goes for the lamp, you don't need light right now, you'll have it soon,” she assured me with a hint of excitement, I squirmed out of her hug, accepting the odd rules she set in place, I didn't want to argue with her.
“Just follow me,” she patted me on the shoulder and held my hand as we walked out to the backyard. It was almost impossible to see anything in our home with the moon being the only source of light, I didn't have a clue about how she navigated the space without bumping into anything. Still, I remembered how our home was set up and could tell that we’d already passed the bathroom. My nerves heightened with each step, I had so many questions. Why were we going into the backyard when my face wash was inside? What did I step in? What was wrong with wanting the lamp on? Those questions rang strongly in my mind. Nothing felt right, things had felt off before but never quite wrong. The anxiety of the situation gave me an uncomfortable rush of energy, I couldn't sleep now if I wanted to. When the sliding door opened the humid air hit my body with an unrepresented strength, something my mother didn't pay any mind to. I continued to follow her, even though I was scared.
“Go ahead and sit on that chair.” she motioned to a green plastic kiddie chair that fit me despite its childish design. I went along with her instructions, seating myself. My mom appeared in front of me and I realized she was wearing something on her face. It had the shape and construction of a surgical mask but it was woven with dying flower stems and grass. Before I could say anything she picked up a mug off the ground to my right. She smelled it through the mask, lovingly holding it to my face. I observed the steam and realized the vapor had a bluish tint.
“Go ahead, drink it.” she smiled with especially groggy eyes. I would have described them as bloodshot if the veins running up her sclera weren't sapphire. I leaned away from her and the beverage. Hiding it as another stretch, pulling my arms above my head while yawning.
“Well isn't that wonderful! Keep your arms there, I’ll feed it to you, it'll be like when you were an adorable baby, drinking out of a bottle in my stroller!” she said gleefully with an uncharacteristic giggle. I was now thoroughly unnerved, putting my arms down and pushing away the drink.
“God, what’s going on with you! And why are you wearing that mask!” I yelled out getting up from the chair. My mom groaned at my attitude, putting the cup up to my face again as I attempted to walk off.
“Nothing is going on with me, don't worry! I just thought this mask looked nice. I made this nice cup of tea and it would warm my heart if my baby boy drank it! You're growing into such a handsome man and this will help your complexion!” her enthusiasm grew as she pushed the hot cup against my lips. I whined from the sizzling heat, pulling back.
“Why are you so insistent on this?!” I shouted with a growing sense of anger. I despised the way she was speaking to me. Whenever she used baby talk around me it was a set up for something manipulative. An example being when she used it to guilt me into sleeping in the same bed with her. Saying I owed her since I was her baby. Sure she apologized, but it wasn't the last time she would do something like that. I couldn't even buy her excuse that it would help with acne. I’d had the tea many times before with her and we both knew it was unhelpful in that regard.
“Because it needs to be done for your sake!” Her shoulder cracked loudly as she spoke in a deeper, raspier voice I didn't recognize. I took a couple of steps back, reaching into the pocket of my sweat pants before remembering my phone wasn't on me. I swore under my breath as I looked at my mother with concern. I took my hand out and she pounced on me, spilling a majority of the hot liquid onto my left arm. I screamed at the sensation of the steaming beverage hitting my flesh. She held me down tightly with both arms. Her eyes glistened with a holographic finish that lit up amid the night. I had never seen her like this. At this point I stopped caring about what made her act this way. Regardless of what was causing her behavior, it wouldn't justify her current actions. I squirmed beneath her, screaming at her to let go. I still couldn't bring myself to fight back, so I resorted to begging.
“Mom please stop! I’m sorry for every inconvenience I’ve caused! We can go get you help and make up, just please get off of me!” I pleaded whilst trying to push her away.
“You're the one who needs help here! You’ve been going through life as a husk for years now! It hurts my heart to watch you deteriorate like this and I can't let it go on!” she grabbed onto the sides of my head and slammed it against the ground. I cried out in pain. The pressure pounding in my skull began in the center and spread down to my teeth. The agony pulsated through me stronger than anything I’d felt before. My mom removed a hand and pulled out a sippy cup from the pocket in her pajama shorts. It too was filled with butterfly pea tea. Taking this as an opportunity, I pushed past the damage and bit her arm. I felt awful attacking her, but my fear surpassed my guilt. As uncomfortable as it was I sank my teeth in as far as I could. She let out a throaty gurgle in response to the attack. I attempted to crawl out from under her, using my legs to pull myself up across the grass. I moved frantically, praying I could keep up the momentum. She clutched my thin hips with her legs to keep me down. I continuously smacked the container away with my free arm while I squirmed, my back smashing against the ground in my attempts. My mom covered the cap of the cup and rolled her eyes, pushing her entire body onto mine. Covering my face as I screamed for help.
“STAY STILL!” she screeched as a viscous substance seeped through her mask. Directly pouring down my forehead, making me tremble from its cold. Before I could plan another move she shoved me to the side. My face, experiencing a burn from the grit and speed. She ran to me, kneeled down, and forced her fist into my mouth. I coughed and cried while she pulled on my tongue. I wiggled it but her grasp only hardened with each movement. Her sweaty skin overloaded my sense of taste. I kicked around but nothing deterred her, even when she was hit. I couldn't focus on anything but how much I hurt, none of what was happening made sense.
She frantically opened the sippy cup, pried my mouth open, and made me guzzle down the drink. It was boiling and I screamed in ways I didn't know I was capable of. My entire body bent in all directions as I looked into the eyes of the thing before me. The initial blue glow transitioned further into a shining violet every time a new drop was swallowed. I felt powerless in the arms of my mother, I couldn't understand why she was torturing me like this. What did I do? Was she always like this and I undermined the signs so I’d live with a greater sense of safety? I continued to sob once I’d finished the tea. The burning made it sting every time I breathed.
My mom stared at me and for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse of the parent I was used to. Underneath the murky cool layers, I saw a speck of guilt. A single leaf in an empty pond, rippling through the surrounding water no matter how small. My mother sighed with a hint of sorrow, closing her eyes. Once she did, my energy died out, my cries grew softer, my body grew limp, and the world blurred. I couldn't even conceive a cohesive thought by the time my body slumped to the ground. All I was left with was confusion and a trace of dread.
“I’m sorry for earlier” rang through my ears once I regained my sense of touch. I grabbed the ground tightly, despite the presence of grass I knew I wasn't in our backyard. This grass was far too damp to be the dry patch I last resided in. I slowly opened my eyes, fearing where I’d find myself. I expected to be shrouded in darkness, laying in a stuffy deep hole in the ground, but I was met with the contrary. A perfect blue sky, a bustling variety of greenery, and a fresh breeze. I took a sigh of relief, still confused at where I was but happy it didn't appear threatening. I glanced ahead, finding a cluster of my favorite flowers at my feet. The smell of Jasmine and Orchids was heavenly, sweeter than fresh vanilla cake. Though the pleasant scent re-instilled unease in me. All of this was far too good to be true, and I still had no idea where I was. Did my mother take me here? If so, why? Was she somewhere here or had she abandoned him? I sat up delving headfirst into the flowers, groaning with frustration. The petals were soft, and damp like the grass, the water on them cool against my face. In any other situation, this would be a dream, but it only made him more nervous. Something this perfect had to be a setup.
“Blue Bird!” my mother happily exclaimed, I lifted my head, finding her standing over me. She was now wearing a polka-dotted dark blue dress instead of her nightwear. I shuffled myself back from her, her pupils had vanished and her mask was wilting.
“Mom, you're scaring me, I don't get what's going on. What are we doing here?” I asked shakily, she sighed and knelt to make direct eye contact with me.
“We're in a special place, a lush land that‘s available to very few. You don't have to worry, I just brought you here to rid you of your emotional pain.” her answer only confused me further.
“Emotional pain? Mom, I'm fine, the only thing causing me emotional distress is what’s happening right now. This place is nice but you're freaking me out.” I attempted to get up but something grabbed my legs. I shrieked as two bright green vines wrapped around my limbs.
“MOM WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! GET THESE THINGS AWA-” I was cut off by a much thicker vine logging itself into my throat. My eyes once again welled up with tears while multiple tendrils clenched onto me. Every time I moved another one would grab hold and the present ones would tighten. Nevertheless I continued screaming.
“I'm sorry my child, there’s something I've avoided telling you. I feed off the life force of living things. Cats, pigeons, people, as long as they’re not close to their death bed I can consume them.” I didn't fully understand what she was saying, but it only made my fear increase.
“Every time I take something from someone, I take them here. I've avoided taking things from you since you're the most precious thing to me. But my sweet baby boy, I've gotten so, so hungry.” Her pitch dropped while developing a defined rasp. I winced further from the nickname.
“I've tried to live off others, but I couldn't resist you anymore when you're so readily available. You’re so full of life, it's been hard not to contain my urges.” she stroked my cheek, frowning at my devastation.
“If I don’t get the nutrients I need, I'll turn into an awful thing. A monster incapable of complex thought that does nothing but destroys.” There was now a vine holding down every joint in my skeletal system, down to my fingers. Multiple small ones had been twisting themselves around my stomach, now making me struggle to breathe.
“Blue Bird, I have given my life to raising you, so please understand you have to give something back to me.” she explained solemnly.
The woven mask snapped off, quickly unraveling the horrifying contents beneath it. My pupils shrunk to pin drops, my screams of agony lessening from shock. My mother’s entire jaw had been dislocated, hanging onto her face by a couple of fleshy threads. The inside of her mouth was a bright blue with scaly gums. Her murky entirely cerulean eyes watered as she began panting. She extended her tongue to an inhuman length, thick saliva rapidly dripping down it. I wanted to believe that she wasn't going to hurt me, through all this she was still my mother. Yet I couldn't convince myself of that. Not when I felt multiple vines move through my body, entering through my mouth, eyes, and nose.
I couldn't bear to look at the thing I once called mom any longer. My ears buzzed while my eardrums were compressed by an increasing number of tubes. Their weight was breaking down the layers of skin and muscle preventing entry into my skull. Every orifice I had was on fire from pressure, yet I could tell this was only the lead-up to a crescendo of pain. A sharp fang poked through the tip of her and stabbed itself into my forehead. It punctured my skin, dragging in a curve. I twitched from the spike circling around my skull, extending my gash. Blood dripped on every side of my head, stinging harsher once the wind's currents grew.
By this point, I’d rather be in a wood chipper than deal with the cascade of agony invading every part of me. The blue-eyed thing licked up the gore flowing down and I wondered how I’d managed to go this entire time without throwing up. Her tongue was akin to sandpaper slathered in chili oil. In a last-ditch attempt to gain some power over the situation, I bit down into the vine as hard as I could. Which only worsened things when a miniature yet equally as strong vine sprung from the one I bit and wrangled my teeth. Forcibly spreading my jaw open further, making room for more to be stuffed in. A couple of tiny ones even slid between my front teeth. Thankfully, no more came after since the goal of the plant had been reached. The dam between the organic tendrils and my brain broke open, allowing each one to set roots in the vital organ. Each crevice of my intellect was invaded by a slithering, rough, nature. The impact was too strong and my senses shut down once more. My struggling limbs stopped what little movement they were capable of. My breathing slowed, my screams fell silent, and my eyes closed with tears still laying behind them. I didn't even realize I was shutting down, it just happened.
I was unconscious for an amount of time I can’t measure but knew was long. When I awoke my body felt infinitely more hollow. A loud ringing permeated my ears as I slowly took breaths. My jaw ached, my throat was painfully dry, and I could feel how cracked my lips were. My body fought with itself to not pass out, desperately trying to hold together.
“It’ll be all better soon,” My mother comforted while grabbing a sharpened knife. I was laying on her bed, but there were towels in place of sheets. Once she pulled my shirt over my head, I started to panic again.
“No, stop,” I mumbled, barely recognizing my weakened muffled voice. She made a series of meticulous cuts on my torso. Once the wound was opened she would squeeze as much blood as possible out of it and bag it away. I looked down, further horrified by the fact my blood was blue.
“I know it hurts, but it’ll be worth it,” She calmly told me as I bled out. The process went on for hours, resulting in me being unable to sleep for days after. I didn't feel safe in my house anymore, I locked myself in my room more than ever. Joining the longest after-school programs and visiting my friend’s house whenever I got the chance. Something my closest friend noticed most, he asked me what was wrong, but I told him it was nothing. I didn't expect him to believe anything about what happened, and the event was too awful for me to bring up. Meanwhile, my mother kept telling me I had a bad dream and that I was just moody. I showed her the scars as evidence but she accused me of making them myself to make her look bad. The next few years were tumultuous and before I knew it the initial incident became one of many. Every year she’d do it more often than the last, and each time it would take longer for me to recover.
It got to the point where the mere sight of gardens would scare me. The scents of my once favorite flowers grew sour, I didn't want to touch butterfly pea tea, and eventually, I couldn't even handle consuming things that are blue. It took me a long time to write this, as I’ve cried at multiple points by recounting what happened. There is a long road to recovery for me, which is even harder since everyone I’ve opened up to has called me crazy, but I'm done letting these memories fester and consume my life. I'm more than the worst things that happened to me.

Originally written for HFY.
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From the War Diaries of Xelik Am'Dussias, former Scientist of the Lukonian Empire, translated from Standard Basic into English by Dr. Geraldine Wilcox, PhD...
Humans. I believe the term and the species attached to it need no introduction. They really weren't much to look at over one-hundred cycles ago, when they achieved FTL travel and carved a modest niche for themselves amongst the galactic community at the time. Nobody paid much attention to them, as they were just another newly discovered sentient race graciously invited to join our ever expanding Federation... we were gravely mistaken.
Humans are bipedal mammalians evolved from apes. They have no claws, distill no venom or poison, their physical strength is middling bordering on average at best, and their lifespans are pitifully short compared to most other races. Given the right conditions, an average human can live over ninety standard Terran years. A handful among them have lived to see their hundredth year (fewer still have lived beyond that), but these are exceptions rather than the norm. Moreover, most humans are hopelessly tired and infirm by the time they reach old age. Several among them suffer from a degenerative disease wherein their brain gradually shrivels up and dies, leaving the patient as a barely recognizable husk of their former self. I believe their medics call it "Alzheimer's"... but I digress.
As I approach the one-thousand and twelfth year of my life, I've come to realize I've been gravely mistaken about a great many things. However, grievous as those mistakes were, none troubles me more than the one I made regarding humans. Now that I think about it, it was only fitting a human would show me the error of my ways, all while not having the foggiest idea of what he'd done.
I was stationed on Terra, the humans' homeworld, some twenty cycles ago. My race, the Ailurans, ever proud of our strength and battle prowess, sought to expand our territories beyond the so-called pittance the Galactic Federation originally allotted us. Therefore, our leaders, in their infinite wisdom, decided to take Terra for themselves.
This wasn't some spur-of-the-moment thing, either. We'd been sending ambassadors, exchange students, and countless others to conduct spywork on our behalf. We infiltrated the highest ranking positions of human leadership, gathered data as we prepared for that glorious day where we would stab them in the back, to borrow a Terran idiom. We took every advantage we could get over our hosts. Not that it was particularly difficult, either. They revealed a little too much about themselves, their species, their blood-soaked history...
Our quarry was basically doing our job for us. So much the better...
The day finally came. As per our strategists' estimations, we sent a fleet of about a hundred-thousand ships to invade Terra. Their weaponry being primitive compared to ours, we envisioned an easy victory, to say the least. Gods above, how quickly we were proven wrong.
The moment our ships entered Terran space, they were disabled by some sort of "magnetic" waves, to quote one of their scientists. In a matter of microseconds, the newest, most powerful warships of the Grand Lukonian Armada were rendered inert, useless, as dead as our revered ancestors.
We next received a transmission from their main outpost. I expected them to use English or any of the numberless languages Terrans speak. My fur stood on end when the speaker, a dark-skinned male, addressed us in crisp Thelousian.
"{Greetings, dear friends. What brings you to our doorstep on such a fine day?}."
I growled out loud. The cheek of that oversized ape! I was about to speak, but the human cut me off.
"{We've known about your little scheme for well over a century. Turns out you cat folk become quite chatty after a coupla drinks. Even so, your so-called spies didn't need much coaxing to participate in our little show-and-tell. Once more good old Nepeta cataria has saved the day. Anyhow, my superiors will soon be meeting with you to discuss your unconditional surrender. Have a nice day}."
End transmission. Too little, too late did we realize: just as we had infiltrated the humans and gathered data on them, the humans had done the same to us. Once they caught wind (another Terran expression) of what we were doing, they said nothing, continuing their preparations in utmost secrecy for well over a hundred Terran years. When the day of truth dawned, they only needed to press a couple of buttons to render our best war machines completely useless. The shame, the ignominy of it all...
We were swiftly and unceremoniously apprehended. I was but a breath away from falling down on my laser-sword when a gargantuan human hand forestalled my own. It was him: the human who had spoken to us. He looked bigger in person... much bigger. I'm tall for my species, yet he was only slightly shorter than me.
I vividly recollect what happened next. Once we were taken to their prison camps, I and mine braced ourselves for what was sure to follow: torture, starvation, forced labor, then execution once we had outlived our usefulness... yet none of that happened. The humans saw to it we were treated as guests, with the utmost kindness and consideration, quite remarkable, all things considered. They freely shared their victuals (not that we could partake of most of them, on account of all that sugar and capsaicin). Overtime, we came to emulate their dress, their customs, even their ways of thinking.
I will never forget as long as I live, just as I will never forget him: Anthony Kwesi Martin; the human who gave me back my life. Being what he called a "man of science," Anthony naturally gravitated towards one of his own, as he referred to me. I barely managed to subdue my outrage: that overgrown ape had the audacity to compare himself, his race, to me, to my own! He then did the unthinkable: he showed me around his workshop. Gods above, what a mess! One could barely walk from Point A to Point B without bumping into something or tripping over something. I stifled a chuckle in time. I'd seen cubs' quarters better organized than this.
Searching around the piles, Anthony produced several among his inventions. One in particular caught my eye.
"What is this strange liquid within that flask?"
"Oh, this? Experimental compound, work in progress. I'll tell you about the technical aspects later on, but suffice it to say it's gonna be a lifesaver."
"A lifesaver?"
"We humans have been terrible stewards for our blue planet, to put it mildly. Some of our ancestors were so thoughtless and greedy, I can only wonder how we managed to not wipe out ourselves and Earth in the process. They created materials from a substance called "plastic," which for all intents and purposes is imperishable, indestructible, even. They began to mass-produce and discard these objects without thought of consequence, so we found ourselves drowning in them in a matter of decades. We reached our breaking point some four centuries ago, when temperatures skyrocketed to such extent, we were literally suffocating within our own atmosphere. Also, some kind of pathogen was wreaking havoc at the time. I can't quite recall its name, but I know it started with C. Anyhow, we managed to clean up most of our mess before we reached the point of no return, but there's still a lot of work to be done. That substance I just showed you is an experimental acid. Once it's complete, it will eat through plastic, metal, wood, and other synthetic materials, dissolve them into their most basic compounds to better dispose of them. This is just a cursory explanation, mind you. I'll fill you in on the details after supper."
Thus it began. Rather than cease hostilities, our leaders declared all-out war against humanity. Billions of casualties and hundreds of thousands of ravaged worlds later, it has come to an end. The once mighty Lukonian Empire is now less than a husk of what it used to be. Not that I care: not really... not anymore. I and several others have long since sworn other allegiances.
I have Anthony to thank for that. I learned more during those seventy-odd years with him than in all the centuries before and since. How he would throw himself into his work! How he would explain the most complicated concepts in the most simple and accurate way possible so that pretty much anyone from a child to a sage could comprehend! The insights he would share, the ideas he would come up with! Even his fellow humans were in awe of him.
Anthony explained the source of this "power" quite succinctly. His brain was "wired" differently from most other humans: his intelligence and mental dexterity were at their peak, yet his ability to comprehend and act upon something called "social cues" was hampered. He called it a funny name... Asparagus Syndrome, if I'm not mistaken...
His body... gods in the twilight. I'll never know how Anthony carried out all that work and still found time to exercise so completely and so thoroughly. It's been centuries, and I can still recall the contours of his form lying in bed, the acrid smell of what humans call "aftershave," which clung to him after bathing.
I'm not ashamed to admit it: I fell in love with a human, a male, to top it off. I turned my back on my people, my gods, my house, my mate, my cubs, my station, my honor, all for the sake of him. Given the chance, I'd gladly do it all over again. You're welcome to pass judgement, condemn me, skewer me with every curse and foul epithet your language can concoct: I'm long past caring.
My dearest Anthony passed on over five-hundred Terran years ago, and I still think about him. To this day I imagine him explaining a concept I have yet to grasp, caressing my fur as we bask in our afterglow, my claws gliding over him as he falls asleep... again, I digress.
Anthony was special. No other human, no other being could imitate him, let alone replace him. He taught me to look beyond what my eyes could see, to open my heart and mind to the unthinkable, the impossible, the mirific. Through my beloved I learned what I esteem to be the most important lesson of my life: it's one thing to know of humans as a race or as groups, yet to know of one human like one knows oneself, that's something else entirely. I knew Anthony at his best, just as I knew him at his worst. After all this time, as my own death approaches and the day of our reunion nears, I still recall one of the first things he said to me:
"My race isn't easy to like, let alone love. There's centuries of history to vouch for that. Even so, expect bewilderment whenever you deal with me and my kind. The things we do and the things we say won't always be right, but they won't always be wrong, either. Hell, they won't even make sense most of the time, but we'll do them, we'll say them anyway. Every moment, every instance is a chance to grow, an opportunity to learn from, to do better, to be better. That has been my experience. I intend to make the most of it."

My ex girlfriend and I have been going out since december 2017 and she broke up with me on tuesday. I have done nothing but be a crying mess the past few days. She was my first love and she crushed me soul.
She met the guy playing a video game called ESO. We played this game together and decided to get it 2 years ago to play together. She met this guy about 4 weeks ago and was playing with him till the late hours. For context, we have friends we play with, both men and women, and ive never cared avout who plays with, but this person was never introduced to me until 2 days before she broke up with me.
I received the text from her at 6 30 AM on tuesday the 21st saying she no longer felt love for me and that she needed to move on as she no longer wanted to be together. I asked if she had feelings for the certain someone, to which she said yes. After begging her on the phone to stay and trying to understand what i did wrong, i decided we had to break up. She claimed that our sex (the passionate, sensual and loving kind) wasnt doing it for her and she wanted to be (dominated, degraded and bondaged), however she also said our sex was great in the same sentence so i dont know what to believe anymore.
She said i was 'too much like a teddy bear' and that i was too kind and caring in the bedroom, which isnt what she wanted. She also said i didnt chase her like i did when we started going out and she missed that.
To be honest, im fucked. I feel like my life is in ruins. That woman was everything i needed in life. She was like cocaine and beauty together. As a student mental health nurse i understand the effects of grief, but that doesnt make it easier.
My confidence is through the floor and ive resorted to posting nudes of myself on reddit to gain compliments that she never handed me. Every one of her compliments was always sex focused, and although that helps stroke my ego, it doesnt help in the long run. A redditor told me i was kind and caring looking from one of my nudes, and i felt so fucking happy from that comment. It was so much better than any body/penis comment that could have been made.
I hate how i look, i feel so ugly, and i just want to be loved by someone. The only thing i feel good about is knowimg that i can make people laugh very easily, and whilst that helps them as they laugh and have fun, it doesnt help me at all.
I know im going to likely post nudes again when i get sad or horny, and i cannot control myself as the attention i get from them is the only grace at the moment. I dont even want to have sex with lots of people, i just want to be held in someones loving embarce and be told that im loved and that im safe.
Edit: she sexted him on discord and they discussed running away together. He has a gf and a child and she knew this

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