Light pink acrylic nails

We just had a full fluid drain and fill done on our SR5.
We've put maybe 200 miles on it since, and I noticed the coolant is just below the low line on the reservoir.
I saw no obvious signs of a leak anywhere other than some light pink dust on the rescoir itself.
Radiator cap looked good.
Going to refill today and monitor it daily.
Any ideas?

I recently purchased a WN cotman field box (with the lid used as water cup). I switched out the paints for professional ones. I also have a small hello kitty tin where I put some half pans. I need help deciding which colors should stay and which I should swap out? I mainly do urban sketching and live by the beach.
WN Field sketch box colors: DS Buff Titanium DS Hansa Yellow Light WN New Gamboge DS Pyroll Scarlet DS Quinacradone Rose DS Phthlo Blue (GS) DS F. ultramarine DS Phthlo Green (BS) DS Cerelum Blue Chromium WN Yellow Ochre WN Burnt Sienna WN burnt Umber WN paynes grey WN Oxide of Chromium
Hello Kitty Small Tin: WN Opera Rose DS Wisteria DS Moonglow DS Rose of Ultramarine WN potters pink DS undersea WN Quinacrdone Gold DS Nuetral Tint
I’ll post pictures of pallets in different post, thank you!

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The day after the festival.
The humongous outline of the letter ‘H’ stares at me, its body shaded in mesmerizing hues of rose and azure melting together. It was accompanied by a number of similarly playful letters, that jointly excitedly announced, ‘Happy Holi!’, contrasting the soft, beige, opaque plastic that backdropped them. The letters on the banner swung back and forth as it billowed to the wind that rushed past the weak, mahogany tree branch from which it earlier hung proudly, but now clutched onto for dear life.
Slowly, I moved my focus down to where this tree was confidently perched– a vast expanse of grass. The chartreuse colour of the lanky blades of grass was now buried under the amalgamation of dry patches of vivid colors like baby pink, cyan, cobalt, and lime, messily smeared onto the ground. It seemed like the canvas of a zealous young toddler, attacked nonsensically with paints.
Companions to the splotches of colour on the scene were small, oblong pieces of confetti whose gold and silver glow dotted the floor. Some of these puny plastic fragments were reluctantly pulled away from the ground by strong gusts of wind and dropped off atop a tattered white shirt that lay muddied on the grass.
The cream surface of the shirt was dirtied with clear patterns of brown footprints, and one could see how it must have winced at every stamp it had endured as it lay crumpled, wrinkled, and disheveled.
Yet, its pitiful condition only evoked nostalgic feelings in me and I recounted a young man the day before, enthusiastically ripping his shirt apart and hurling it onto the ground as adrenaline coursed through him. A light chuckle emerged from my mouth as my memory flooded with images of overenthusiastic party-goers like him, engulfing this dull backyard and turning it into a sea of white, with hundreds of people donning milky cotton attire frolicking across the floor in unison with the tempo of the powerful, Indian dhol beats that backtracked the day. Now, the energetic sounds from the palpitating dance floor that day rudely contrasted the uninterested silence that the air was heavy with today, the only noise to the ears now being the irritating pecking noise of pigeons that feasted on the spread of leftovers.
Tiny crumbs of withered ‘laddoos’ that were earlier neatly stacked on a wide tray now lay helpless on the ground, as vigorous beaks of birds fervently devoured them. Occasionally, they would roll over to the side, glancing at their fellow victims– the sugary liquid remnants of ‘Gulab Jamun’-- that was now being licked away by the eager tongue of an endearing puppy.
The puppy waded past the grass, which was flooded with murky depths of water. Splash. Splash. Splash. The water flew into the sky with each step. A smile crept onto my face as my mind was slowly overtaken with vivid memories of people hurling ginormous tubs of water at each other. Splash. Splash. Splash. The sound then added to the bellowing laughter of people running amok, chasing each other with taunts of smearing colour and water, and created a comforting cacophony of sounds that still rang in my ears.
Holi had come.. and gone.

Alright boys, this spot is hot and somebody saw 10 bodies sink to the river’s bottom. Let us skedaddle up on out of here. We have more hostages to tend to.
NAPOLI and his crew head on to return the truck and finish out their other plans.
We cut to how the police officers woke up in a fucked up position like that anyway. NAPOLI, SEBASTIAN and CHESTER the JESTER all enter a navy blue van to capture police officers. CHESTER and NAPOLI are the gunmen while SEBASTIAN drives.
Their current mission is to scour the roads looking for police officers who have pulled over citizen vehicles. In total they find 10 and hold only 5 captive. We cut to the 1st cop’s perspective.
His name is CHET PATTERSON and he sees somebody speeding profusely. CHET proceeds to pull over ADAM right away. ADAM is scared because he left his license at home. He prays for GOD to help him out. CHET walks out of his patrol car and walks over to ADAM’s car. OFFICER CHET asks ADAM for his license and registration.
We cut to NAPOLI and his crew pulling up behind them in their van. NAPOLI pulls out his tranq gun, sticks his upper body out of the van window and shoots 2 darts in CHET’s neck. ADAM shakes in fear from witnessing what just happened.
CHET falls to the ground as NAPOLI and CHESTER the JESTER exit the van. NAPOLI holds up CHET’s upper half while CHESTER
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gains control of his lower body. NAPOLI apologizes to ADAM for startling him and asks him to leave the scene. ADAM holds a silly, sad facial expression out of shock.
ADAM voices his appreciation for NAPOLI’s intervention due to the fact ADAM didn’t have his license present. NAPOLI jokes that now the police are after him and his crew. NAPOLI tells ADAM bye and ADAM reverses and drives south while NAPOLI and his crew drive north looking for more pre-occupied police officers.
NAPOLI and crew drive back to a hideout to drop the 1st body off. On their way there they see another cop on a routine traffic stop. SEBASTIAN pulls over 10 yards away from the police cruiser. NAPOLI and CHESTER the JESTER put their gas masks back on and exit the vehicle. NAPOLI instructs SEBASTIAN when to pick them back up.
NAPOLI pulls a spiked baseball bat from under the van’s seats and CHESTER arms his pistol with a silencer. NAPOLI and CHESTER exit the van and CHESTER takes the lead role in distracting the police officer while NAPOLI sneaks up behind him. CHESTER runs up to the car’s passenger side and shoots the cop’s partner twice in the head.
After hearing this, NAPOLI increases his velocity and launches at the officer as he pulls his weapon out on CHESTER the JESTER. The camera freezes on an in air NAPOLI for 5 seconds. We cut to a still shot of NAPOLI connecting the spiked baseball bat into the remaining officer’s head. The audience is expected to “ooh” and “aw” during both still shots.
CHESTER screams out with glee. NAPOLI looks at the bloody spikes innocently. SEBASTIAN pulls up next to the soldiers. NAPOLI points his bat at the citizen being pulled over.
NAPOLI
You didn’t see anything, we didn’t do anything, and this officer was never even here. You are going to go home, get some pussy, go to sleep; and wake up convinced this was a startling night terror. Don’t make me come after you.
NAPOLI slides open the door for CHESTER the JESTER as he pulls the bloody officer into the van arms first.
NAPOLI
Naw, I’m just fucking with you man, this nigga had it coming, big time.
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NAPOLI looks at his handy work (the dead cop’s body). CHESTER heads to the 1st cop who died during this transaction and pulls him out of the car and into the group van.
NAPOLI
You can tell whoever you want; we paint our van weekly nigga and never drive with license plates. I wish a pig would pull us over. Negro please! What do you thinks’ going to happen next?
The man trembles to get his words out.
MANNY
You’re most likely going to engage them in armed combat?
CHESTER falls out of the van laughing at MANNY’s response.
CHESTER
What type of fucking response is that? I can’t do this, I can’t do this!!!
NAPOLI
You got damn right sonny boy. You know why?
NAPOLI picks up CHESTER and helps him back in the car.
SEBASTIAN
Come on man, we need more pigs.
NAPOLI
I’m lil Wayne bitch! Tunechi!!!
NAPOLI slides the door closed as the van drives off. There are 2 coffins in the van and NAPOLI and CHESTER the JESTER place the unconscious cops into a coffin. NAPOLI instructs SEBASTIAN to relocate to the hideout to dump the bodies. NAPOLI, CHESTER and SEBASTIAN drive to the “good spot” to stash the bodies.
They all enter a shady looking facility. NAPOLI questions CHESTER on the cement and CHESTER shows the containers to NAPOLI. NAPOLI rubs his gloved hands together and responds with “excellent!!!” NAPOLI walks over to the corner and arrives back with 2 heavy buckets of wet cement. 2 empty metal trash cans sit in the room’s center and CHESTER wheels the caskets over to them.
CHESTER and SEBASTIAN open the 1st casket and share the weight of hanging his upper body over the trash can while his legs flop on the inside of the can. NAPOLI then pours as much
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cement as needed to cover their bodies’ hip down. NAPOLI looks up at the ceiling, makes an animated face as the camera moves down to see him pull out his silenced pink pistol. NAPOLI shoots the officer in the head. NAPOLI shouts out “Bingo!!!”
NAPOLI asks to leave the vicinity and come back once this cement is concrete. “Then we begin principal photography.” This refers to the scene where the 10 cops get dumped into a NYC River. We cut back to SPENCER and TEL AVIV’s law conversation. TEL AVIV continues writing down these detailed notes.
SPENCER
Part II of preservation of evidence AVIV; evidence seeming to be favorable to a suspect and the suspect would be unable to replace should not be destroyed by law enforcement officers. Next chapter, last one actually: entrapment; a person “entrapped” into committing a crime is immune from prosecution for that crime. Entrapment occurs when law officers or their agents implant in an innocent man’s mind the disposition to commit a crime and then induce him to commit the crime so they can prosecute him. Merely giving a person who is already predisposed to commit a crime the opportunity to do so is not entrapment.
Well that is all for today Ms. TEL AVIV. I hope your thirst for criminal law knowledge and police procedures are temporarily satisfied.
TEL AVIV
Oh yes, I am so ready to build a case study around this information. I’ll email it to you once it’s entirely completed. Ok?
SPENCER
Sounds grand! Have a great remainder of the afternoon.
TEL AVIV stands up and exits the building.
We cut to NAPOLI and TEL AVIV walking out of a restaurant months before she returned to Sweden. As they pass a nearby river they notice a white girl fall into the river. NAPOLI selflessly jumps into the river and rescues the child along with help from her father. News crews begin to arrive on the scene. NAPOLI refuses to comment and he and TEL AVIV catch a ride back to her apartment.
We cut to a recap of every single police officer who was murdered or at least injured throughout the film. The montage will be accompanied by Lupe Fiasco’s “Little Weapon” from his “The Cool” album. We cut to different scenes of all the minor characters in the film, (SAM, CHARLIE, JAFAR, SASHA, CARTER and a few others) watching the news. The news anchors discuss the
38 recent events where over 100 hundred police officers were murdered over the last week. All the characters display their individual concerns. The news then reports supposedly a terrorist has sent in a videotape possibly containing unreachable demands. NAPOLI’s 1st video begins to play on the television screens. We hear “ladies and gentlemen, salutations.” And we
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o 1. There was a conversation I was having with a friend a yr ago and he brought this observation to my attention. “If a domesticated housecat were the same size as the bigger cats, they wouldn’t be housecats anymore basically.” I like that idea, just have to figure out how to explain it, soon enough. Any ideas? There is a chance I can include this story with the shark one, not sure yet. If I do I haven’t decided if the cats will help the people from the sharks or assist the sharks, maybe both. To the cats the sharks can be tuna out the can. “No Ceilings Got dammit now the frikkin sky showing UGH!!!”
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1. The working title of this movie is “Ah Hell Naw!” it’s a reactionary title due to the synopsis. It is intended to be a horror-comedy but the scarier We can get it the better. There have been so many horror movies made over the decades it’s challenging to bring an original concept to the table. And here it is courtesy of YOUNG MONEY FILMS: I was walking around in my old job many months ago and I was carrying a notebook to log down ideas in like I always do. It got me thinking, the scariest thing to me personally as a creative artist, would be if something was hell bent on stealing my ideas. Like Wayne just imagine, some devilish creature ACTUALLY stealing your rhymes before you can record them and completely wiping your memory of it. It never fails, you think it, and they snatch, just leaving you blinking. A

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creature whose purpose was to steal your drive, your passions, your hobbies, is basically stealing your life force. They just leave you lethargic. To some people, this is worse than death. I’m combining this idea with one just recently being sent to me from OUR GOD. I want these same creatures to attack you while you’re performing productive activities. You’re taking a shower and they’re after you. They catch you making up your bed, you’re toast. Washing the dishes? Oh hell Naw, you’re dead motherfrikking meat then! Washing the car, same thing. One of their catchphrases while attacking you will be “Yebba de dep”. I haven’t figured out if everyone attacked will die because the point is to let them live meaningless existences. It’s going to end up being extremely funny. I did figure out the human being responsible for these creatures spread thru suburbia and he’ll lose his life by the creature’s hands as well. I want these creatures to have EXTREME SWAG! The working taglines are “Lethargy anyone?” and “Where only the lazy survive!” the overruling theme throughout will be CHORES DO NOT KILL anyone, so do them. People don’t get attacked while taking showers and washing the dishes, most times. My older brother and I argue about the dishes because he’s 28 and he just expects me to clean all the dishes when he only cooks for himself. And thus this movie was born. I hope you see potential because I do, I’m currently asking GOD for inspiration for their physical appearance, demeanor and disposition. The other theme will be balance between ambition and lethargy because even the lazy will be attacked, just for the hell of it. Now you probably understand why it’s titled “Aw Hell Naw!” 2. Steven Spielberg scared the crap out of the world when he created
“Jaws”. The next YOUNG MONEY FILMS commercial hit is this: over the last million years, the oceans began drying up and sharks began evolving to live on land. They operate like big cats do basically. Where “Jaws” made it unsafe for people to swim, this makes it unsafe for people to be outside period. That’s what makes it so scary, in “Jaws” you had to swim to be a victim, here it is so different. Its not realistic but once immersed in the story, you are so happy it may never happen. And if Sharks do in fact evolve to live on land, we called it 1st with GOD’s help. I want these sharks to pounce like tigers, lions and panthers. I even want them to evolve to the point where they have wings. It will be a fantasy and all the explanations come from evolution, not genetic mutation, that’s outdated. Where the Jaws poster had the shark swallowing a person from the bottom, our film
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will have the Great white shark swallowing the person from the top; he’s flying down. I see so much potential in this film particularly. 3. There was a conversation I was having with a friend a yr ago and he brought this observation to my attention. “If a domesticated housecat were the same size as the bigger cats, they wouldn’t be housecats anymore basically.” I like that idea, just have to figure out how to explain it, soon enough. Any ideas? There is a chance I can include this story with the shark one, not sure yet. If I do I haven’t decided if the cats will help the people from the sharks or what, maybe both. To the cats the sharks can be tuna out the can. “No Ceilings Got dammit now the frikkin sky showing!!!”
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The following are Short Film treatments
Treatment# 1:
“You know what would be good for You? Creating Commercials!
A group of guys dressed in all yellow rainbow colors or tie dye continually robbing people on camera The victims never truly see it coming because they are immersed into their reading The victims will be walking down the street reading their books oblivious to the crimes being planned and plotted against them
These groups of armed burglars and shop lifters specialize in one thing stealing innocent people s books These crooks love to read and apply the knowledge they learned (The camera will catch them robbing small book stores of their entire inventory) They will then photo read the books and re sell them on Amazon thus creating a huge fan base and income window
They beat the stuffing out of the kids they catch reading in public humiliating them purposely (Once funding gets better We can show different sets of these groups all over the state, country and world). They can be seen emptying out their duffle bags full of stolen books and book lights on
43 their hide out tables They will be as excited as a group of bank robbers who pulled off 1000 successful heists while invisible
The moral of the short film will be promoting reading because it is not nearly as dangerous as the short film suggests. The film actors will mock the average viewer’s inability to choose reading as an active pastime by looking directly into the camera’s eye and screaming out “And We better not catch You slipping up either...”
The Screenplay
EXT. On the main road –DAY
Jimmy Jam Shot is walking down His neighborhood’s main road reading His newest book. Two other shady characters, REOUS and SEBASTIAN, are plotting to escape with Jimmy’s books.
JIMMY JAM SHOT
...the best way to gain an attractive status with Women is to improve You constantly. Women love what they can not have and nothing is more attractive than a busy and successful male figure. If ladies see You constantly around town filming movies...they are going to be crawling ALL OVER YOU.
REOUS decides this is the perfect time to pull off the information abduction. He pulls out the unseen part of His baseball bat and prepares to “crack an effendi skull.”
REOUS
Right...now
REOUS and SEBASTIAN begin to pace quickly towards JIMMY JAM SHOT. JIMMY is so into His book He doesn’t see the pre-planned ambush in pre-production.
JIMMY JAM SHOT
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What in the ---?
At this point in time, REOUS and SEBASTIAN initiate the beat down on JIMMY. JIMMY is totally unaware of the imminent danger He is in when it starts. The first strike is a blow to His neck and head area with a wooden baseball bat. REOUS hits JIMMY first and SEBASTIAN follows up with a thoroughly placed hit to the knee cap. By this time JIMMY is on the ground screaming in agony’s pain. (These scenes will all feature the freeze frame. Right before the bat connects with His different body parts, the camera will just freeze the current frame. The viewers will assume JIMMY was effectively hit by each blow because His body will keep assuming the new injured positions.)
JIMMY JAM SHOT
Please... just take it...I don’t want it anymore, DAMN!
Also, JIMMY is giving up His books, His most valuable assets at this point in time. He tosses the books further away from His body to avoid further physical damage. REOUS and SEBASTIAN begin to run off with a bag full of books courtesy of JIMMY JAM JAM. JIMMY tries to regain His physical composure but is heavily unable to do so.
INT. REOUS’ hideout spot –NIGHT
REOUS and SEBASTIAN are so excited to witness the sun set on another successful mission. They receive extreme thrills from robbing people only for their books and reading materials. SEBASTIAN empties out all the contents of the first bag. They have collected three bags full of books today. SEBASTIAN
Now I know this wasn’t the most successful day We’ve had in recent months...but Woo Gee Jolly Christopher, We are effectively in business.
REOUS and SEBASTIAN are researching how much the books they have “collected” are worth online. They are consulting Amazon’s website, entering the ISBN numbers from the book’s back covers.
REOUS
How to be a better macaroni!—worth $12.00 Used.
10 better tips to employ in Your employment search--$5.00 Used
The 100 most successful seducers of all time--$7.77 Used
Make More Money by Speaking--$11.00 Used
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How to run an effective farmer’s market grocery chain--$22.00 Used
SEBASTIAN
Bingo! That is $57.77 U.S. currency My good man. Look’s like We can just stop here. No need for greediness My man. So You know the protocol way before We even THINK about selling one book online
They both respond in harmonious unison
SEBASTIAN and REOUS at the same time
PHOTOREADING!!!
INT. SEBASTIAN’s private study room --DAY
The scene now switches to just SEBASTIAN sitting in His “private study” located inside His hideout. He is sitting formally, with His right ankle on top of His left knee while reading. He looks up towards the camera and addresses the viewers. He begins to briefly break down the most important steps to the Photo-reading process.
He has one of His archive’s books in His hand for the presentation
SEBASTIAN
First step is to tell Yourself what the purpose of reading the publication is in the first place. The 2nd step is to spend no more than 3 seconds on each page. This should take You about 10 minutes tops, maybe 30 minutes. This is labeled the previewing process. What previewing does is conditions Your mind to the format of the book. After previewing, You are aware of all the sub-chapters, the charts, graphs, boxed in sections, author’s notes and any other surprises. Previewing is similar to coming to grips with all the food located on Your dinner plate. It is easy to become confused in the 1st 20 pages of a 320pg novel.
The 3rd step is the actual photo-reading process. This is where You stare at the middle of the page. Your peripheral vision should be able to absorb both pages at thee same time at this point. This process stores all the pages into Your subconscious mind. This is a time consuming process and from experience, I recommend keeping a list of the exact phase You are in with each particular book. The more books You engage, the easier it is to forget where You are in certain books. It is not the most encouraging feeling.
Now tis is the funniest part; The incubation section. Incubation is when You let each book relax in Your mind for at least 24 hours or overnight. This is where
46 metaphysics comes into play because You have all the information in Your brain; You just are not aware You are using it. Here, awareness is important though. Put the book up until You wake up now.
Once the book is effectively incubated, rapid reading is the next step. Rapid Reading is when You read every word as quickly or as slowly as You desire. Throughout this entire process, You should feel déjà vu. It should seem as if You have read through this information before; because in essence, You really have. This is where the majority of laughs will take place. Before You can get to the rapid reading section, You must first let the material incubate itself inside Your mind. This is where the most evident benefit stemming from photo-reading is visible. While the first book is incubating, You are encouraged to preview and photo-reading at least two other books. Attempt to photo-read two books per night, and in 2 to 3yrs tops; You will be an expert in at least one field You find interesting. Now what’s better than that home-skillet?
Treatment #2: Accepting Everything Perceivable...4 Her Sake
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Treatment #3- Being More Responsible and Responsive
(This short will start with Chad sitting in a deli speaking to a former co worker They are discussing life at the present moment and the mistakes Chad made in the past resulting in Him getting fired Chad let s Sissy know He is really broken up over the consequences His actions held in store for Him ) Sissy tells Chad at this point He didn t do anything wrong just because He admitted everything He did wrong She tells Chad; now the issue is the other girl involved is the one lying Chad understands how other people ARE involved in the situation but He doesn t forget HIS ACTIONS got Him fired It is just so easy for Me to blame any one else for what happened to Me But the fact remains; I did this to Myself This short will mainly just focus on the conversation between the two companions The visual effects are still undecided Chad lets Sissy know; the only way He is going to get C L back into His life is to become the most Successful person anyone has ever observed The irony is once I am this successful My options will be damn near unlimited Sissy laughs uncontrollably for 30 seconds and then recites Mike Jones Back then they didn t want Me now I m hot they re all on Me Now the scene can switch to Chad sitting down in a chair talking to the camera. He could be explaining how being more responsive helped Him earn Sissy’s respect. “It’s not about earning Her respect. It’s more about following through with Your spiritual principles all the time. And that earns people’s respect all the time.”
Treatment #4- Work On Yourself instead of Women
I used to work at a Supermarket and while there I worked on Myself NOT on the Women but on Myself I can only change Myself and You can only change Yourself Nothing ever has to be entirely TRUE If things are not going Your way and Your first thought is to change another You are playing for the wrong team The best way to a Woman s Romantic Yin Energy is to Change Yourself first Your Perspectives Perceptions and Life Results will have little choice but to change afterwards
48 This short will start off with Chad plucking His bookshelf Plucking His bookshelf is when Chad stuffs His most valuable unread books into His bag before He leaves the house You will also observe Him putting three pens into His pocket One for lending out which may never be returned and two for Me to transcribe Our ideas 3 pens have little use without an empty notebook to write special ideas in so Chad of course includes one The scene shifts to where You see Chad sitting in the middle of social group conversing He is the most silent because His self defined purpose is not conversing He is working on Himself Almost everybody around Him knows about Him He just chooses to be self sufficient at the present moment The simple fact He is so indulgent into His work makes the group s majority just wonder and ponder about His intentions At some point the group decides to include Chad in the conversation. Chad secretly intended this because His props had been in place. His “conversational props” include His laptop, headphones, music, books, pens, notepads and self sufficient, positive mental attitude. “With all these items in place, it is tempting for a stranger not to ‘initiate’ small talk.”
Treatment #5: Go Through a Formal Conditioning Process to Kick Out Your Inner Negativity
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Treatment #6-Formal Conditioning Riot continued
This scene will focus on “Troy the Light Casey” aka “J Quest” meditating in His own special way. These next scenes will heavily illustrate the difference of perspective and routines when approaching meditation according to different souls. Troy the Light WILL NOT be seen throwing His books. Instead, the viewers will observe Him collapsing on the floor in laughter because of what He has just internalized. The next scene will show both Chad and Troy in a grocery store “picking up women” together. Chad will have Mystery’s “Pick Up Artist” in hand; Troy will have “The Game” by Neil Strauss. They will then be seen switching books and then initiating conversations with various women.
The short will conclude with both Troy and Chad letting their respective women read separate excerpts from the text resulting in different situations. Troy will induce “His female” into a fainting episode; He will then catch Her and kiss Her intensely. She will then wake up thank Him for His efforts and pull Him outside the store while declaring “Have I got an assignment for You sweet cheeks.” Chad’s female will be outrageously offended by His chosen paragraph and will bend over and punch His chest and abdomen with both fists. Another lady will have crept behind Chad by this time and is awaiting Her friend’s punch. The punch causes Chad to stumble over the other female. He laughs out of shock and necessity as He falls to the ground. While Chad falls to the ground, Brendan will throw a bunch of His notes into the air for an added effect.
Brendan will now pop up over a freeze frame and state: “Now I know that was funny...it was...My moms still laughing. Now check this result out. In this scene, the lady will still react in a hostile manner. This time the female will perform a spinning kick to Chad’s face. (I have yet to come up with a special effect for this so I just may be kicked in My face in reality.) Now the captions will read: “To avoid disastrous consequences of this nature...Be sure You have fully conditioned Yourself formally.”
Treatment #7-Creating a Powerful Self Image You Love Now for FREE!!!
This scene will begin with Chad living in His bathroom mirror He will be observed listening to His favorite positive mood inducing music while dancing with His shirt off He will have a list of His favorite and most positive aspects ABOUT HIMSELF in which He recites with the upmost sincerity and confidence in Himself He will ask Himself on camera What type of person shall I die AS Chad WICK?!?? Chad will then list the qualities the dead Chad will have possessed before that fateful time Chad will also introduce the viewers to the 3 Dimensional Image theory by using His pyramid example Once the pyramid tidbit is finished He will encourage the viewers to clear up the image they see of themselves He
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will deliver a 30 second speech based upon Association and Human Development The short will conclude with Chad asking the viewers Are You the Person You would like to Be? If the answer is no then Create a Compelling Self Image and work towards it This will Increase Your Sex Appeal effortlessly You will naturally become more Attractive to the Women You find Attractive
Treatment #8- Keep Your Reference Frame Focused on The Inside Now for FREE!!!

They all enter a shady looking facility. NAPOLI questions CHESTER on the cement and CHESTER shows the containers to NAPOLI. NAPOLI rubs his gloved hands together and responds with “excellent!!!” NAPOLI walks over to the corner and arrives back with 2 heavy buckets of wet cement. 2 empty metal trash cans sit in the room’s center and CHESTER wheels the caskets over to them.
CHESTER and SEBASTIAN open the 1st casket and share the weight of hanging his upper body over the trash can while his legs flop on the inside of the can. NAPOLI then pours as much
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cement as needed to cover their bodies’ hip down. NAPOLI looks up at the ceiling, makes an animated face as the camera moves down to see him pull out his silenced pink pistol. NAPOLI shoots the officer in the head. NAPOLI shouts out “Bingo!!!”
NAPOLI asks to leave the vicinity and come back once this cement is concrete. “Then we begin principal photography.” This refers to the scene where the 10 cops get dumped into a NYC River. We cut back to SPENCER and TEL AVIV’s law conversation. TEL AVIV continues writing down these detailed notes.
SPENCER
Part II of preservation of evidence AVIV; evidence seeming to be favorable to a suspect and the suspect would be unable to replace should not be destroyed by law enforcement officers. Next chapter, last one actually: entrapment; a person “entrapped” into committing a crime is immune from prosecution for that crime. Entrapment occurs when law officers or their agents implant in an innocent man’s mind the disposition to commit a crime and then induce him to commit the crime so they can prosecute him. Merely giving a person who is already predisposed to commit a crime the opportunity to do so is not entrapment.
Well that is all for today Ms. TEL AVIV. I hope your thirst for criminal law knowledge and police procedures are temporarily satisfied.
TEL AVIV
Oh yes, I am so ready to build a case study around this information. I’ll email it to you once it’s entirely completed. Ok?
SPENCER
Sounds grand! Have a great remainder of the afternoon.
TEL AVIV stands up and exits the building.
We cut to NAPOLI and TEL AVIV walking out of a restaurant months before she returned to Sweden. As they pass a nearby river they notice a white girl fall into the river. NAPOLI selflessly jumps into the river and rescues the child along with help from her father. News crews begin to arrive on the scene. NAPOLI refuses to comment and he and TEL AVIV catch a ride back to her apartment.
We cut to a recap of every single police officer who was murdered or at least injured throughout the film. The montage will be accompanied by Lupe Fiasco’s “Little Weapon” from his “The Cool” album. We cut to different scenes of all the minor characters in the film, (SAM, CHARLIE, JAFAR, SASHA, CARTER and a few others) watching the news. The news anchors discuss the
38 recent events where over 100 hundred police officers were murdered over the last week. All the characters display their individual concerns. The news then reports supposedly a terrorist has sent in a videotape possibly containing unreachable demands. NAPOLI’s 1st video begins to play on the television screens. We hear “ladies and gentlemen, salutations.” And we
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o 1. There was a conversation I was having with a friend a yr ago and he brought this observation to my attention. “If a domesticated housecat were the same size as the bigger cats, they wouldn’t be housecats anymore basically.” I like that idea, just have to figure out how to explain it, soon enough. Any ideas? There is a chance I can include this story with the shark one, not sure yet. If I do I haven’t decided if the cats will help the people from the sharks or assist the sharks, maybe both. To the cats the sharks can be tuna out the can. “No Ceilings Got dammit now the frikkin sky showing UGH!!!”
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1. The working title of this movie is “Ah Hell Naw!” it’s a reactionary title due to the synopsis. It is intended to be a horror-comedy but the scarier We can get it the better. There have been so many horror movies made over the decades it’s challenging to bring an original concept to the table. And here it is courtesy of YOUNG MONEY FILMS: I was walking around in my old job many months ago and I was carrying a notebook to log down ideas in like I always do. It got me thinking, the scariest thing to me personally as a creative artist, would be if something was hell bent on stealing my ideas. Like Wayne just imagine, some devilish creature ACTUALLY stealing your rhymes before you can record them and completely wiping your memory of it. It never fails, you think it, and they snatch, just leaving you blinking. A

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creature whose purpose was to steal your drive, your passions, your hobbies, is basically stealing your life force. They just leave you lethargic. To some people, this is worse than death. I’m combining this idea with one just recently being sent to me from OUR GOD. I want these same creatures to attack you while you’re performing productive activities. You’re taking a shower and they’re after you. They catch you making up your bed, you’re toast. Washing the dishes? Oh hell Naw, you’re dead motherfrikking meat then! Washing the car, same thing. One of their catchphrases while attacking you will be “Yebba de dep”. I haven’t figured out if everyone attacked will die because the point is to let them live meaningless existences. It’s going to end up being extremely funny. I did figure out the human being responsible for these creatures spread thru suburbia and he’ll lose his life by the creature’s hands as well. I want these creatures to have EXTREME SWAG! The working taglines are “Lethargy anyone?” and “Where only the lazy survive!” the overruling theme throughout will be CHORES DO NOT KILL anyone, so do them. People don’t get attacked while taking showers and washing the dishes, most times. My older brother and I argue about the dishes because he’s 28 and he just expects me to clean all the dishes when he only cooks for himself. And thus this movie was born. I hope you see potential because I do, I’m currently asking GOD for inspiration for their physical appearance, demeanor and disposition. The other theme will be balance between ambition and lethargy because even the lazy will be attacked, just for the hell of it. Now you probably understand why it’s titled “Aw Hell Naw!” 2. Steven Spielberg scared the crap out of the world when he created
“Jaws”. The next YOUNG MONEY FILMS commercial hit is this: over the last million years, the oceans began drying up and sharks began evolving to live on land. They operate like big cats do basically. Where “Jaws” made it unsafe for people to swim, this makes it unsafe for people to be outside period. That’s what makes it so scary, in “Jaws” you had to swim to be a victim, here it is so different. Its not realistic but once immersed in the story, you are so happy it may never happen. And if Sharks do in fact evolve to live on land, we called it 1st with GOD’s help. I want these sharks to pounce like tigers, lions and panthers. I even want them to evolve to the point where they have wings. It will be a fantasy and all the explanations come from evolution, not genetic mutation, that’s outdated. Where the Jaws poster had the shark swallowing a person from the bottom, our film
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will have the Great white shark swallowing the person from the top; he’s flying down. I see so much potential in this film particularly. 3. There was a conversation I was having with a friend a yr ago and he brought this observation to my attention. “If a domesticated housecat were the same size as the bigger cats, they wouldn’t be housecats anymore basically.” I like that idea, just have to figure out how to explain it, soon enough. Any ideas? There is a chance I can include this story with the shark one, not sure yet. If I do I haven’t decided if the cats will help the people from the sharks or what, maybe both. To the cats the sharks can be tuna out the can. “No Ceilings Got dammit now the frikkin sky showing!!!”
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The following are Short Film treatments
Treatment# 1:
“You know what would be good for You? Creating Commercials!
A group of guys dressed in all yellow rainbow colors or tie dye continually robbing people on camera The victims never truly see it coming because they are immersed into their reading The victims will be walking down the street reading their books oblivious to the crimes being planned and plotted against them
These groups of armed burglars and shop lifters specialize in one thing stealing innocent people s books These crooks love to read and apply the knowledge they learned (The camera will catch them robbing small book stores of their entire inventory) They will then photo read the books and re sell them on Amazon thus creating a huge fan base and income window
They beat the stuffing out of the kids they catch reading in public humiliating them purposely (Once funding gets better We can show different sets of these groups all over the state, country and world). They can be seen emptying out their duffle bags full of stolen books and book lights on
43 their hide out tables They will be as excited as a group of bank robbers who pulled off 1000 successful heists while invisible
The moral of the short film will be promoting reading because it is not nearly as dangerous as the short film suggests. The film actors will mock the average viewer’s inability to choose reading as an active pastime by looking directly into the camera’s eye and screaming out “And We better not catch You slipping up either...”
The Screenplay
EXT. On the main road –DAY
Jimmy Jam Shot is walking down His neighborhood’s main road reading His newest book. Two other shady characters, REOUS and SEBASTIAN, are plotting to escape with Jimmy’s books.
JIMMY JAM SHOT
...the best way to gain an attractive status with Women is to improve You constantly. Women love what they can not have and nothing is more attractive than a busy and successful male figure. If ladies see You constantly around town filming movies...they are going to be crawling ALL OVER YOU.
REOUS decides this is the perfect time to pull off the information abduction. He pulls out the unseen part of His baseball bat and prepares to “crack an effendi skull.”
REOUS
Right...now
REOUS and SEBASTIAN begin to pace quickly towards JIMMY JAM SHOT. JIMMY is so into His book He doesn’t see the pre-planned ambush in pre-production.
JIMMY JAM SHOT
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What in the ---?
At this point in time, REOUS and SEBASTIAN initiate the beat down on JIMMY. JIMMY is totally unaware of the imminent danger He is in when it starts. The first strike is a blow to His neck and head area with a wooden baseball bat. REOUS hits JIMMY first and SEBASTIAN follows up with a thoroughly placed hit to the knee cap. By this time JIMMY is on the ground screaming in agony’s pain. (These scenes will all feature the freeze frame. Right before the bat connects with His different body parts, the camera will just freeze the current frame. The viewers will assume JIMMY was effectively hit by each blow because His body will keep assuming the new injured positions.)
JIMMY JAM SHOT
Please... just take it...I don’t want it anymore, DAMN!
Also, JIMMY is giving up His books, His most valuable assets at this point in time. He tosses the books further away from His body to avoid further physical damage. REOUS and SEBASTIAN begin to run off with a bag full of books courtesy of JIMMY JAM JAM. JIMMY tries to regain His physical composure but is heavily unable to do so.
INT. REOUS’ hideout spot –NIGHT
REOUS and SEBASTIAN are so excited to witness the sun set on another successful mission. They receive extreme thrills from robbing people only for their books and reading materials. SEBASTIAN empties out all the contents of the first bag. They have collected three bags full of books today. SEBASTIAN
Now I know this wasn’t the most successful day We’ve had in recent months...but Woo Gee Jolly Christopher, We are effectively in business.
REOUS and SEBASTIAN are researching how much the books they have “collected” are worth online. They are consulting Amazon’s website, entering the ISBN numbers from the book’s back covers.
REOUS
How to be a better macaroni!—worth $12.00 Used.
10 better tips to employ in Your employment search--$5.00 Used
The 100 most successful seducers of all time--$7.77 Used
Make More Money by Speaking--$11.00 Used
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How to run an effective farmer’s market grocery chain--$22.00 Used
SEBASTIAN
Bingo! That is $57.77 U.S. currency My good man. Look’s like We can just stop here. No need for greediness My man. So You know the protocol way before We even THINK about selling one book online
They both respond in harmonious unison
SEBASTIAN and REOUS at the same time
PHOTOREADING!!!
INT. SEBASTIAN’s private study room --DAY
The scene now switches to just SEBASTIAN sitting in His “private study” located inside His hideout. He is sitting formally, with His right ankle on top of His left knee while reading. He looks up towards the camera and addresses the viewers. He begins to briefly break down the most important steps to the Photo-reading process.
He has one of His archive’s books in His hand for the presentation
SEBASTIAN
First step is to tell Yourself what the purpose of reading the publication is in the first place. The 2nd step is to spend no more than 3 seconds on each page. This should take You about 10 minutes tops, maybe 30 minutes. This is labeled the previewing process. What previewing does is conditions Your mind to the format of the book. After previewing, You are aware of all the sub-chapters, the charts, graphs, boxed in sections, author’s notes and any other surprises. Previewing is similar to coming to grips with all the food located on Your dinner plate. It is easy to become confused in the 1st 20 pages of a 320pg novel.
The 3rd step is the actual photo-reading process. This is where You stare at the middle of the page. Your peripheral vision should be able to absorb both pages at thee same time at this point. This process stores all the pages into Your subconscious mind. This is a time consuming process and from experience, I recommend keeping a list of the exact phase You are in with each particular book. The more books You engage, the easier it is to forget where You are in certain books. It is not the most encouraging feeling.
Now tis is the funniest part; The incubation section. Incubation is when You let each book relax in Your mind for at least 24 hours or overnight. This is where
46 metaphysics comes into play because You have all the information in Your brain; You just are not aware You are using it. Here, awareness is important though. Put the book up until You wake up now.
Once the book is effectively incubated, rapid reading is the next step. Rapid Reading is when You read every word as quickly or as slowly as You desire. Throughout this entire process, You should feel déjà vu. It should seem as if You have read through this information before; because in essence, You really have. This is where the majority of laughs will take place. Before You can get to the rapid reading section, You must first let the material incubate itself inside Your mind. This is where the most evident benefit stemming from photo-reading is visible. While the first book is incubating, You are encouraged to preview and photo-reading at least two other books. Attempt to photo-read two books per night, and in 2 to 3yrs tops; You will be an expert in at least one field You find interesting. Now what’s better than that home-skillet?
Treatment #2: Accepting Everything Perceivable...4 Her Sake
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Treatment #3- Being More Responsible and Responsive
(This short will start with Chad sitting in a deli speaking to a former co worker They are discussing life at the present moment and the mistakes Chad made in the past resulting in Him getting fired Chad let s Sissy know He is really broken up over the consequences His actions held in store for Him ) Sissy tells Chad at this point He didn t do anything wrong just because He admitted everything He did wrong She tells Chad; now the issue is the other girl involved is the one lying Chad understands how other people ARE involved in the situation but He doesn t forget HIS ACTIONS got Him fired It is just so easy for Me to blame any one else for what happened to Me But the fact remains; I did this to Myself This short will mainly just focus on the conversation between the two companions The visual effects are still undecided Chad lets Sissy know; the only way He is going to get C L back into His life is to become the most Successful person anyone has ever observed The irony is once I am this successful My options will be damn near unlimited Sissy laughs uncontrollably for 30 seconds and then recites Mike Jones Back then they didn t want Me now I m hot they re all on Me Now the scene can switch to Chad sitting down in a chair talking to the camera. He could be explaining how being more responsive helped Him earn Sissy’s respect. “It’s not about earning Her respect. It’s more about following through with Your spiritual principles all the time. And that earns people’s respect all the time.”
Treatment #4- Work On Yourself instead of Women

YOUNG MONEY FILMS of COURSE THE BLOCKKK IS HOT VOL. 1 EPISODE 1:MOVIN’ TOO FAST
“And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the Gremlins, ain’t got piff to do with this but I just thought that I should mention.” TUNECHI ALOWISHES
CHAD XZAVIER HARRIS 8/12/2010
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1st off, Dwayne M. Carter II personally requested this publication so it is only professional you give this to him. He will have an email sent to me if this is not put in his possession. We really appreciate your cooperation. Thank You
If any information contained in this book is considered offensive or controversial, CHAD HARRIS personally apologizes, asks for forgiveness and for it to be given to Dwayne M. Carter anyway.
Nothing in this text is designed to provide instructions for any weaponry or escape plans, He’s a multi millionaire for GOD’s sake. If you just would search the entire book you will read various harmless ideas that fit in different categories. There’s a movie script, 2 animation television show scripts and 12 short film treatment scripts...nothing illegal or provoking unrest amongst your prisoners.
Thank You Kindly
• I am shappy and grateful now I am working on 5 films with Eli Roth and Q. Tarantino.
• I am so happy and grateful I am President of Young Money Film Division courtesy of GOD, Myself and lil Wayne aka Tunechi my favorite mentor
• I am so happy and grateful my published book containing the animation and feature film script and treatment has been received by lil Wayne in NYC jail hassle free and he is in the process of contacting me to fly me out to get paperwork done
• I am so happy and grateful my first published feature film script was picked up and optioned and I was paid $1,000,000 for it quickly as if it were destined
• I am so happy and grateful lil Wayne wasted no time whatsoever in reaching back out to me in letting me become part of Young Money
• I am so happy and grateful the Young Money and Cash Money family supports my passion and looks out for me while welcoming me into their family, which I appreciate so franking much.
• Just in case- 678.760.0704 [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]), [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]),
• The number 1 characteristic of an alpha male is the smile and I can’t help but smile wider than usual after actually sending this to you
• The only way to really get signed with Young Money is to feel like I already am and I really do feel like Young Money Film’s newest phenom
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• Whether you decide to meet me or not, at least contact me and let me know pls. It would be greatly appreciated and I really hope you at least received this.
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8/12/2010 9:28:22 PM
“You can’t be broke and happy, so me I’m MAD RICH”- “Throw it in the Bag” from “No Ceilings”
Dear Wayne,
I condensed 5 intro pages into 1 to catch your attention. (Later on the 5 pages can be read in full.) Basically, I am 20, graduated high school in 2008. If YOUNG MONEY FILMS exist, I want to work my way up to the highest available position. My passions are reading, writing and speaking. I have been writing original poems since I was 7.
You are such a mobile and goal oriented person, it’s challenging to get something in your hands, no homo. The purpose of this publication is to convey to you, Wayne, how valuable I believe I am regarding YOUNG MONEY FILM’s eternal success. With the right amount of experience I can be a serious threat, a real serious threat. On an interview you mentioned wanting to step in front of the camera a likkle more (likkle Wayne). Out of all the Hollywood studios I would prefer to enter Hollywood thru YOUNG MONEY FILMS and if given the chance, I’ll personally make sure you earn a billion units of currency due to our organized efforts. I just want your co-sign. What Baby did for you, I want a similar opportunity. If by some GODLY force your eyes are actually feasting upon this written material, my biggest dreams are being realized. On your “Behind the Music” you said “being able to say I was CASH MONEY were some of the happiest moments of my life.” In my bedroom closet I have 52 pictures for inspiration while writing movies and you’re on 12 out of 52.
I imagine just how wonderful it actually feels to be “Young Money FILMS”. On the original “I want dis forever” Drake said “I’m so UN-SIGNED; it would blow one’s mind.” And on the “official” “Forever”, he was YOUNG MONEY. I want to earn my way there. So if this never reached you, you would never know how crushed I truly am, my eyes are becoming teary but I deserve everything I receive. So if I deserve at Least 1 physical audition to prove my value to your camp, please grant it.
If you can not feel my passion through these pages then I ask you to fly me out to your location once free from prison. You will definitely sense my passion in person. On your “weezy thanx you” website you requested fans only send you 1 page letters but I am a business partner thus, an entire published book. I thank you for at least opening it. So I want to end the introduction briefly summarizing 3 movie ideas I am currently outlining.
“Ah Hell Naw!” An original idea courtesy of YOUNG MONEY FILMS: I’m walking around my old job carrying a notebook and it got me thinking, the scariest thing to a creative artist would be if something was hell bent on stealing my ideas. Like Wayne just imagine, some devilish creature ACTUALLY stealing your rhymes before you can record them and completely wiping your memory of it. It never fails; a creature whose purpose was to steal your drive, your passions, your hobbies, is basically stealing your life force.
5 They just leave you lethargic. To some people, this is worse than death. The theme and moral is “chores don’t kill, so get them done.”

1. Steven Spielberg scared the crap out of the world with “Jaws”. The next YOUNG MONEY FILMS

commercial hit is this: over the last million years, the oceans began drying up and sharks began evolving to live on land. They operate like big cats do basically. Where “Jaws” made it unsafe for people to swim, this makes it unsafe for people to be outside period. That’s what makes it so scary, in “Jaws” you had to swim to be a victim, here it is so different. It’s not realistic but once immersed in the story, you are so happy it may never happen. And if Sharks do in fact evolve to live on land, we called it 1st with GOD’s help here at YOUNG MONEY. These sharks pounce like tigers, lions and panthers. They evolve to the point where they have wings. It will be a fantasy and all the explanations come from evolution, not genetic mutation, that’s outdated. Where the Jaws poster had the shark swallowing a person from the bottom, our film will have the Great white shark swallowing the person from the top; he’s flying down. I see so much potential in this film particularly. Monday, August 09, 2010 8/9/2010 4:24:54 PM
The Blockkk is Hot Volume 1, Episode 1: Running from the Police
FADE IN
3 African American teenage males are being pulled over for a “routine” traffic stop. The on duty officers are white of course. The responding officer calls in for backup to even out the citizen to police officer ratio. 2 more police squad cars arrive on the scene. An officer from the 2nd squad car walks slowly to the left side, watching the back seat passenger. The 1st officer runs the vehicle’s license plate for warrants and or tickets. The initial police officer finally gets out of his car and walks over to the driver of the vehicle.
The 1st officer asks the driver for his driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance. The driver is extremely nervous but nonetheless he complies. The officer receives the information and walks back over to his squad car. The officer from the 3rd car walks over to the 1st officer’s car door. They both engage in conversation over what they are allowed to do with the “suspects”.
The three African American males observe their environment and notice the 2nd police officer watching over them. Suddenly a van carrying 6, including the driver, African American adult males armed with specialized weapons notices the scene. They pull over on
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the opposite side of the road several hundred feet away from the “traffic” stop.
They drop off 2 passengers, each armed with a high powered sniper rifle to “spot” them. The other 4 passengers viciously load, cock and aim their sub- machine guns towards the “innocent” police officers. The 2 snipers each aim at their respective officer’s head and fire. This leaves 2 of the 3 officers down and fatally injured.
The African American teenage male located in the backseat is the first to notice the 2nd officer as he falls to the ground. Blood is sprayed on the window and in his view. The 2nd officer is hit by the 2nd sniper and his accurate hollow point bullet. This scares the 1st officer shit-less because he is closest to the 2nd officer and is now the only one left alive. The van full of single purpose driven cop killers is now side by side the 1st squad car and the 3 armed passengers already have their door open. These same gunmen riddle the officer with one round of semi automatic bullets. The officer is not able to return fire quickly enough and thus never stood a chance.
While this is going on, the 3 African American teenage males are jumping in their seats. They then all duck down because they have no idea what is going on. They realize the police officers are under fire but they don’t know from who, why, and if they themselves are also targets.
They are obviously not because if they were, they too would be slumped in their vehicle as well. The 3 armed passengers leave their sub machine guns in the van, only take 1 silenced pistol and one 9mm with them as they exit the van.
The cop killers pull the 1st police officer’s dead corpse from “his” squad car and lay him on the 2nd officer in an assumed homosexual position as a joke. Each cop killer relocates into a squad car and prepares to drive off. Right at this moment another squad car is seen driving down the road at a calm pace. The new squad car slows down to investigate the interesting scene. The gunman in the bloodiest squad car cocks and aims both his pistols at the new squad car as a defensive tactic.
It is now revealed the driver of the investigating squad car is JARVIS, the 2nd in command of this “elite” and
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“exquisitely prepared operation”. JARVIS rolls down the window and smiles at his soldiers. He tells the soldiers to “keep up the outstanding progress” and drives off as he turns on the police car sirens and flashing lights.
The 1st gunman walks over to the teenager’s car and returns his driver license. He tells the driver he is free to go, his license is clean and hands him a brochure to attend a meeting based on what they just witnessed here. As the 3 gunmen drive off calmly in all different directions the camera freezes and the title credits roll. The “Tyga Tyga song La La La Boom” song plays as the credits play out.
Once the credits finish we cut to JARVIS meditating silently and alone in his bedroom closet. We observe him taking his 1st 5 deep inhalations and exhalations. We cut to JARVIS in his high school cafeteria in the 11th grade. JARVIS is sitting at a table filled with people chattering about him, about others, to him and to others. He is bored of this and gets up to throw away his empty food tray.
He tells his table he will meet them after school lets out as he heads to the library. JARVIS heads into the school library and gives the librarian his school identification. He observes a class sitting with their teacher at the middle of the library receiving a lecture of some sort. He walks over to the student computer area and takes a seat. He logs into his account and pulls up internet explorer 8. He googles afro centricity and is taken to www.thetalkingdrum.com.
The talking drum website is full of an abundance of detailed information regarding America’s race relations “policies”. He clicks on a tab titled “Cointelpro” identifying what Cointelpro really is. He reads on Cointelpro until the lunch bell rings 15minutes later.
He has 25 pages left and he prints out 5 pages on Cointelpro and exits the library after picking up his heaven sent information. He walks into his class and as he enters the room, the camera doesn’t follow him in. We cut back to JARVIS meditating in his closet. We see JARVIS taking 5 more breaths before we cut to him giving an arousing speech at a nearby youth center in a NYC neighborhood.
JARVIS
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WE SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE NEUTRALIZED...WE SHALL INSTEAD SHOOT UNTIL WE DIE!!!
We cut back to JARVIS meditating. JARVIS stands up, puts a shirt on and exits the closet. He has his loaded shotgun strapped around his back safely to avoid shooting himself. He sits at his study desk and draws out the final blueprints of his latest plans. On top his bookshelf, away from the other books are 2 books on police dispatching systems and 1 book on proper grenade usage and handling.
We cut to a group of armed soldiers exiting a black “cable company” van. 4 African American males pull ghostface masks over their faces, load their automatic rifles and with heavy determination enter a doomed police precinct. There are 4 men on the “bad side”: CARLOS, JOSE, ALEX and DANIEL. CARLOS is the commanding officer of this particular squad and enters the building with DANIEL by his side. They both waste no time in firing upon the innocent and ignorant police officers.
They really have little time to execute their plans due to the visibility of their artillery and their face masks. CARLOS shoots 3 cops in the face, neck and back, back to back to back. DANIEL takes out 2 more officers with his rifle while ALEX throws a smoke grenade over DANIEL’s shoulder. JOSE equips himself to ALEX’s right side and throws an armed war grenade into the hallway of the police station. Just as the upstairs officers head downstairs with their game face on, they are blown away “right on time”.
As the smoke fills up the room, all 4 assailants release heavy fire upon the hidden police officers even more. They hear more screams from the cops and are now unsure how many more they have killed. They all head outside of the police station through the front door. CARLOS radios the driver, JARVIS, to return and pick them up. As JARVIS pulls up, they all notice back up police officer squad cars stopping on the corner to “engage” them in battle.
Just then, JARVIS jumps out of the vehicle, mask on his face, grenade launcher in hand and aims steadily at the cop cars. He successfully blows them all up. The explosion knocks everyone except JARVIS to the ground. They all get up, get inside the van and drive off. JARVIS is happier at this outcome than one may expect or be able to stomach.
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We now cut to a black screen reading: “Chapter 1, Laying Plans”. Cut to JARVIS standing at the head of a table with a room full of warriors listening to his every word. He explains the process of war, “it is an art”.
We cut to JARVIS and CARLOS walking in front of a different police station with land mines in their hands. They kneel down together and each plant 5 mines in a line as a trap. They then both throw 3 smoke grenades and 2 war grenades into the police station. They both walk away calmly to the corner where ALEX is waiting in the van.
As they open the van door, the 4 grenades blow up and 2 dead officers are blasted into the empty street. As they close the van door they notice the smoke exiting the building and 5 officers run out of the building in fear and curiosity. All 5 of these oblivious officers activate a separate land mine and are effectively terminated in the blast. The van drives off away from the “unwarranted chaos”. JARVIS is still seen laughing uncontrollably or giggling like a giddy little school girl, whichever feels best. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS speaking to an African American militant sniper about an upcoming battle. 3 police cruisers responding to an “emergency call” park on the block. JARVIS asks the sniper, SUNNY, if he is ready and SUNNY responds in the affirmative. JARVIS walks down the stairs as he polishes his left oozy. He puts it in his left gun shoulder strap and then pulls out his right oozy. He tells himself “One at a time JARVIS, just one at a time. All things come to those who act as if and who believe in CHRIST.”
JARVIS walks through bushes taller than him quietly enough to position himself right next to an unsuspecting officer. The officer’s partner notices the oozy barrel sticking out of the bush and right when he opens his mouth; BOOM! The sniper’s 1st kill assisted JARVIS’ 1st kill. As the 1st officer investigates his partner’s body, JARVIS guns him down with the oozy. Since 2 officers have been gunned down, the remaining 4 officers call in for back up as they are engaged in heavy gunfire.
Now they realize it is a horrible set up by armed
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citizens. JARVIS shoots the windshield to pieces while SUNNY shoots down one more officer. This leaves 2 more and JARVIS precisely pitches an armed grenade into the squad car. SUNNY the sniper takes out the last squad car with a rocket launcher. (This is designed to make the audience laugh due to dramatic irony; neither JARVIS nor the cops know a rocket launcher has entered the equation). JARVIS is blown 5 feet away from the site. The scene freezes and cuts back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS and ALEX driving in the by now so recognizable van, not to the police but to the audience. They park the car 50 yards away from a police officer occupied with giving someone a ticket. JARVIS exits the van, loads up his favorite pink sniper rifle, aims it at the officer’s head and positions himself.
Just in case the officer has a partner in the passenger side ALEX loads his sniper rifle, aims it where the passenger would exit the vehicle and alerts JARVIS of his readiness. JARVIS executes the cop and as the bullet exits the chamber, the camera zooms out, pans over to the cop’s perspective and the officer then falls to the ground. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
JARVIS Always remember lack of planning brings about defeat.
We cut to a high school lecture given by a retiring police officer dated 2 weeks before the 1st attack on the police forces officially commenced. 20 students enter into their criminal justice 2nd period one after the other. As they position themselves into their seats, their teacher, Mr. BRADLEY, announces the day’s special guest. Officer O’Charley begins his lecture. A student, DESTIN, asks the officer a question about his utility belt. Officer O’Charley answers DESTIN’s question.
We cut to a masked gunman brandishing a double barreled shotgun. He is walking behind an unsuspecting police officer giving a traffic ticket on the side of the road. The criminal shoots the officer in the head and neck twice in rapid succession, as it should be. He then steals the officer’s car and drives off calmly.
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We cut back to Officer O’Charley’s school lesson. He is explaining the obvious usefulness of his handcuffs. We cut to 2 officers responding to an “emergency call” at a local residence. A white couple is arguing outside at each other with a bat and a machete in their hands. The police officers exit the car and immediately brandish their trusty firearms.
They ask the couple to put their weapons away and step over to the vehicle. 2 masked white men in all black clothing ambush the bitch ass police officers. The 1st white man, TJ, shoots the 1st cop in the neck with a tranq gun. As the next officer turns around to investigate and then shoot, the other white man DARWIN guts him like a fish with his freshly sharpened Katana.
TJ walks over to the “sleeping” officer and handcuffs him with his own handcuffs. DARWIN ties a black bag over his head, ties a rope around his neck extra tight and he and TJ lift the officers one by one back into their cars. TJ and DARWIN get in the squad car, drive it to the corner and park it sideways; blocking the road off partially. As they exit the car they each arm 2 grenades, leave them in the car and walk back down to the crime scene as the car explodes. The explosion serves as the transition to the next scene.
We see Officer O’Charley answering a question from student ADAM WAGNER concerning his upcoming retirement. Officer O’Charley informs ADAM of his gut feeling to leave the force. He feels something horrible is being plotted by “horrible” people. He then goes on to say he could just be “horribly wrong.” We cut to JARVIS, once again laying out the “business plans”. We cut to 5 police officers inside a police precinct discussing recent arrests. Their names are STEVEN, NICOLAS, JACK, WILLIAM TYRELL and TOMMY LEE.
STEVEN So I’m taking this guy in for disturbing the peace and being drunk in public right, and all of sudden he decides to puke all over my back seat. It was just so disgusting man, like seriously. How am I supposed to drive that car around town now? I kind of wished I had just left him be. TOMMY LEE Ah man STEVEN that’s nothing bro. I responded to a call about 3 months ago, epileptic seizure or something of that nature. Right as the paramedics arrive on the scene this lady starts puking in my arms. NICOLAS puts his arm around TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as he
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pokes fun at him, smile on his face
NICOLAS I didn’t even know people could vomit while under seizures. TOMMY LEE shifts his position so he and NICOLAS are having a heart to heart conversation. NICOLAS’ arm falls off of TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as a result.
TOMMY LEE I know right! That’s exactly what I’m saying. I know now though. But all in all though, I gave that nice lady some comfort in her time of need so it’s not a big deal at all. Now you on the other hand STEVEN...that shit’s just funny as fuck. At this moment the police station door opens and 5 ball- like items are slung violently in all directions inside the building. The officers are still trying to figure out what is happening when the items start fulfilling their purposes. One item is a homemade tear gas canister, another is a smoke grenade, one is a poison gas canister and two are live, war grenades designed to maim, kill and neutralize. The 5 officers along with the rest of the people inside the building begin to gag, choke, cough and suffocate before the grenade blows them up.
We cut back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
JARVIS Ok so, Chapter 3: Attacking by stratagem; the easiest part. JARVIS pulls the sides of his sports jacket closer together symbolizing his inner confidence.
JARVIS So here are the rules: if our forces are 10 to our enemy’s 1, we surround him.
We cut to a white male in all blue and a gas mask walking up very quickly to a local police precinct. He pulls out 5 ball like items from his bag, drops the bag and opens the police station double doors. He launches all 4 weapons into the police station, closes the door, picks up his bag and makes a dash for the corner. A black cable van arrives to pick him up. He enters the vehicle and they drive off as the explosions occur. We cut to a police officer walking out of a coffee shop with a brew in his hand. We see a white man in all black with a Halloween mask on smashing the cop’s squad car up with a spiked baseball bat. The cop, outraged, brandishes his pistol after dropping his coffee on the ground.
OFFICER DALY
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Freeze bitch! Hands up now! What the fuck do you think you’re doing man? What’s wrong with you man? Are you insane? ZACHARY JUKEL I didn’t do it...I fucking swear. It was a black dude. ZACK puts his hands up after dropping the bat. 10 machine gun brandishing African American militants appear from around the corner and gun down OFFICER DALY with immense ease.
ZACK What took you all so long man? I was almost dead! CORNELIUS He wasn’t going to kill you JUKEL man, you white. ZACK Yea, bet. CORNELIUS Let’s lift this sack of shit up and place his ass on top of his squad car, since he cares ‘bout it so much. Both ZACK and CORNELIUS lift up the dead officer on top of his cruiser. ZACK pours gasoline all over his body and inside the car. CORNELIUS strikes a match and throws it inside the car and the big group disperses before the flames attract more officers and firemen.
CORNELIUS Ok, this motherfucker’s toast, let’s skedaddle. We cut back to JARVIS explaining the plans. We cut to an interracial teenage couple sitting on a couch listening to music playing from a white laptop.
CARTER How was economics today SASHA? SASHA Oh it was just grand (very enthusiastically) Mr. Woods is just so freaking entertaining man. He was telling us of a story about a student he had on the 1st day of school a few years ago. He was an Asian student drinking water out a tall, plastic bottle. Mr. Woods kept noticing the student laughing and blurting out random nonsense right? CARTER Um hum, keep going. SASHA So Mr. Woods walks over to the student’s desk, picks up the bottle, opens it and smells it. He then figured out it was some sort of hard liquor and had to suspend the student. So his moral was water only, but he had to be allowed to smell it first. It was much funnier coming straight from him. I mean, his facial expressions are priceless man. CARTER Yea, that was pretty entertaining. You do a great job SASHA. You really do. SASHA leans in to kiss CARTER on the lips. She puts her hand on his cheek and keeps it there longer than
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necessary which shows how much she does adore him.
SASHA Ok, now your turn boo, tell me a funny story taking place in high school pls.
CARTER looks up and to the right, gathers the appropriate memory and begins.
CARTER Ok, I have one. CARTER sits up straight to better illustrate his short tale.
CARTER My junior year at Salem, there was this new girl from Upstate New York. Her name was BELINDA SOSA. People called her BELLA. Boy was she beautiful, but nevertheless, we never ever spoke. So one day I’m talking to DIAMOND, a good friend of mine, after school and she gives me BELLA’s phone number. This was when I had a boost mobile cell phone and BELLA also had a Nextel. So that allowed us to chirp each other. You know about chirping right? SASHA You mean the walkie talkie feature right? CARTER Yes, exactly. So anyway right, later on that night I decide to engage in premature acts known commonly as prank calling. She has no idea who I am so I chirp her every morning as I walk to the bus stop right. Next thing you know her popular boy friend, TREY NEWTON, chirped me back and said he was hell bent on whooping my ass.
SASHA leans in closer to CARTER’s chin, looks up at him with a smile on her face and asks him
SASHA So were you in the least bit afraid? CARTER Oh yes, he was so popular, I was like ‘maybe I should stop soon.’ SASHA So did you stop then? CARTER Hell to the fuck Nah. Both SASHA and CARTER share a hearty laugh together. CARTER One day she chirps me and uses my full name, CARTER SIMMONS. SASHA’s eyes widen up in complete surprise and suspense. CARTER I was like, what in the hell? I was so scared man, like how’d she get my whole government name? Turns out when I chirped her, my information was also sent to her. By then it was a little too late but I still decided to change my information for future reference purposes. CARTER So a few days later I’m in the lunchroom, standing in a long line waiting to buy a lunch. All of a sudden, bleep bleep, my phone starts going off. Somebody was chirping me. The 1st thing
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popping in my mind was ‘hell nah, this girl trying to find me. She’s trying to jam a nigga up man.’ She almost had me too. I figured she was also in the lunchroom somewhere so I secretly pull my phone out and turn that bitch off. Maybe I wasn’t slick enough and she had somebody looking out for me and they saw me. So after school as I’m walking down the stairs to my bus I turn my phone back on and chirp her. We made jokes about how she almost caught me. She called me a punk for being afraid of her boyfriend. SASHA So where’s the climax and resolution? I wanna finish nibbling on your ears and once it’s out of my system, you can return the favor. Only if that’s cool with you though. CARTER So here’s the end; I’m in literature class sitting at a table full of women, as it should be. All of a sudden TIFFANY GREEN walks over to me and asks me; ‘are you CARTER SIMMONS?’ and I’m like Noooo. She then says ‘yes you are man!’ then I say ‘yes I am but why.’ She just says ‘oh no reason.’ I pretty much figured out what was going on because I recognized TIFFANY as part of BELLA’s clique. So a few days later I’m posted up eating lunch away from the cafeteria and all of a sudden BOOM! Both TIFFANY and BELLA walk up to me and it so shocked me SASHA. I promise SASHA, I didn’t faint but it was intense. BELLA’s just there smiling all in my face like we’re friends and everything. At that point, the chirp fest was over, my game was up. She had figured me out with the help of a friend. Had TIFFANY never been in my lit. class it probably could’ve gone on much longer too. So before she walked away I screamed out ‘BELLA’, she turns around and I continued ‘did you think I was going to hurt you?’ She shook her head no and called me a pussy. We never spoke after this but if she did see me, I’m sure she laughed to herself. Ok so story over SASHA, my ear’s ready.
SASHA laughs and continues to nibble on CARTER’s ear.
We cut to JARVIS laying plans.

happy and grateful now I am working on 5 films with Eli Roth and Q. Tarantino.
• I am so happy and grateful I am President of Young Money Film Division courtesy of GOD, Myself and lil Wayne aka Tunechi my favorite mentor
• I am so happy and grateful my published book containing the animation and feature film script and treatment has been received by lil Wayne in NYC jail hassle free and he is in the process of contacting me to fly me out to get paperwork done
• I am so happy and grateful my first published feature film script was picked up and optioned and I was paid $1,000,000 for it quickly as if it were destined
• I am so happy and grateful lil Wayne wasted no time whatsoever in reaching back out to me in letting me become part of Young Money
• I am so happy and grateful the Young Money and Cash Money family supports my passion and looks out for me while welcoming me into their family, which I appreciate so franking much.
• Just in case- 678.760.0704 [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]), [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]),
• The number 1 characteristic of an alpha male is the smile and I can’t help but smile wider than usual after actually sending this to you
• The only way to really get signed with Young Money is to feel like I already am and I really do feel like Young Money Film’s newest phenom
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• Whether you decide to meet me or not, at least contact me and let me know pls. It would be greatly appreciated and I really hope you at least received this.
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8/12/2010 9:28:22 PM
“You can’t be broke and happy, so me I’m MAD RICH”- “Throw it in the Bag” from “No Ceilings”
Dear Wayne,
I condensed 5 intro pages into 1 to catch your attention. (Later on the 5 pages can be read in full.) Basically, I am 20, graduated high school in 2008. If YOUNG MONEY FILMS exist, I want to work my way up to the highest available position. My passions are reading, writing and speaking. I have been writing original poems since I was 7.
You are such a mobile and goal oriented person, it’s challenging to get something in your hands, no homo. The purpose of this publication is to convey to you, Wayne, how valuable I believe I am regarding YOUNG MONEY FILM’s eternal success. With the right amount of experience I can be a serious threat, a real serious threat. On an interview you mentioned wanting to step in front of the camera a likkle more (likkle Wayne). Out of all the Hollywood studios I would prefer to enter Hollywood thru YOUNG MONEY FILMS and if given the chance, I’ll personally make sure you earn a billion units of currency due to our organized efforts. I just want your co-sign. What Baby did for you, I want a similar opportunity. If by some GODLY force your eyes are actually feasting upon this written material, my biggest dreams are being realized. On your “Behind the Music” you said “being able to say I was CASH MONEY were some of the happiest moments of my life.” In my bedroom closet I have 52 pictures for inspiration while writing movies and you’re on 12 out of 52.
I imagine just how wonderful it actually feels to be “Young Money FILMS”. On the original “I want dis forever” Drake said “I’m so UN-SIGNED; it would blow one’s mind.” And on the “official” “Forever”, he was YOUNG MONEY. I want to earn my way there. So if this never reached you, you would never know how crushed I truly am, my eyes are becoming teary but I deserve everything I receive. So if I deserve at Least 1 physical audition to prove my value to your camp, please grant it.
If you can not feel my passion through these pages then I ask you to fly me out to your location once free from prison. You will definitely sense my passion in person. On your “weezy thanx you” website you requested fans only send you 1 page letters but I am a business partner thus, an entire published book. I thank you for at least opening it. So I want to end the introduction briefly summarizing 3 movie ideas I am currently outlining.
“Ah Hell Naw!” An original idea courtesy of YOUNG MONEY FILMS: I’m walking around my old job carrying a notebook and it got me thinking, the scariest thing to a creative artist would be if something was hell bent on stealing my ideas. Like Wayne just imagine, some devilish creature ACTUALLY stealing your rhymes before you can record them and completely wiping your memory of it. It never fails; a creature whose purpose was to steal your drive, your passions, your hobbies, is basically stealing your life force.
5 They just leave you lethargic. To some people, this is worse than death. The theme and moral is “chores don’t kill, so get them done.”

1. Steven Spielberg scared the crap out of the world with “Jaws”. The next YOUNG MONEY FILMS

commercial hit is this: over the last million years, the oceans began drying up and sharks began evolving to live on land. They operate like big cats do basically. Where “Jaws” made it unsafe for people to swim, this makes it unsafe for people to be outside period. That’s what makes it so scary, in “Jaws” you had to swim to be a victim, here it is so different. It’s not realistic but once immersed in the story, you are so happy it may never happen. And if Sharks do in fact evolve to live on land, we called it 1st with GOD’s help here at YOUNG MONEY. These sharks pounce like tigers, lions and panthers. They evolve to the point where they have wings. It will be a fantasy and all the explanations come from evolution, not genetic mutation, that’s outdated. Where the Jaws poster had the shark swallowing a person from the bottom, our film will have the Great white shark swallowing the person from the top; he’s flying down. I see so much potential in this film particularly. Monday, August 09, 2010 8/9/2010 4:24:54 PM
The Blockkk is Hot Volume 1, Episode 1: Running from the Police
FADE IN
3 African American teenage males are being pulled over for a “routine” traffic stop. The on duty officers are white of course. The responding officer calls in for backup to even out the citizen to police officer ratio. 2 more police squad cars arrive on the scene. An officer from the 2nd squad car walks slowly to the left side, watching the back seat passenger. The 1st officer runs the vehicle’s license plate for warrants and or tickets. The initial police officer finally gets out of his car and walks over to the driver of the vehicle.
The 1st officer asks the driver for his driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance. The driver is extremely nervous but nonetheless he complies. The officer receives the information and walks back over to his squad car. The officer from the 3rd car walks over to the 1st officer’s car door. They both engage in conversation over what they are allowed to do with the “suspects”.
The three African American males observe their environment and notice the 2nd police officer watching over them. Suddenly a van carrying 6, including the driver, African American adult males armed with specialized weapons notices the scene. They pull over on
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the opposite side of the road several hundred feet away from the “traffic” stop.
They drop off 2 passengers, each armed with a high powered sniper rifle to “spot” them. The other 4 passengers viciously load, cock and aim their sub- machine guns towards the “innocent” police officers. The 2 snipers each aim at their respective officer’s head and fire. This leaves 2 of the 3 officers down and fatally injured.
The African American teenage male located in the backseat is the first to notice the 2nd officer as he falls to the ground. Blood is sprayed on the window and in his view. The 2nd officer is hit by the 2nd sniper and his accurate hollow point bullet. This scares the 1st officer shit-less because he is closest to the 2nd officer and is now the only one left alive. The van full of single purpose driven cop killers is now side by side the 1st squad car and the 3 armed passengers already have their door open. These same gunmen riddle the officer with one round of semi automatic bullets. The officer is not able to return fire quickly enough and thus never stood a chance.
While this is going on, the 3 African American teenage males are jumping in their seats. They then all duck down because they have no idea what is going on. They realize the police officers are under fire but they don’t know from who, why, and if they themselves are also targets.
They are obviously not because if they were, they too would be slumped in their vehicle as well. The 3 armed passengers leave their sub machine guns in the van, only take 1 silenced pistol and one 9mm with them as they exit the van.
The cop killers pull the 1st police officer’s dead corpse from “his” squad car and lay him on the 2nd officer in an assumed homosexual position as a joke. Each cop killer relocates into a squad car and prepares to drive off. Right at this moment another squad car is seen driving down the road at a calm pace. The new squad car slows down to investigate the interesting scene. The gunman in the bloodiest squad car cocks and aims both his pistols at the new squad car as a defensive tactic.
It is now revealed the driver of the investigating squad car is JARVIS, the 2nd in command of this “elite” and
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“exquisitely prepared operation”. JARVIS rolls down the window and smiles at his soldiers. He tells the soldiers to “keep up the outstanding progress” and drives off as he turns on the police car sirens and flashing lights.
The 1st gunman walks over to the teenager’s car and returns his driver license. He tells the driver he is free to go, his license is clean and hands him a brochure to attend a meeting based on what they just witnessed here. As the 3 gunmen drive off calmly in all different directions the camera freezes and the title credits roll. The “Tyga Tyga song La La La Boom” song plays as the credits play out.
Once the credits finish we cut to JARVIS meditating silently and alone in his bedroom closet. We observe him taking his 1st 5 deep inhalations and exhalations. We cut to JARVIS in his high school cafeteria in the 11th grade. JARVIS is sitting at a table filled with people chattering about him, about others, to him and to others. He is bored of this and gets up to throw away his empty food tray.
He tells his table he will meet them after school lets out as he heads to the library. JARVIS heads into the school library and gives the librarian his school identification. He observes a class sitting with their teacher at the middle of the library receiving a lecture of some sort. He walks over to the student computer area and takes a seat. He logs into his account and pulls up internet explorer 8. He googles afro centricity and is taken to www.thetalkingdrum.com.
The talking drum website is full of an abundance of detailed information regarding America’s race relations “policies”. He clicks on a tab titled “Cointelpro” identifying what Cointelpro really is. He reads on Cointelpro until the lunch bell rings 15minutes later.
He has 25 pages left and he prints out 5 pages on Cointelpro and exits the library after picking up his heaven sent information. He walks into his class and as he enters the room, the camera doesn’t follow him in. We cut back to JARVIS meditating in his closet. We see JARVIS taking 5 more breaths before we cut to him giving an arousing speech at a nearby youth center in a NYC neighborhood.
JARVIS
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WE SHALL NEVER AGAIN BE NEUTRALIZED...WE SHALL INSTEAD SHOOT UNTIL WE DIE!!!
We cut back to JARVIS meditating. JARVIS stands up, puts a shirt on and exits the closet. He has his loaded shotgun strapped around his back safely to avoid shooting himself. He sits at his study desk and draws out the final blueprints of his latest plans. On top his bookshelf, away from the other books are 2 books on police dispatching systems and 1 book on proper grenade usage and handling.
We cut to a group of armed soldiers exiting a black “cable company” van. 4 African American males pull ghostface masks over their faces, load their automatic rifles and with heavy determination enter a doomed police precinct. There are 4 men on the “bad side”: CARLOS, JOSE, ALEX and DANIEL. CARLOS is the commanding officer of this particular squad and enters the building with DANIEL by his side. They both waste no time in firing upon the innocent and ignorant police officers.
They really have little time to execute their plans due to the visibility of their artillery and their face masks. CARLOS shoots 3 cops in the face, neck and back, back to back to back. DANIEL takes out 2 more officers with his rifle while ALEX throws a smoke grenade over DANIEL’s shoulder. JOSE equips himself to ALEX’s right side and throws an armed war grenade into the hallway of the police station. Just as the upstairs officers head downstairs with their game face on, they are blown away “right on time”.
As the smoke fills up the room, all 4 assailants release heavy fire upon the hidden police officers even more. They hear more screams from the cops and are now unsure how many more they have killed. They all head outside of the police station through the front door. CARLOS radios the driver, JARVIS, to return and pick them up. As JARVIS pulls up, they all notice back up police officer squad cars stopping on the corner to “engage” them in battle.
Just then, JARVIS jumps out of the vehicle, mask on his face, grenade launcher in hand and aims steadily at the cop cars. He successfully blows them all up. The explosion knocks everyone except JARVIS to the ground. They all get up, get inside the van and drive off. JARVIS is happier at this outcome than one may expect or be able to stomach.
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We now cut to a black screen reading: “Chapter 1, Laying Plans”. Cut to JARVIS standing at the head of a table with a room full of warriors listening to his every word. He explains the process of war, “it is an art”.
We cut to JARVIS and CARLOS walking in front of a different police station with land mines in their hands. They kneel down together and each plant 5 mines in a line as a trap. They then both throw 3 smoke grenades and 2 war grenades into the police station. They both walk away calmly to the corner where ALEX is waiting in the van.
As they open the van door, the 4 grenades blow up and 2 dead officers are blasted into the empty street. As they close the van door they notice the smoke exiting the building and 5 officers run out of the building in fear and curiosity. All 5 of these oblivious officers activate a separate land mine and are effectively terminated in the blast. The van drives off away from the “unwarranted chaos”. JARVIS is still seen laughing uncontrollably or giggling like a giddy little school girl, whichever feels best. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS speaking to an African American militant sniper about an upcoming battle. 3 police cruisers responding to an “emergency call” park on the block. JARVIS asks the sniper, SUNNY, if he is ready and SUNNY responds in the affirmative. JARVIS walks down the stairs as he polishes his left oozy. He puts it in his left gun shoulder strap and then pulls out his right oozy. He tells himself “One at a time JARVIS, just one at a time. All things come to those who act as if and who believe in CHRIST.”
JARVIS walks through bushes taller than him quietly enough to position himself right next to an unsuspecting officer. The officer’s partner notices the oozy barrel sticking out of the bush and right when he opens his mouth; BOOM! The sniper’s 1st kill assisted JARVIS’ 1st kill. As the 1st officer investigates his partner’s body, JARVIS guns him down with the oozy. Since 2 officers have been gunned down, the remaining 4 officers call in for back up as they are engaged in heavy gunfire.
Now they realize it is a horrible set up by armed
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citizens. JARVIS shoots the windshield to pieces while SUNNY shoots down one more officer. This leaves 2 more and JARVIS precisely pitches an armed grenade into the squad car. SUNNY the sniper takes out the last squad car with a rocket launcher. (This is designed to make the audience laugh due to dramatic irony; neither JARVIS nor the cops know a rocket launcher has entered the equation). JARVIS is blown 5 feet away from the site. The scene freezes and cuts back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
We cut to JARVIS and ALEX driving in the by now so recognizable van, not to the police but to the audience. They park the car 50 yards away from a police officer occupied with giving someone a ticket. JARVIS exits the van, loads up his favorite pink sniper rifle, aims it at the officer’s head and positions himself.
Just in case the officer has a partner in the passenger side ALEX loads his sniper rifle, aims it where the passenger would exit the vehicle and alerts JARVIS of his readiness. JARVIS executes the cop and as the bullet exits the chamber, the camera zooms out, pans over to the cop’s perspective and the officer then falls to the ground. We cut back to JARVIS’ lesson plans.
JARVIS Always remember lack of planning brings about defeat.
We cut to a high school lecture given by a retiring police officer dated 2 weeks before the 1st attack on the police forces officially commenced. 20 students enter into their criminal justice 2nd period one after the other. As they position themselves into their seats, their teacher, Mr. BRADLEY, announces the day’s special guest. Officer O’Charley begins his lecture. A student, DESTIN, asks the officer a question about his utility belt. Officer O’Charley answers DESTIN’s question.
We cut to a masked gunman brandishing a double barreled shotgun. He is walking behind an unsuspecting police officer giving a traffic ticket on the side of the road. The criminal shoots the officer in the head and neck twice in rapid succession, as it should be. He then steals the officer’s car and drives off calmly.
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We cut back to Officer O’Charley’s school lesson. He is explaining the obvious usefulness of his handcuffs. We cut to 2 officers responding to an “emergency call” at a local residence. A white couple is arguing outside at each other with a bat and a machete in their hands. The police officers exit the car and immediately brandish their trusty firearms.
They ask the couple to put their weapons away and step over to the vehicle. 2 masked white men in all black clothing ambush the bitch ass police officers. The 1st white man, TJ, shoots the 1st cop in the neck with a tranq gun. As the next officer turns around to investigate and then shoot, the other white man DARWIN guts him like a fish with his freshly sharpened Katana.
TJ walks over to the “sleeping” officer and handcuffs him with his own handcuffs. DARWIN ties a black bag over his head, ties a rope around his neck extra tight and he and TJ lift the officers one by one back into their cars. TJ and DARWIN get in the squad car, drive it to the corner and park it sideways; blocking the road off partially. As they exit the car they each arm 2 grenades, leave them in the car and walk back down to the crime scene as the car explodes. The explosion serves as the transition to the next scene.
We see Officer O’Charley answering a question from student ADAM WAGNER concerning his upcoming retirement. Officer O’Charley informs ADAM of his gut feeling to leave the force. He feels something horrible is being plotted by “horrible” people. He then goes on to say he could just be “horribly wrong.” We cut to JARVIS, once again laying out the “business plans”. We cut to 5 police officers inside a police precinct discussing recent arrests. Their names are STEVEN, NICOLAS, JACK, WILLIAM TYRELL and TOMMY LEE.
STEVEN So I’m taking this guy in for disturbing the peace and being drunk in public right, and all of sudden he decides to puke all over my back seat. It was just so disgusting man, like seriously. How am I supposed to drive that car around town now? I kind of wished I had just left him be. TOMMY LEE Ah man STEVEN that’s nothing bro. I responded to a call about 3 months ago, epileptic seizure or something of that nature. Right as the paramedics arrive on the scene this lady starts puking in my arms. NICOLAS puts his arm around TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as he
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pokes fun at him, smile on his face
NICOLAS I didn’t even know people could vomit while under seizures. TOMMY LEE shifts his position so he and NICOLAS are having a heart to heart conversation. NICOLAS’ arm falls off of TOMMY LEE’s shoulder as a result.
TOMMY LEE I know right! That’s exactly what I’m saying. I know now though. But all in all though, I gave that nice lady some comfort in her time of need so it’s not a big deal at all. Now you on the other hand STEVEN...that shit’s just funny as fuck. At this moment the police station door opens and 5 ball- like items are slung violently in all directions inside the building. The officers are still trying to figure out what is happening when the items start fulfilling their purposes. One item is a homemade tear gas canister, another is a smoke grenade, one is a poison gas canister and two are live, war grenades designed to maim, kill and neutralize. The 5 officers along with the rest of the people inside the building begin to gag, choke, cough and suffocate before the grenade blows them up.
We cut back to JARVIS and his lesson plans.
JARVIS Ok so, Chapter 3: Attacking by stratagem; the easiest part. JARVIS pulls the sides of his sports jacket closer together symbolizing his inner confidence.
JARVIS So here are the rules: if our forces are 10 to our enemy’s 1, we surround him.
We cut to a white male in all blue and a gas mask walking up very quickly to a local police precinct. He pulls out 5 ball like items from his bag, drops the bag and opens the police station double doors. He launches all 4 weapons into the police station, closes the door, picks up his bag and makes a dash for the corner. A black cable van arrives to pick him up. He enters the vehicle and they drive off as the explosions occur. We cut to a police officer walking out of a coffee shop with a brew in his hand. We see a white man in all black with a Halloween mask on smashing the cop’s squad car up with a spiked baseball bat. The cop, outraged, brandishes his pistol after dropping his coffee on the ground.
OFFICER DALY
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Freeze bitch! Hands up now! What the fuck do you think you’re doing man? What’s wrong with you man? Are you insane? ZACHARY JUKEL I didn’t do it...I fucking swear. It was a black dude. ZACK puts his hands up after dropping the bat. 10 machine gun brandishing African American militants appear from around the corner and gun down OFFICER DALY with immense ease.
ZACK What took you all so long man? I was almost dead! CORNELIUS He wasn’t going to kill you JUKEL man, you white. ZACK Yea, bet. CORNELIUS Let’s lift this sack of shit up and place his ass on top of his squad car, since he cares ‘bout it so much. Both ZACK and CORNELIUS lift up the dead officer on top of his cruiser. ZACK pours gasoline all over his body and inside the car. CORNELIUS strikes a match and throws it inside the car and the big group disperses before the flames attract more officers and firemen.
CORNELIUS Ok, this motherfucker’s toast, let’s skedaddle. We cut back to JARVIS explaining the plans. We cut to an interracial teenage couple sitting on a couch listening to music playing from a white laptop.
CARTER How was economics today SASHA? SASHA Oh it was just grand (very enthusiastically) Mr. Woods is just so freaking entertaining man. He was telling us of a story about a student he had on the 1st day of school a few years ago. He was an Asian student drinking water out a tall, plastic bottle. Mr. Woods kept noticing the student laughing and blurting out random nonsense right? CARTER Um hum, keep going. SASHA So Mr. Woods walks over to the student’s desk, picks up the bottle, opens it and smells it. He then figured out it was some sort of hard liquor and had to suspend the student. So his moral was water only, but he had to be allowed to smell it first. It was much funnier coming straight from him. I mean, his facial expressions are priceless man. CARTER Yea, that was pretty entertaining. You do a great job SASHA. You really do. SASHA leans in to kiss CARTER on the lips. She puts her hand on his cheek and keeps it there longer than
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necessary which shows how much she does adore him.
SASHA Ok, now your turn boo, tell me a funny story taking place in high school pls.
CARTER looks up and to the right, gathers the appropriate memory and begins.
CARTER Ok, I have one. CARTER sits up straight to better illustrate his short tale.
CARTER My junior year at Salem, there was this new girl from Upstate New York. Her name was BELINDA SOSA. People called her BELLA. Boy was she beautiful, but nevertheless, we never ever spoke. So one day I’m talking to DIAMOND, a good friend of mine, after school and she gives me BELLA’s phone number. This was when I had a boost mobile cell phone and BELLA also had a Nextel. So that allowed us to chirp each other. You know about chirping right? SASHA You mean the walkie talkie feature right? CARTER Yes, exactly. So anyway right, later on that night I decide to engage in premature acts known commonly as prank calling. She has no idea who I am so I chirp her every morning as I walk to the bus stop right. Next thing you know her popular boy friend, TREY NEWTON, chirped me back and said he was hell bent on whooping my ass.
SASHA leans in closer to CARTER’s chin, looks up at him with a smile on her face and asks him
SASHA So were you in the least bit afraid? CARTER Oh yes, he was so popular, I was like ‘maybe I should stop soon.’ SASHA So did you stop then? CARTER Hell to the fuck Nah. Both SASHA and CARTER share a hearty laugh together. CARTER One day she chirps me and uses my full name, CARTER SIMMONS. SASHA’s eyes widen up in complete surprise and suspense. CARTER I was like, what in the hell? I was so scared man, like how’d she get my whole government name? Turns out when I chirped her, my information was also sent to her. By then it was a little too late but I still decided to change my information for future reference purposes. CARTER So a few days later I’m in the lunchroom, standing in a long line waiting to buy a lunch. All of a sudden, bleep bleep, my phone starts going off. Somebody was chirping me. The 1st thing
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popping in my mind was ‘hell nah, this girl trying to find me. She’s trying to jam a nigga up man.’ She almost had me too. I figured she was also in the lunchroom somewhere so I secretly pull my phone out and turn that bitch off. Maybe I wasn’t slick enough and she had somebody looking out for me and they saw me. So after school as I’m walking down the stairs to my bus I turn my phone back on and chirp her. We made jokes about how she almost caught me. She called me a punk for being afraid of her boyfriend. SASHA So where’s the climax and resolution? I wanna finish nibbling on your ears and once it’s out of my system, you can return the favor. Only if that’s cool with you though. CARTER So here’s the end; I’m in literature class sitting at a table full of women, as it should be. All of a sudden TIFFANY GREEN walks over to me and asks me; ‘are you CARTER SIMMONS?’ and I’m like Noooo. She then says ‘yes you are man!’ then I say ‘yes I am but why.’ She just says ‘oh no reason.’ I pretty much figured out what was going on because I recognized TIFFANY as part of BELLA’s clique. So a few days later I’m posted up eating lunch away from the cafeteria and all of a sudden BOOM! Both TIFFANY and BELLA walk up to me and it so shocked me SASHA. I promise SASHA, I didn’t faint but it was intense. BELLA’s just there smiling all in my face like we’re friends and everything. At that point, the chirp fest was over, my game was up. She had figured me out with the help of a friend. Had TIFFANY never been in my lit. class it probably could’ve gone on much longer too. So before she walked away I screamed out ‘BELLA’, she turns around and I continued ‘did you think I was going to hurt you?’ She shook her head no and called me a pussy. We never spoke after this but if she did see me, I’m sure she laughed to herself. Ok so story over SASHA, my ear’s ready.
SASHA laughs and continues to nibble on CARTER’s ear.
We cut to JARVIS laying plans.
JARVIS If we know our enemy and know ourselves, we don’t have to fear the result of a hundred battles. If we know ourselves but not our enemy, for every victory gained we will also suffer a defeat. And if we know neither the enemy nor ourselves, we will succumb in every single ...motherfucking battle. And that is just not acceptable.
We cut to a dark room. We only hear muffled voices. The sliding door opens up and the light is turned on. We see 10 officer’s arms tied to the ceiling. They are all standing on top of folding chairs and are gagged and blindfolded. 5 masked figures brandishing Katana swords close the door back and begin attacking the police officers. The 1st militant begins yelling “AW!” out loud while aiming his Katana at a cop’s belly. He goes into a complete rage, kicking the chair from underneath several officers and gutting the officers like helpless fish. They are extremely helpless at this point. They can’t even see what is coming their way. The remaining 4 militants decide to shoot the
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officers in their heads instead of dooming them to the fate their crazed comrade has in store for them. The psycho militant’s name is DARIUS.
DARIUS Ok, I’m hungry, who’s up for dinner? SAMMIE I don’t see myself eating until at least 24 hrs. EDDIE Yea, I think I’m going to be sick. DARIUS Enchiladas it is then!
Cut back to JARVIS laying plans. We cut to CHARLEY, a 19 year old college student sitting at his dining room table. He is eating lunch before work and SAM PAGE, his mother’s boyfriend, enters the apartment. They begin talking about how PAGE is suspended from work for 3 days because some one snitched on him. Someone at his job has also been taking the caps off of his rims and he suspects the snitch to be in on it as well.
PAGE heads into the master bedroom to shower up and change. CHARLEY looks up as the door closes, smirks to himself and continues to eat his blueberry waffles. We cut back to JARVIS and his dictation.
JARVIS Ok groupies, chapter 5, energy. Controlling a large force uses the same exact principles as controlling a few men; it is merely a question of dividing up their numbers. Fighting with a large army under your command is no different than fighting with a small one. Direct or indirect maneuvers can make sure your host withstands the brunt of the enemy’s attack while remaining unshaken. The direct method in all fighting may be used for joining battle but indirect method will be needed in order to secure victory. Properly applied indirect tactics are as inexhaustible as heaven and earth. They are as unending as the flow of rivers and streams and like the Sun and Moon they end, only to begin anew. Like the four seasons, they pass away only to return again once more. There are not more than 5 musical notes yet the combination of these 5 give rise to more melodies than can ever be heard. There are not more than 5 base colors; blue, yellow, red, white and black yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever be seen. There are not more than 5 cardinal tastes; sour, acrid, salt, sweet and bitter yet their combinations yield more flavors than can ever be tasted. TRAVIS Now you gotta nigga wanting to listen to music, paint some scenery and eat some dinner. JARVIS TRAVIE Shut Cho ass UP! Anyway nigga, there are not more than 2 attack methods in battle; the direct and the indirect. Yet these 2 combined give rise to an endless series of maneuvers.
We cut to CHARLEY at his job, a local supermarket where he is
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the resident superstar. His manager Mr. PINSON introduces him to a new employee, JAFAR TATMAN. CHARLEY walks JAFAR around the job and shows him the work areas. An older African American male asks JAFAR to help him pick out a prime watermelon for his mother. JAFAR calls over CHARLEY to help them out. The older man begins to berate and insult CHARLEY for no apparent reason. He tells CHARLEY he could learn from JAFAR and JAFAR tells the customer it is CHARLEY’s 1st day. JAFAR’s a fucking asshole basically. JAFAR and CHARLEY walk away laughing together about the incident. JAFAR tells CHARLEY “not to offend anymore innocent customers!”
We cut back to JARVIS and chapter 6 of his lesson plans. We cut to TEL AVIV, a Swedish visitor to the United States for a year on vacation. She is babysitting 3 young children as part of her agreement to stay at their parent’s house. They are driving in a car and TEL AVIV pulls into a pizza restaurant.

Hi there,
I’m currently 5+3 after a loss in September of last year and just terrified all the time honestly. I’ve been spotting very light pink/brown for almost 5 days now, and i am just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s always worse in the first half of the day and then goes away by evening. It’s like a super weird watery, yellowish pinkish brownish color that just gets barely on my underwear and when I wipe. It’s light, but consistent enough at this point to freak me out.
I had an OB apt yesterday with an US and we saw the GS in the right spot measuring right on track at 5+2 and the yolk sac. OB wasn’t concerned in the slightest about the spotting, but no cause for it was found. She said it’s very common and to try to relax. But of course I can’t lol. Boobs are so sore and the nausea is ramping up. I really would be feeling so optimistic if it wasn’t for the spotting 😔Anyone have positive experiences or information?

March 30 Episode of Dynamite: The Dawn Is Coming- This plays after the Bunny vs Toni Storm match is over, signaling that the Dawn is Coming.
April 6 Episode of Dynamite: Every Angel Is Terrifying- Blue lights go off as this music and this animation plays on the screen after the Hikaru Shida vs Julia Hart match.
April 13 Episode of Dynamite: The Heartless One Debuts- After MJF finishes his interview, the lights go out and blue lights lead the way on one of the entrance ways. They turn red when Heartless by The Weeknd plays. The camera zooms in to Victor Armstrong putting sunglasses on before dancing to the beat. He dances to the ring with red and blue lights filling the arena. Once he raises his hands, the lights stay red. "Dynamite. The home of sports entertainment and professional wrestling. Only the elite are here. And yes, that means me. You might be wondering why I'm here. Well I'll tell you why. One word, seven letters. F-R-E-E-D-O-M. Freedom. I can do whatever the hell I want here. I can make an open challenge to any damn person in that locker room tonight. But I'm not here for that. I want more. I am joining the Owen Hart Tournament. If Tony Khan wants to step in this ring and say that I have to prove myself, I will. Trust me." Tony Khan comes out and says that he's going to need to defeat someone for it. "Deal. I'll be waiting." He puts his sunglasses back on and sits on the top turnbuckle. Billy Gunn comes out and the match happens. Armstrong wins and is at the bottom of the tournament.
Singles: 1-0 Tag Team: 0-0 Trios: 0-0
Being The Elite 303: Join The Dark Order- Armstrong walks with headphones listening to The Weeknd. Alex Reynolds and John Silver catch up to him and compliment his red blazer. They then ask him to join the Dark Order. Victor takes his sunglasses and puts them on and smiles. He says yes. They are shocked, but glad. They lead him to their part of the arena and the rest cheer for him. They all shake his hand, one by one. Colt Cabana says that he knew a tailor, and had her make a new blazer for him. It's a red one with a zoomed Dark Order logo on the back. He puts it on and immediately loves it. He lets Colt keep the old one. Armstrong makes an ultimatum, He can join the Dark Order if he's the coach. They agree and the role is fulfilled.
April 19 Episode of Dark: The First Match- Victor Armstrong makes his first entrance as a member of The Dark Order as a coach. He's with competitors Evil Uno and Stu Grayson, Alan Angels, Preston Vance, Alex Reynolds, and John Silver.
April 20 Episode of Dynamite: Breaking The News- Victor Armstrong catches the AEW crowd up and tells them that he is the official coach of The Dark Order. He wants a match for the next Rampage. Serpentico comes on screen and asks for the match. Armstrong says, "Who is that?" and this makes Serpentico mad and says that he wiill make Victor remember.
April 22 Episode of Rampage: Who Are U?- Victor Armstrong takes on Serpentico. In an even 8 minute match, Armstrong hits the GTH and the Spear for the win. He shakes Serpentico's hand in respect. He also makes an open challenge to any man and woman to face him and Anna Jay at Dark.
Singles: 2-0 Tag Team: 0-0 Trios: 0-0
Being The Elite 304: Thinking About The Forbidden Door- The Dark Order talks about the opponents they want to face at Forbidden Door. Armstrong makes the list of Yujiro Takahashi, Evil, Hirooki Goto, Tetsuya Naito, Juice Robinson, or Zack Sabre Jr.
April 25 Episode of Elevation: Doing Coaching Things- Armstrong accompanies The Dark Order in 3 matches: Evil Uno, Stu Grayson, Alex Reynolds, Alan Angels, and Preston Vance for one; John Silver for the next one; and Anna Jay for the final one. The Dark Order all won their respective matches.
April 26 Episode of Dark: Mixed Match: Armstrong and Jay get their challenge answered by Brian Pillman and Julia Hart. After 5 minutes, the Dark Order win the match. Griff Garrison comes out and attacks Armstrong with a steel chair before running away.
Singles: 2-0 Tag Team: 1-0 Trios: 0-0
May 4 Episode of Dynamite: Corrupt?- The Varsity Blonds make a promo challenging either the Dark Order or House of Black. House of Black come in and attack the Blonds before going after Julia Hart. Armstrong and the Dark Order help Hart out. Armstrong extends his hand to her and she accepts it. They hold her up and leave in the crowd.
Being The Elite 306: And Scene- The Dark Order talk about Harry Potter and Silver's match with CM Punk. Armstrong ends the segment with... and scene.
May 9 Episode of Dark: Coaching Duties- Victor Armstrong accompanies John Silver to his match with Tony Deppen.
May 10 Episode of Elevation: More Coaching Duties- Armstrong, Silver, Reynolds, and Angels are on the side of Evil Uno and 10 for their match. They win and Armstrong makes the challenge to Buddy Matthews at Dynamite.
May 11 Episode of Dynamite: The Secret Becomes Gossip- Armstrong, accompanied by Anna Jay, John Silver, and Alex Reynolds, faces Buddy Matthews. A clean mix of brawling and fighting, Matthews couldn't keep up with Victor's Muhammed Ali-like quickness. A spear ends the competitive match. Victor Armstrong is now 4-0 in AEW.
Singles: 3-0 Tag Team: 1-0 Trios: 0-0
May 18 Episode of Dynamite: Owen First Round- Armstrong faces Rey Fenix. Fenix's high-flying skills were no match for the reflexes of the Heartless One. Victor countered a moonsault into a vicious spear to win and advance to the semi-finals to face Samoa Joe.
Singles: 4-0 Tag Team: 1-0 Trios: 0-0
May 25 Episode of Dynamite: Owen Semi-Finals- Armstrong faces Samoa Joe. A hard-hitting battle has the floor literally shaking. Victor mainly aims for Joe's legs. The match ends with Joe locking in the Coquina Clutch, and Victor gasping for air. He picks Joe up and hits a stunner. Two GTHs and a spear ends the 20 minute match. Armstrong is now 6-0 in AEW.
Singles: 5-0 Tag Team: 1-0 Trios: 0-0
Double Or Nothing 2022: Owen Finals- The long-awaited showdown between Victor Armstrong and Adam Cole happens. The match was real competitive. Cole goes for a Panama Sunrise, but Victor lands on top of him. He hits a GTH and a spear to win the championship belt and trophy with Cole's partner, Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D.
Singles: 6-0 Tag Team: 1-0 Trios: 0-0
June 1 Episode of Dynamite: Staredown With His Goddess- Armstrong appears on stage to help his wife Athena, Anna Jay, and Kris Statlander even the odds against Jade Cargill, Kiera Hogan, Red Velvet, and Stokely Hathaway.
June 3 Episode of Dynamite: The Second House Guest- Armstrong has a match against Brody King. It is a very hard contest Armstrong wins after 10 minutes and a GTH and a spear.
Singles: 7-0 Tag Team: 1-0 Trios: 0-0
June 15 Episode of Dynamite: Road Rager- In an unlikey pairing, Malakai Black and Victor Armstrong are forced to team up together in a tag ladder match for the AEW World Tag Team Championships against Jurassic Express. The team actually win the titles, allowing Armstrong to become a double champ, both with Black and his wife Athena.
Singles: 7-0 Tag Team: 2-0 Trios: 0-0
June 23 Episode of Dynamite: The Fate Of Me is Set- Victor Armstrong sets up a match between Anna Jay and Julia Hart. If Jay wins, Malakai will break up the House Of Black. If Hart wins, Victor will join the House.
AEW x NJPW: Forbidden Door: The Fate Of Me- In the Buy-In, Julia beats Anna Jay clean. That means that Victor comes out to Heartless one last time. After their title defense against Roppongi Vice, Buddy Matthews and Brody King come out with Julia. They hold him down and take his red jacket. Julia hugs him. Armstrong has tears in his eyes because he is doing all of this for her. Black then hits him with the Black Mass as initiation.
Singles: 7-0 Tag Team: 3-0 Trios: 0-0
June 29 Episode of Dynamite: Blood And Guts- Armstrong competes in his first match as a member of House of Black. He is in a cloak and a Black Panther-type mask. He quickly defeats Ethan Page due to a GTH. He is now 11-0 in competition, 8-0 in singles matches. Swerve Strickland and Keith Lee come out to challenge the two to a match at Fyter Fest. It is later made as a triple threat match against Starks and Hobbs.
Singles: 8-0 Tag Team: 3-0 Trios: 0-0
July 13 Episode of Dynamite: Fyter Fest- In a shocking turn of events, Victor Armstrong suffers his first loss in AEW history, but did not get pinned by Lee.
Singles: 8-0 Tag Team: 3-1 Trios: 0-0
July 15 Episode of Rampage: Dark Order- Victor Armstrong finally faces people he mentored for a short time in Silver and Reynolds. House of Black obliterates Silver to end the match. Darby Allin and Victor Armstrong brawl as Malakai Black and Sting stare each other down.
Singles: 8-0 Tag Team: 4-1 Trios: 0-0
July 27 Episode of Dynamite: Fight For The Fallen- As Malakai and Victor are taking interviews, Armstrong wants Darby in a Coffin Match.
August 10 Episode of Dynamite: Coffin- The Coffin Match happens between the two. At one point, Allin is trying to climb a ladder before Armstrong gets up. He grabs Darby's arm and yanks it, causing his head to bash on the ladder and for him to fall on a barbed wire net. Armstrong tries to slam Darby through the ladder, but he ends up getting powerbombed through the ladder. Darby ends up choking Armstrong with a chain, leading to him falling in the coffin. This is Armstrong's first singles loss in AEW.
Singles: 8-1 Tag Team: 4-1 Trios: 0-0
August 26 Episode of Rampage: AEW Trios Tournament- Armstrong joins Buddy Matthews and Malakai Black to go against The Dark Order. This time Dark Order wins.
Singles: 8-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-0
All Out 2022: Breaking Away- As Sting, Darby Allin, and Miro defeat House of Black, Armstrong gives his cloak to Julia Hart, shrugs, and gets his sunglasses.
Singles: 8-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
September 14 Episode of Dynamite: The Heartless One Returns- Lights go out and The Weeknd starts playing. The red blazer wearing, sunglasses rocking sensation is back. Victor Armstrong states that he finally broke away from the House of Black and he's ready to take control for himself. He's done with the Dark Order and he wants a match tonight. Jay Lethal answers but Victor wins after 10 minutes with his devastating spear.
Singles: 9-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
September 23 Episode of Rampage: Grand Slam- Victor Armstrong is facing Sammy Guevara. After Tay grabbed Victor’s shoe, Sammy rocked Armstrong with a knee strike. Sammy hit the double jump cutter for a near fall! Armstrong rallied back with a lariat to Sammy. Armstrong used the GTH on Sammy. Armstrong nailed Sammy with the Heartless DDT and then a second Heartless DDT! Armstrong used a third Heartless DDT! He rocks Sammy with a Spear for the win as he winks at Tay!
Singles: 10-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
September 26 Episode of Dark Elevation- The Challenge is Made: Victor Armstrong appears behind the commentators asking for Paul Wight. He's not there, but Armstrong goes in the ring with a microphone letting Paul Wight know that he wants him as soon as possible.
October 5 Episode of Dynamite- 3rd Anniversary: Victor comes out with a balloon before he pops it to go in his match with Hangman Adam Page. Armstrong used a Heartless DDT for a near fall on Page. Page tried to retaliate with the Buckshot Lariat but Victor caught him with a Spear for the pinfall! Paul Wight showed up to shake his hand, but Victor sets the challenge for him: a match next week, which Wight accepts.
Singles: 11-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
October 12 Episode of Dynamite- Sammy jumps in: Just before the match between Armstrong and Wight happens, Sammy Guevara comes out and attacks Armstrong. After the attack, Guevara challenges Victor to a match on next week's Rampage.
October 21 Episode of Rampage- That Son of a Bitch: Guevara stomped Armstrong while they were in the corner and then hit Armstrong with a massive chop. Armstrong fought back with body punches. Armstrong followed up with a Heartless DDT. Guevara rolled up Armstrong for a near fall. Armstrong wasted no time and made Guevara pay after hitting him with a GTH for the win! After the match Paul Wight comes and wraps his hand around Armstrong's neck, wants him at Full Gear, and lets go.
Singles: 12-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
October 24 Episode of Dark- Bring Me Paul!: Armstrong brutalizes Paul Wight at the commentary desk with a kendo stick. He hits him until Wight starts bleeding. This 'distraction' causes The Wingmen the match against the Blackpool Combat Club.
October 27 Episode of Dark Elevation- Side Quests: Armstrong just had a match against Brandon Cutler. A spear out of Cutler's shoes ends this 2 minute match. A true free win.
Singles: 13-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
November 2 Episode of Dynamite- Face to Face: Victor Armstrong and Paul Wight come face to face. The main arguments are that at Full Gear, the match will finally happen. This is a match that Victor wanted to have since he first started wrestling. Paul Wight will make sure he wishes he never wanted that match. As Victor leaves the ring, he purposefully bumps into Wight, making him even more upset. Armstrong announces that he would love for Wight to commentate his next match on Rampage next week.
November 12 Episode of Rampage- A Front Row Seat: Victor Armstrong faces Lee Johnson with Paul Wight on commentary. A nice match goes on for around 9 minutes with Armstrong doing a Michael Jackson Sweep the Chin taunt at Paul Wight. Armstrong planted Lee with a Heartless DDT! Johnson ducked the Spear and rocked Victor with a thrust kick! Victor hit the GTH out of nowhere and pinned Big Shotty! Cole Karter tried to hit Victor from behind but Armstrong clocked him with the Spear!
Singles: 14-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
Full Gear 2022: It Happens- It's Victor Armstrong vs Paul Wight! After both men trying to suplex the other, Armstrong gets out of it and tries to pick up Wight for a GTH. His legs give out and he needs medical attention. With Wight distracted by Officials tending to Victor, Victor Armstrong runs behind him and hits that GTH. Once Wight gets back up, Armstrong hits the Spear for a 11-minute win.
Singles: 15-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
November 30 Episode of Dynamite: A Wrestling Match- Victor Armstrong faces off against Dax Harwood. Armstrong went for the GTH but Harwood intercepted. Dax attempted the slingshot powerbomb but Armstrong escaped by countering with a hurracanrana. Armstrong blasted Dax with punches to the gut. Dax countered Victor’s Spear with a slingshot Liger Bomb! After countering one another’s cradle pin attempts, Armstrong hit the Heartless DDT on Dax for the win!
Singles: 16-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
December 7 Episode of Dynamite: Making It Known- Victor talks to the fans. He says now that he's beaten Paul Wight, he's learned a lesson: in wrestling, you don't have to ask for a match, you can just take it. And he might take that match next year, next week, Friday, or tonight!
Being The Elite 326: Get Your Dues- Victor Armstrong finds Rush at a parking lot. He pushes him and lets him know that even though he's not with the Dark Order, if you mess with them, you mess with him. Rush tells him that Preston Vance betrayed him because he grew up. His leader to him would have been someone like Rush, not a ten-year-old. If Armstrong wants to do something about it, he'll face him at Rampage. Armstrong will make sure that Rush gets his dues.
December 16 Episode of Rampage: A Little Out of Hand- Armstrong faces Rush. Outside the ring, Rush connected with leaping knee strike. Rush climbed to the top rope and drove himself through Armstrong, crashing through the time keeper’s table! Rush used a crossbody off the top rope but Armstrong rolled through. Victor spiked Rush with a Heartless DDT. Armstrong turned Rush inside out with the Spear for the win! Preston Vance charged to the ring and began to brawl with Victor Armstrong. Vance went for the Lariat but Victor moved and Preston hit a security guard with the move! A team of AEW Security had to separate both men!
Singles: 17-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
December 23 Episode of Rampage: Intervening- Victor runs down the ring and eliminates Rush from the $300,000 Three Kings Christmas Casino Trios Royale, in support of Evil Uno, John Silver, and Alex Reynolds.
December 28 Episode of Dynamite: All Ego and No Eating- Victor goes against Ethan Page. Armstrong countered a slam by Page with a DDT. Victor Armstrong applied a cross face but Ethan Page managed to touch the bottom rope with his boot, forcing the ref to break the hold. Ethan Page had Victor on the top turnbuckle but Victor countered with hammer elbows. Page trapped Armstrong’s arm, propped him over his shoulder, and smashed him with an avalanche powerslam for a near fall! Playing possum so Page couldn't pick him up, Armstrong hits the GTH and a Spear for the win!
Singles: 18-1 Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
January 6 Episode of Rampage: Settling This Score- Armstrong faces Preston Vance. Armstrong was about to go for the Coffin Drop on Vance when Rush jumped into the ring to act as a human shield. As the ref forced Rush out of the ring, Preston shoved Armstrong off the top rope, sending him crashing onto the mat. Vance then locked a chokehold, which Armstrong countered into a GTH and a Spear for the win!
Singles: 19-1 (1-0 in 2023) Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
January 11 Episode of Dynamite: First Williams vs Ambrose, Now Armstrong vs Moxley!- A blast from the past, Victor Armstrong goes against former partner Jon Moxley. Moxley spiked Armstrong with a piledriver but Victor kicked out at the one-count! Moxley tried a round kick but Armstrong caught it and then rocked Mox with the Heartless DDT! Moxley got up and curb stomped Victor! Victor came up with a clothesline off the mat at Moxley. They traded palm strikes! Armstrong landed a lariat and then the After Hours Spear for the pin over Moxley!
Singles: 20-1 (2-0 in 2023) Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
January 18 Episode of Dynamite: Going Off- Renee Paquette interviews Victor Armstrong about his match against Jon Moxley. Armstrong says the following: "I felt great relief defeating Jon Moxley to get my 20th win here in AEW. He knows me inside out and I know him inside out, so there was no question that the match would've been crazy. The last time that I fought the individual behind Jon Moxley was when he was a goofier motherfucker. He was hoisting hot dog carts and unloading all over authority figures. Well now he's hoisting your baby girl and unloading all over you. But when you look at what he is now, he sure is a tougher son of a bitch. You of all people should know that. However, you need to remember this: the more things change, the more they stay the same. Even me, I'm wearing a red $3000 jacket and sunglasses looking like a bootleg Halloween version of The Weeknd. I even fucking come out to The Weeknd, and the crowd loves it! They sing the chorus, they sing the whole song. I feel like fucking Chris Jericho, only I'm younger and and I'm better than a bloated 52 year old rock star who is trying his hardest to stay relevant after his prime 13 years ago by creating a group of six monkey bitches and one excellent person who is a friend of mine, but two of said monkey bitches think that they're the greatest couple in wrestling history just because they're bad guys. They're not. That's me and my wife. Renee, you have interviewed a bunch of wrestlers on your podcast, Oral Sessions, and you've also been interviewed by Jon Moxley on Anal Sessions. But you have never been in the presence of a more diligent, vigilant, meticulous, sagacious, conscientious, analytical, methodical individual than me. Thank you for your time."
January 20 Episode of Rampage: Is Payback Coming Tonight?- Victor Armstrong faces a member of the Jericho Appreciation Society in Daniel Garcia. Victor used a Heartless DDT-Suplex combination. Armstrong wiped out Garcia with a back elbow to the floor. Armstrong followed up with a suicide elbow for a near fall. Garcia and Armstrong exchanged kicks and then Victor sat out with a neck breaker for a two-count on Garcia! Garcia sat out with a pump handle for a near fall on Armstrong. Garcia was looking for the Dragon Tamer but Victor cradled him for a near fall. Armstrong connected with a Pele kick off the top rope and then an After Hours Spear for the pin on Garcia! After that, Victor grabbed a mic and ran into the crowd. "Daniel Garcia, it is now time for you to take out your metro card and get aboard the L Train! Put your motherfuckin' head down you goddamn bum! Record got me feeling like The damn Undertaker!"
Singles: 21-1 (3-0 in 2023) Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
January 25 Episode of Dynamite: A Fucking Challenge- Jon Moxley storms down the ring to express his frustrations toward Victor Armstrong's comments on Renee's show. Vic has gone too far and he's gonna die if he gets in this ring again! The Jericho Appreciation Society wants their hands on Victor first, but Victor comes out and challenges both Mox and Jericho to a triple threat match at Revolution!
February 8 Episode of Dynamite: Armstrong vs Garcia- Jericho distracted Armstrong until Garcia attacked Armstrong from behind! Armstrong tried for a spear but Daniel Garcia countered with a body lock front guillotine. Armstrong fired back with a GTH and a Spear for the three! Chris Jericho comes from behind and hits Armstrong with a Judas Effect! Jon Moxley comes out and fights all JAS members until they retreat. He then hits Victor Armstrong with a Paradigm Shift!
Singles: 22-1 (4-0 in 2023) Tag Team: 4-2 Trios: 0-1
February 15 Episode of Dynamite: Texas Tornado- There is a brief reunion between Victor Armstrong and Jon Moxley as they face Rush and Preston Vance. Moxley rocked Rush with a cutter! Armstrong took Rush off his feet with a massive clothesline. Jose the Assistant cracked Armstrong with a steel chair. Wheeler Yuta ran down and battered Jose up the ramp with forearms. Victor speared Rush but Vance broke up the pin at the last possible moment. Rush chopped at Victor while Armstrong returned fire with punches. Mox used the chain on Vance and made him submit with a choke while Rush was occupied. Victor then returned the favor from last week with a Spear!
Singles: 22-1 (4-0 in 2023) Tag Team: 5-2 (1-0 in 2023) Trios: 0-1
March 1 Episode of Dynamite: Sitting At The Stage- After Chris Jericho defeats Peter Avalon, Victor Armstrong comes out and attacks all members of JAS with a Kendo Stick! He sets a chair on the stage and sits down. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am the diligent, vigilant, meticulous, sagacious, conscientious, analytical, methodical individual, THE Victor Armstrong! And I am the winner of the epic triple threat match between Jon Moxley and the bloated old man I just knocked out, Chris Jericho. What I just did is prove that the Jericho Appreciation Society is a weak pair of assholes who feel like they run the show when The Heartless One is right here. Now I don't get in the ring every week. But when I do, I show up and I show out! If you don't believe me, I have held the true biggest prize in Professional Wrestling history for damn near a whole year. All while people thought that it was a terrible thing that someone so unknown could hold such a belt for so long. I proved the critics wrong, and I will prove both Bitch Jericho and Gone Moxley on March 5 at Revolution by making them take out their metro cards and get aboard the motherfuckin' L Train! Thank you for your time, I'll see you tomorrow!"
March 2 Episode of Ring of Honor TV: Hello, ROH!- After Athena talks with Willow Nightingale, Victor Armstrong's picture comes on screen with these words sentence by sentence: "Hello Ring of Honor! I am the diligent, vigilant, meticulous, sagacious, conscientious, analytical, methodical individual, THE Victor Armstrong! And I am finally here. I'll be honest, if ROH didn't go out of business, this would be the company I signed with. I would be ROH Champion by now. But it's always better to be late than never. I can't be with you right now, but I will be after Revolution on Sunday. Will I be beaten up? Of course. Will I win? Of course. And before you know it, I'll compete in Ring of Honor. And I already have my opponent in sight... Dalton Castle! This was a dream match for me ever since 2017. Don't be a bitch, Dalton. Thank you for your time."
Revolution 2023: A Triple Threat Dream Match- Victor faces Chris Jericho and Jon Moxley in a triple threat match. With all three men bloodied, the match is hitting a boiling point. It ends with Jericho hitting the Judas Effect on Moxley and going for one on Armstrong. When he does, Victor is able to pick him up and hit him with the GTH for the three count. "Chris Jericho, it's time for you and Mox to take out your metro cards, and get aboard... the L Train!"
Singles: 23-1 (5-0 in 2023) Tag Team: 5-2 (1-0 in 2023) Trios: 0-1

Hi. My name’s Dylan. In 2015, I worked a night shift at a gas station outside my city. I was in a really bad state of mind for the entirety of 2013 and 2014 since my younger sister committed suicide at the beginning of 2013. At the time, I was 22 and I got really depressed. I started drinking to ease the pain and smoking to calm myself down. I dropped out of college and ruined my life. I distanced myself from my friends. I started to live with my parents and didn’t really try to find a job. I just spent my days sitting in front of the TV or walking around the forest. My parents were amazing people and did whatever they could to help me. They suggested me and paid for my group therapy which actually helped me a lot. Through 2013 and 2014, my state of mind started to get better and I even found some new friends. Even though I never re-emerged as I was before my sister’s passing, I was getting better.
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Since I was getting better, my therapist suggested that I get a job. He told me that it could be a distraction but that I shouldn’t stop coming to the sessions since everyone in the group built strong bonds with each other. The sessions usually took place at 8 PM. Because of that and the fact that I’m a night person, taking a night shift just made more sense. Half of the group was just like me when it came to this meaning that I also had someone to hang out with and talk to. My best friend, May, worked from home as a writer. We usually went to get some coffee after the sessions but before I started with work. I started at 10 PM and sitting down in a diner on the outskirts of the city before work was amazing. Sometimes, others joined us, but about 5 out of 6 times, it was just the two of us.
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Our conversations were mostly dull from my side. I’d start with stuff about the job or how things are at home. May would then talk about her day, or more accurately, night, and about some celebrities or something. I wasn’t really into that but if she could listen about my job, I could listen about her celebrities. The fun part of our conversations came when she started to talk about her books. She'd tell me about the stories and characters she wrote about. Asking me for opinions and advice was our favorite part of our conversations. We’d talk about the characters and I usually gave her some advice because of which she sometimes changed the complete story thinking that my idea was better. She sometimes called me ‘the real writer’ or ‘the ghost writer’ even though my ideas and pieces of advice were only the smallest parts of her stories.
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Our conversations were lifesavers and they clearly made us get better mentally. That’s why I was dumbfounded when on the 14th of April, 2015, at 8 AM, I got a message from May’s sister. May had committed suicide by hanging herself and left a letter exclusively to me. Her parents took it as a sign that she committed suicide because of me while her sister understood that I would never harm May or make her do that to herself. After all, my sister did the same thing and it left me basically dead for 2 years. May’s sister brought me the letter and I thanked her. After that, we decided to never see each other again since we would remind each other of May. It would be just too much to go through.
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I was too tired and was not in the right state of mind when I got the letter. It was around 11 AM and I just couldn’t handle reading it at that moment. I was too tired and just the surprise and sadness forced me into a terrible state of mind. I just couldn’t read it at that moment. My mom came to calm me down a bit but she had to leave for her job. I fell asleep around 1 PM and slept for 9 hours straight. I realized that my shift should have started the moment I woke up and I panicked completely forgetting about May. I quickly tried gathering my stuff and dressing for the job when I saw the envelope with the letter on a desk in my room. At that moment, I broke down.
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After sitting down on my bed, I started to sob and tried calling my boss. He answered.
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“Sorry...” I sniffed. “I can’t work tonight,” I cried. “My... my friends just committed...” I could not finish the sentence.
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“Okay, son,” he replied. “My condolences. I understand that it’s hard and I can work tonight’s shift instead of you. I’ll try to get the others to help as well but you'll have to return soon. You know that I'm short on staff and no one's applying for the job."
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“That’s... that’s okay,” I replied. “Thank you.”
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“Again, my condolences, son,” he told me in a sad tone. “I’m sorry.”
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I managed to calm down after about 2 hours. My face was completely wet and I could not count how many tears fell into my mouth that day. I washed my face and for the first time after 7 months, I poured myself a glass of whiskey. I put it on the table and sat down on a chair. I kept my eyes on the glass contemplating whether I should drink it. I wasn’t strong enough to handle another person close to me committing suicide but I couldn’t just break my pause from alcohol just like that. Almost 2 years of sessions and a large amount of money would have been wasted for nothing. I tried using alcohol to distract myself from what May did, but it only gave me an arguably worse problem.
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The glass was there like it was inviting me to do something terrible. It felt like its presence kept trying to corrupt me but my soul and body tried so desperately to fight it. My eyes widened and my head started to hurt as I started to feel hot. The sweat started to leave my body through the pores on my skin and I felt it run down my back and arms. My breath fastened and I started to shake. The shaking and bigger intake of oxygen made me dizzy and weak. I took a glass and put it slowly to my lips. It was shaking.
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Before I drank any of the whiskey, I looked towards the table. There stood the letter I got from May. While leaving my room, I took it with me and put it there to read when I was ready. Seeing it made me remember her and all of our time together. I remembered how she talked about her heroin addiction and how hard she fought to battle it. I realized I needed to overpower my needs not only for myself but for her as well. That decided what I was going to do.
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I stood up, walked up to the sink with the glass in my hand, and poured all the whiskey away. I washed the glass and left it in the sink. I almost started to cry once more. Reading the letter was the next thing I needed to do. I tore it open and took out everything inside. The first thing was a password for her E-mail. She used it for writing her stories and wanted me to read the last ones she wrote. The second thing was a picture of the two of us in the diner. She took a selfie one day just because she wanted to have a memory. The last was the letter.
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Hey, Dylan. It’s me, but you probably already know that. If you are reading this, I’m surely dead. If I'm not, I will be soon, but not by my hand.
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I loved our little conversations in that diner. You helped me get over my addiction so easily that at first, I couldn’t believe you were real. Thank you for all those beautiful moments and the amazing time we spent together. However, a month ago, I started using heroin again. One day, it just felt like something was possessing me and I just couldn’t resist it. I bought it and used it in an alleyway near my flat. It felt so good and I knew that I was going to start using it again. I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you.
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The second time I used it, I saw something. There, behind the dumpster, in the same alleyway, I saw a thing. I don’t know what it was but I can describe it. It just looked like a human with extremely pale skin. Before I could get a better picture of it, it disappeared behind the said dumpster. Sometime later, I saw it again. This time, I took it in McDonald’s parking lot. When I took a look at the building, I saw it standing just behind a corner. I could only see half of it while the other half was obstructed by the building. It had no face and no genitalia. The lack of those features made it so much more disturbing.
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The thing kept appearing like that. Obstructed by other things. It started to reveal itself more and more while at the same time appearing closer and closer. At first, I tried screaming and yelling but people just kept looking at me with confusion. When I realized that they couldn’t see it, I knew something was wrong. I used so much heroin that I started to hallucinate and I just couldn’t stand it anymore. After deciding I needed to end it all, I wrote this letter. I know that it’s selfish of me to do it and that it’ll have a negative impact on everyone around me, but I just can’t do it anymore. This hallucination got too close.
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I contemplated what I should do and came to the conclusion that hanging would be the best. I’ll suffer a bit but it’s not nearly as messy as some other ways. I’m writing this in my bathroom. The light is on and I can see into the hallway of my flat. There, just behind the wall that separates the hallway and the living room, the pale figure stands. I can hear it whisper to me. It is unintelligible but I know it's nothing good. The noose is hanging from the ceiling and the stool is waiting for me. The last thing I’ll ever see is that thing watching me but our friendship will be on my mind.
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Goodbye, May.
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I held the letter in my hand. I could not process what I had read and went through it again. What the fuck did I read? Before, her suicide was just that. A suicide. No matter how awful it was it wasn’t anything more. Just a broken person trying to survive in this dark world and failing, but this letter confirmed there was something much more ominous about it. The first thing I did was googling if it was possible to have hallucinations from heroin. It turns out that you could so it was clear that the entity she saw wasn’t real. The next thing I checked is how common an occurrence like this was. While it doesn’t happen every few minutes, people who return to their addiction after rehabilitation aren’t too rare. I found a few articles about people committing suicide after rehabilitation or during drug abuse. The weight of failure made it even worse for May and I assumed that’s why she did it.
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It’s really hard, you know? To get rid of the addiction. It’s not just like deciding to change your diet or start working out. It just draws you in and tries to take control of you making your life worse. It makes you change moods quickly and you become dangerous to yourself and everyone around you. It's so hard that people would rather commit suicide than go through the pain of having to erase the addiction. Other people voiced their struggles in the sessions and so did I. It’s a pretty common thing. However, those group sessions did something for all of us. Just spending time with people who are going through the same thing and hearing their problems and opinions on it made me realize it's worth it to continue fighting. May realized it too, but she still did it. There must have been something else. Maybe abuse or something else she never told me about and she formed it as a featureless pale man in her hallucinations.
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The next session was a quiet one. All of us just kept staring at the floor in silence and only answered with the shortest possible replies. The therapist was clearly concerned with how all of us acted and tried to make us feel better, but it went nowhere. May was an amazing person and most people even felt like she was a part of their family. When the session was over, the therapist asked me to talk alone with her.
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“I know it’s a really hard time for you. You were very close to May,” she told me. “I heard about your little diner conversations from other people who took solo sessions as well. I’m really sorry this happened especially because of your history with suicide.”
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“Thank you,” I told her.
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“Please, if you need any help, I’m open to talking... as friends. You just need to call me.”
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I spent another few days at home. I went outside only twice. First time to buy some flowers and the second time for May’s funeral. I stood to the side and while her parents were clearly unhappy about me being there. Her sister came up to me and hugged me while crying. I let out a few tears but remained calm during most of it. It was a perfectly normal spring day with the sun shining and giving me an idea of this bizarre irony. A beautiful person died, but the universe didn’t care. It just continued without ever looking back at it. What I'm saying might seem a bit weird to some, but to me, it just showed me that there is no meaning to our existence.
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After the funeral, May’s sister walked up to me and asked me to visit the diner I usually went to with May. Her parents were looking at us with disappointment and anger clearly painted in their eyes, but May’s sister didn’t care. She knew I had nothing to do with May’s suicide and just tried helping me and herself. Both of us got there around 11 PM. We just needed to talk and find some comfort in each other’s company.
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“Hey,” I said when I sat down next to her.
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“Hi, Dylan,” Melina replied. “Happy to see you come. Honestly, I expected you to stand me up... due to the fear of my parents.”
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“I’m a big boy,” I joked. “I don’t fear anyone.”
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She chuckled while looking into my eyes. I noticed that she was already somewhat drunk. Her behavior didn’t scare me, but the fact that she was drinking did. If she ordered another beer or a shot... There were three glasses on the bar shelf in front of her. She ordered another two shots os whiskey before I could say anything. The bartender put one glass in front of her and the other in front of me.
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The glass looked so refreshing. Its color, its taste... how good it felt to let it slide down your throat. I just kept sitting there looking at the glass. Holding it with both of my hands and spinning it, I got distracted. I didn’t listen to what Melina was saying. It felt like the glass was talking to me. The whispers it directed at me pierced my ears but no one else’s. I started to hear high-pitched ringing in my ears and I zoned out completely.
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“Dylan?” I heard Melina ask me. “Are you okay?”
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I looked at her before quickly looking back at the glass.
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“Y... Yeah,” I replied. “I’m just... uhm... thinking.”
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“I understand... It’s hard for all of us and I know how much the two of you meant to each other. If you don’t want to talk, you just have to tell me.”
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“No... it’s just... the alcohol. That...” I took a breath. “That was my addiction.”
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Her face changed into one of concern so quickly.
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“Oh, my God,” she said. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”
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“No... it’s not a problem,” I told her. “It just makes me feel... uncomfortable.”
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“You want to go somewhere else, then?” she asked me.
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“No, no, no,” I smiled. “You can drink. It’s okay. It draws me in only when the glass is full.”
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We ordered some burgers and fries. I drank a coffee while Melina continued with her alcohol. She got a bit too drunk after a while but was still able to walk and talk like a normal person. She was just louder and stumbled a bit while around a bit. After I realized that she won’t be able to drive, I helped her to get to my car and got her home. I found a key in her pocket while she was telling me something. I was sure that she was able to get inside her flat without my help but I wanted to help just in case. When we got in, she invited me to stay for some time. I had nothing else to do so I agreed. Oh, how mad her parents would have been if they knew about this. They almost started yelling at me during the funeral.
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Immediately, Melina took out a bottle of vodka she had in the fridge and started drinking. We had a beautiful conversation. It was about the situation both of us ended up in. Our little sisters committed suicide and left us alone in this world. It, of course, wasn’t their fault but everything has consequences. Melina was just as smart and fun to talk to as May, only with different interests. She was a nurse at a nearby hospital and was apparently well-paid. She also said that she saw some suicide survivors and the wounds on their arms or other body parts. She wished that she could have been there to maybe save May... but she wasn’t.
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“I need to go to sleep,” she told me. “I’m too tired. It was a tough day.”
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“Of course,” I replied. “I should also head out."
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“Can you perhaps... stay?”
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I looked at her. She was sitting on a sofa while I sat on an armchair. Her nails were red from blood because of all the biting and scratching. She placed the bottle of vodka and the glass on the small table in front of her.
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“Sure...” I replied.
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“Thank you,” she smiled. “Where do you want to sleep?”
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“The sofa would be okay, I guess.”
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“You can sleep in my bed... with me.”
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She immediately started to defend herself after I gave her a surprised look.
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“Not like that,” she replied. “I... I just want someone to hug me while I fall asleep. My parents aren’t really... helpful.”
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I nodded. She gave me a quick and small smile before her expression turned to one of sadness. We laid down on the bed and I wrapped my arms around her. She told me that I can leave the bed as soon as she falls asleep if I want to. First, she started sniffing. Over time, it started to turn into sobbing. I held her close to me and we could feel each other’s warmth. Neither of us felt any romantic attraction to the other. We just needed someone to help us with grief.
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It didn’t take her long to fall asleep. She stopped crying, but I didn’t. I made no noise apart from quiet sniffing while trying to breathe through my nose. I left her bed and went into the living room. After sitting down on the couch, I noticed the vodka bottle and the empty glass that was still on the table. I was tired and sad and couldn’t control myself. All of my effort in the last few months went out of the window and I betrayed myself.
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The vodka went down my throat so easily. I practically chugged half of the bottle that was left. Physically, it felt so good, but when I realized what I had done, I was horrified. Sitting there, looking at the bottle on the table, I felt something. I felt like there was someone in the room with me. I jumped from the couch and looked around. In the pure darkness of the apartment, I could not see anything. I slowly took a few steps towards the light switch when I noticed flickering lights coming from the outside.
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Through a window, I could see the street. It was a larger street in a busier part of the town so it was usually filled with cars and people even during the night. However, that night, it was completely empty. The only things I could see were the lamp posts and the bad street lights flickering. There, behind the flickering lights, the fence of another building’s yard obscured something... white. The featureless head peered from behind it showing its pale skin. It did not move, it just stood there with all of its unsettling presence.
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Stumbling backward, my reaction was more one of a surprise than of fear though it built itself over time. Taking a step forward, I felt the thing’s presence even more. When I returned to the window, I saw it still standing in the same spot. For the next 10 minutes, it stood there doing nothing. The vodka started to settle in so the dizziness and drunkenness made me believe that it wasn’t dangerous or that I could defend myself from it so I laid down on the couch and went to sleep.

8:02 a.m.
When I entered Charlie’s this morning, Lacie and Maura were already there. Lacie sat behind the service desk, speaking quickly with her hands while Maura soaked up every word she said.
Lacie had been working with Maura and Gabe to help them harvest the energy supply of Charlie’s. Many customers leave a sort of emotional footprint when they shop here. Since they clearly weren’t going anywhere, Lacie decided to teach them how to harvest the energy from those emotions. It helped them retain memories, better understand the world, and interact with their surroundings. They had been unconsciously doing it since they first appeared here after death, but she was teaching them how to control it.
This lesson seemed a bit different today, though. The 1st thing I heard come out of Maura’s mouth was, “So they no longer do lobotomies, but you all will willing poke holes in your body for fashion?” She reached out and lightly flicked Lacie’s septum piercing while she said “fashion,” making Lacie giggle.
“How underfunded was your asylum if they still did lobotomies?” asked Lacie.
Maura rolled her eyes. “Why do you think I wanted to leave so bad?”
Lacie giggled again before finally acknowledging me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I responded with a smile. “Hey, Maura.”
“Yo,” she responded.
I walked over to register one and put in my log in code in preparation for the day. Lacie asked if I needed her help with anything, but I told her they could keep doing their thing. Before I had even walked off, however, history class was abruptly put on hold. Our attention went toward the sliding glass doors as two women entered, one younger and one older.
The gears in my head began to turn as I realized I recognized the woman, but I couldn’t remember from where.
And then it hit me.
Ursula Jones was walking towards us. The Father’s replacement.
Surprisingly, weapons are not hot commodity at Charlie’s. I mean, they are, but they aren’t laying out all willy nilly. Most are in protective packaging. So, to defend myself, I picked up the thing closest to me: the conveyor belt grocery divider. I brandished it like a sword, pointing it right at the enemy.
“Good morning, darlings!” greeted Ursula as she placed a ribbonned basket of muffins onto the register’s conveyor belt. Her short brown hair was rolled into poodle cut curls. She wore a simple black dress, black flats, pearl earrings, and bright red lipstick. Very fashionable, but I know enough about femme fatales not to let my guard down.
She gave my makeshift weapon a look of pity before gently moving it downwards with one finger. “Did the previous owners not tell you?”
The younger girl, a miniature of Ursula and surely her daughter, eyed us curiously as she sucked on a cherry red lollipop. She was decked out in more black than her mother with three cross necklaces adorning her neck, all of their chains at varying lengths. The only color about her was the forrest green tips to her long black hair.
“Tell us what?” asked Lacie. I could tell by the fist clenched at her side that she was also on high alert and ready to summon any number of powers to defend the store.
Ursula gave us a wide grin. “I’m the new owner of Charlie’s,” she announced before motioning to her gothly daughter. “And this is my daughter Daisy, your new store manager.”

9:10 a.m.
While randomly getting new bosses today might be stressful to us and possibly even you, dear reader, especially if you’ve been in a similar scenario, the owners have never been fond of other’s emotions. Wanna know how they told us goodbye? After I called them approximately 15 times, all of which got sent to voicemail, and also text them asking what was going on, they finally gave us a response. The response was creating a group chat, sending a message to said group chat containing only the peace sign emoji, and then blocking all of our numbers.
However, as long as the doors are open, the customers will keep coming. And they did, and so the day went on. Before we had even had time to process the huge change and how it might impact us, we were getting our morning rush.
“Ahem,” said a voice behind me.
I turned around to find Daisy waiting expectantly with her hot pink clipboard. It had black and white star stickers all over the back. “I would very much like for you to show me all of this business’ amenities.”
I nodded before pausing my task. I would have to finish counting the clown statues later. The only reason I had started counting them was because a customer told me they saw one wandering around, which would explain why they had been going missing over the last few weeks. I got up to 13, so don’t let me forget that number.
I took her to the Bloody Bathroom first and explained its historical significance. When the blood flow was still a thing to worry about, we would jokingly say the bathroom was menstruating. The bathroom hadn’t had its time of the month in a while, but it’s definitely something we would not forget.
Next up, I brought her to Gary’s deli. While she seemed rather cheerful at Gary’s lovable demeanor, I think she was a little put off when he couldn’t tell her where his Special of the Day spleens had come from. My stern look told him to keep quiet, which made his smile quickly disappear and disappointment take its place. She asked me if I ordered it, and I told her I let Gary handle the deli tasks. I also chose not to mention that I had accidentally found Gary’s little black book of victims a while back, and I had a good guess at just how well he knew those spleens. To be fair, little black books of all kinds are not considered conversational topics to me, but our little hunter Gary will always have a soft spot in my heart no matter how deranged he seems.
After the fifth “Gary forgot” that the poor guy muttered, I distracted Daisy by mentioning the display he regularly decorated to brag on him a bit. Deranged or not, the guy has definitely got some talent. Errr…uh, in the decorating department, not the carving one.
I ended the tour with some of the new additions to Charlie’s: the Witch’s Brew Cafe, the magical vending machine, the housewares department, and the extension of the parking lot. She had a few questions as to why there was a wizard living in the parking lot in a small tent, and I had no answers. I had even fewer answers when his pet duck waddled out from the tent, lit up a charcoal grill, and began grilling frogs. The wizard gave us a wave, his wispy beard blowing in the wind as he stood there in just a pair of white boxers polka-dotted with red hearts and a matching wizard hat. We waved back before making our way back inside.
Pretty much the only time Daisy showed any bit of emotion during our tour was when Sheryl decided to join us. Well, really, she kind of showed some when the poltergeist showed up in housewares…I’ll get to it later. Don’t nag me! But, by the end of the tour, Sheryl was absolutely bawling her eyes out and shouting, “Where has the time gone?” Daisy attempted to console her and give her a reassuring pat on the back.
“There, there,” said Daisy awkwardly. The whole interaction came off as more robotic than anything, so I was shocked when it actually calmed Sheryl down. But…then again, Sheryl is dating a cyborg.
“So, you’ve obviously met Sheryl and Gary. You’ve met me, Lacie, and the coffee shop folks. Have you met Gabe?”
She shook her head. “Who’s Gabe?”
Unbeknownst to her, a suddenly summoned Gabe appeared behind her. “Boo,” he said, causing her to drop her clipboard. She glared at him as it clattered to the floor. “Oops.”
I laughed at them and received my own glare from Daisy. I rubbed the back of my head nervously. “Sorry, he’s become a bit of a trickster since his death.”
Just as quickly as he had shown up, Gabe disappeared again, and that seemed to conclude the tour. Daisy went off to “monitor and assist everyone’s duties,” as she put it, and I went back to my previous task.
Now, where was I? Oh, clown statues. Let me count again. 1,2,3…12. That’s what it was last time, right?

10:36 a.m.
“Here’s yours, Jared,” announced Danielle as she placed my caramel frappuccino on the counter. “Lacie’s is almost ready.”
“Thanks,” I said. I grabbed it and took a sip, enjoying the icy treat. Within 30 seconds, nearly a quarter of it was gone, and I could already hear Lacie nagging me about coming to buy a second coffee later. I may have adopted a coffee addiction thanks to our new cafe.
Unironically, the Witch’s Brew was a magical place. I absolutely loved the atmosphere with its high ceilings, dim lights, and gothic charm. The only colors involved in the decor were Halloween shades: orange, purple, and green. Oh, and black, of course.
Sheryl bounded up to the register giddily as I slurped on my drink. “I’m so glad you guys are finally open! It feels like I’ve been waiting forever!”
Drucilla the cashier gave her a puzzled look. “Honey, we’ve been opened since the store opened.”
Sheryl gave her a puzzled look back. “Every time I tried to come in, the door was always locked.”
Drucilla, Danielle, and Blount, the other barista, began debating whether or not Sheryl had been hexed. As I turned around to look at their door which was currently held open with a door stopper, an idea dawned on me.
“Sheryl,” I said, interjecting into their conversation. “When you came to see if they were open, did you push or pull on the door handle?”
She tilted her head to the side and placed a finger on her lips as if lost in deep thought. “Pull,” she finally said.
The sign on the door read “Push.” A chorus of “Ahh”’s filled the room as the explanation came together in everyone’s heads. Sheryl stayed oblivious. Actually, the room’s response made her even more confused.
“Oh, honey,” said Drucilla, her voice full of pity. “What can we get for you?”
“It’s on the house,” said Danielle, her voice also dripping with pity.
Blount handed me Lacie’s drink as Sheryl ordered some complicated coffee recipe with nearly 20 ingredients that she had found somewhere online. The witches all looked disgusted, but it sounded kinda good to me. As I was about to make my way out the door, Lacie text me that she had enough time to meet me at the cafe to enjoy our coffee together. I talked to the witches and Sheryl while I waited on her.
“Here you go, darling,” said Danielle as she handed Sheryl her coffee. As she was turning around to pass it over, I saw her pointer finger swirling above the beverage as it softly spun around its cup. She knew I had seen what she had done, so she gave me a wink as Sheryl took a sip. She mumbled something about giving Sheryl “a little pep in her step.”
Apparently, the first sip was so good that Sheryl felt the need to take a few gulps. Had I known what she was going to do, I would have highly advised her not to order a drink from the list of hot coffees, but there’s a high probability she wouldn’t have listened to me anyways. I could tell the witches felt the same by the concerned look they gave her. After demolishing nearly half the coffee, Sheryl’s body spasmed and jerked, making her stand up straight as a board as she yelled, “The square root of pi is 1.77245—”
Danielle’s face completely blanked as if her brain was rebooting before cringing at what she had done. “May have added a little too much pep,” she said as Sheryl continued rattling off numbers.
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11:02 a.m.
“Hey, Jared, can you tell Gabe to come to the office?” asked Daisy. “I’ve called him 3 times over the radio, and he hasn’t come.”
I had failed to mention to her that Gabe didn’t use a radio because they fall through his body if he loses focus. It just so happened that he was walking by me as Daisy finished asking her a favor. He was pulling a rather large pallet of merchandise behind him, and I told Daisy I would let him know before shouting his name.
His head snapped toward the direction of my voice, causing him to lose focus on his current task. However, the pallet had not gotten the memo that he was stopping, and panic filled me at the possibility of him getting hurt. “Oh, crap, wait!” I yelled, motioning for him to get away. I winced as the pallet drew closer and closer, and he still wasn’t moving. He was also giving me a rather strange look, but I just kept yelling for him to move.
And then the pallet simply went through him, and my body slacked. “Oh,” I said as he approached me, laughing at my freak-out.
“Did you forget I’m dead?” he asked with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes before relaying Daisy’s message, and he wandered off to see what she needed. As I busied myself with checking if my register’s drawer had enough change, I wondered how he decided whether to simply teleport or to walk normally to places. Personally, I would teleport everywhere if given the opportunity.
“Fefe!”
Sheryl’s screech made me launch a roll of quarters in my hand across the registers, accidentally landing some hits on a big burly sasquatch. I gulped as the monster lumbered over to me. His hot, stinking breath heated up my cheeks as anger bubbled in his eyes. As he released a roar so strong it blew the hair out of my face, I snatched up a stapler beside me and aimed at his large furry face, ready yet fully expecting to die. He raised a meaty fist, but before his first attack could be landed, our battle was sidetracked as Sheryl screamed once more. This time, however, it was followed by a cat’s hiss.
A black blur clambered onto my conveyor belt as an out-of-breath Sheryl nearly collided with it. She leaped for the small black void, and it hissed again. A thick chrome collar looped its small neck with a flashing purple light dangling from it.
“Enough, mother!” ordered the kitten. With enough feistiness to ignite a fire, the fluffy creature turned to the behemoth before me and hissed. Without hesitation, the sasquatch raced out of the front doors before the kitten’s fur could even rise to its full extent. He even forgot his groceries, but I had no plans of running them out to him.
The cat rolled her eyes before settling into a relaxed loaf mode in front of me. “Yes?” I asked her.
“We’re out of my brand of cat food.”
“The truck is going to be here a little after lunch,” I responded.
If she had eyebrows, I swear they would have creased at my response. “How does that help me during lunch?”
“Well, considering it will be your—” I paused dramatically to look at my non-existent wristwatch, “---third meal of the day already, I think you will be fine.”
The kitten’s eyes became slits as they stayed glued to me. Every hair on its body raised as it slowly stood up. Her claws came out, gouging deep holes into the counter below her. My eyes drifted over to Sheryl to figure out what was going on, but I got no reassurance. She looked ready to piss herself, honestly, especially when the cat burst into flames. I jumped back and immediately reached for my eyebrows, fearful they had been singed off. Turns out she had more than enough feistiness.
With a shriek of rage, she jumped up onto her back legs and launched a ball of fire toward aisle 7. A fully enflamed Chip escaped the aisle and zoomed over to our cooler housing the bags of ice for sale. He didn’t even bother opening its door and just jumped straight through, creating a gaping hole in the thick metal. Luckily, the ice’s cool embrace succeeded in putting out the fire, and wisps of steamy relief floated upwards. Chip gave Sheryl and me a thumbs-up from his safe space, and a piece of his melted rubbery cyborg skin fell off.
The cat released something between a hiss and a growl before hopping off of my conveyor belt. Every step she took burned the floor, leaving a trail of blackened paw prints in her wake. Although tiny, her heat made her seem bigger, and I could already feel a trail of sweat trickling down my back. The sprinkler system turned on, but it did practically nothing to her blaze.
Sheryl rushed over to Chip in the cooler to make sure he was okay while I ran to the service desk. “Attention all shoppers, if you can do so safely, calmly make your way to the exit and avoid the flaming cat. I repeat, all customers please calmly make your way to the exit and avoid the flaming cat.”
Fefe walked in the direction of aisle 4 where a man decked out in some strange outfit was exiting, and he began shouting belligerent words at her. She began screaming back at him, but I couldn’t hear them over the customer's screams as they fled to the exit, practically trampling each other. “Literally nothing about that was calm, but okay,” I said into the microphone.
I began walking in the direction of the cat and the man slowly just to get a better look. His body was mostly covered in silver from what I could see. After a few steps, Gabe materialized beside me to join me. We walked in silence a couple more steps until he asked, “Is that Sheryl’s baking pan on his chest?”
We both stopped, and I squinted in confusion. “Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.”
We entered a moment of silence before finally locking eyes. “Gary,” we both said before continuing and also speeding up our walk toward them.
When we got close enough to them to hear their conversation, Gary was gesturing wildly with his hands. I could now see all of the pots, pans, and utensils he had melded together to create an armor. This was one of his unemployment projects from back when he went through his Transformers craze. While it was nowhere near the level of car parts, it was still pretty impressive.
“Fefe no burn down store, no burn loved ones, no burn customers!” yelled Gary.
Fefe let out a furious roar that sent a spurt of flames at Gary. Gabe and I let out screams of grief and terror at seeing our friend get possibly roasted alive. It felt like both one second and also an eternity that the flames were upon him. Either way, I fully expected him to be dead. Yet, when Fefe closed her mouth, Gary still stood there, looking much angrier than before. Our screams quickly died in our throats, getting cut off so suddenly that I choked and began coughing.
Gary let out a roar of his own before grabbing a chunk of metal off of his back that was once a cookie sheet. He bended the materials as if they were clay, shaping it into a makeshift mouthpiece. As soon as she pieced together what he was doing, they began a game of cat and mouse through the aisles where Fefe ironically wasn’t the cat. Fefe would randomly throw fireballs to divert Gary, but he would take them like a champ and keep rolling. Gabe and I watched, fascinated with the fight. At one point, Gabe vanished and reappeared a moment later with two bags of freshly popped popcorn for us.
It was easy to see how frustrated Gary was becoming, and we felt bad that we couldn’t help. We still didn’t even understand how Gary was so unphased but her fire, though. And so the chase continued, that is until Sheryl appeared with a now bandaged Chip hobbling beside her. (Ignore the fact that he’s a cyborg and doesn’t need bandages because that’s clearly what Sheryl did.) She let out a screeching “Fefe” at the top of her lungs, and the kitten stopped in her tracks. Gary was about to quickly grab her by the scruff of her neck while she was distracted. She yelped before beginning to whine. “But, Uncle Gary, I just wanted lunch!” She struggled against him covering her mouth, eventually melting the piece of metal until it was useless anyway.
Gary groaned like a father using his last bit of patience. “Fefe going to timeout!”
Her flames blazed once more just to the left of me, barely missing by inches, which was entirely too close in my opinion. I made a mental note to check to see if I still had eyebrows later. She actually did hit Gabe, causing him to scream as he too forgot his ghostly qualities. He blushed bright red with embarrassment afterwards. Fefe’s roars continued Godzilla-style, taking down a shelf of bread, two self checkout stations, and a snowman customer that had been lingering in the store. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!” the melted man’s mouth-coals blubbered before floating separately away through the sprinkler’s puddles. Gary carried her through the store as her tantrum continued, bringing her to the safety of the parking lot.
By the way, did I mention that this is Charlie’s new pet? This is actually the third incident we’ve had like this this week. You’d think we’d have a process or plan for when she does this, but that’s still a work in progress. Rage therapy is definitely on the list, though.
“I’ll let the wizard know we need a reset spell done,” said Gabe before vanishing.
Sheryl was able to completely calm Fefe by running to a store down the road to buy her specialty cat food, so all ended up being well. I made another mental note after this encounter to keep an extra stock of that brand to avoid Fefe’s hangry rath in the future. Oh, and Danielle later explained to me that she put a protection spell on Gary’s makeshift armor, but that she had never told him that she did. That’s how Gary was unaffected by Fefe’s fiery flames. However, if you asked Gary, he would tell you with full seriousness the Transformer gods gave his armor magical abilities.
Did you know there’s a secret underground religion for Transformers? Learn something new every day.

Charlie’s Group Chat - 12:03 p.m.
Lacie: do we sell dentures? Jared: No. Why? Lacie: zombie customer with no teeth J: Why would you even let that sale happen? Sheryl: The customer is always right! Lacie liked Sheryl’s Message S: Tomorrow is Chip’s Bday! L: cyborgs can have birthdays? Chip: It is my manufacture date. Don’t you guys have one? J: Yeah, I got Lacie from the lab last April. L: my birthday is in October. J: That’s what you’re programmed to think. Acid Dude: What am I programmed to think? J: At this point, I’m pretty sure you’re programmed to have no thoughts. S: That’s so cool! Can I do that? C: I will research how to remove your motherboard. AD: I’ll let you borrow mine! Jared added Daisy to the chat. Daisy: Good afternoon. Sheryl: Hasta leugo! 🙂

12:27 p.m.
Do you know what really sucks? When you really, really just want the day to go right, but life says screw you and throws one curve ball after another. My limit had not only been reached but massacred. I felt like I had received a curveball to the face my head was pounding so hard. I have to rant for a moment, so, if you don’t want to read me whining, skip to after the bullet points.
Here’s what crap I’ve had to deal with so far today, not including the new ownership being thrown at us:
Chip got into an argument with one of the card readers, and it chose to go offline until he apologized. He refused, and it’s still offline. Gary dragged a centaur carcass through the store and traumatized several customers. Sheryl nearly drove her new Lamborghini through the front windows. She tried to gaslight me into believing there was a road through the front window and Charlie’s was just in the way. Danielle decided to prank everyone by spelling the whole store to only speak pig latin. Thankfully it wasn’t long before she reversed the spell because she was the only one who found it funny. We have yet to convince Acid Dude that it was just a spell and not some miracle language he created and then completely forgot 20 minutes later.
So, even as I sat at the break room table and tried to enjoy my free pizza, I still felt like a curveball might smash through the break room door and knock me out for one final blow. And it was only just lunchtime.
Oh, let me explain the free pizza thing. Since it was our first day with Daisy, Ursula told her we could close the store for an hour to all have lunch together. She ordered us a couple of pizzas and told us to pick out some chips and drink. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it, at least.
“Why are you so pale?” Acid Dude asked Daisy.
“I’m dead,” she explained. “Well, undead, really.”
“Cotards?” asked Acid Dude.
“No, I’m a vampire.”. She opened her mouth a bit to flash her fangs.
Acid Dude scrunched up his face in disgust. “Homie, you need to go to the dentist.”
So far I’ve only seen Daisy show two emotions while here: “Oh, you poor thing,” and “Are you really that stupid?” That second one kind of mimicked curiosity, but it most definitely wasn’t. I’ll let you guess which one she was giving Acid Dude right now.
When the lunch party had reached my third slice of pizza o’clock, Lacie and Gabe started bickering. I’m not even sure what started it because I had been so zoned out, but it felt like this weird dark cloud came over them. It felt like it came out of nowhere. One minute I was staring at a lopsided ceiling tile and trying to determine if I saw a clown staring at me through its gap, and the next they were shouting.
“How did someone like you even get a job here?” yelled Gabe. “Did you flirt your way into the position?” Well, that escalated incredibly quickly folks. Here comes Daisy’s fake curiosity look. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her.
“Will you quit insinuating I got this job because of my looks?” To be fair, Lacie was gorgeous, but she was also very good at her job.
“Well, it definitely wasn’t because of skill.”
“I had enough skill to befriend your murderer,” she snapped.
“Just because you’re a freak that likes freaky things doesn’t mean you belong here any more than I do! I mean, I belong here so much that my spirit came here after death!”
“Just because your spirit is trapped here doesn’t mean you belong. From what I heard, you were being marketed as Gary’s daily special while I was being trained!”
I was on the verge of telling them to cut it out before I lost my mind, but—
“Oh, yeah? Well, at least I didn’t have to use a love spell to make everyone, including a wendigo, like me at this job! But then you fucked up and made Jared fall in love with you, didn’t you?”
Wait, what?
Lacie didn’t respond. Instead, her eyes began to well up with tears as they darted back and forth between Gabe and me. As soon as the words left his mouth, I could see the dark cloud affecting him lift and recognition enter his eyes. That still didn’t take away the hurt of what he had said.
“Wh-what?” I said out loud to her.
Her face flushed with worry and shame. “I–I can explain.”
“No,” I said, standing up from my chair so fast that it fell backward. I almost fell with it, but I regained my balance and once more said, “No.”
My brain felt like it was exploding. Had my love for her—our love for each other all been a manipulation tactic for a freaking grocery store job?
Everyone had quieted at this point, except for Sheryl who had been oblivious to the argument and who kept singing “I Will Always Love You” to Chip Jr. Chip quickly covered her mouth. Daisy once again had a look of pity on her face, but I ignored it while I made my departure. I made sure to grab a box of pizza on my way out, though, and I ignored Lacie’s final attempt to stop me.
Today could most definitely go fuck itself.

2:42 p.m.
We did inventory last week, and I screwed up by accidentally ordering twice the number of crackers we needed. I had them marked down to half price, which Mr. Ducksworth had noticed. A paddling of ducks marching into the store was something I had never expected to see, but I’m glad I got to experience it. I have to admit they were rather adorable in their determination to wipe out our supply of crackers, and Mr. Ducksworth was even more adorable as he guided their mission. (Don’t tell him I said that. I don’t want to be slapped again.)
The cause and effect of that is I am now restocking the crackers. Normally the overnight stocking crew does this, but the duck army bought literally every box. Even now, I could see them eyeing me as I stocked the shelves, munching on their crackers greedily. I had to block the aisle off with shopping carts, so they knew waddling onto this aisle was off-limits.
As I placed one of the slender boxes of crackers on the shelf, every single box of crackers I had placed behind it toppled like dominoes. I groaned before placing their shipping box on the shelf beside them to free my hands. As I straightened the crackers, the cardboard box flew off the shelf as if thrown. I rolled my eyes, already over today and lacking the patience to deal with the shelve’s antics. “I was going to throw the box away,” I told them. “I just had to fix these boxes first.”
A box of graham crackers slid to the front of the shelf, and I watched as the box’s logo morphed into the words, “It wasn’t us.”
A grin spread across my face as the feat left me amazed. “Why have you never told me you could do that?” I asked them. “That’s pretty cool.”
The bear on the box shrugged before its cheeks blushed, smiling smugly and waving its paw as if to say, “Oh shucks, that old trick?”
I jumped as all of the boxes on the shelf behind me were flung out so hard that some of them hit my back. The shelves in front of me responded by morphing all of their item's logos from the beginning of the aisle to the end into one long string of “Heeeeeeey.” Then it threw some items back, which I ducked to avoid. To my shock, they did not hit the shelves on the other side. Instead, it hit some type of force field in front of the shelves and clattered to the ground. I watched one single box float into the air before being thrown at me too. It whacked me in the face, causing me to yell out more in shock than pain.
The logos changed once more to read, “leave Jared aloneeeeeeee” all the way down the aisle.
“I’m not in this,” I announced while raising my hands above my head. I made my way out of the aisles, calling out “Clean up your mess when you’re done,” over my shoulder.
Later on, when I saw Gabe, I asked him if we had a poltergeist in the building.
“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed. “Sheryl spent an hour this morning playing catch with it.”
“Is that all it wants?”
He nodded, and I nodded back in understanding. “And the shelves don’t want to play catch with it,” I said mostly to myself because Gabe had already walked off.
I realized that intervention had to happen when the altercations began to involve customers. I saw a man angrily speed-balling cans into the shelves surrounding him, and I immediately stepped in to help. After apologizing to him and offering a 50% discount that might make Ursula hate me, I turned to the shelves.
“Look, guys, this has got to stop. Putting me through it is one thing because I know I’m this store’s guinea pig, but dragging customers into it is where I draw the line. It’s extremely bad for business.”
I crossed my arms and waited for a response, but none came. After a couple of minutes of waiting for one, I sighed and began tapping my foot as my aggravation and impatience grew. Maybe five seconds later is when I saw the cans to my right begin to tumble off their shelves. Soon, hands appeared, their formation resembling someone swimming forward while underwater.
“What the…” I began as I saw the owner of the hands shimmying through the space it had cleared out. Stringy tendrils of hair trickled out over the shelf edge, falling downwards until they almost touched the floor. The crown of a head peeked out over the edge, making me step back a bit. Recognition began to creep into my bones, but I couldn’t tell why until I heard a familiar popping of the being’s neck. I debated running away, but the head snapped upwards before I could respond. A foul and rotten face locked eyes with me, giving me a horrific grin.
“Deborah!” I yelled while falling back on my butt. Before I had even landed on the floor, however, she was gone. I looked all around me rapidly, dread overwhelming to the point that I felt bile rising up in my throat. Deborah’s disembodied laughter began to fill my ears, and I felt like I was about to pass out.
Until a note floated downwards and landed in my lap. I picked it up and read the scrawling handwriting. It almost resembled a child’s writing, even written with crayon, and it was something I had most definitely never seen before. “Gotcha!” it read.
I groaned. “That wasn’t funny!”
Another note floated downwards and landed in my lap again. “Yes, it was.”
I heard a clinking above me and looked up to find a stack of cans with their logos just changed. “It kind of was,” they read.
I rolled my eyes. “At least you guys are getting along, I guess.”

7:13 p.m.
Knock…knock…knock
I sighed in annoyance. “Go away.”
“Can I come inside?” spoke up the child’s voice on the other side of the locked glass doors. His eerily monotone voice had become a rather aggravating occurrence to me.
“No. Go away,” I said more forcefully.
“Ooooh! Barty is here!” Sheryl crooned from behind me. “Hi, Barty Boy!”
“My name is Bartholemew,” said the boy, sounding slightly annoyed before switching back to his bland cadence. “Can you let me inside, Sheryl?”
“No, I’m sorry, Barty,” responded Sheryl, her voice dripping with disappointment. “Jared says I’ll die if I do.”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” said the strange child. “It’s cold out here, and I would like to call my mother.”
“He doesn’t have a mother because he’s not actually a child,” I explained. “We’ve been over this, Sheryl.”
“Yeah, but he’s just so darn cute!” she responded. “And clearly he needs new clothes! I mean, those were popular in like…colonial days!”
I finally looked up from my register to take a closer look at Barty. He was also looking down at his outfit as if he hadn’t realized his fashion sense was centuries behind. When he looked back up, his jet-black eyes locked onto mine. The sickly sweet smell of death was already getting unbearable, and that was with him on the other side of the door still. His eyes resembled black pits of despair. They beckoned you closer and closer, and if you got too close, they would swallow you up. They began unearthing my deepest fears: Lacie never loving me, the store firing me, dying alone. Just before the feelings consumed me entirely, before I was convinced that the only answer to my salvation was to let him inside, I managed to look away. “Go away, Barty,” I ordered once more.
His porcelain face glared at me. “My name is Bartholemew, and I need to come inside.”
Sheryl looked toward me in hopefulness. When I didn’t respond, she began to shimmy closer to the door as if I wouldn’t notice.
“Sheryl, he’s dangerous——“
“——Barty wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
I watched as she ignored me and stepped just before the door. Barty’s coal-like eyes stared up at hers, and she quickly let out a cry like she was in pain. She leaped backward, falling onto her butt, yet only a second later she was up on her feet and running as far away from the front doors as she could.
I turned towards the rapid footsteps coming from the direction of the office to see a frazzled Lacie throwing her hair up into a quick messy bun as if ready to fight any intruder we had. “What’s going on?”
I avoided eye contact with her while responding. “Barty is here, and Sheryl got too close.”
It was hard not to look at her after being in love with her for so long. I noticed her looking for the chain around my neck, double-checking that I was still wearing the protection pendant she made me. “Did it work?”
Our eyes connected, and I looked away while shrugging. “I didn’t want to take the chance of not wearing it knowing what this store throws at you.” It did not prevent heartbreak, I’ll tell you that much.
“Can I use your telegraph?” spoke up Barty.
“Wrong century, demon,” snapped Lacie. She crossed her arms and locked eyes with him. “And I told you not to come back.”
Barty and Lacie bickered back and forth for a few more minutes before the being suddenly disappeared, angry that his wish had once again not been fulfilled. Lacie looked away for a split second to catch something the poltergeist threw at her, and then he was gone. Barty is part of the reason why Sheryl will never get her own keys to the store. We’ve even let Gary have his own set, but we just can’t trust Sheryl not to open it to any number of creatures we have to deal with on a daily basis. Barty seemed unaffected by Lacie’s protection and diversion spells, and we all know how successful her spells are based off of the last entry.

I really need to shut up talking about it, but its all I can focus on. I think I just need some time to think, so I’ll talk to you guys later.

9:54 p.m.
Ayo, yo, whaddup, guys? It’s Gabe here. Jared said I could type up the conclusion. You guys have no idea how hard it is to type when you don’t have a physical form. Finding the right amount of pressure to press the keys and not completely demolish this keyboard is tedious. The pain is all worth it for you guys, though. You’re always there for us, so I want to be there for you.
Just look behind you.
I’m just kidding. If I really wanted to visit you, you’d have no idea about it.
There’s been a strange vibe around the store today, and I’m not sure why. Everyone just seems…off. Even me. It took me 20 minutes to check a customer’s single item out earlier because I couldn’t remember how to open a plastic shopping bag. We’ve all been stressed, and there’s just this feeling of darkness over us.
I hope things improve, and I hope you guys keep coming along for the ride!
Peace out!

I've got several to move on today in the continuation of my collection purge to fund a big non knife purchase. Prices are shipped PPFF. No trades.
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Combat Troodon
Microtech Combat Troodon S/E distressed orange, apocalyptic standard. M390 with a 10/22 date. I purchased this new recently. I've carried it a couple of times but it looks brand new.
$420
Ultratech Bayonet
Microtech ultratech with a bayonet blade. Orange with bronze hardware and blade. M390 and 9/22 date. I'm the first owner. Has a few trails on the clip from carry and a mark on the side near the bottom but looks new other than that.
$250
UTX-70
Microtech UTX-70 D/E in purple bronze apocalyptic. M390 with a 9/22 date. I'm the first owner and carried a few times so has some trails on the clip and a mark on the bottom corner of the body.
$180 SOLD
L.U.D.T
Microtech LUDT in purple and bronze. Elmax with a 1/23 date. I purchased this new and have carried and used it a few times. Has a mark on the pivot and clip and a couple on top of the body.
$215
GEC 920116
GEC talon in Red Wine Jig Bone. Has a light marks on the bolster from being carried but otherwise in like new condition. This was a DLT SFO and is one of 79. Blade looks like it's never been used.
$325
GEC 562118
56 Bird Dog in pheasant feather acrylic. Has some peppering on the top of the blade and on the back of the blade toward the top middle.
$180
GEC 721116LB
72 lockback in violet pioneer bone. This is a really cool one that you don't see very often. Has a couple of spots on the blade and some up and down play as these lockbacks are known for. Looks unused.
$315
GEC 541214M
54 Big Moose in tortoise shell acrylic. This is a rare one being one of 22 made. In fantastic condition.
$350

I was 9 weeks pregnant, but the sac was only measuring 7 weeks. I had zero bleeding or pain so decided to take misoprostol. I passed the sac 6 hours after taking the medication. I had moderate bleeding for a few days but this has calmed down lots.
Now, it’s been 10 days, but I’m still having light spotting. I’m seeing a little pink blood most times when I wipe and every now and again I’m seeing some pink or red blood in the pants.
Is this normal? Did anyone else experience this?
Thanks!

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Mandoloun "Official Winner" 2021 Kentucky Derby Via DQ.
This race has produced some superstitious outcomes!
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We know and all heard that there is such a thing as a haunted house. I am going on record here and saying the Louisiana Derby is now known as the "Haunted Race". Lets look at what has happened from horses out of this race in Kentucky in the last 4 years.
In 2019, favored War of Will doesn`t run a lick here, goes to Kentucky and is about to win the whole race at 20-1 and gets cut off badly by Maximum Security leading to the 1st ever disqualification in a Kentucky Derby. Two weeks later Will went on to Win the Preakness.
In 2021, favored Mandaloun doesn`t run a lick here, goes to Kentucky and runs his heart out at 26-1 only to get beat by a head to Medina Spirit. Month`s later Kentucky officials disqualify Medina Spirit and give the official win to Mandy leading to the 2nd disqualification in the race`s iconic history.
Unfortunately soon after Medina Spirit passed away.
Finally Last year, favored Epicenter Wins the Louisiana Derby! He goes to Kentucky and suffers a 2nd place finish to Rich Strike in one of the most stunning upsets in the 148 year history of the race.
Let`s all hope this aura and mystique of this races recent history has passed us by and we get to some sort of normalcy again!
WE NAILED THE LAST 4 DERBY PREPS & FEEL GOOD ABOUT MAKING IT 5
RACE
PICK
WINNER
PRICE
Gotham
Raise Cain
Raise Cain
$49.00
Fountain of Youth
Forte
Forte
$3.00
San Felipe
Practical Move
Practical Move
$10.40
Tampa Bay Derby
Tapit Thrice
Tapit Thrice
$3.00
The 2023 Louisiana Derby: Picks & Analysis
All Voodoo aside, this race traditionally wasn't a strong derby prep producing only 3 Derby winners in 100 years. In 2020, they increased the distance to 1 mile 3/16 which is only 1/16 shorter then the Derby making it the longest Derby prep. Since that time runners out of this race must be respected in Kentucky.
Top Pick: # 11 Jace`s Road 12-1 First off, what a cool name, Jace`s Road has tremendous connections as he is trained by Brad Cox who has 3 runners in here(We all seen this almost a million times- When a trainer has 3 horses its the one with the longest odds who wins). He`s owned by West Point Thoroughbreds- The Gold Standard when it comes to racing partnerships and yes West Point was part owners of FLIGHTLINE. Finally he is ridden by FLOJO the jockey, Florent Geroux. Flojo was aboard Mandaloun 2 years ago and has won the LA Derby 2 times(Wells Bayou & Gun Runner). Thats important because both those wins were in wire to wire fashion and Jace`s Road looks like he can do the same. The race is lacking speed, and Jace`s Road won the GunRunner Stakes over this course the day after Christmas in wire to wire fashion. Oh, the horse he beat that day, came back to win the Gotham stakes earlier this month by 8 lengths! Jace`s road bounced in the slop last start loosing to the TOP Derby prospect at that time in Baffert`s Arabian Knight. Cox is tremendous with horses off a bad performance. There are no scrates and the track is fast. All systems go, However, I don`t think were getting close to 12-1 here but make a nice Win & Place wager on Jace.
2nd Pick: # 1 Shopper`s Revenge 12-1 Trained by the world`s winningest trainer, Steve Assmussen, who has won this race 4 times most recently with Epicenter last year & ridden by stable jock Ricardo Santana who has been aboard for all 3 starts. Shopper`s Revenge will need to improve today and I think he should. Impeccably bred out of Tapit and by Stopchargingmaria(Mike Repole mare who won Breeders Cup Distaff) Revenge has shown versatility in his 3 starts winning wire to wire and closing from far back in his other 2 starts to be second both times. In his last start , he spotted the field several lengths and was five wide. Ass man got a bullet work from the gate into him last week so he should get a much better trip here and the price is right.
3rd Pick: #6 Kingsbarns 6-1 This lightly race colt has only 2 starts, but both nice wins and trainer Pletcher who has the 2 Derby favorites right now in Forte & Tapit Thrice can add another one if Kingsbarns hit the board here. Spendthrift farms paid $800K for him and they reached out to Flavor Flav- Flavien Prat to ride and he is traveling in from California. Pletcher , like Ass man, has also won the LA Derby four times. He is bred by Uncle Mo so should be able to get the distance and this field is not as deep as last years. I respect connections and will use.
4th Pick: # 2 Instant Coffee 2-1 Your morning line favorite and deservedly so. He is also trained by Brad Cox, winner of 3 of 4 starts with only loss coming to Forte. I will take a stand against at a short price or favorite and here is why.
First, his sire is Bolt Doro, who is doing well as a sire, however I have questions about the distance. Next, he is coming off a short layoff and I have to question if Cox has him fully cranked here. Finally his workouts are not fast, and he already has 32 points in the K derby points standings, so regardless he will have enough points to get into the K Derby with an off the board finish. No coffee for me today.
Recommended Play:
$25 Win & Place # 11 = $50
$2 Exacta Box 1-6-11 = $12
$1 Triple Box 1-2-6-11 = $24
Ironically , Pioneer of Medina , A 4 year old trained by Pletcher who ran in last years Kentucky Derby, is running in the 8th race-The New Orleans Handicap. He is in tough against Art Collector but I will use in pick 5 because of the Mystique of the Fair Grounds.
Up Next Week: Florida Derby- Could be small field and chalky as most are avoiding running against Forte.
Best of Luck & enjoy the races!
- Jimmy

I spend all of my daylight hours scared and alone in this musty old cellar.
It’s woeful, and I bet it smelled this bad even before everything around here turned to crap. Great. My second sentence and I’ve already resorted to swearing. When I decided I’d start this diary (five minutes ago when I got a tiny sliver of signal) I thought it would be my poetic and deeply-moving goodbye to the world. Maybe I’d write about love and loss, or maybe the splendour of nature. Then, when all is done and dusted, I’d have left something to be remembered by. As well as my corpse, of course.
This was a bad idea.
*
Okay, I’m an idiot. There’s nothing else I can do down here. I’ve rooted through every cardboard box a hundred times, organised and reorganised my supplies, I’ve even built a fort. So, I’m back. Hello. Again. God, this diary is going badly.
But there’s just enough light coming through the boards I nailed over the cellar’s tiny window to type by. So I may as well type. Stops me staring up at the window just waiting for a shadow to pass by.
Maybe I'll just write and not hit Submit. Right, where to start? Well, my name is – actually, I think I’m going to refer to myself as ‘X’. That sounds mysterious. If you’re reading this and want to know my real name, I still carry my purse. My railcard is in there and, if you really want to know who I am, go find me and fish it out. I won’t bite...
So, my name is X. I live in a little English village in the middle of nowhere. Before all this happened, I had a mum, a dad, a sister and there was a boy I liked, his name was Jonah.
*
I couldn’t think of anything else to write so I waited until I came back from my rounds. That’s the stupid name I have for when I go outside at night scrounging for stuff. Drinks are the hardest. I only trust bottles or cans, or did, and I was running out of places to search for them. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.
My leg is doing alright actually; didn’t hold me up at all. I saw Jonah too. He’s looked better, I have to say. It’s strange because this is only the second time I’ve seen him since we came here. Maybe his ears were burning.
Anyway, I found some tinned pineapple in a creepy old caravan I hadn’t searched yet. Had to bust the door open with Old Trusty – which I thought might attract some unwanted attention – but it was fine. I’m actually eating the pineapple right now, tastes good. I also found a radio in there. I already have three down here, but none of them work. Not that the caravan radio works either, all you get is static. It’s just nice to collect something. You know, to have a hobby.
*
I can tell the sun is rising. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but I woke up after a bad dream. I know some people can remember their dreams, but I never do. I wake up and grasp at them, but I never manage a hold before they fade away. It’s like trying to pinch the corner of a wisp of smoke; the harder you try, the quicker it fades to nothing. I’m just left with a sensation, a kind of imprint which sums up the most intense part of the dream.
And a cold sweat. That’s new.
*
I’ve been through the box of photo albums I found at the back of the cellar again. I’ve looked through them a few times now, but I always notice something new.
There’s a photo of this little girl playing with a pretend guitar. I can tell it’s pretend because it doesn’t have strings, only brightly-coloured plastic dials. Kind of like My First Guitar Hero or something. The girl has dark hair and she looks a tiny bit like my sister did a million years ago. I don’t have a picture of my sister. I suppose I could go and get one from my old house, but it’s right in the middle of the village. I’m lucky I wasn’t torn to shreds the last time I went back. So, what I’ve done is put this girl’s photo in my back pocket as a substitute.
I guess I should probably write something about my real sister now. But I don’t think that’s a good idea just yet.
*
Daylight is starting to fade and I’m getting ready to go out on my rounds. I always take my satchel with me, packed with useful objects. I have Old Trusty (a crowbar) which sticks out of the top for easy access, a small toolbox, a pair of heavy-duty gloves (there’s a good story about how I got those, I might write that one down later) and a hammer. I carry a penknife I found down here in my pocket, my purse and phone, and a torch in my hand.
I don’t like to use the torch because its battery is running out and there’s always the chance it might attract them. I probably shouldn’t have used it last night when I got back. Maybe I’m starting to enjoy this writing malarkey? I need to be careful with luxuries.
*
Okay, that could have gone better.
Picture the scene: I’m using Old Trusty to try and lever a kitchen window open, when one of them just walks right through the garden hedge. Seriously, straight through it. It’s not the mightiest of hedges but, still, it just appeared like it was walking through one of those Japanese paper walls. My satchel was on the ground, but I legged it anyway. I’m not stupid. I know I can go back for it tomorrow. I felt strangely naked without it on the way back here though.
Like I said before, I need to be careful with the torch so I think I’ll try and get some sleep now.
*
I slept pretty well last night; no nightmares or cold sweats. Maybe a midnight chase was just what I needed to blow away the cobwebs.
I actually woke up wondering about you. If you’re reading this, who are you? If you’re like me, living through this village nightmare, how have you managed to go this long without being killed or whatever? Maybe you’re Army or some such. Maybe you’re just some kid who’s played so many videogames that surviving all of this was already second nature to you. Or maybe you’re like me; living on borrowed time and searching for a good place to die. Maybe Future Me was brave enough to tap Submit on my diary and you're currently reading this on your phone or computer.
Here’s an idea. Maybe you can carry on this diary from wherever I left it at. God, I really hope this isn’t my last entry, although I suppose any entry might be. If you do carry the diary forwards, and I'm a corpse, maybe it will become cursed. Spooky.
*
I’ve been preparing for my next excursion.
If I know I’m going somewhere I’ll likely run into an ugly, I like to take extra precautions. And I want my satchel back. It was a present from my dad, and I know it cost him a lot of money.
So, I’m taking a pair of shears from the shelf of old tools down here. That way, if I lose Old Trusty, I’ll have a backup weapon.
If you are local, I wonder how you like to kill them? Pretty morbid question I know, but everyone around here seems to have their preferred method. The last villager I saw alive carried a pair of mini cricket bats and seemed to have bludgeoning down to an art form. He never saw me though, I was watching from a grove of trees as he killed his way along the main road near the village.
That was before I decided to stay inside during the daylight hours. We can at least see a little bit at night; ambient light and everything. They can’t though. I’ve seen them, they bump into things. It’s pretty funny to be honest. If they hear a noise, they walk in the direction of the sound, never trying to avoid any object in their path. They either bash said object out of the way, or, like that hedge, blunder right through it. Obviously bigger things stop them dead (ha!) though. If that happens, they sort of shuffle backwards and then try again a few times. Eventually – and I’ve seen this too – they just give up and stand there, waiting for something else to attract their attention.
That’s not how it works in the daytime though.
*
I think it’s about an hour before the sun sets so it’s nearly time to head out. I’m going to change my bandage. One minute.
Okay, it didn’t look that bad really. The original scratch wasn’t too deep and now the wound seems to be doing that scabbing thing I remember from normal injuries. It just doesn’t smell very good. A bit like when you walk past a bin that needs emptying.
Anyway, I’ve applied more antiseptic and redressed it. Time to go.
*
That was fun. I’m glad I had those shears with me.
I got my satchel back you’ll be happy to know. And I got inside that house I’d been trying to break into as well. More through necessity than choice in the end, but I’m pleased I did. I found more batteries! That means I can justify writing at night a bit more. In fact, the people who used to live there (I think the husband owned the local garage) were pretty well kitted out. There were a lot of tins in their cupboards, and they’d even left a shotgun. It wasn’t loaded though.
Not that I need a shotgun. I didn’t tell you this before, but I have my grandpa’s old service revolver. He always told me and my sister that it was decommissioned, but my dad apparently knew otherwise. I keep it tucked into the back of my jeans at all times. It had three bullets, one of them is gone, so only two left.
I’ll only be needing the one of course.
*
Morning. I’m feeling pretty low today. I think concentrating on getting my satchel back took my mind off things, but now I feel pretty deflated.
Surely that’s understandable? The village I knew and loved has been replaced with this sodding hell. I miss my family, my friends, TV and hot dinners and Instagram. Before all of this I was a pretty positive person. Sure, I had a bit of trouble getting up in the morning, but, once I was up, that was it. I’d meet the day’s challenges head on, try to enjoy myself as much as I could. Not today though.
Maybe if I write about Jonah I’ll cheer up. Not Jonah as he is now of course, Jonah when he was all smooth-skinned, curly-haired and bright-eyed. Now he’s like the anti-Jonah or something. His face looks like it lost a fight with an angry lobster. No, wait, I’m supposed to be writing about Jonah version one here.
He’s one of those people that I can’t remember meeting. My family has always lived around here and so there are lots of people who have just always been, if you get me. I always thought we would drunkenly get it together at a party – that’s what I’d usually do if there was a boy I liked. Classy.
*
I’ve perked up a bit. Out of sheer frustration I went upstairs (naughty, I know) and looked out of a window. Sure, I saw an ugly, wandering aimlessly as they always do, but I saw that the trees are starting to turn too. That means it’s nearly autumn, and I love autumn!
My sister and I always used to go out and kick leaves at each other in the autumn. I don’t know if it was because of her low centre of gravity, but my sister was amazing at it. She could somehow whip up a blazing whirlwind of golden-yellow and fire-red, surrounding us both in a leaf storm that I couldn’t help but flail my arms madly at. Then we’d both fall backwards into the leaves laughing, me wondering how on earth what had happened was possible. She was that good.
God, I let her down in the end.
*
I think I’ll stay away from the house with the shotgun tonight. It usually takes a day or two for a group of uglies to disperse once they’re all riled up. I could use the rest of that tinned food I suppose, but I’ve got plenty to be getting on with for now.
Instead, I think I’ll swing by another farmhouse I was scoping out before I decided to turn nocturnal. I never met the people who used to live there, but I remember Mum telling me they liked their privacy. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me visiting now though.
Also, there’s a woodland between here and there and I might be able to find some leaves to kick about a bit. I think that would make me feel close to my sister again.
I’ll check back in later.
*
I’m still alive, but only just.
I made it through the woods just fine (only the odd leaf on the forest floor at the moment though, sadly), the trouble started at the farmhouse. I couldn’t get in – the doors and windows were barricaded – so I tried one of the outbuildings. Locked. It had a cat flap though.
My first instinct was to leave it, but then I wondered if there might be something useful inside. Lord knows what thinking about it now. I lifted the cat flap with one hand and shone the torch beam through with my other. That’s when an ugly dived at my pinkies. Luckily, it misjudged its leap and got a mouthful of plastic cat flap instead. As for me, I fell backwards onto my bum.
Next, the damn thing started bashing on the door from the inside. I don’t think it could ever have got out, but the noise attracted more uglies from out of nowhere. I only just managed to outmanoeuvre them and hightail it back into the woods.
That’s not the worst of it though. On the way back my leg started to hurt. A lot.
*
I woke up this morning and I’m walking with a limp. It’s funny, Dad had a limp when he and Mum died. He was nailing planks of wood across our windows and doors because there was no signal (as per bloody usual) and we thought that what was happening here was probably happening everywhere. It's only recently that I realised this was an isolated, local outbreak. Anyway, Dad dropped the hammer onto his toe, he always was useless at DIY. I think it was only a couple of hours after that when he and Mum were taken.
It was like a wave of death. No, not like, that’s exactly what it was. A hoard of uglies swept through the village, probably originating from the secret research facility in the woods we're not supposed to know about. My sister and I wouldn’t have had a prayer if Mum and Dad hadn’t charged down the first few that got into our house. They gave us just enough time to escape, to run away and leave them to die. My sister was screaming all the way and I had to drag her like she was four again.
She wouldn’t speak to me for a few days after that. I didn’t blame her, I hated myself too. But I would have hated myself even more if I hadn’t done what I did next. On my own, I snuck back into our house with the crowbar I found here. Then I dispatched my parents. I can’t bring myself to type it any other way. It wasn’t like in the movies, I didn’t pound their skulls into mush whilst sobbing, ‘Why?’ over and over again. I just found them, or what was left of them, forced the crowbar through each of their eye sockets, and came straight back here.
Then came the crying.
*
I haven’t told you about the heavy-duty gloves yet, have I?
After I got back from our old house, my sister started speaking to me again. A shared, day-long cry will do that for sisters. Once we felt up to it, we decided to explore the parts of the farmhouse we hadn’t searched yet. All the bedrooms were empty, only a few belongings flung about the place (I suspect the previous tenants left in a hurry). The problem came when we investigated the attic. Once we’d opened the ceiling panel in the upstairs hallway, once we’d pulled the compact staircase down, I went up. My sister stood at the top of the hatchway shining the torch beam over my shoulder. And that’s when it touched me. Terrified, I fell to my left, screaming as the thing came crashing down on top of me. I was yelling things like, ‘Shoot it!’ and, ‘Run!’ but my sister was just laughing her head off. I soon realised that my attacker was in fact a shop-window mannequin.
I think the people who previously lived here must have been arty (or into some seriously freaky stuff) because the mannequin was dressed in scarves, bandannas, ties, watches – loads of things. The rest of the attic was pretty empty but at least we got the mannequin’s gloves.
*
I’m not feeling good at the moment. I’ve got a sore throat and I’ve coughed up blood a couple of times. My leg pain is getting worse too.
I don’t think I’ll go out tonight. I have enough tins left and one of them is a Full English In A Can. Sounds pretty disgusting, but intriguing at the same time. I’ve been saving it for near the end. A sort of consolation prize.
*
There are two mattresses down here. Obviously one is mine, and the other one was my sister’s. After she died, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I don’t have a photo of her, only Guitar Girl’s. Her bed is the only thing of hers I have left. And she didn’t even sleep in it that many times.
*
The tinned Full English was vile! You’ve got to laugh though, what else can you do?
*
I’m crying as I write this. Tears of sorrow, shame and regret.
It happened as we were searching a cottage just off of the main road. We’d used Old Trusty to get inside, and I’d rushed straight into the kitchen to find the food. We’d run out more than a day before and I was famished. My sister followed me into the kitchen, a wide grin on her pretty little face because I was sitting there with an open can of beans. Then one of them came at her from behind. I must have walked right past it on my stupid way to the cupboards. It bit into her neck and blood gushed over the tiles in a torrent. As she yelled out in agony, I leapt up and implanted the crowbar right into the thing’s skull. It crumpled to the floor, but the damage was done.
‘Don’t let me lose myself.’ That was the last thing my sister whispered to me before she passed out. Her wound was much more severe than mine is, and much closer to the brain. That seems to make it quicker. I took grandpa’s revolver from behind my back and blew her brains out.
I buried her in the back garden.
*
After my sister died I went kind of crazy. I took Old Trusty out across the fields and pulverised every ugly I could find. I don’t even remember it that well, it was just, find, kill, find, kill…
We’d only been going out in daylight before then but, in my anger, I carried on through the nights. That’s how I learned about their inability to evade in darkness. Eventually, though, one got me. I found three munching on a dead cow and ran straight at them. Took out the first two easily enough, but the third managed to scratch my leg with a bloody fingernail just before I clobbered it into oblivion. Once I realised its nail had broken the skin, it was like a switch had been flicked inside me. That’s it, I’m dead too. I lost my bloodlust and came back here.
*
If none of this had happened, I think my sister would have eventually gone into medicine. I was doing okay at College but she was top of her class at school. And she had a really kind nature too. She’d never squish any bugs that got trapped in our house; she’d get a glass, scoop the little critter up and seal it inside with a book. Then she’d take it outside and release it, even if it was a wasp.
*
I’ve decided that here’s not the place. I'll hit Submit and then I’m going to do it in those woods I wrote about; consider this diary as my Note. I’ll be able to find a nice spot to sit and look at the trees, some place that's calm and peaceful. I’m going to leave the picture of Guitar Girl in this cellar, she belongs in this house. The tree leaves will remind me of my sister more than any photo ever could anyway.
I guess all that’s left to say is thank you for listening.
I know it’s possible that no one will ever read this, but that’s not really the point is it?
Love,
X
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Thanks for reading! If you want more from this universe check out The X and Wye Anthology Series
-- Jack
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I'm giving away five different pocketfuls of mostly outdoor style items. The pockets are color coordinated and there are five sets.
One set per person. First person to comment the name of the set they want, wins it!
The sets are -
Light brown
Gold w/Cream
Pink
Beige
Green w/Grey
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I spend all of my daylight hours scared and alone in this musty old cellar.
It’s woeful, and I bet it smelled this bad even before everything around here turned to crap. Great. My second sentence and I’ve already resorted to swearing. When I decided I’d start this diary (five minutes ago when I got a tiny sliver of signal) I thought it would be my poetic and deeply-moving goodbye to the world. Maybe I’d write about love and loss, or maybe the splendour of nature. Then, when all is done and dusted, I’d have left something to be remembered by. As well as my corpse, of course.
This was a bad idea.
*
Okay, I’m an idiot. There’s nothing else I can do down here. I’ve rooted through every cardboard box a hundred times, organised and reorganised my supplies, I’ve even built a fort. So, I’m back. Hello. Again. God, this diary is going badly.
But there’s just enough light coming through the boards I nailed over the cellar’s tiny window to type by. So I may as well type. Stops me staring up at the window just waiting for a shadow to pass by.
Maybe I'll just write and not hit Submit. Right, where to start? Well, my name is – actually, I think I’m going to refer to myself as ‘X’. That sounds mysterious. If you’re reading this and want to know my real name, I still carry my purse. My railcard is in there and, if you really want to know who I am, go find me and fish it out. I won’t bite...
So, my name is X. I live in a little English village in the middle of nowhere. Before all this happened, I had a mum, a dad, a sister and there was a boy I liked, his name was Jonah.
*
I couldn’t think of anything else to write so I waited until I came back from my rounds. That’s the stupid name I have for when I go outside at night scrounging for stuff. Drinks are the hardest. I only trust bottles or cans, or did, and I was running out of places to search for them. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.
My leg is doing alright actually; didn’t hold me up at all. I saw Jonah too. He’s looked better, I have to say. It’s strange because this is only the second time I’ve seen him since we came here. Maybe his ears were burning.
Anyway, I found some tinned pineapple in a creepy old caravan I hadn’t searched yet. Had to bust the door open with Old Trusty – which I thought might attract some unwanted attention – but it was fine. I’m actually eating the pineapple right now, tastes good. I also found a radio in there. I already have three down here, but none of them work. Not that the caravan radio works either, all you get is static. It’s just nice to collect something. You know, to have a hobby.
*
I can tell the sun is rising. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but I woke up after a bad dream. I know some people can remember their dreams, but I never do. I wake up and grasp at them, but I never manage a hold before they fade away. It’s like trying to pinch the corner of a wisp of smoke; the harder you try, the quicker it fades to nothing. I’m just left with a sensation, a kind of imprint which sums up the most intense part of the dream.
And a cold sweat. That’s new.
*
I’ve been through the box of photo albums I found at the back of the cellar again. I’ve looked through them a few times now, but I always notice something new.
There’s a photo of this little girl playing with a pretend guitar. I can tell it’s pretend because it doesn’t have strings, only brightly-coloured plastic dials. Kind of like My First Guitar Hero or something. The girl has dark hair and she looks a tiny bit like my sister did a million years ago. I don’t have a picture of my sister. I suppose I could go and get one from my old house, but it’s right in the middle of the village. I’m lucky I wasn’t torn to shreds the last time I went back. So, what I’ve done is put this girl’s photo in my back pocket as a substitute.
I guess I should probably write something about my real sister now. But I don’t think that’s a good idea just yet.
*
Daylight is starting to fade and I’m getting ready to go out on my rounds. I always take my satchel with me, packed with useful objects. I have Old Trusty (a crowbar) which sticks out of the top for easy access, a small toolbox, a pair of heavy-duty gloves (there’s a good story about how I got those, I might write that one down later) and a hammer. I carry a penknife I found down here in my pocket, my purse and phone, and a torch in my hand.
I don’t like to use the torch because its battery is running out and there’s always the chance it might attract them. I probably shouldn’t have used it last night when I got back. Maybe I’m starting to enjoy this writing malarkey? I need to be careful with luxuries.
*
Okay, that could have gone better.
Picture the scene: I’m using Old Trusty to try and lever a kitchen window open, when one of them just walks right through the garden hedge. Seriously, straight through it. It’s not the mightiest of hedges but, still, it just appeared like it was walking through one of those Japanese paper walls. My satchel was on the ground, but I legged it anyway. I’m not stupid. I know I can go back for it tomorrow. I felt strangely naked without it on the way back here though.
Like I said before, I need to be careful with the torch so I think I’ll try and get some sleep now.
*
I slept pretty well last night; no nightmares or cold sweats. Maybe a midnight chase was just what I needed to blow away the cobwebs.
I actually woke up wondering about you. If you’re reading this, who are you? If you’re like me, living through this village nightmare, how have you managed to go this long without being killed or whatever? Maybe you’re Army or some such. Maybe you’re just some kid who’s played so many videogames that surviving all of this was already second nature to you. Or maybe you’re like me; living on borrowed time and searching for a good place to die. Maybe Future Me was brave enough to tap Submit on my diary and you're currently reading this on your phone or computer.
Here’s an idea. Maybe you can carry on this diary from wherever I left it at. God, I really hope this isn’t my last entry, although I suppose any entry might be. If you do carry the diary forwards, and I'm a corpse, maybe it will become cursed. Spooky.
*
I’ve been preparing for my next excursion.
If I know I’m going somewhere I’ll likely run into an ugly, I like to take extra precautions. And I want my satchel back. It was a present from my dad, and I know it cost him a lot of money.
So, I’m taking a pair of shears from the shelf of old tools down here. That way, if I lose Old Trusty, I’ll have a backup weapon.
If you are local, I wonder how you like to kill them? Pretty morbid question I know, but everyone around here seems to have their preferred method. The last villager I saw alive carried a pair of mini cricket bats and seemed to have bludgeoning down to an art form. He never saw me though, I was watching from a grove of trees as he killed his way along the main road near the village.
That was before I decided to stay inside during the daylight hours. We can at least see a little bit at night; ambient light and everything. They can’t though. I’ve seen them, they bump into things. It’s pretty funny to be honest. If they hear a noise, they walk in the direction of the sound, never trying to avoid any object in their path. They either bash said object out of the way, or, like that hedge, blunder right through it. Obviously bigger things stop them dead (ha!) though. If that happens, they sort of shuffle backwards and then try again a few times. Eventually – and I’ve seen this too – they just give up and stand there, waiting for something else to attract their attention.
That’s not how it works in the daytime though.
*
I think it’s about an hour before the sun sets so it’s nearly time to head out. I’m going to change my bandage. One minute.
Okay, it didn’t look that bad really. The original scratch wasn’t too deep and now the wound seems to be doing that scabbing thing I remember from normal injuries. It just doesn’t smell very good. A bit like when you walk past a bin that needs emptying.
Anyway, I’ve applied more antiseptic and redressed it. Time to go.
*
That was fun. I’m glad I had those shears with me.
I got my satchel back you’ll be happy to know. And I got inside that house I’d been trying to break into as well. More through necessity than choice in the end, but I’m pleased I did. I found more batteries! That means I can justify writing at night a bit more. In fact, the people who used to live there (I think the husband owned the local garage) were pretty well kitted out. There were a lot of tins in their cupboards, and they’d even left a shotgun. It wasn’t loaded though.
Not that I need a shotgun. I didn’t tell you this before, but I have my grandpa’s old service revolver. He always told me and my sister that it was decommissioned, but my dad apparently knew otherwise. I keep it tucked into the back of my jeans at all times. It had three bullets, one of them is gone, so only two left.
I’ll only be needing the one of course.
*
Morning. I’m feeling pretty low today. I think concentrating on getting my satchel back took my mind off things, but now I feel pretty deflated.
Surely that’s understandable? The village I knew and loved has been replaced with this sodding hell. I miss my family, my friends, TV and hot dinners and Instagram. Before all of this I was a pretty positive person. Sure, I had a bit of trouble getting up in the morning, but, once I was up, that was it. I’d meet the day’s challenges head on, try to enjoy myself as much as I could. Not today though.
Maybe if I write about Jonah I’ll cheer up. Not Jonah as he is now of course, Jonah when he was all smooth-skinned, curly-haired and bright-eyed. Now he’s like the anti-Jonah or something. His face looks like it lost a fight with an angry lobster. No, wait, I’m supposed to be writing about Jonah version one here.
He’s one of those people that I can’t remember meeting. My family has always lived around here and so there are lots of people who have just always been, if you get me. I always thought we would drunkenly get it together at a party – that’s what I’d usually do if there was a boy I liked. Classy.
*
I’ve perked up a bit. Out of sheer frustration I went upstairs (naughty, I know) and looked out of a window. Sure, I saw an ugly, wandering aimlessly as they always do, but I saw that the trees are starting to turn too. That means it’s nearly autumn, and I love autumn!
My sister and I always used to go out and kick leaves at each other in the autumn. I don’t know if it was because of her low centre of gravity, but my sister was amazing at it. She could somehow whip up a blazing whirlwind of golden-yellow and fire-red, surrounding us both in a leaf storm that I couldn’t help but flail my arms madly at. Then we’d both fall backwards into the leaves laughing, me wondering how on earth what had happened was possible. She was that good.
God, I let her down in the end.
*
I think I’ll stay away from the house with the shotgun tonight. It usually takes a day or two for a group of uglies to disperse once they’re all riled up. I could use the rest of that tinned food I suppose, but I’ve got plenty to be getting on with for now.
Instead, I think I’ll swing by another farmhouse I was scoping out before I decided to turn nocturnal. I never met the people who used to live there, but I remember Mum telling me they liked their privacy. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me visiting now though.
Also, there’s a woodland between here and there and I might be able to find some leaves to kick about a bit. I think that would make me feel close to my sister again.
I’ll check back in later.
*
I’m still alive, but only just.
I made it through the woods just fine (only the odd leaf on the forest floor at the moment though, sadly), the trouble started at the farmhouse. I couldn’t get in – the doors and windows were barricaded – so I tried one of the outbuildings. Locked. It had a cat flap though.
My first instinct was to leave it, but then I wondered if there might be something useful inside. Lord knows what thinking about it now. I lifted the cat flap with one hand and shone the torch beam through with my other. That’s when an ugly dived at my pinkies. Luckily, it misjudged its leap and got a mouthful of plastic cat flap instead. As for me, I fell backwards onto my bum.
Next, the damn thing started bashing on the door from the inside. I don’t think it could ever have got out, but the noise attracted more uglies from out of nowhere. I only just managed to outmanoeuvre them and hightail it back into the woods.
That’s not the worst of it though. On the way back my leg started to hurt. A lot.
*
I woke up this morning and I’m walking with a limp. It’s funny, Dad had a limp when he and Mum died. He was nailing planks of wood across our windows and doors because there was no signal (as per bloody usual) and we thought that what was happening here was probably happening everywhere. It's only recently that I realised this was an isolated, local outbreak. Anyway, Dad dropped the hammer onto his toe, he always was useless at DIY. I think it was only a couple of hours after that when he and Mum were taken.
It was like a wave of death. No, not like, that’s exactly what it was. A hoard of uglies swept through the village, probably originating from the secret research facility in the woods we're not supposed to know about. My sister and I wouldn’t have had a prayer if Mum and Dad hadn’t charged down the first few that got into our house. They gave us just enough time to escape, to run away and leave them to die. My sister was screaming all the way and I had to drag her like she was four again.
She wouldn’t speak to me for a few days after that. I didn’t blame her, I hated myself too. But I would have hated myself even more if I hadn’t done what I did next. On my own, I snuck back into our house with the crowbar I found here. Then I dispatched my parents. I can’t bring myself to type it any other way. It wasn’t like in the movies, I didn’t pound their skulls into mush whilst sobbing, ‘Why?’ over and over again. I just found them, or what was left of them, forced the crowbar through each of their eye sockets, and came straight back here.
Then came the crying.
*
I haven’t told you about the heavy-duty gloves yet, have I?
After I got back from our old house, my sister started speaking to me again. A shared, day-long cry will do that for sisters. Once we felt up to it, we decided to explore the parts of the farmhouse we hadn’t searched yet. All the bedrooms were empty, only a few belongings flung about the place (I suspect the previous tenants left in a hurry). The problem came when we investigated the attic. Once we’d opened the ceiling panel in the upstairs hallway, once we’d pulled the compact staircase down, I went up. My sister stood at the top of the hatchway shining the torch beam over my shoulder. And that’s when it touched me. Terrified, I fell to my left, screaming as the thing came crashing down on top of me. I was yelling things like, ‘Shoot it!’ and, ‘Run!’ but my sister was just laughing her head off. I soon realised that my attacker was in fact a shop-window mannequin.
I think the people who previously lived here must have been arty (or into some seriously freaky stuff) because the mannequin was dressed in scarves, bandannas, ties, watches – loads of things. The rest of the attic was pretty empty but at least we got the mannequin’s gloves.
*
I’m not feeling good at the moment. I’ve got a sore throat and I’ve coughed up blood a couple of times. My leg pain is getting worse too.
I don’t think I’ll go out tonight. I have enough tins left and one of them is a Full English In A Can. Sounds pretty disgusting, but intriguing at the same time. I’ve been saving it for near the end. A sort of consolation prize.
*
There are two mattresses down here. Obviously one is mine, and the other one was my sister’s. After she died, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I don’t have a photo of her, only Guitar Girl’s. Her bed is the only thing of hers I have left. And she didn’t even sleep in it that many times.
*
The tinned Full English was vile! You’ve got to laugh though, what else can you do?
*
I’m crying as I write this. Tears of sorrow, shame and regret.
It happened as we were searching a cottage just off of the main road. We’d used Old Trusty to get inside, and I’d rushed straight into the kitchen to find the food. We’d run out more than a day before and I was famished. My sister followed me into the kitchen, a wide grin on her pretty little face because I was sitting there with an open can of beans. Then one of them came at her from behind. I must have walked right past it on my stupid way to the cupboards. It bit into her neck and blood gushed over the tiles in a torrent. As she yelled out in agony, I leapt up and implanted the crowbar right into the thing’s skull. It crumpled to the floor, but the damage was done.
‘Don’t let me lose myself.’ That was the last thing my sister whispered to me before she passed out. Her wound was much more severe than mine is, and much closer to the brain. That seems to make it quicker. I took grandpa’s revolver from behind my back and blew her brains out.
I buried her in the back garden.
*
After my sister died I went kind of crazy. I took Old Trusty out across the fields and pulverised every ugly I could find. I don’t even remember it that well, it was just, find, kill, find, kill…
We’d only been going out in daylight before then but, in my anger, I carried on through the nights. That’s how I learned about their inability to evade in darkness. Eventually, though, one got me. I found three munching on a dead cow and ran straight at them. Took out the first two easily enough, but the third managed to scratch my leg with a bloody fingernail just before I clobbered it into oblivion. Once I realised its nail had broken the skin, it was like a switch had been flicked inside me. That’s it, I’m dead too. I lost my bloodlust and came back here.
*
If none of this had happened, I think my sister would have eventually gone into medicine. I was doing okay at College but she was top of her class at school. And she had a really kind nature too. She’d never squish any bugs that got trapped in our house; she’d get a glass, scoop the little critter up and seal it inside with a book. Then she’d take it outside and release it, even if it was a wasp.
*
I’ve decided that here’s not the place. I'll hit Submit and then I’m going to do it in those woods I wrote about; consider this diary as my Note. I’ll be able to find a nice spot to sit and look at the trees, some place that's calm and peaceful. I’m going to leave the picture of Guitar Girl in this cellar, she belongs in this house. The tree leaves will remind me of my sister more than any photo ever could anyway.
I guess all that’s left to say is thank you for listening.
I know it’s possible that no one will ever read this, but that’s not really the point is it?
Love,
X
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Thanks for reading! If you want more from this universe check out The X and Wye Anthology Series
-- Jack
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In the small town of Zesceil, Kyssla Silverwing had dusted off the ethers of sleep, and with belayed horror, realized a certain undeniable truth.
 
The previous day, the Level 17 [Maid] had expected the weekend, and the coming week, to be filled with relaxation. The Terscales had taken a temporary reprieve from town, giving her ample time to tend to her own personal desires.
 
Kyssla had planned to do some gardening, as it was her great interest. She loved to tend to plants and care for them. There was a satisfaction in watching the seeds grow into a virile flowering plant, into helping all forms of life flourish and change. She had even levelled from her work, becoming a Level 6 [Gardener].
 
However, when she had risen in the morning, Kyssla had encountered a problem that was unsolvable.
 
On this day, she was no longer a Level 17 [Maid].
 
Kyssla Silverwing was a Level 52 [Spy of Becoming].
 
 
Kyssla took a glance around her humble place with fear and longing. The room she had cared for and loved now carried with it a sinister character. It was a simply furnished space, but she had enjoyed how the yellow walls twin'd her scales, how when it rained, it pitter-pattered softly against the glass windows, and how when it snowed, the glittering powder fell gently upon the colorful cobbled streets below.
 
A single tear fell from her eye, a crystal of emotion, bringing with it a coming storm.
 
"I'm real."
 
There was never a more childish, but uniquely cognizant statement to come from living beings. It was an assertion inviting no room for query. A declaration meant to reassure herself of her own being. To keep a fractured Drake whole.
 
"I'm not going crazy."
 
"I'm not going crazy."
 
Then a sudden pause cutting short her murmurs, brought on by realization.
 
"I am crazy. I am a crazy person."
 
The 28 year old Drake took a deep, shaking breath, raising her trembling claws to wipe away the tears that stung her eyes and sullied her dress. As if the action would make her stronger in this moment, giving her the strength to continue forward.
 
"A-Ancestors."
 
Was there ever a Kyssla Silverwing?
 
 
The Skills she had spent her entire adult life building had vanished. The joy of her level-ups and progress in her Class, smashed to naught. Kyssla had not even the 6 Levels in [Gardener] that brought her so much satisfaction.
 
Kyssla realized how dire her situation truly was.
 
Who was she, really?
 
She moaned with emotional pain. Trying to force air into her stricken lungs.
 
Was she just the product of a Skill?
 
The tremors in her hands refused to subside, adreneline eternal. The [Spy of Becoming] drew closer to the horrid thoughts, to the root of matters, the false core of things.
 
Was she even a Drake?
 
It refused to leave her, like a demon taking hold. The distrust of her reality grew ever stronger. The young woman spiraled further down.
 
She might not even originally be female. Every memory, every wonder about her life was most likely a flawed assumption.
 
"This is all an illusion, it has to be. I-I'm real."
 
There were now many Skills possessed by her, from being a Level 52 [Spy of Becoming]. But only one Skill made her shiver. That singular Skill terrified her, and she wished there were a way to deny it, to destroy it.
 
[Become New Identity]
 
She had to be real. The Drake looked around at her abode, at the history here. This space had been inhabited by her for a years time. She sent back letters to her parents, she spoke with friends. The seasons had changed, from winter to winter. These comfortable worn walls kept her safe and happy.
 
She had to be real. She looked fondly on the times she whiled away here, she enjoyed working for the kindly Terscales family. It was a great fortune for her to be able to be a [Maid] here. The pay was mediocre, and the work challenging at times, but the lodging and food were free and she was never refused a day off. The other [Maid]'s were nice, and she had levelled 3 times in the past year from her work here.
 
She had to be real.
 
She
 
Had
 
To
 
Be
 
Real
 
 
A [Monk]'s tranquility came over Kyssla Silverwing. She had parents. She remembered her parents. She knew where they lived.
 
The journey from the City of Color, Zesceil, to Reiln was a long one. Never before had she so desired to make that same journey in reverse. The memory was still there, of the adventure from her home city to Zesceil, of the winding roads the wagon went down, of the other towns she had passed. A journey where she transformed from the nervous Drake hailing from the small town of Reiln, into the Drake who was finally coming into her own.
 
Her feeling was of loss, as she truly loved this city. Her possessions weren't many, and the time it took was short, for her things to be packed. All emotions fit into her small suitcase. The walls of her fortress seemed to become grayer as she went, and a look of conflict took hold in her deep blue eyes.
 
Although her Class had changed, the Drake that it contained had not. For all the mystique and intrigue of being a [Spy] had grabbed her, she couldn't bear to leave without a word. Her lithe claws, worn from a [Maid]'s labours, took hold of the pen with an unnatural stillness, and she wrote a solemn letter apologizing for her coming absence.
 
Despite her desire, it was a herculian task for Kyssla to speak to anyone she knew in her current state. With her Skills, she could become anybody, but at this moment the only person she wanted to be was herself. And she found it unbearable to show those who had treated her so kindly that she was to potentially abandon them in a moments notice.
 
The pink letter was placed with care upon her wooden door, her uniform laid neatly on the bed, and then she took the first wobbling step of her journey.
 
 
The air had a harsh smell to it, as she stepped out of the manor and onto the streets of the City of Color. Her breathe created its own fog to accompany the empty silent mourning. The sun had not yet risen, and so it was of the hour when even ne'erdowells refuse to stalk the painted streets.
 
The recent snow seemed to absorb all sound, making her feel incredibly self-conscious as she plodded through the glittering stuff, towards her destination. The Driver's Guild. Normally she would follow the lines painted on the roads to get to her port of call, but these streets she had travelled well.
 
It was a day's journey to Reiln, and Kyssla remembered that it had felt like an eternity to arrive here the previous year. In fact, she now recollected that she wore the same clothing upon arrival, as if this were all a circle.
 
The City of Color was a city she would never forget. It hurt to even think about it. She still beheld the desire to stop and look closely at every mural dotted around the city, at every building painted with care. Everything was colorful here, including the people within.
 
She reached a trembling hand to her coinpurse to check for the fifth time. More than enough coin for her to make the trip to Reiln and back. Within her was the hope that she would be making the journey back. The Drake bit her lip nervously, nearly drawing blood. Reiln.
 
Soon enough the building for the Driver's Guild came into sight. It was a modest stone building, as they tended to be, and the orange stone invoked the rustic sensation of home, just to lay eyes upon it. Kyssla was sure that for many it invoked in them the same emotion. For most who needed to travel, the Driver's Guild was a way to get home, and home was always a welcome sight wherever one may find it.
 
Creak.
 
The Drake's claws pried open the door with a jitter. It was warm inside, and the [Maid] made sure to quickly and quietly shut the door, afraid the air would escape. At the desk was a young male Drake with bronze scales. He didn't recognize her, and it wasn't due to her Skills.
 
"H-hello? I'd like to make a trip to Reiln, fast. I can pay, please."
 
She plonked a few coins down on the desk and looked the man in the eyes. Her look must have been truly tragic, because the [Receptionist] gave her a startled glance, and then ran to get a [Driver] from some location closer to the stables.
 
In almost no time the Drake returned. She could tell that adreneline was rushing through his veins. Things were probably fairly slow here, and a request like this uncommon for a town like Zesceil.
 
"Follow me, Ma'am. This will be a priority, you'll be in Reiln as fast as we can get you there."
 
A wave of relief washed over her as she followed the man out to a carriage that was already waiting for her. Any number of Skills could have made her keep her composure, but instead, she climbed inside and started to cry.
 
 
The [Driver] was making quick work of the journey. What had been a day's time, seemed to be cut closer to 4-5 hours. By some means, the trip still felt longer than her first arrival. It was a smooth ride too, which made her nerves worse. Just her and the inside of the carriage, seperated from the world outside.
 
Scenery flew by the window, so different from a year ago. As the carriage travelled, she too travelled back in time. All of her worries started to meld together. Like broth for a stew, her thoughts percolated.
 
It was agony, to wait. The polite [Maid] didn't want to impose upon the carriage [Driver], to request him to go faster for her worries. Her parents. She would see her parents, or at least observe them from afar. It no longer mattered to her if they were her parents, or if she had taken the identity of someone else, she just needed them to exist.
 
Already she missed the painted brickwork of Zesceil. It was her ideal city. As a child Kyssla had heard stories, and more than any of the Walled Cities, it was Zesceil that called to her. Regardless of how this ended, she wanted to bring her parents back with her to the City of Color. It was a selfish desire, but that was all she wanted.
 
A pit positioned itself deep in her stomach. The [Spy] took a glance out the window and saw her destination was near. Her internal sundial moved closer to nightfall, as the Drake beheld Reiln. She had lived here for most of her life.
 
 
Getting through the gate had been no issue, the [Guards] hadn't even taken a look inside her carriage. The walls should have given her a feeling of safety, but instead it made the anxiety worse. Kyssla then realized with horror, that the [Driver] was taking her directly to her childhood home, not to the guild. He must have had a Skill for it.
 
Clip clop
 
Creak
 
The wagon came to a halt, then the door opened, a wall of rarefied light. The [Driver] said nothing, and at this moment that was all she desired. It pulled away, heading to the guild, she was sure. The shaken [Maid] felt silly as a feeling of unhappiness washed over her. That man had a schedule, and she had just ruined it.
 
Crunch
 
Crunch
 
Kyssla's legs involuntarily carried her through the snow, closer to that sacred destination. Then they stopped so suddenly she felt her knees pop, as she noticed her parents through the window, preparing for their day.
 
It hit her. She was Kyssla Silverwing. She had no memories of how she became a [Spy], no scars, no old injuries. No hidden letters, no old secrets. She was simply herself. All along, whoever she had been, she had really wanted to be the Level 17 [Maid] who did a bit of gardening in Zesceil. Who missed her parents and wanted them to come be with her there. Who had a sunny disposition and took whatever life threw at her in stride. She hadn't used [Become New Identity] to spy on the family or to be someone else. She had used it to become herself. To wipe away who she hadn't wanted to be, the [Spy], and live the simpler life that she had always wanted. She was the true Kyssla Silverwing all along.
 
With a deep breath her emotions steadied. The world made sense. Then, the [Spy] was gone, and the Level 18 [Maid] raised a claw to the worn wooden door, and she knocked.
 
Knock
 
Knock
 
Knock
 
It opened, and accompanying the expression of surprise and happiness on her parents' face, she spoke the simplest worlds in the world for her now.
 
"Sorry for the sudden intrusion, I've come home to visit."