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[H] Kartkraft, Call To Arms, Slay The Spire, Pathfinder WotR, Hell Let Loose, SCUM, Gotham Knights, Back 4 Blood, ETS2, Obduction, State Of Decay 2 Juggernaut, Tower Unite, Man Of Medan & Little Hope, Friday 13th, Satisfactory, Mordhau, Empyrion & 100's more [W] Wishlist, Paypal (EU)

2023.03.25 12:04 dinkomaricic [H] Kartkraft, Call To Arms, Slay The Spire, Pathfinder WotR, Hell Let Loose, SCUM, Gotham Knights, Back 4 Blood, ETS2, Obduction, State Of Decay 2 Juggernaut, Tower Unite, Man Of Medan & Little Hope, Friday 13th, Satisfactory, Mordhau, Empyrion & 100's more [W] Wishlist, Paypal (EU)

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No interest in TF2 keys
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Don't offer me VR games as I don't own a VR headset

List of games I have:
Also have the Earthquake Relief bundle,but reddit wont let me write all the games cause my topic would be too big - just ask
7 Billion Humans
8Doors Arum's Afterlife Adventure
10 Second Ninja X
60 Seconds!
112 Operator
140
198X
911 Operator
A Case Of Distrust
A Year Of Rain
Absolver
Aeolis Tournament
Age Of Wonders III
Ageless
Airport CEO
AI War 2
Alien Spidy
Aliens Vs Predator Collection
All You Can Eat
Almost There The Platformer
American Fugitive
Amnesia A Machine For Pigs + The Dark Descent (1 key for both games)
Amnesia Fortnight 2012
Amnesia Fortnight 2014
Amnesia Fortnight 2017
Amnesia Rebirth (X2)
Among Us (X2)
Ancestors The Humankind Odyssey (EU & Africa lock)
Aragami (X2)
Archamon
Armello
Army Men RTS
Attack Of The Earthlings
Automobilista
Aven Colony
Avernum 3 Ruined World
Azkend 2 The World Beneath
Back 4 Blood (EU region lock)
Backbone
Band Of Defenders
Banished
Baseball Riot
Batora Lost Haven NEW
Battlestar Galactica Deadlock
Beholder 2
Bendy And The Dark Revival
Bendy And The Ink Machine
Betrayer (delisted)
Between The Stars (X2)
Beyond Eyes
Beyond The Wire
Biomutant NEW
Bionic Commando
Bird Of Light
Black Paradox
Blade Assault
Blasphemous
Bohemian Killing
Book Of Demons
Bomber Crew Deluxe
Borderlands 3 + Director's Cut (EMEA region lock)
Boreal Blade
Broken Age (X2)
Brothers A Tale Of Two Sons (X2)
Butcher
Call Of Juarez
Call Of The Sea (X2)
Call To Arms Basic Edition
Call To Arms Gates Of Hell Ostfront
Car Mechanic Simulator 2018
Chenso Club
Chernobylite Enhanced Edition (X2)
Cities In Motion 2
CivCity Rome
Clone Drone In The Danger Zone
Clouds & Sheep 2
Coffin Dodgers
Cook Serve Delicious 3
Command & Conquer Remastered Collection (Origin key)
Company Of Heroes Complete Edition
Control Ultimate Edition NEW
Corridor Z
Cosmic Osmo And The World Beyond The Mackerel
Crash Drive 3
Creatures Inc
Crookz The Big Heist
Crossbow Bloodnight
Crusader Kings Complete
Crying Suns
Dagon The Eldritch Box
Danger Scavenger
Day Of Infamy
Dead Age
Dead By Daylight
Dead In Vinland
Deadly Premonition Director's Cut
Deadbeat Heroes (X2)
Dear Ester Landmark Edition
Death Squared
Deep Dungeons Of Doom
Deep Sky Derelicts
Demon Turf NEW
Deployment
Desert Child
Diaries Of A Spaceport Janitor
Dicey Dungeons (X2)
Dimension Drifter
Distraint 2 + Soundtrack
Divekick
Dog Sled Saga
Double Fine Adventures Complete Series Deluxe
Downwell
Drawful 2
Draw Slasher
Dreadlands
Dread Templar
Dread X Collection
Dreamscaper NEW
Driftland The Magic Revival
Dry Downing
Duke Nukem Forever Collection
Dungeon Marathon
Dungeon Of The Endless
Dungeons 2
Dungeons 2 Complete
Dungeons 3
Dusk
Dwarfs!?
Eador Imperium
EarthX
Eastside Hockey Manager
ECHO
Edge Of Eternity NEW
Effie
Elderborn
Eldest Souls
Elden Path Of The Forgotten
Embr
Emily Is Away
Empyrion Galactic Survival
Epic Manager
E.T. Armies Deluxe Edition
Etherborn (X2)
Euro Truck Simulator 2
Europa Universalis IV
Evergarden
Expeditions Viking
F1 2018 (delisted)
Family Man
Fantasy Blacksmith
Fantasy Versus
Farmer's Dynasty
Farming Simulator 17
FIA European Truck Racing
Figment (X2)
Finding Paradise
Fire Ungh's Quest
First Class Trouble
Five Dates
Fling To The Finish
Fluffy Horde
Fobia St. Dinfna Hotel
Forgive Me Father
Framed Collection (X2)
Friday the 13th: The Game (X2)
Frog Detective 1 The Haunted Island (X2)
Full Throttle Remastered
Fun With Ragdolls The Game
Fury Unleashed (X2)
Gang Beasts
Garage Bad Trip (X2)
Gas Guzzlers Extreme
Gas Station Simulator
Gauge
Genesis Noir
Ghostrunner
Giana Sisters Twisted Dreams + Rise Of The Owlverlord
GNOG
Go Home Dinosaurs!
Goat Of Duty
Goetia (X2)
Going Under (X2)
Golden Light
Golf Gang
GoNNER
Gotham Knights
Grand Ages Medieval
Grand Pigeon's Duty
Greak Memories Of Azur
Gremlins Inc.
Grip Combat Racing + Cygon + Nyvoss + Terra + Vintek DLC (X2)
Guts And Glory (X2)
Hack'n'Slash
Haiku The Robot (X2)
Hamilton's Great Adventure
Hammerfight
Headlander
Heal
Hedon Bloodrite
Hell Let Loose
Hellblade Senua's Sacrifice NEW
Hello Neighbor
Hellbound
Hero Defense
Hero's Hour NEW (EU region lock)
Hexologic
Hidden & Dangerous Action Pack
Hidden & Dangerous 2 Courage Under Fire
Hive Jump (X2)
Hiveswap Act 2
Hiveswap Friend Sim
Hiveswap Friend Sim Complete
Homeworld Deserts Of Kharak
Hotshot Racing
Hot Tin Roof The Cat That Wore A Fedora
Hot Wheels Unleashed
Hover (X2)
Human Resource Machine
Hurtworld
I Am Bread
I Am Not A Monster First Contact
Ice Lakes
If Found...
Ikenfell
Impact Winter (delisted)
In Between
Industria
Inexistence Rebirth NEW
Infinite Air With Mark McMorris (delisted)
Influent NEW
Inmost
Internet Cafe Simulator
Interplanetary Enhanced Edition
Intruder
Ion Fury
Iron Danger
Iron Harvest
Jack Axe
Jalopy
Jet Set Knights
Juanito Arcade Mayhem
Jump Stars
Jurassic World Evolution
Jurassic World Evolution 2 NEW
Just Die Already
KartKraft
Kathy Rain Directors Cut
Keep Talking And Nobody Explodes (X2)
Kill To Collect
Kingdom Classic (X2)
Kingdom New Lands
Kingdoms Of Amalur Re-Reckoning Fate Edition
King Oddball
Last Oasis
Last Tide
Lawn Mowing Simulator
Lead And Gold Gangs Of Wild West (X2)
Legacy Of Dorn Herald Of Oblivion (delisted)
Legend Of Keepers Career Of A Dungeon Master
LEGO Movie Videogame
Leisure Suit Larry Retro Bundle (1 to 7)
Lethal League Blaze
Liberated (GOG key)
Lifeless Planet Premium Edition
Light Fall
Little Big Workshop
Love Is Dead
Lust For Darkness
Lust From Beyond M Edition
Magicka
Magrunner Dark Pulse
Maid Of Sker
Main Assembly (X2)
Mainlining
Mars Horizon
Masquerade The Baubles Of Doom
Max Payne 3 (Rockstar Launcher)
Midnight Protocol
Mind Scanners
Mini Metro
Miscreated (X2)
Monster Crown NEW
Monster Train Collectors Edition
Moon Hunters
Morbid The Seven Acolytes
Mordhau
Mosaic
Motorcycle Mechanic Simulator 2021
Motorsport Manager
Mount And Blade Warband
Mountain
My Lovely Daughter
Nairi Tower Of Shirin
Naruto To Boruto Shinobi Striker
Nascar Heat 5 Ultimate
Nebuchadnezzar
NecroVisioN Lost Company
NecroWorn
Neighbours Back From Hell
Neo Cab
Neon Abyss
NeuroVoider
Neverout
Niche
Nickelodeon All Star Brawl (X2)
Ninjin Clash Of Carrots
No Time To Relax
Not Tonight
Numba Deluxe
Obduction
Observation
Octahedron
Odyssey The Story Of Science
Of Orcs And Men
Old School Musical
OlliOlli World Rad Edition
On Rusty Trails
One Finger Death Punch 2
Onikira Demon Killer
Orbital Racer
Orcs Must Die 2 Complete
Original War
Orwell Ignorance Is Strength
Out Of Reach Treasure Royal
Overlord II
Overpass
Override Mech City Brawl
Oxenfree
Pacer
Paint The Town Red
Paper Fire Rookie
Paradise Lost
Pathfinder Wrath Of The Righteous
Pathologic 2
Path Of Giants
Paw Paw Paw
Payday 2 + Big Mike mask
Peaky Blinders Mastermind (delisted)
Penarium
People Playground (X2)
Perfect Heist 2
PGA Tour 2K21 (X2)
Phoenix Point Year One Edition
Pikuniku
Pine
Pinstripe (X2)
Pixplode
Plane Mechanic Simulator
Playne The Meditation Game
Poöf
Popup Dungeon
Post Void
Pound Of Ground (X2)
PowerSlave Exhumed
Prehistoric Kingdom
Primal Carnage Extinction (X2)
Project Cars GOTY (delisted)
Project Hospital
Project Warlock
Pumped BMX+
Punch Club
Purrfect Date
Quest Of Dungeons
RAD (X2)
Radio Commander
Rad Rodgers Radical Edition
Railroad Tycoon 2
Railroad Tycoon 3
Railway Empire
Raji An Ancient Epic
Rebel Cops
Rec Center Tycoon
Red Faction Armageddon
Red Solstice 2 Survivors
Redeemer Enhanced Edition
Redout Enhanced Edition
Re-Legion
Relicta
Remothered Broken Porcelain
Resident Evil 4
Resident Evil 5 Gold Edition
Resident Evil 6
Resident Evil Revelations (X2)
Resident Evil Revelation 2 Deluxe Edition
Retimed
Retrowave
Reventure
Ring Of Pain
Rings Of Saturn
Riot Civil Unrest
Rise Of Industry
Rise Of Insanity
Riven The Sequel To MYST
Roarr! The Adventures Of Rampage Rex
Roboquest
Rogue Heroes Ruins Of Tasos
Rogue Lords NEW
Rogue Stormers
Rover Mechanic Simulator
RPG Maker VX
Rustler
Sable NEW
Salt And Sanctuary
Satellite Reign
Satisfactory
Saturday Morning RPG
Say No! More
SCUM (X2)
ScourgeBringer
Serious Sam 2
Serious Sam BFE (X2)
Serious Sam Classics Revolution
Serious Sam Double D XXL
Serious Sam HD The First & Second Encounter (1 key for both)
Serious Sam HD The Second Encounter Legend Of The Beast
Serious Sam HD The Second Encounter Serious 8
Serious Sam Kamikaze Attack
Serious Sam The Random Encounter
Serious Sam Bogus Detour
Shadow Tactics Aiko's Choice
Shady Part Of Me
She Remembered Caterpillars
She Will Punish Them
Shing!
Shock Troopers
Shogun's Empire Hex Commander NEW
Shuyan Saga
Sid Meier's Civilization VI
Sid Meier's Railroads
Simulacra Collection
Skullgirls 2nd Encore
Skully
Slay The Spire
Slime Rancher
Slinger VR
Smoke And Sacrifice (X2)
Sniper Elite V2 Remastered
Sniper Elite 4 Deluxe + Season Pass
SOMA
Song Of Iron
Soulblight
Spacebase DF-9
Space Hulk Ascension (delisted)
Sparkle 2
Sparkle Unleashed
Spellcaster University
Spelunx And The Caves Of Mr. Seudo
Stacking
Starsand (X2)
Star Wars Jedi Knight Jedi Academy
Star Wars Knights Of The Old Republic
Stasis
State Of Decay 2 Juggernaut Edition (X2)
State Of Mind
Steel Rats
Stick Fight The Game (X3)
Stories Untold
Streets Of Fury EX
Strider
Struggling
Stubbs The Zombie
Styx Shards Of Darkness
Submerged Hidden Depths
Suchart Genius Artist Simulator NEW
Super Indie Carts
Super Magbot
Supraland
SurrounDead (X2)
Surviving The Aftermath
Suzerain
Swag And Sorcery
Sword Legacy Omen
Swords And Soldiers 2 Shawarmageddon
Swords And Souls Neverseen (X2)
Syberia II
Syberia 3 Deluxe Edition
Syberia The World Before NEW
Syndrome
System Shock Enhanced Edition
Table Manners The Physics-Based Dating Game
Tabletop Playground
Tacoma
Take On Helicopters
Tales From Candlekeep Tomb Of Annihilation (delisted)
Tales Of Monkey Island Complete
Talisman Digital Edition + City,Frostmarch,Sacred Pool (trading only as a bundle)
Talisman Origins
Tank Mechanic Simulator
Tannenberg
Telefrag VR
Teleglitch Die More Edition
Tennis In The Face
Tennis World Tour (X2)
Tesla Vs Lovecraft
Tharsis (X2)
The Amazing American Circus
The Ambassador Fractured Timelines
The Adventure Pals
The Battle Of Polytopia
The Battle Of Polytopia Moonrise Deluxe
The Count Lucador
The Dark Pictures Anthology Little Hope
The Dark Pictures Anthology Man Of Medan
The Free Ones (delisted)
The Golf Club 2019 featuring PGA Tour
theHunter Call Of The Wild (X3)
The Journey Down Chapter Three
The King Of Fighters 2002 Unlimited Match
The Last Blade
The Long Dark Survival Edition (X2)
The Manhole Masterpiece Edition
The Mims Beginning
The Night Of The Rabbit
The Serpent Rogue
The Signifier Director's Cut
The Textorcist The Story of Ray Bibbia (X2)
The Uncertain Last Quiet Day (X2)
The USB Stick Found In The Grass
The Walking Dead Season 1 + 400 Days
The Wild Eight (X2)
There Is No Game Wrong Dimension
They Bleed Pixels
Think Of The Children
This War Of Mine
Thronebreaker The Witcher Tales
THOTH
Through The Darkest Of Times
Timeshift
Time Recoil
Titan Quest Anniversary
Toejam & Earl Back In The Groove
TOEM
Tohu
Tools Up
Tooth And Tail (X2)
Torchlight (X2)
Total Tank Simulator
Toto Temple Deluxe
Tower Of Time (X2)
Tower Unite
Townscaper (X2)
Townsmen A Kingdom Rebuilt
Toybox Turbos
Tracks The Train Set Game
Train Station Renovation
Treasure Hunter Simulator (X2)
Tribes Of Midgard
Tropico 4
True Fear Forsaken Souls Part 1
Tyranny Deluxe Edition
Ultra Street Fighter IV
Unexplored
Unloved
Unmetal
Unshaded NEW
Vambrace Cold Soul
Vane
Velocibox
Verdun (X2)
Vikings Wolves Of Midgard
Volcanoids (X2)
V Rally 4
Wanderlust Travel Stories (GOG key)
Wandersong
Warhammer End Times Vermintide
Warlock Master Of The Arcane
Warpips
Warsaw
Wasteland 2 Director's Cut NEW
We Are The Dwarves
We Should Talk
West Of Dead
Western Press
We Were Here Together
When Ski Lifts Go Wrong
Where The Water Tastes Like Wine
While True: Learn() Chief Technology Officer Edition
White Day: A Labyrinth Named School
Wooden Sen'SeY
Worms Rumble + Legends DLC
Wrath Aeon Of Ruin
XCOM Complete Pack
XCOM Ultimate Collection
Xenoraid The First Space War
X Morph Defense + European Assault + Last Bastion + Survival Of The Fittest (1 key for all)
XIII Classic
Xuan-Yuan Sword The Gate Of Firmament
Yet Another Zombie Defense HD
Ylands Exploration Pack
Yoku's Island Express
Yooka-Laylee And The Impossible Lair
Zack 2 Celestine's Map
ZIC Zombies In City NEW
Zombie Kill Of The Week Reborn

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2023.03.25 12:02 dinkomaricic [H] Kartkraft, Call To Arms, Slay The Spire, Pathfinder WotR, Hell Let Loose, SCUM, Gotham Knights, Back 4 Blood, ETS2, Obduction, State Of Decay 2 Juggernaut, Tower Unite, Man Of Medan & Little Hope, Friday 13th, Satisfactory, Mordhau, Empyrion & 100's more [W] Wishlist, Paypal (EU)

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2023.03.25 12:01 Drakos8706 Powerless (part 27)

Previous.
Captain Vohr’Doe walked along the hall of the crew quarters, hoping that Kyle wasn’t in his ‘living’ room; there was something he'd had delivered to his equipment room that she really wanted to see, but didn’t think it would be prudent to simply ask to see it. As Captain, she had - of course - been given an inventory of the items he had delivered, and while a lot of it seemed to be a bit much - like the meat smoking pit, along with the filters to keep his room safe - there was one thing that she couldn’t quite put in that same category, regardless of how much upkeep it would need.
She very well could have put in a call to security to find his location, but she knew he would be either in his ‘room’, or in his ‘equipment room’, and it was good to take a walk among your crew from time to time; let them know that you don’t think of yourself as better than them. So it was that she greeted the members of her crew that she passed, taking the time to speak to them, and make sure they were doing well. And so it was that she finally made it to his room, and pushed the call button. After waiting a few moments, she pressed it again. Finally, she decided he wasn’t in his room, and turned to head towards the elevator to take her down. However, she had barely taken three steps when he turned the corner, prompting the slightest twinge of disappointment.
He was dressed in a black silk shirt, with a pair of pants that were made to have lots of room in the legs. The waist obviously fit him, and yet, the legs themselves seemed to be made for someone much larger than himself, as his legs had plenty of space to move around inside the pants. They also had a peculiar color scheme, as the left half was all black, and the right half was a deep, vibrant red. There were pockets about halfway down the legs, with metal chains hanging on them. She could also see that he was barefoot, and while there was no rule saying he had to, she was aware that his people usually wore shoes when out in public. But, he wasn’t hurting anyone - namely himself, in this instance - so she didn’t bother about it. He was also still wearing the sun-shades that he had on before, and she had to wonder as to why seeing as she had read that Sol was just as bright on Earth as the lights on the ship. Perhaps the mahn’ewe operate under dimmer lighting? Two years would be time enough to shift someone’s vision.
He had in his left hand his tablet, his face pointed entirely at the screen, and in his right was a plastic container, that was square-shaped, with rounded corners, the base of which was the size of his whole palm, and which flared out about an inch along its length upwards. It was mostly full with what appeared to be tiny, tan-gray seeds, and even as she watched, Kyle lifted it to his mouth and simply stuck his tongue out, using his saliva to adhere the seeds to his tongue. He was just lowering his hand - having retracted his tseed-covered tongue back into his mouth - when he stopped, and she got the feeling that he’d finally looked up, and saw her; which was solidified when he said,
“Hey, Cap’n; fancy seeing you down here.” She didn’t miss the note of trepidation in his voice.
“Well,” she began, “I actually came down to see you. Do you have a minute to talk?”
“Of course,” he replied, “Here, or…?”
She smiled, and said,
“Your room should do fine, unless you wish to go somewhere else?”
“Oh,” he replied, somewhat flustered, “No, my room’s fine; just a second…” and he made his way over to his door, opening it for her.
And upon the door opening, she was at first confused, as she was confronted by a wood-paneled wall about six feet from the door. Then she realized that these were the crates his things had been shipped in. He must have had more things in them than she’d originally thought, as he had yet to unpack it all even after three Standard days aboard this ship. However, when she stepped in, and walked around the corner around ten feet to her left, she saw an entirely different sight.
To her right was a 7’-tall entertainment center, about 5’-wide, and a monitor inside that took up the entire space from left to right, though it was only about 4’-tall. The top of the monitor was about level with the top of her chest, with a shelf above it that was filled with various personal effects. Most all of these were variations of a winged lizard that looked remarkably like the reptile aspects of the drahk’mihn, not least of all because they were all different colors.
There were what looked like egg-shaped geodes, the upper ‘faces’ missing about a quarter of the ‘shell’ the insides each dyed one of the six primary and secondary colors, with a miniature lizard curled protectively around its corresponding color. There was a timer-glass - the bottom bulb containing red sand - with the side ‘pillars’ that connected the ‘cage’ holding the glass center steady being one of these creatures on each side, mirrored by identical creatures on the ‘bottom’, relative to whichever was on the top at any given turning. There was a large figurine that was of a multi headed example of these creatures, one red body, with multiple other colored heads, one being red, but the others being blue, green, black, and white. Everywhere she looked, there were figurines, pictures, and posters - held to the wall with magnets, it looked like - all of them containing these creatures in some setting or another. Just as she was about to comment on them, a light turned on on a nearby table, and she looked in over to see a white orb made of plastic. In certain parts, there was obviously more plastic layered than in others, creating ‘shadows’ across its surface. As she studied it, the ‘shadows’ seemed to look almost like craters.
“Earth’s moon?” she asked, turning to look at Kyle, who - she just noticed - wasn’t looking at her. In fact, he seemed to be looking for something. As she watched, he scanned his room, looking over every surface, and even under chairs, and in the space under his desk in the corner where his legs would go. He didn’t seem to notice she said anything, taking several seconds before he turned, looking at her with a slightly surprised look on his face, saying,
“Hmm?” distractedly, until his mind seemed to catch up to what she’d said, as he followed that up with, “Oh, right; yeah, that’s Luna. It was only ‘illustrated’ to show the light side, so the other side isn’t ‘stenciled’ to show the cities on the dark side.”
“Oh,” she replied, “I didn’t realize that Earth’s moon was tidally locked... Well, I can certainly understand the sentiment: no matter how much I enjoy being out among the stars, surveying new plants, my home planet will always hold a special place in my heart.”
“Pur’Rosse?” he asked politely.
She gave a small laugh, and replied,
“No, I was born on one of our colony planets: Clash’Rept. It’s not very large, or particularly important, but it’s home… If I’m interrupting your search for something…?” she finished, gesturing for him to continue. She saw him go a little red, as he sheepishly chuckled, and it was at that moment that she noticed something else: while he was still wearing his glasses, the lenses were now completely clear, with no tint at all. It seemed that he noticed what she was looking at, as he went slightly cross-eyed, then gave another small laugh.
“Just a second.” he replied with a slight smile, as he finished giving his room a quick sweep, then entered his connected bathroom. After about a minute in there, he stepped out, took off the glasses, and set them down on his bedside table. “A week was more than enough time for the A.I. studying the things I sent back to be able to reverse-engineer their cloaking devices, and then upgrade it. With that, comes the tech to detect them, if they happen to try sneaking up on me again.”
The fact that the mahn’ewe had access to invisibility technology wasn’t lost on her, however, she chose a more… intelligent question to ask.
“And you expect them to come here?” she asked with a slight smile.
He looked a bit ‘on-the-spot’, and gave a smile of his own.
“Well,” he replied, “Not exactly ‘expect’, but let’s just say I’m acutely aware of the possibility.”
She nodded, conceding the point, and decided that was a good enough explanation, so she changed the topic.
“And what are these?” she asked with a slight smile, “They look vaguely familiar.”
Kyle smiled at this, and he replied in a genuinely happy tone,
“Dragons; they can be found in the mythos of just about every human culture in history. They can range from benevolence, to malicious, and everything in between. They usually have control over some element, from fire, to ice, to lightning. Some legends have them controlling every element, or just being all-powerful… Plus, they just look cool.” he finished excitedly.
“Well,” she replied in a slightly amused voice, “I have to agree with you, there.” finishing with a light chuckle.
The conversation seemed to stall there, and Kyle was the one to broach the subject.
“So, you wanted to talk to me?” he inquired, with a note of trepidation creeping back into his voice.
“I did.” she replied, with a gentle firmness; she didn’t want him to feel more threatened than he already - obviously - was, “It’s come to my attention that you haven’t been interacting with the ship beyond your two rooms, and that you give the most minimalist of replies when addressed by your fellow crew members. And while there’s no rule that you have to interact with the crew, I’ve been informed that you haven’t even been to the cafeteria to eat. Obviously, I have no problem with you having your own food and cookware,” here she gestured to the air filter hanging over a stovetop/oven in the corner, “But it’s starting to unnerve the crew a bit. You must understand how it looks to someone on the outside: all anyone is aware of is that you’re a Class 12 aggressor. No one knows why you’re classified as such, and I know you don’t want to tell the story to anyone else; hells, I doubt you would want me telling the story on your behalf.
“So the only thing they have to judge you off of is the official Federal rating on you, and your behavior you exhibit in front of them. Now, I’m not asking you to spend all of your free time fraternizing with everyone you see. However, if you could just start by going to eat with everyone else - perhaps go down to the gun range? - I’m sure that you can meet new people, who simply want to know you… I read your psych report: I know what you went through as a child. And while I can’t guarantee that no one on this ship will bring back memories of the tormentors of your childhood, I can guarantee that the majority will leave you pleasantly surprised,”
If what she’d learned from her interactions with the suun’mahs, and the kanfi’doe - not to mention Kah’Ri - was anything to judge by, then he was very clearly expressing guilt, with his head dropped, and him seeming to be unable to make eye contact. Finally he broke the silence, looking at her sheepishly, saying,
“How far d'you think I can push the ‘unpacking my massive amount of personal items’?” with a shy smile on his face.
That drew out a genuine laugh from her, and she smilingly replied with,
“I think you’ve pretty much used up that time. I’m sure we could pass it off as the only reason you’ve been so reclusive, but it won’t work for very much longer.”
Kyle gave a resigned sigh, and in a matching voice said,
“Alright, I’ll go out more besides, you’re right about the gun range: I’ve only ever shot any guns once, when a… an acquaintance brought his pistol and rifle on a camping trip. I was invited to go to this National Park by some people at work, and I didn’t have a really good reason to refuse… Anyway, I really do have a few more things to do in my equipment room, though; so, would tomorrow be okay?”
She smiled at this, and said,
“That would be acceptable, thank you.” she didn’t want to end on this note, however, so she cast her mind around for anything to talk about, and her mind latched onto something,
“What was that that you were eating when you were in the hallway?” she asked, gesturing to the plastic container he’d set down on his desk.
He smiled at this, and brightly replied,
“Oh, those’re sunflower seeds; well, sunflower kernels seeing as they’ve already been shelled.” and here, he walked over to a cabinet that was used for storing utility items, which did have a few cleaning supplies in the bottom, but the shelves were filled with snack foods. From one shelf at about his shoulder, he pulled an unopened, identical container, and tossed it to her. Having removed the plastic film around the edge of the lid, she opened it, and - mimicking Kyle - she stuck her tongue into the mass of kernels.
The kernels - themselves - had a light, almost bland taste to them, but in a good way. There was a definite taste to them, and not so little that she actually needed so many at a time, but also not so strong as to be overpowering. It was very much something that she could eat if she was feeling ill, and having trouble keeping down more rich flavored food. Plus, the salt was applied in such amount as to enhance the flavor, and not to overpower it. She couldn’t find anything wrong with it. However, one thing occurred to her, somewhat belatedly.
“Are you sure this is safe for me?” she asked with a small smile.
“Yeah,” he answered, smiling, “Kay’Eighty’s already gone through the medical records of the different species, at least, what’s available to the wider public. There’s not really much that we can eat that other species can’t, and there’s not really much that you couldn’t eat, anyways.”
“Well,” she began with a slight laugh, “That’s good to know… Speaking of Kay’Eighty, may I meet her?”
“Of course.” he replied, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small blue box, that soon morphed into a foot-tall, human-shaped ‘robot’; though, ‘android’ would probably be a more fitting descriptor, at this point.
“Hello Captain Vohr’Doe,” she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Captain Vohr’Doe smiled down at the tiny person, and replied,
“And you, as well. How are you enjoying your stay here; is there anything I can do to make your time here more…” She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say here: ‘inclusive’? ‘Enjoyable’? Whatever she wanted to say, it seemed that Kay’Eighty understood, as she responded with a polite smile, and to say,
“Thank you, Captain, but I have everything I need, supplied to me by the humans. All I need - really - is material to feed my nano-forge in the off chance that I were to lose any bots, for whatever reason, and - again - I have more than enough in storage.”
Not wanting to overstay her welcome, she decided to leave them to whatever they needed to do. So with farewells all around, she took her leave, carrying the container of sunflower kernels that Kyle gave her.
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Ah’Sheen hated being so small, at times. At only a foot tall - or two feet long on all fours, and counting their tails - the miu’alfar were the smallest sapient species in the known galaxy. Though, it wasn’t the Federation - in and of itself - that made it a problem, as there were all sorts of workarounds that the Federation went out of its way to implement that were to the benefit of the smaller species. But in every civilization, there were always the extremists. People who thought themselves superior to others for whatever reason, and thought that gave them the right to bully others. And that led to ‘trickle-down’ bullying, which led to her current situation.
The three rahv’oyeck that had been harassing her had been content to hurl insults at her, mocking her for being so small, even though the rahv’oyeck didn’t grow taller than two feet, themselves. But when she’d turned the corner into the connecting path - on a street it would be referred to as an ‘alley’, and in this case, wasn’t covered by the security cameras - her vision went completely dark, as one - or all - of them manipulated the light from her eyes. Unfortunately for her, she had been close to the edge when this happened, and her momentum couldn’t be stopped so suddenly, as she’d sped up to try to get away from them. This led to her falling the ten feet to the floor below. Luckily, her people could survive greater falls with minimal injury; it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though, as she rolled into a sitting position, a bit winded from the impact.
Of course, this led to a cacophony of laughter above her, which quickly came down to her level, accompanied by the flapping of their wings. She heard the female of the group talking, first.
“Wow” she said in amused awe, “You made her eyes into mirrors! How’d you do that?”
The one to her left - a male - replied in a smug voice,
“Yeah, my dad taught me about that: basically, you just have to reflect all the light from a surface, and it makes a mirror; takes a lot of focus, though.”
“So,” said the one in front of her, a male, “Where were you heading, rodent?”
“Please,” she replied, “Leave me alone; I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.”
“I don’t know,” the one who was apparently blocking her vision said with vindictive pleasure, “We were on our way to lunch, and I’m thinking you might just make a tasty meal.”
There was laughter, then the female said,
“She may be small, but I don’t think you could finish her by yourself.”
“Oh, didn’t you know?” he asked, “Rodents have collapsible spines; I bet I could swallow her whol-rgck!”
His voice cut off into a choking sound, as at the same time, her vision came back. The first thing she saw was the two rahv’oyeck who were directly in front of her, and to her right; both of whom were staring - with their beaks wide open - at something above them all, and to her left. Looking in that direction, she saw Kyle, and an instinct to run and hide flashed up inside of her at the sight of him.
The first thing she noticed was his face, which was twisted into a pained-looking rictus, a bastardization of the smile he gave to Kah’Ri at lunch the other day. Firstly, there were too many teeth visible; as well as his gums. And though she couldn’t see his eyes, she was instinctively sure that there was zero amusement behind that ‘smile’. Backing this up was his right arm extended all the way out to his side, who’s hand was currently wrapped around the throat of the rahv’oyeck who had used his Gift on her. The fingers on the end of his wings were scrabbling at Kyle’s hand, trying to free himself, but Kyle’s fingers might as well have been made of steel, for all the good it was doing him; he finally settled on hanging on to Kyle’s hand to relieve the pressure on his throat, which Kyle didn’t seem to be squeezing enough to entirely cut off his air, though his hand was visibly shaking from the obvious restraint. His voice reflected that almost-painful restraint of rage as he - in the icy voice of a psychotic murderer trying to sound innocent - said,
“You know, I thought I heard the squawking of a bunch of seagulls, but turns out it was actually laughter. And so I thought to myself, ‘Hey, I like to laugh; maybe these seagulls’ve got some jokes.' So I decided to come and find out: What’s so funny?”
The other two just stood there, beaks still open, and a tremble now running through their bodies as they stared on in obvious terror; here was the Class 12 ‘beast’ Kor’Rah was referencing the other day. After a few seconds of silence, Kyle gave a casual flick of his wrist, sending the bird in his hand fluttering behind him, and showing a supreme lack of concern for the life he was literally holding in his hand just moments before. At the same time, he bent forward, reaching out towards them. The other two obviously - along with her, she had to admit - thought that he was reaching for one of them, as they both fell over themselves trying to scramble away from his outstretched hand. However, he surprised them all by grabbing Ah’Sheen around her waist in an unexpectedly gentle - while expectedly firm - grip, and lifting her up, placing her on his left shoulder as he straightened up. Looking down at the two in front of them, he said in soft growl,
“You know, humans have two rules -” here, he looked to the side, and his voice momentarily took on a bit of a distracted tone, “Actually, humans have a lot of rules - but two main ones that you’re dangerously close to breaking unforgivably. First and foremost being: don’t mess with my friends.” and here, he walked past them, leaving them staring up at him. She didn’t want to seem like she was making fun of him, but she felt he was leaving himself open to it from the other three there, so she sent a tendril of thought to his mind, which he accepted, and through it she said,
‘You said there were two, but you only told them one.’
She felt the smirk he was suppressing, and he said back,
‘I know, but there’s always one who has to be Billy Badass.’
Almost as if on cue, they heard a rather hoarse voice behind them say,
“Yeah, and what’s number two?”
Kyle stopped dead, and slowly turned, as she felt him let the rage bubble back up to the surface. She felt vindictive smile crack his face, and he practically growled through clenched teeth,
“Fuck around, and find out.” and with that, he took a quick, hard step forward, causing all three of them to scramble around, and take to the air, flying in the complete opposite direction. Kyle gave a snort of laughter, and continued on the way he was going, which turned out to be to the elevator. He was about to push one of the buttons, when he froze, seeming to think of something.
“Um,” he began, “Where were you going, by the way?”
She gave a slight laugh, and said,
“Well, I was going to lunch; why, where are you going.”
“Oh,” he replied, “I was heading to my equipment room, but I can drop you off on my way.”
“Oh,” she said, “Well, if you’re not going, then I can wait for a while: they mentioned that they were heading to lunch, as well, and I don’t want to deal with that. You can set me down here: I’m sure they won’t try anything, again.”
But Kyle was still for a few seconds, before he pushed the button to take them to the equipment rooms.
“I got something that can hold you over till dinner.” he said as the doors began to close.
She wanted to decline - not because she was afraid of him, but because she didn’t want him to go through any undue effort on her part - but she thought better of it; if for no other reason, than to ‘force’ him to put her down would be to take another fall similar to the one she just took earlier, and she didn’t want to go through that again. Soon enough, they were in front of his equipment room, and he motioned for it to open, and she was confronted with a wall of wooden crates. Kyle didn’t seem to be bothered by it, as he turned to his left, and walked around the corner, revealing a mostly clear room. He had obviously put his stuff away, seeing as the room was mostly clear, with the only thing out of the ordinary was a big rectangular metal box in the far corner, and a bunch of large canvases on the walls. The canvases were all of various things, from a dark forest, to nebulae, to a ‘cartoon’ tree, with a large gray trunk, and purple leaves, with golden light shining through the cracks.
Kyle walked over to the box, setting her - along with his sunglasses - down on the desk that came with the room beside the box, he opened said box, pulling out two cylindrical plants with long, green leaves. Each was individually wrapped in plastic, and were quite obviously frozen. As he walked over to one of the closets that lined the walls, he opened it to reveal a large cooking pit. He walked a bit further in, and picked up a smaller pit, one that was just barely taller than herself. He set this one beside the larger one, filled it with lumps of what appeared to be coal, and set it alight. He reached up, and turned on what she took to be an air filter, judging by the sound of an air-intake. As he stepped back, her eyes moved past him, to the spot that was hidden from her view before, as this was on the other side of the box ‘wall’ he seemed to have purposely constructed, and she couldn’t help but gasp when she saw it.
There, to the right of his door - though you wouldn’t know that walking in, obviously - was a 10’-tall tree, and as unexpected as a tree on a ship would be, it was what the tree bore that was the real shocker. For all over it, from the highest branches, growing from vines that wrapped their ways around the trunk, to other, thicker vines that grew around the base, sprouting large green fruits, some of them even bigger than she was, as well as a yellow-tan plant that had almost sharp-looking leaves sprouting out of the top. Kyle followed her gaze, and in a smiling voice, said,
“Oh, yeah; that’s my fruit tree.” he said, as he walked over and picked her up, taking her over to the tree, “Those are apples: ‘red crisp’, there, and those are called ‘granny smith’. The red ones are sweeter, while the green ones have a more tangy bite to ‘em. Those’re ‘oranges’, and the larger ones are called ‘grapefruits’; ‘mangoes’, ‘pomegranates’, ‘peaches’, and ‘bananas’. On the trunk are red and green ‘grapes’, ‘strawberries’, ‘blackberries’, ‘raspberries’, ‘blueberries’, ‘passionfruit’, and ‘dragonfruit’. Down there are ‘watermelons’, and ‘pineapples’. Just a small sample of the fruits from Earth, but the ones I’m most familiar with.”
She was stuck staring in awe, and finally found her voice enough to ask,
“How are there so many different fruits on one tree?”
“Well, before the scientists moved on to manipulating the human genome, they started with plants. Besides making actual hybrids - like, mixing the qualities of multiple fruits together - they made hybrid plants wherein they grow multiple different instances of fruits, or vegetables, like this one.” and with this, he reached out, and pulled a large bunch of the ‘strawberries’ from the vines, using his shirt as a makeshift ‘basket’.
He then took her back to the desk, and set her down, then returned to the opened closet and retrieved a machine that looked like some kind of food processor: it was a large pitcher that sat in a smaller machine-base, with four small blades at the bottom of the pitcher. After he set that down on the desk, and plugged it in, he took the remaining leaves off of the strawberries, and dumped them - one by one as he finished with them - into the processor. Reopening the freezer, he scooped out some ice with a metal scoop, and filled the pitcher almost to the top. He then went over to another closet, and this one was more shallow - mostly a closet to hold coats - that had been converted into a liquor cabinet, stocked floor to ceiling with many different spirits of many different colors. He selected a clear bottle, and closed the closet, returning to the desk.
After he poured a measured amount into the pitcher, he put the lid on the top and - while holding it down, one finger hovering over one of the buttons, he looked over at her and said,
“This’s gonna be kinda loud.”
She covered her ears, and he pushed the button, activating the blades to begin pulverizing the contents of the pitcher. After almost a minute, the harsh crushing, grinding sound fell away, replaced by the loud wiring of mechanical parts. Kyle shut the machine off, and reached into a cabinet over the desk, pulling out two glasses, one several inches taller than the other. After he poured the delicious-smelling drink into the glasses, he handed her the smaller one, and she took an experimental sip: it was delicious., and she told him so.
After he had taken his own drink of the mix - and nodded his thanks to her - he reopened the box, this time reaching into the furthest-most left side, on the other side of the partition, where items that needed to be kept cold - but obviously not frozen - were kept, and pulled out a bowl with a lid on it. Looking over at her, he asked,
“How are you with… ‘jhode’yuus’, the drahk’mihn would call it; we call it ‘butter’ - at least, in English, we do.”
“That’s not a problem,” she replied, “Being a mammal, milk - and milk by-products - are easily digestible by herbivores; it’s the actual meat that we can’t process.”
“Cool.” was all he said, and proceeded to open the bowl, taking a plastic seal off the top. Out of the cabinet to the right of the one containing his glasses, he pulled a small rectangular box, from which he extracted two long sheets of some thin metallic material. He folded them in half long-ways, and cinched the ends together, the metal being extremely pliable. Taking a spoon out of one of the desk drawers, he then scooped a large dollop of the ‘butter’ into each ‘trough’ that he’d made, and opened the two containers, pulling out the vegetables inside, stripping the outer leaves from the seemingly now-thawed vegetables, revealing the yellow-white kernels that were hidden beneath.
“This’s called ‘corn’,” he stated, “More specifically, ‘corn-on-the-cob’. There are several ways to prepare corn, but by far the best way to do it is like this. You can boil it in a pot - sure - but I prefer to boil it in butter, on the grill.” and with that, he set each ‘cob’ of ‘corn’ on the bed of butter, closing the metal over the tops of each. He then took the metal-wrapped vegetables over to the pit, and set them on it, placing the lid back on the pit.
He came back, and sat down at the desk, taking a large - for her, anyway - drink from his glass, and she was suddenly struck by the silence. It occurred to her that asking ‘how have you been’ would be both hollow, and a bit invasive, seeing as they’d only met once. She looked up at him, wanting to say something, but still not knowing what to say, her mouth left slightly open. However, when she looked at him, she saw a strange smirk on his face, and before she could think of anything to say, he took the initiative, answering as if she’d asked a question.
“I’ve been good - well,” he said in a slightly distracted voice, “As good as can be expected, anyways. I’ve been mostly just unpacking; been doing that for the past three days. I haven’t encountered anyone tryin’ to mess with me, but I’m guessing that’s ‘cause they don’t wanna be killed - or eaten - by the ‘Class 12 monster’.” he finished with a smirk.
“Well,” she began in an almost flustered voice, “I’m sure that’s not…” she then thought better of her response, “Yeah, that’s probably it. There’s never been a Class 12 sapient species make it very long before driving themselves to extinction. People fear what they don’t know.”
“Yeah,” he replied easily, “I’m used to that. But we’re not really a ‘Class 12’ under most circumstances. I mean I’m sure you - as an expeditionist - know that a species isn’t rated on their everyday behavior, so much as their most extremes. And actually - for the most part - you’ll have to worry about humans trying to pet the various sapient races, as they’ll see them as just ‘too cute’.” he finished in an amused voice.
She hesitated for a moment, and found the courage to ask - albeit, in a timid voice -
“What… What made them classify you as a ‘12’, then?”
The look he gave her, it wasn’t anger; actually, it wasn’t anything. If she had to name the expression on his face, it would be ‘neutral’. However, there was a deepness to his eyes when he looked into hers, a dark pit of emotions that she felt could swallow her whole if she gazed too long into the abyss of his pupils. Then he blinked slowly, and that was replaced by a gentle sadness as he replied,
“Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” and though his voice had a note of that gentle sadness his eyes held, there was no anger, or offense; something happened on that ship that he knew would damage her. A notion crossed her mind then, of a temporarily insane example of the creature who wanted so badly to crush the life from the rahv’oyeck he held in his hand, with no filter, no control. A slight shiver went down her spine, and she gave a small nod of agreement. He gave her a gentle smile, and changed the subject.
For the next six Standard minutes, or so, they talked about their homes. He had given her his native language, stating it would be easier for them to speak in their own languages; he already had her’s, of course.
He told her about going camping back on Earth, the animals he saw, the wild apple tree he found, and even showed her photos on his personal communication device from Earth. And she was in awe at the beautiful landscapes he showed her, from green clearings in the middle of a vibrant forest, to a lake with a horizon of hills behind it, and even some animals, a lot of which looked unfamiliar, though she did see a black animal version of a galan’zhee. It was about as tall as the grass around it, and she was amazed when he told her that the grass was level with his own head. She wondered how he could take that picture with such a large apex predator looking at him - as it was in the picture - and she was shocked when he told her that all you have to do with 'black bears' is to make a lot of noise, and make yourself look big; that for all the damage they could do, they’re really just big balls of fear.
From there, he inquired about her home life, and so she told him about the colony planet she was born on. It was not really much different than the pictures on his device, with the notable exception that there were no predators larger than an adolescent miu’alfar, and those are very skittish as it is, avoiding any life forms bigger than themselves. There was also the notable difference - from Moor’Ess - of there being a definite day/night cycle, and how they didn’t need sunglasses to operate in brighter lights. He informed her that he wore them to protect his eyes, and that at home, he would block all windows from allowing natural light in.
It was during this that something from before occurred to her.
“Say, Kyle: did you really mean what you said to them, back there?” she asked a bit timidly.
Kyle scowled at the walled-off door, as if they were waiting outside.
“Damn straight.” he practically growled, then his expression cleared into one of slight confusion, and he looked over at her, saying, “Wh- um… Just so we’re like, on the same page here: what-uhh, what part did you mean?”
She laughed a little at this, and with a bit more confidence said,
“The part where you called me your friend.”
Kyle’s eyes opened a bit wider at that, and she got the distinct impression that he’d been caught off guard with that, but instead of trying to backtrack on it, he simply asked,
“Well, shouldn’t I?” with a funny little smile on his face.
“Well, no-” she replied, slightly flustered, “I mean, yes, I just… I mean, we just met; I didn’t want to assume… I mean…” she trailed off, not really knowing what to say. But to her relief, Kyle’s laugh that followed was one of polite amusement.
“It’s okay, I understand… Nah, humans are a social species, even introverts like myself. If there’s no reason *not* to be friends with someone, we can usually ‘buddy up’ fairly quickly. Add in the fact that we’ve been dreaming of ‘aliens’ since before we had radio waves, and most people out here’ll be hard pressed to find an enemy in humans. Not to mention that you all look like some kind of animal from back home, and yall’ll be havin’ to beat humans off with a stick; metaphorically speaking, of course…. Mostly, anyways…” to which they both had a good laugh.
Finally - though she barely noticed the time go by - he went to the pit and took the corn from the heat, and put the lid back on, closing the door behind him.
“I’ll deal with it all later,” he said with a small laugh, the metal-wrapped corn being held in his shirt, like the strawberries had been.
She chuckled, herself, as he pulled plates from one of the cabinets over the desk. After setting each ‘cob’ of corn down, he took the handle of the spoon, and used it to tear open the metal wrapping, spilling out the corn ,as well as the ‘butter’ it was cooked in; and the smell was absolutely divine. After he had poured out the contents of each wrap, and they had allowed it a couple minutes to cool, they dug in, with Kyle providing another large dollop of butter on each plate, instructing her that the best way to eat it is to slather it with butter, which was easiest done by simple rolling the corn in the butter.
It was delicious; better than the smell, even. For several minutes, they were both silent, each enjoying the crisp, rich taste of the Earth food. Finally, they had cleared the cobs of all the edible kernels, and had also each taken a bit of time to gnaw on the film that surrounded said kernels, that had stayed stuck to the cob. Kyle then went over to the tree and collected a large bunch of fruit, consisting of a couple peaches, a bunch of red grapes, a bunch of blackberries, and a few strawberries. He took them over to the desk, collected a bowl from another cabinet, and after retrieving a knife from the desk, began cutting up the bigger fruits into smaller pieces, depositing them in the bowl. After he was done, he shook the bowl around, effectively stirring the fruit without any utensils. He then set the bowl down, and retrieved two forks from the desk. He set one down in front of her and - with a slight smile -asked,
“You okay with sharin’ a bowl with me, or would you prefer your own?”
She picked up the fork and - without a word - began spearing pieces of fruit. He gave a small smile at that, and she could have sworn she saw a bit of relief in that smile, but she was focused on eating her dessert. And it was delicious, as well.
Not that any of the fruit she was eating was necessarily better than any she’d eaten before, but it was all entirely new, and all delicious. She particularly liked the peaches, though calling them the ‘best’ was only possible by a small margin.
They wound up spending all day in his room, talking about their lives back home, their likes and dislikes, and generally just becoming friends. She was a bit surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, and the more she got to know him, the more she believed that she didn’t want to know why his race was a Class 12.
She also met the A.I. that had volunteered to work with him - she was not assigned to him, as the humans accepted their A.I. as equals, and didn’t treat them as simple computer programs. And she had to admit, Kay’Eighty was a very personable being, being just as emotive as any biological person she’d ever met.
They had a nice dinner in his equipment room, him grilling a steak on the smaller pit in his closet, along with some of the salad he’d made for her, consisting of what he called ‘lettuce’, ‘tomatoes’, ‘cucumbers’, slivers of ‘carrots’, and ‘croutons’, which were little squares of re-baked bread, which left them more crunchy than if it had simply been toasted. Once again, everything was delicious.
Finally, she began to feel the effects of having been drinking and talking all day, and began to feel drowsy. Upon noticing this, Kyle began cleaning up, then - more gently than before - lifted her to his shoulder, again, and as such, they left his equipment room. From there, he escorted her directly to her ‘living’ room, where he bid her goodnight, waiting to leave until the door closed behind her.
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2023.03.25 11:54 Lopsided-Economist-4 Avalanche

Do not dress in those rags for me. In fact,
Take off your clothes, each article, and with it
Take out your soul, lay it bare on the table,
And I will read it with you. Let us discover
The entirety of what makes you human.
I want to know, top to bottom, just how you click.
What you say is only the table of contents.
I am willing and wanting to read each chapter,
Memorize paragraphs, mull over the words,
And decipher the metaphors. You are a novel
I will lay by my bedside after I read to sleep,
And grab at in the morning as soon as I wake,
Before I even brush my teeth. So take it off,
You have no need for decoration. You can be
Naked as the day you were born. My love
Is the only cover you’ll need, and it’ll keep you warm.
It won’t suffocate you, I swear!

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2023.03.25 10:59 resurrective Chapter 20 – Business, treats and threats

It was way beyond the midday, when Keyaruga woke up from his restless dream. Freia, Setsuna, Eve – all of his companions clung to him in some way or another, so it took a bit of effort not to wake them up.
It didn’t work. I still see them. I still… dream of them.
The hero stood up, but a heavy burden on his soul never allowed him to straighten his stiff shoulders. His vengeance was almost complete. Even if Blade survived, she would have to live with her trauma from her encounter with the healer for the rest of her miserable days.
Josephine too carried deep scars within her, and after what happened in the night, her wounds would never heal. Takemikazuchi didn’t save his daughter, he merely took away the tormented doll from the lad, thus prolonging her suffering.
So what now? My vengeance wasn’t worth it?.. No… It was. Someone had to do something about that bitch, and I even got my divine armament, so I mustn’t think about it too much.
My issues, though… Nobody can help me with that, so sparing myself will only make me weaker. Persevere, Keyaruga. You’re a man, so keep it together and don’t whine.
With that in mind, the man pulled his clothes from the wardrobe, dressed, and even gathered Blade’s tattered clothes. He had a pretty nice idea of who would pay for these rags and scraps. Before that, though…
…
Eve Reese was the second to rise. She slept in a sitting pose, covering herself with a pair of shiny black wings. Not like she felt cold amidst the summer in her dark nightgown, but the first thing she wished to obtain was her outfit. Conveniently enough, it hanged on the nearest chair.
“Good morning, birdie. I washed your dress, it must be dry now.” The man spoke monotonously, sitting behind a table in the far corner of the room.
“It’s not… morning.” The strained maiden replied, as she changed her clothes. From one side, there was nothing to be embarrassed of, since the healer was never distracted from his deeds. From another… “Do you always keep your guard up? It’s hard, you know? Living like that.” The maiden deadpanned, staring at the lad’s back. She didn’t actually fear this man. Remained cautious – certainly, but at the same time she saw traces of her deceased father in him. Sure, he did cheat on her mom a few times, just like Keyaruga indulged in sexual debaucheries with Freia and Setsuna, but at the same time, both of them never spared themselves from having to protect the ones close to them. Somehow… “I wouldn’t want you to die too.”
“Calm down, Eve, I’m immortal.” He dryly replied to her comment. He didn’t want her to fear for him, and yet the lad couldn’t stop worrying about her. His various phobias were rooted in the same memories of past traumas as his nightmares. Even if he knew, that only the toughest could defeat his girls. “Are you hungry?”
“I think… A little bit, yes.” The black-winged girl spoke, strolling toward the man. She noticed alchemical tools, a few pouches of different roots, plants, some fresh, some dried, some turned into fine powder in the glass mortar. “What’re you doing, Keyaruga?”
“Pondering my orb.” The man responded, half-jokingly, half-serious. The white sphere was placed on a towel on the far left corner of the table. But even so, he barely even looked at that direction.
“It doesn’t look that way.” The queen-to-be noted, taking one of two dozen phials from a small wooden box. The liquid of green and red piqued her curiosity with its peculiar nature. The color didn’t mix, after all, no matter how much the girl shook the vessel. “What is it?”
“Our money. So please put it back from where you took it.” Despite his own words, Keyaruga snatched the bottle from Eve’s hands himself. Put it in back in its place. Everything must be in order, after all. “I’m almost finished. After that, well, a carriage will come and take us to a restaurant.” He elaborated, briefly showing the maiden a sheet of deformed paper. The was an invitation in almost perfect Phasian, written by none other than Karman.
“I see… Hey, Keyaruga, you don’t look so good. Would you, you know, like to speak about something? Like, what’s happening between you and Freia? Why do you… growl in your sleep? Why…”
“That’s enough.” Keyaruga nagged, pouring his miraculous brew into the last vial. “This is something only me and Freia share.” The hero stated, closing the box he bought, while the girls remained asleep. A perk of living in a trustworthy deity’s house – you can always be sure nothing would happen to your treasures. And even that brief outing was stressful enough for the man.
“Ehm… Alright. Would you want to ask me anything?” Eve carefully wondered, making space for the man. Surprisingly enough, not only did he put the box in the bag, he also stuffed it with the same attire he came home in.
“Yes… It’s not a question, though.” The lad declared, turning his crimson eyes toward Eve’s red pupils. Just like his… “Norn, the princess who leads this entire army, and Freia’s sister, will come with us, regardless of whether she wants to or not, even if I have to butcher her entire army on my own and wipe her memories altogether.” The healer admitted, still staring in Eve’s eyes. There, he saw confusion, a little bit of fear, a little bit of stress, a little bit of anger. Clearly, the girl didn’t accept this reality.
“W-why?” The queen-to-be asked, trying to take a step back, only to find herself unable to do so. The twisted grin on the man’s face filled her with dread, as if the hero dropped his mask to reveal his true colors. She didn’t know much about the second princess, but even the rumors she heard painted Norn as an uncaring devil of plagues and murders in a child’s body.
“Because I made a promise, because I can’t leave her in Margurth’s hands. Because Freia asked me to let her live. Because she’s the visionary of a brand new world, a tactical genius who we can’t do without in our revolutionary campaigns. Because otherwise, her talent will be wasted on mass destruction and genocide. Because I saw the future, in which she razed Tenanulic and left you with only a few hundred cripples among the wasteland of Gurthal, because…”
Because I still love her? Did I ever love her? Did anyone love me? Freia only seeks redemption, Setsuna… Nayuta said she loved me, but she craves the strength I can give her, Kureha sees me as a paragon of justice, an idea rather than a man. And Norn? I was her spy… Maybe, she would use me, until I outlive my usefulness, and then…
The man got lost in his thoughts. So much so, that his own knees failed him and he almost crumbled on the ground right before Eve.
“…y… hey… Hey! Keyaruga!..” He remained deaf to the girl’s exclamation. In a haze, the man hardly even reacted to the reality, barely registered Eve’s attempts to grab him, to keep him from falling. As if hundreds of scrawny arms dragged him into hell, poisoning his tattered mind.
Oh? I passed out for a moment? That’s not good, how can I be strong, when I can’t even hold myself together?
Eve… Wait, what’s Eve doing? She holds me? Why? What can she achieve by that? What?..
“I’m fine, Eve.” The Hero of Healing said, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. It wasn’t a common occurrence for the man to lose his grip on reality that easily, and neither would he allow it to become one. “Let go.”
“No, you’re not, moron! What’s going on with you?” The kokuyoku scion asked somewhat harshly, refusing to break her embrace. She demanded at least some form of explanation. After all, why would anyone want to depend on someone, whose passions and suffering are beyond their comprehension?
“In the future I saw, you had to kill Norn for what she did, and I had to kill you. I hated it, so I’ll make my own destiny, where you and Norn will live.” Keyaruga announced, before patronizingly tapping Eve’s shoulder.
You’d become a Me-ua even without me. But that slut Panakea killed your man. Man… strange, he killed your friends, and you gave him two children… No matter, Panakea wants me to become your champion. And so I will. I will make you the queen myself.
“Thanks…” The maiden quietly said, taking a step back from her guardian. “For your honesty, I mean.” She added, puffing her cute cheeks. “You should get some rest, though.”
“No, I’m fine. And don’t thank me… You don’t even know what you were robbed off.” Keyaruga declared, rising in full height. Then, he turned toward his two other lovely companions. “Wake up, girls! We’re going after our breakfast now!”
After that, I’ll have to get back to the sphere. I’ll finally become a proper hero.
…
Finally, after so many labors, both physical and emotional, Keyaruga could enjoy a moment of peace. Forget about the war, ignore the fact that his ‘destined’ reunion with Eve was orchestrated by the goddess, bury his trauma under a layer of comfort. At least for now, anyway.
Keyaruga, Eve, Setsuna and Freia sat around a single table. They had plenty of expensive food, drinks (both alcoholic and not). Starters and snacks, soups and stews. All of that was paid from Karman’s wallet, of course.
“Allow us to thank you for your generosity.” Keyaruga said to the seller, after at least a minute of his silence. All that time the beastman spoke with Freia about her preferred cosmetics, Setsuna indulged him with a conversation about battle arts, and how some equipment could compliment certain moves, while debilitating others, and even Eve managed to have a comprehensive talk about how the world is turning to shit, referencing political crisis in Confederation.
“You know, I prefer to think of it as investments, rather than gifts. I don’t think you’ll disagree that trust is the most valuable asset.” Karman replied, seamlessly switching from speaking Tarenago with Eve to Phasian with Keyaruga. “Especially when I can enjoy the company of your beauties.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t really deserve these cuties.” The lad commented, taking a brief look at each of his companions.
“Keyaruga, you’re being too harsh on yourself.” The sorceress, who sat to the right from the healer, said, caringly covering the man’s hand with her own palm. For better or worse, she loved him dearly, which everyone around the table could tell. Except Keyaruga himself, to whom that seemed but a temporary passion from the princess, and even his own feelings he perceived as a desperate need for companionship.
“Uh-huh. You deserve Setsuna.” The girl to the left of him even went so far as to jump on the hero’s neck. In a peculiar way, the phlegmatic she-wolf was the beacon of positivity in the party. Not even her recent defeat changed that fact.
With those two Karman had literally no chances. Their infatuation to Keyaruga was still fresh, and even if it was otherwise, their loyalty wouldn’t shatter that easily. Eve, though, wasn’t among the man’s lovers, that much was for certain. So what did the green-haired beastman do? Well, at first, there was a smile. Then, a wink. Did it work? In some way…
“Mi nanpa wor midunarund (I’m not seeking for relationships right now).” Eve indeed noticed the merchant’s attempts to flirt, but she almost instantly cut it off.
“Haa… No luck for me here, I guess.” Karman shrugged, taking a sip of his favorite wine. He knew too well, how easy it was to lose a partner by standing between him and his girl. The vendor already had such a lesson, that he wouldn’t share with the red-haired ‘alchemist’.
“Speaking of luck, is the client satisfied with my potion?” The hero asked slyly. He had little appetite outside of the bare minimum for refilling his body and mind with energy, and yet he was glad to see his companions enjoying the feast.
“You’re a miracle-maker, pal, I’ll give you that! I’d even kiss you for what you did for us!” The merchant sneered, enjoying a fine beef goulash. “It healed the girl in one sip! Although…”
“It hasn’t healed her soul.” Keyaruga admitted, recalling the vigilante’s words. He saved the man both directly and indirectly. After all, it seemed like if nobody offered Nina a free remedy, he wouldn’t listen to Keara, and Blade would’ve squashed him. Would that be beneficial to the healer’s revenge?
Too much of ‘would’s for my liking.
“Basically… Eh, no matter, she’ll get through it, eventually. The girl’s dad went out for a hunt himself, though. Said he saw some chick going toe to toe with Blade, can you believe it? Damn, I hope she’s still kicking.” Karman noted, looking at Keyaruga indifferently shaking a cup of wine in his hands. Fortunately, at that point Setsuna and Freia got back to banqueting.
“Why wouldn’t I believe? I… hired her.” Although it took a little bit of lie, that brief explanation didn’t fail to attract the beastman’s ultimate interest. “She’s a killer, just so you know.”
“No… fucking way!” Karman swore, making sure his distressed is properly conveyed to everyone. Even if Blade’s ‘name’ was deliberately omitted.
“And look, what she brought me.” His astonishment got even greater, as the red-eyed lad grabbed an inconspicuous leather package from under the table and slowly levitated it right to the trader’s hands.
“Farafinatia Ahurama! Is this-?” The magic trick didn’t fail to impress the vendor, sure, but after he peeked inside… “Huh… This is what I think it is?” The merchant mused, evaluating the dirty tattered coat. The cuirass was in much better shape, but either way, he did recognize, who it belonged to. And right after that, the merchant unceremoniously tossed a heavy poach right in Keyaruga’s hand. In would smash his face, if not for the hero’s reaction, though.
“I’m buying this!” The vendor declared, hiding Blade’s clothes under the table, before some nosy folk beside them could tell, over whose demise was the transaction.
“Sold.” Keyaruga nodded, amused with how accurate his prediction turned out to be. The bag, filled with various jewels approximately equaling hundred of Jioral kadmi, Keyaruga hanged onto his belt. Probably, Karman would get even more from the victim’s father anyway. “Although, you shouldn’t sell these before Buranikka’s ‘guests’ get the hell out of here.” The lad warned the merchant, before nodding to Freia, so that the sorceress prepares the real goods.
“Heh, I knew it! My intuition never fails me!” Karman exclaimed, pointing his finger onto the man. His right arm shook in an gesture of enthusiastic endorsement.
“Really now? And what does it tell you now?” Keyaruga wondered, resting his chin onto his joined fingers.
“That you, my friend, didn’t just come here to brag on behalf of your mercenaries, or for a free meal. Ready to meet the market’s demands, alchemist?”
“Heh-heh.” The man chuckled, putting a box right between the dishes. Some were still untouched, some already empty, but what stimulated the monger’s appetite was within the container. “Take a look.”
And so he did. Karman pulled a peculiar monocle from his pocket, and proceeded to meticulously inspect each and every vessel among what Keyaruga presented to him.
“Thirty vials, huh? Restoration potions?” The beastman wondered, cautiously putting the last bottle of non-mixing double-colored liquid back in the box.
“Certainly. First comes the mundane effect – they mend your wounds. Then, this potion rejuvenates endurance. Dare I say, this is my masterpiece?” The red-haired man declared with pride.
“Did you also have to put your blood in it as well?” Karman asked, fighting with an urge to jump from the excitement.
“No, that was an exception.” The Hero of Healing shrugged casually.
“Exception this, exception that. You helped good people, that’s all that matters.” The green-haired man declared before closing the wooden box. “Alright, this is good stuff.”
“Won’t you give it a taste, then?” Keyaruga sneered, feeling like he discovered another golden mine.
“I’m a merchant, brother. I can tell, whether you’re pushing good stuff or not!” With that said, Karman offered the lad another poach with even greater amount of precious minerals as before. Keyaruga opened it, accessed, and silently accepted the payment, letting the beastman take his purchase. “Say, why won’t you sell it yourself?” The vendor pondered, tapping onto the precious box.
“What do you think I’m doing? Or you’re implying I have to spend days upon days, trying to cajole the locals to purchase my wares?” Keyaruga scoffed, and glanced at Setsuna, then Freia, and later Eve. All of them finished their meals, and just sat silently, waiting the healer to finish the transaction. Getting them to sell potions seemed like a good idea… but Keyaruga would never go for it.
“True, getting folk to trust you takes a while.” Karman spoke, impressed by the man’s sense in business. Not many wonder-mongers could actually profit, unless they were actually talented crooks. “I wonder if you also know, how much time I have to resell your potions.”
“Three days.” Keyaruga eagerly replied. “Today, tomorrow, and…”
Then…
“My, oh my! Can I be your first customer?” A deep and mannered voice resonated throughout the premise. It was a well-dressed gentleman, and his gentle tone had to himself pretty well.
“Certainly, I’m always rea…” Karman was ready to trade with the customer right there, but seeing Freia, Setsuna, and Eve jumping from their chairs and getting ready to battle put a halt to his intent.
“Careful, Keyaruga!” The Hero of Magic snarled, snatching her staff right from the thin air.
“Grrrr!” Setsuna growled, summoning the icy crust on her forearms. After a swift jump she found herself standing atop of the table, cautiously avoiding stepping into the food. The huntress, no matter how swollen her belly was, prepared for battle. To protect those she loved.
“…” And even Eve summoned a small constellation of bright stars. The group prepared for battle, they attracted attention from all the guests, most of which wisely decided to leave the restaurant through the second exit, some of which didn’t even pay.
“Have you come to finish your task, Organ?” The princess snarled, rapidly pumping her new staff with magic potency. Along with her two sisters-in-arms, the caster was ready for the second encounter with Hawkeye. “If so, we…”
“You will do nothing, Freia.” This time, though, Keyaruga was there to stand against the Champion. “Setsuna, please get off the table. This one came for me, apparently.” The Hero of Healing spoke smoothly, stepping next to Eve. With a single swipe, he extinguished her spell. “Don’t. This will hurt some passerby much more than him.” The man uttered, approaching the murderous archer.
“These girls are under my protection, good sir. Should you raise your blade on them, you’ll have to pass me first.” The red-haired man calmly declared, standing between Organ Trist and the table with his allies.
The tension kept rising, underneath Hawkeye’s indifferent façade Keyaruga noted a cold-blooded focus and the ultimate will. The sword, the bow, two hidden blades in his sleeves, a tiny firearm in the right gauntlet, a set of throwing knives, tiny razors and a pair of brass knuckles. Add a fighting capabilities to stand his ground against the very god of fencing, and the fact that most, if not all, of his comedically numerous weapons were heavily poisoned, and you get a recipe for a catastrophe.
Race: Human
Name: Organ
Class: Divine Archer
Level: 34 ☆
Mana: 67/108
Physical attack: 84
Physical defense: 91
Magic attack: 32
Magic defense: 53
Speed: 133
Abilities:
Fencing: 5th level
Spearsmanship: 4th level
Archery: 7th level
Battle arts: 5th level
Throwing skills: 6th level
Healing magic: 1st circle
Skills:
Blood of Artemis: Artemis’ descendant’s exclusive skill. Improves ranged attacks capabilities
Amber eyes: Artemis’ blessing. Greatly increases the user’s speed, reaction, and visual comprehension.
Heavenly precision: Divine Archer’s exclusive skill. Greatly boosts accuracy of ranged projectiles.
Yes… That didn’t look promising.

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2023.03.25 08:39 ShadowDragon8685 [Ace is the Only Sane Pirate 12]The Avaricious Runaround

No sooner had Najia sat down at a dingy canteen on the scrap facility than her datapad received a call from Yorilos. She hadn't even gotten her coffee yet, and thought that was supremely unfair. "Anyone wanna bet he natters on without stopping to let me interrupt?"
There were no takers, and she propped the datapad up, connecting the call. Yorilos's face appeared, in the cockpit of the ship she had 'liberated' for him. "Excellent!" he exclaimed without preamble. "Now, Protectyon is exorbitantly expensive, but I suppose we will not need an entire unit to conduct your research. It might be our best course of action to approach the CEO of Northriver Company directly. We might be able to buy a small sample from him... If we can find him, that is. It is well known that he occasionally likes to flaunt his enormous wealth. A fellow trader just spotted him taking his most prized possession out for a pleasure cruise. I have sent you the coordinates of his last known location. Start from there."
He terminated the call, and Najia sat back, blinking. "Did he even stop to breathe?" Marta snorted. "That guy apparently sucks wind with his asshole, since he sure as hell didn't take any in through his mouth!"
Najia snorted, laughing and covering her face with her palm. Ace looked at Marta in disbelief for a few moments, as she worked out the idiom, then let out a high-pitched, almost strangled trill, hanging her head. "Y'all know I'm right," Marta hammered the point in. "He is longwinded, yes. And also, unfortunately, an idiot," Ace declared. "Well... Yes, but why in specific, this time?"
"I hope for his sake he is fantastic in the bunk and willing to pursue a career in prostitution, because he is clearly a homeworld-raised true believer in nonsense," Ace spat. "He actually believes 'the invisible hand of the free market' will result in equitable distribution of goods and wealth?!" She let out a shrill trill. "In Avarice and Windfall no less!" Marta snorted. "Yeah... He'd better be planning to be a boy-toy." She rolled her eyes. "Does he really think that the CEO of a monopoly is just going to sell us a tiny sample of what's making him filthy rich so we can take it away, analyze it, synthesize it, and start competing with him?" "Apparently he does," Najia said with an exasperated sigh. "That's kind of... Frightening, actually. Though chasing this fellow down might be something we'll have to do eventually, but for now... We might as well just buy a load."
"Protectyon is not ordinary cargo," Ace pointed out. "I do not know the specifics, but I do know that it requires special cargo-handling equipment. The Rakers know this. They guard the nature of this equipment with some skill. Between that, and that the only market for the stuff is here in Windfall, it is not a substance of any value to a pirate... Presumably, small containers for transporting small quantities are available to those in the know, of course." "Of course... But in this case, I think the best move is to make use of my checking account," Najia said. The waitress arrived with coffee in a cheap metal mug, which Najia took gratefully, as did the rest of her party. They were sitting at a table next to Robin and the party of crew she had brought with them. Najia took a drink of the coffee, and grimaced immediately. "Don't like it, spacer," the waitress asked with a smirk as she handed out the others' drinks. "Took me by surprise. Tidebreak serves it sweet enough to curl eyebrows." No sooner had she said that, than the waitress sat a bottle on the table with a heavy, dense thunk. Najia poured it in, and nodded; it was some kind of yellowish syrup or synthetic honey. "Thank you," she said. "Sure, whatever. Your ship brought a load of food here - and not even like, the stuff the fuckin' Viggs 'let us' have, at extortionate rates. So, there's that, spacer." The waitress turned and hurried away. Ace snorted. "Not very grateful, was she?" She had, apparently, missed where part of the plan had been to have Takio's personal Baku deliver a load of food, which she supposed had transpired while she was asleep.
"These people are... Prickly. I can understand that," Najia said. "Anyway, I'm just going to take the simple route on this one: buy one of the condensate ships, load it with the stuff at market value, and have it fly it to the headquarters... For 'upgrades' of course." She grinned.
Ace trilled softly at that. "Upgrades indeed." She fiddled with the datapad in her hand as Najia and the others started to do likewise, and after a few moments, found what seemed to be a saved-game in progress. It looked like a sketch of a space station, but it struck her as being a puzzle game, and probably an 'indie' one at that, given the godawful user-interface. She quickly worked it out of course, because a pirate's mind is slippery by necessity and a Teladi's mind is primed to calculate a dozen variables at once, and then she could dig into the meat of it. It looked like a space station, but it was one built on an impossible scale; an absolute megalith of a station, an absurd and ridiculous monolith seemingly built to construct the most basic and common of Commonwealth construction materials, but in absolutely absurd quantities. There was a rider on it, too; and that seemed to be the objective of the game, or at least of the current level; adding a mixed population of Terran, Argon, and Teladi workers, and the requisite inputs to feed them all, enough to run the entire station and then some.
The datapad in her hand chirr-uped, and Ace saved and closed the progress she had made in the game, finding that a new report had been filed by the professor they had hired for, frankly, enough money to probably have employed the entire Empyrean Curs. She skimmed the summary - short, consise and to the point - and trilled softly. "Interesting development," she noted. "Your starship professor is making yet more inroads." She looked up at the human magnate. "Apparently he found a project starfighter that someone had been preparing in one of your hangars."
Najia chuckled. "A project starfighter?" She took the datapad. "Paramerion...? Hmph. Looks like someone stripped down a Kallis for speed and narrowness, judging by these stats." "Could be fun," Marta pointed out. "For someone who likes to fly, that is," she added, grinning at Najia and Ace.
Najia chuckled, and then shook her head. "Might even be just the thing for chasing down this Northriver fellow, if we assume he's going to make himself difficult to catch up to. According to the Professor, it's currently a one-off, but they should be able to extrapolate the plans and build more, if desired. Seems that it actually was based on some early, unproduced Kallis prototypes." "I'll have it sent out to the Avarice Necessities supplier," Najia added. "Meanwhile..."
A high-importance alert hit her datapad. She frowned as she read the report; one - then two - then three - of her freighters in Windfall were reporting being harassed by the Vigor syndicate. That was new. She scowled at that, snarling.
"Trouble," Ace asked. Under the table, she curled her tail around Najia's calf, and Najia rubbed her eyes. "Trouble," Ace repeated; no longer an interrogative, but a statement. "The Vigor syndicate have apparently decided to start harassing ships carrying food," she noted, wrathfully. "That you have gone so long without them doing so is the anomaly," Ace pointed out. "They are not shy about that they use force to enforce their monopoly on food in Windfall and Vigor," she added. "And was this not the fight you intended to wage anyway?"
"Yes," Najia hissed angrily. "But the timing is wrong." She rubbed her eyeballs, seething. Her ships were reporting that the Vigor syndicate were being very aggressive; not quite at the point of shooting openly at them - which would go poorly for everyone concerned frankly - but they were harassing them openly, shaking them down for bribes or even demanding they drop cargo, as well as conducting "police" inspections for "contraband" - meaning food and water. "Then what do you plan to do?"
Najia grit her teeth, closing her eyes. She focused on the feeling of Ace's tail squeezing her calf, and seethed, but calmed herself. "Comply... For now. Set up some goodwill by selling them energy cells again." "Again? They're probably angry you cut them off in the first place," Ace noted, and Najia snorted. "Probably." Najia let out an annoyed hiss of breath. "Well, we'll deal with it." She drummed her fingers in annoyance on the bare metal, cafeteria-style table. "The time is not yet. Not yet... Yet." She cracked her knuckles, one-by-one. "First, we need to chase down this Protectyon stuff." She started fiddling on her datapad. "I'll just place the order and have it sent to the HQ. If Boso Ta can't work with that, well... I guess we'll try it Yorilos' way and chase down this Northriver."
"It might be worthwhile to approach him now in any event," Ace suggested. "The Northriver company are, as you might imagine... Well-connected, with the Vigor Syndicate." Najia pursed her lips and frowned, but nodded. She looked around the dingy cafeteria, and sighed, nodding, but sighed again, heavily. "You can't fix everything, Ninja Taco; and what you can fix, you mostly can't fix in a day," Marta said, softly. "Let's just... Let's try Ace's idea."
Najia nodded, with a heavy sigh. She covered her head with her hands for a few moments, and let out a huff. She needed a bit of breathing room, time to think, time to plan. She looked around, and drummed her fingers on the table. "Let's finish our business here, and head for the Necessities station," she said. "We'll give the Raleigh I bought time to make it to the HQ, and the Paramerion time to get here... Then we'll use it, as it's apparently speed incarnate, to chase down Northriver and see what he can tell us about Protectyon, or the Syndicate, or both." She looked around; there were no particular objections raised. Ace snorted softly at her. "I and 'Chipmunk' are laying low; it matters little to me where we do so or what other activities we engage in whilst doing. Besides, I wonder what this station looks like."
Najia grinned at her.
Scant hours later, Ace was in the co-pilot's seat of the Baku as it arrowed in to land, alongside the Radiant Afterglow that had been shadowing them the whole time. The station was a mammoth; Ace had been expecting some kind of small way-station. It had absolutely gargantuan solar arrays pointing at the nearby star; the number of docks and piers was, frankly, grossly excessive, to the point that Ace reckoned it could easily hold the entire ship population of Avarice. There were massive personnel accommodations, and all the things she had seen that made Takio's constructions so awe-inspiring. "The number of docks and piers you have here is mind-boggling," Ace commented as the ship landed on one of the Terran-style disk docks. "It defies description. I cannot imagine why."
Najia smiled weakly at her, leaning out to look out through the expansive flight-deck window. "Quite simply? I wanted there to never, ever, ever be any question about whether or not a ship in need of safe-habor from the Tide could find it here. And yes, we're buying the Protectyon stuff - at quite ridiculous prices - to keep the place safe." She pointed at a massive, triple-pronged module along the station's 'spine.' "The Breakers built that, and the storage for it. They're effectively a 'black box' to us since part of the deal there was that we didn't poke around inside, but the thing keeps working, and we've isolated them from outside comms to ensure that stays the case."
Ace snorted. "I'm surprised you agreed to refrain from reverse-engineering them." "Well, we did. Of course, we lied," Najia said, with a grin. "I don't believe in letting other people keep technological secrets from me. But we're not, you know, cutting our way in or anything... Sometimes, you have to move slow. Besides, nobody would bat an eyelash at me commissioning another Raleigh and stocking it with some Protectyon, right?" "Right," Ace said, chuckling. She glanced up at the station. It was massive. She glanced down at the time-table; the Paramerion would arrive in approximately sixteen hours. "This place is huge. I might have to look around."
Najia smiled at her. "Feel free. You want to come with me to chase down this Northriver character? I think I'm going to give this prototype a test run myself." Ace trilled. "That sounds fun. Sure."
The Avarice Necessities Supplier station was a mammoth. Ace had explored it thoroughly; it had all the amenities one might expect of a space station, which was surprising in Avarice space. Unsurprising to her now, was that the prices were absolutely rock-bottom. Not quite giving the stuff away at cost, but close enough. It was, Ace mused, a good way to make inroads with the Rakers, though she suspected that Takio was doing so out of beneficience as much as anything else. She seemed positively furious that the Syndicate were exerting control over food and water; absolutely furious.
That, Ace realized, was something that set her apart. To her way of thinking, it was only to be expected that the party which had the power to establish a monopoly on such basic necessities should do so, to further increase their power and wealth, exploiting that position to enrich themselves. Takio clearly did not see it that way. It was an affront to her; and she was clearly plotting the Syndicate's downfall over it. Ace mused these musings both before and after she took a nap, in a surprisingly-affordable lodging room she took on the station. The amenities were in fact made in the same style and materials as those Najia had established for herself back on her headquarters station. The shower, in particular, was an absolute luxury to Ace's mind; there was no time- or pressure-limiter, no charge for the water use, and, as with the showers on her ships, featured a slick slatted floor instead of an obvious drain and a bench. All available at such a rate that anyone who landed here could afford to stay without difficulty. Neither were there any other tiers of accommodation available; there were no 'suites' above and beyond what she slept in, nor were there the expected squalorus hostel dormitories she had sometimes been able to avail herself of in her youth - at prices that sometimes exceeded that of the individual suite she enjoyed. The only other forms of room available were doubles and quads for pairings or parties sleeping together, and 'accessibility' rooms for persons with mobility or other issues.
Ace had found this so surprising, in fact, she had chatted up the clerk at the lodging module. Apparently, Takio Enterprises had taken some simple shortcuts in their design process, by not doing the design work themselves; they had simply followed Segaris traveler-accommodation regulations and made use of a common Segaris habitat module design. The prices were set low because the station was, ultimately, self-sufficient save for the reliance on Protectyon, and it was largely viewed as a public service.
The difference between this station and the one they had left hardly any time at all before was striking. The Terran construction techniques Takio used were incredible, of course; but it also spoke to their intents that they were effectively leaving money in the pockets of persons who would pay higher prices for what they were offering and gladly. Of course, she mused, it wasn't entirely utopic. It couldn't be. she had found a tavern and lurked, and certainly she had caught the (metaphorical) scent of black-market trade. The number of employees at the station was enormous, surely there would be those who could be bribed. There was certain, she knew, to be a thriving underbelly in illicit goods or services; though it seemed that there was an effort to minimize this, by the simple expedient of making the most commonly-smuggled goods and most commonly-criminalized services legal, mostly in the Teladi style; Ace saw vending machines which dispensed packets of Space Weed and found a local-net exchange board which purported to connect medically-checked and cleared prostitutes with clients; tangential to that was a heap of information about prostitution - both practical and, she saw with a little digging, historical and philosophical - as well as resources for those looking to get into that trade, beginning with reporting to medical for an examination. There was also a stark warning that pimping, or abusing a prostitute in any way, carried a summary sentence of execution. Ace's eyes shot up at that. She ran a few searches to see what cut Takio Enterprises was taking for this, but couldn't find any over and above presumably the rental price of the lodging rooms involved.
It almost seemed clinical, but, she mused, on the balance, if this environment had been available to her when she was trying to figure out what to do to avert hunger, it certainly would have seemed a far more attractive option. Her primary reason for shying away from prostitution as a career, had been the fear of winding up the property of a pimp. Ace ruminated on this, whilst staring out the window of a tavern, at the star, through the solar panel array, when she got the message that the Paramerion had arrived.
The craft itself looked very much like many of the Terran ships Ace had seen in recent weeks, sitting in the pretty purple trim that Takio had ships meant for herself painted in. It was even sitting in a bay next to a Tsurugi superheavy fighter, which made her take a double-take; clearly they had wasted no time in producing the starfighters!
Ace looked between the two. The Paramerion was short dorsal-to-ventral, as most Terran small craft were, but this one took it to an extreme. It was elongated and somewhat narrow, though it could have, she thought, been narrower still without the side-mounted wings that served no purpose she could discern immediately, save to be wings. "They're for atmospheric flight," Najia explained. "Most Terran S- and M- craft are at least capable of it; most Argon, too, for that matter. Most Teladi... Even the Drill, which the Baku is based on; and of course the Baku itself. Though, admittedly, the flying shoe does rely a lot more on thrusters," Najia said; she was standing by the ramp into the Paramerion, watching Ace's gaze.
Ace trilled softly and nodded, joining Najia in the cockpit. It was roomy enough; the cockpit design seemed to be wholly-copied from the Kallis. That made sense, as they were apparently related designs. She looked around, and tapped on the holographic auxiliary console at the rear of the cockpit, to the side. "Shall I navigate for you?" "Unless you'd rather fly," Najia said, smiling at her. Ace took a moment to think on that, and shook her head. "I'll fly the way back, if all goes smoothly. It's your ship, you should take it. Where is Marta? Is she not coming?"
"She's already in the back. There's what the original designers of these classes euphemistically refer to as a 'bunk-slash-engineering-access' behind us, in front of the power plant. It's so tight I don't think anyone could even masturbate in there, but you can sleep in there... If you're desperate. Personally, I'd just roll out a sleeping mat in the dockpit," Najia said; this got a louder trill from Ace, as Najia took the chair. "Right, I've already done the preflight... Let's see what she can do."
Northriver was, allegedly, in the same sector - Avarice I - and finding him was a minor challenge. Ace operated sensors whilst Najia piloted; the ship seemed to have very desirable piloting characteristics; agile and responsive without being touchy or prone to over-maneuvering. Swift, but not prone to sliding. She looked forward to her own turn at the stick, as they narrowed in on the alleged location of Brantlee Northriver.
Finding him was little challenge - then Ace swore softly. "Is that..." She had another ship on the fighter's sensors, and brought up its details. Sitting a hundred klicks from Astrid, apparently the ship of Northriver, was J.P. Morgan's Knife. Ace hissed softly. "Does he... Really..."
"Does he really expect this guy to give us a sample to reverse engineer?" Najia groaned. "Fine, fuck it. If we don't ask, he will, and Yorilos is about as good at negotiating as someone who goes to a flea market, sees a pair of sun-shades at a stall, talks the proprietor down two credits and walks away feeling like they're John Pierpont Morgan." Ace trilled softly at that. "Is that whom his vessel is named after? Who was this person?" Najia snorted. "We'd have to interrupt the history lesson to run for cover from the Tide," she said with a grin, looking over her shoulder. "Suffice to say he was a human industrialist from a very long time ago, who managed to amass one of the smaller fortunes of his era, but who wielded power and control of money to substantially more effect than the actual wealth he personally had. He formed banks, you see; once, he helped to fend off an impending bank run that would have caused a financial collapse, by assembling a large number of a nation's most powerful bankers in his mansion, and locked them in his library, telling them that they would not be leaving until they had worked out a scheme to avert the crisis."
Ace trilled, watching as the little fighter closed on what she was reading as some kind of yacht. "That sounds like something you might do," she pointed out. Najia snorted, looked back at Ace, and chuckled. "I think I should take that as a compliment. J.P. Morgan was an asshole, like pretty much all of the wealthy and powerful persons of his time and era... Or, any era, to be honest. I... Never expected to find myself wielding clout and power like Morgan's, let alone enough that I probably eclipse him. It's... Kind of overwhelming, to be honest." "And yet, you persevere," Ace retorted. "By any measure, you could take what you've amassed now, retire to a sector of your choosing, build a monumental space station of your own design, and live a life of indolence until the money ran out. A Teladi could take your wealth and live out the rest of her life, even. Yet, you are building warships and lodgings fit for well-off individuals and affordable to the hardscrabble. By Teladi reckoning, Najia, you are insane."
Najia blinked at that, half-snorting. She had cut the travel drive and was approaching the lazily drifting yacht, and took the moment to turn her chair halfway, looking to her side at Ace. "Do you think I'm... Literally mad?" Ace peered at her, and shook her head. "No, I do not. Many Teladi might assume it to be so," she said, with an ambivalent sway of her hips and a shrug. "... I believe that you are acting to a set of principles and convictions that are, however, utterly alien to most Teladi understanding. You seem as if you intend to seize Windfall and Avarice outright. Yet even if you did, you would not squeeze the Rakers on food prices the way the Syndicate does. I do not understand where you are coming from," Ace said, swaying her hips again. "But... I feel I can trust you. And from there, confidence. Heads-up," she added, cautioning Najia. "We are close enough you had best comm them, lest they think you're about to attack."
Swiveling rapidly back to face forward, Najia did just that, signaling the yacht she was approaching of her intent to communicate. Moments later, she recieved a reply. "Yes, what is it you want?" Brantlee Northriver had a grating, abrasive, and smug voice; he was also dressed, she thought, ridiculously, wearing what looked like a desaturated blue jacket trimmed with excessively gaudy, and gaudily excessive amounts of gold, with some kind of absurd half-hood thing cupping the back of his head. It was some long-ago futurist's vision of what a far-flung spacefuture clergyman's robe might look like crossed with a business suit. Najia knew that her own sense of fashion was questionable, but even she immediately recognized the outfit as disgustingly ugly, and radiating both wealth and contempt. Her impression was realized as he continued, "I sure hope you have a good reason for approaching me. I am quite busy, you see?"
Najia mastered the urge to ask if he was busy receiving fellatio from someone under the console he was sitting at, because she could see absolutely no other possible activity he was invested in; she also mastered the urge to just shoot the smug off his face. She instead smiled at him, schooling herself into 'businesswoman' persona even though he made her skin crawl on an imager; and, of course, she would have to try to talk a sample out of it, because she knew that Yorilos was listening in and would certainly swoop in and somehow make things stupider if she didn't. "Mr. Northriver, you may not have had time yet to notice my minor operations; Takio Enterprises is expanding into Avarice. The name of Northriver and its Protectyon is on every set of lips within three jumps as a potent defensive measure against the Tide. I wished to obtain -"
"What, just a sample?" Northriver leaned forward, towards his camera, smirking - no, smugging - at her, adopting the 'Thinker' pose, briefly. "Such a small quantity won't get you far, if you want to protect yourself from the Tide. Can't afford more, eh?" For a moment, Najia toyed with the notion of making an offer to buy Northriver outright, just to wipe the smug off his face, but he continued to smug audibly at her. "Oh, well, since you seem to be new around here, I'll allow it. Once." Brantlee turned to look out his cockpit window at Avarice, which illuminated him brightly. Looking away and up was probably his 'best side;' it was the only posture in which she had yet seen him that looked anything other than 'contemptable.' "To get you hooked. Am I not charitable?" He immediately resumed his contemptuousness, then turned back to face her and made it all the more stark. "I will even cut you a special deal, how about that?" His expression clearly communicated his contempt and belief that he was superior. "Merely twelve and a half thousand credits for the sample you so dearly desire; my first, last, and only offer."
Najia wanted to say something scathing in return, she really did. Or simply to lock her cannons on his admittedly-very-sexy yacht and take the sample at cannon-point. Or to flip him the finger. Instead, she schooled herself to merely raise her eyebrow skeptically; forcing herself to maintain 'The Businesswoman,' who was too refined to rise to the bait. But she also had neither time nor patience to haggle over what was, frankly, a trivial sum to her bank account. Hell, she knew for a fact that Ace could buy the sample and wouldn't lose much sleep over it, just from what Ace had made in the last several days with her. "It seems your proposal can only be agreed to," she said, bringing up the financial transfer function on her console and sending the sum required.
Smugly, Brantlee grinned at her. "Here you go. I hope you leave as a satisfied customer!" Ace quickly tapped a message that appeared on her console. 'He's jettisoned an XS cargo pod.' The Teladi deftly located it for her on sensors, targeting it for her, as Northriver continued, "Oh, and by the way - don't for one second think that you can use this sample to engineer a competing product. It won't work. Northriver products are just too ingenious!" Northriver positively crowed it at her, and once again Najia had to master the urge to lock weapons upon him, but she did, at that moment, privately vow that, by means fair or foul, she was going to gain possession of his yacht if only to spite him. "Run along now," he added, smirking. "I have much more important matters to attend to," he clarified, sanctimoniously smiling, ending the comm channel and turning the yacht away, entering Travel drive.
"Let me bring that pod aboard," Ace muttered, manipulating the tractor controls, and comming the multipurpose space in the back. "Marta, if you would kindly suit up -" "Way ahead of you, Ace," Marta answered her, popping up on-screen already wearing a light pressure suit, in the airlock. "Get it over here and I'll grab it, make sure it doesn't jostle or anything. Mass?" "Considerable, but not more than a large human such as yourself can handle. Volitility is not known, but it cannot hurt to be over-cautious."
Najia smiled to herself as she heard Ace, unprompted, begin collaboration with Marta. A part of her cynical and intellectual side tried to argue that Ace was a pirate, and probably always would be a pirate at heart, but she was quite simply too fond of the reptilian spacer to listen to that part of her anymore; her oldest friend and her newest could be coming together. Then another comm popped up, and she resisted the urge to groan aloud. She let The Businesswoman fade; frankly, Yorilos didn't rate it, and they were (sort of) collaborators on this anyway. To her surprise (and pleasure), when he commed her, he immediately voiced her own opinion, "I wonder if being obnoxious is his deliberate business strategy?" Najia laughed, heartily, slumping back in her command chair and grinning brightly, shrugging. "I don't think so. I think it just comes naturally to the git."
Yorilos looked momentarily nonplussed, presumably by her vernacular, then said, "No matter. It will make it all the more enjoyable when we pull the rug from under the Northriver Company." "We are in absolute agreement about that," Najia said. "I want to wipe the smug grin off his face." She glanced down; her airlock indicator had closed, and she flicked up a view of the inside. Marta was carefully securing a container roughly the size and volume of a ubiquitous 205-liter shipping drum, though it wasn't one. "I've just taken the sample aboard." "You want to take it back to the headquarters yourself? Go ahead," Yorilos said. He cut the channel, and Najia blinked at the suddenness.
"... Well, that was... Abrupt," Najia said, looking back to Ace. "It was. I cannot believe that you paid twelve and a half thousand for the sample." Najia shrugged. "I mean... It's highway robbery, considering that a commercial volume costs just about twice that and is twenty cubic meters in volume whereas that sample is maybe two. On the other hand, you heard him; he wasn't in the mood to negotiate. What should I have done? Shot at him?" "Yes." Ace trilled, then huffed, shaking her head. "No. As cathartic as it would be, your plans are too long-term to have simply taken it from the wretch by force." She shook her head. "I suppose you had little choice," she conceded, "if you are to continue Yorilos' scheme."
"I'm kind of eager to set Boso Ta loose on this stuff myself," Najia said. The revolving door to the back cycled, and Marta walked in, looking flushed with exertion. "Thanks, Marta," she said. "You can thank me by you securing the damn thing in the 'hold,' Marta said, snarkily.
Najia nodded, and swiveled her chair all the way. "Sure. Thank you. Ace, you're up on stick," she said, standing up. "Let's just fly this thing straight home; I bet we can make it before dinnertime with us flying," she said, smiling at Ace. Ace trilled softly. "That sounds like a challenge. Accepted." She slid past Marta and Najia, slaloming between them, and took the stick, keying in a course for the Takio Enterprises headquarters. "We should recall the other ships, yes?" "Yes; good thinking, Ace. Thank you. I'll handle it from the back, after I've secured this barrel."
Ace and Najia made great time returning to the headquarters; they flew close to recklessly, causing Marta to comment that she was glad she was flying with them, for if they got themselves killed flying that way, she wouldn't have to hear about it. They arrived at the headquarters to little fanfare, and Marta peeled off as soon as they arrived, pleading the need to go and look into something she had arranged previously. "Well, shall we talk to Boso Ta?" Ace asked, looking up at Najia. They had gone to Avarice in an overnight journey by-the-numbers, stayed for less than a day, and were now back where they had started. "And hope that this back-and-forth bears some fruit?"
"I would very much like that," Najia agreed. The container had already been sent to the lab, and she squared her shoulders up, heading for the lift with purpose.
The door to the laboratory opened, and Najia's jaw dropped. "How," she said, flatly, quietly, as Ace all-but plowed into her backside. Ace slid around her side, looking into the lab, and let out a chuff of disbelief.
Yorilos was standing beside Boso Ta's tank.
Ace resisted the urge to hiss in surprise, and reached up, patting Najia's back. "I do not know," she confessed. "Perhaps he made use of an anomaly and was quite lucky. Or perhaps he has modified his hauler in ways unimaginable and is an outright daredevil pilot." Najia shook her head, and squared up, entering the lab. The elderly professor was nowhere to be seen, but it was late at night; he was likely in bed. So she went to the interloper, approaching Yorilos. "Yorilos, hi... What are you doing here?" She wasn't even going to ask how. That was his secret and his alone.
"Ah, yes. I really hope we can find a way to make the Protectyon more affordable for everyone in Avarice," he explained, as he peered around the laboratory. That, she thought, didn't exactly explain her question; presumably he intended for her to infer the answer. Somehow. Najia shook her head and smiled, nodding to him. "Alright." She climbed up the stairs, after a glance back at Ace, who had become fascinated by the new addition of a lot of bonsai trees in the laboratory's little greenery display, and greeted Boso Ta with a wave, to which the Boron responded with one of his own. "Hello there! Ah, excellent, the Protectyon sample has been delivered, and we may begin. Thank you kindly!" Boso Ta seemed to examine a computer tablet held in his... Tentacles? Flippers? Manipulators. He made a few deft strokes. "I have added the Protectyon Research to our agenda, and listed the required secondary materials. Feel free to initiate the research at any time convenient to yourself!"
With that abrupt declaration, Boso Ta swam upwards through the hatch in the laboratory tank, presumably to his personal lodging suites. Najia blinked, rocking back on her heels and looked back at Ace, who looked at her with the cocked hips that Najia had intuited was a definite shrug. "You'd think I didn't own the place," Najia muttered to herself, "the way almost everyone just... Is so... Curt with me." "You could put them in their place the way a pirate lord would," Ace suggested. "Or, if having a beating administered is too vulgar for your preferences, do what a capitalist might do and threaten them with penury."
Najia snorted. "Yeah... I think I'd rather just live with being curtly spoken to than be an asshole." "So be it. Your ways do allow for others to become... Familiar with you," Ace said, giving a vibrato trill. "For better, and for worse." She smiled at Najia, and Najia smiled back. Ace was toying with a small bonsai tree, and watched as Najia checked her datapad, then clucked her tongue.
"A lot of things we don't have on-hand," Najia muttered, "mainly because what Boso Ta wants - for this research project, and others - are Commonwealth-base, and we're not. That's not a huge problem, I'll just ask Tsukiko to set up a PO for a useful quantity of said commodities. For now -" The tank was suddenly filled again with Boso Ta. "Assistant, you simply must do something about this irksome vessel!"
A moment of silent passed. Najia pushed down the urge to be catty or snarky at Boso Ta, or outright hostile. She took a deep breath. "A... Vessel? Is irking you?" "Yes yes! Somehow, it is managing to distort the station's sensors, preventing me from witnessing a solar event in the Great Reef Nebula. I suggest you take care of this annoyance before it manages to disrupt even more observations!"
Najia took in a breath to respond, but Boso Ta had already vanished again, with such rapidity that even Yorilos seemed to be watching him dumbstruck. Yorilos also made a cocked-hip gesture, and then walked out. Najia watched him go, and snorted. "If he has even half a brain, he's going to ask Boso Ta what resources he's asking for and then try to get ahead of the purchase orders," Najia noted. "I would." "As would I," Ace agreed. "Would you like me to take care of this... 'Irksome Vessel' for you?"
"Bored?" Najia asked, grinning at Ace. "I wouldn't say that I was bored," Ace said, reaching out and squeezing her hand. Najia squeezed back. "But it seems that Boso Ta will not likely let the matter drop."
"Alright. Let's take care of it." Najia rolled her shoulders. "I can do this admin stuff from a ship as easily as my apartment study." She headed for the lift, neglecting to let go of Ace's hand; Ace likewise kept the hold, accompanying her. They almost ran into Marta coming out of it. She had a big grin on her face, and Najia pursed her lips. "Okay, what have you done," she asked.
"Oh, not much, just had a warship commissioned to keep close-to-hand in case we get in trouble and need some biggish guns fast. She's done, come take a look." Najia looked down at Ace, who trilled loudly at her. "Either you pay her too well, or you trust her entirely, if she has such authority in your name." "Jealous," Marta asked, smirking. "Yes," Ace admitted frankly. "Shall we?"
Najia sighed and laughed. "Fiiiine."
The bridge of T.E.S. Koshirae was the common standard Terran capital module, and very shortly, Najia, Marta and Ace were standing in it, shaking hands with the woman standing at the captain's post, who was wearing a stylish jacket in a decidedly non-Terran style, tights, and comfortable looking sneakers. "I'm sorry," Najia said, with a smile. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."
"Kevlin, ma'am; Selaia Kevlin. I'm a shipyard specialist." Her accent was distinctly neither anything Solar that Najia recognized, nor Segaris. "I'm surprised you're even aboard yet; we're only about to put her through space trials."
Najia snorted. "Not even the shakedown cruise, huh? You're not from anywhere I've been, are you?" "No ma'am." Selaia looked Asian, with her hair up in a tight bun. "I'm from Argon Prime. I found myself in Grand Exchange as crew on a freighter, saw the amenities on offer on your headquarters station, and jumped ship for a job here."
Najia nodded. "I see..." She grinned. "Are you spying on me?" "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you, ma'am," Selaia responded back, in the age-old joke. Najia laughed in turn.
"Right. Well, stand down for a while," she said. "I appear to have been talked into taking her out personally." "Ma'am!" Selaia stepped aside. "The, err, owner has the bridge!" she called out, fumbling through something approximating military protocol, as Najia stepped up, looking over the console. Najia grinned. "Alright. Nifty little ship. Ace, take the helm," she said. "Take us out."

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2023.03.25 05:01 Harbinger_51 I do a job for the government none of you know about. You should.

It was a beautiful day in the fall, and though being in the middle of nowhere in Ohio isn’t exactly my ideal setting for an assignment, it could have been worse. Opening my windows, listening to music, and getting a good whiff of country air is a nice contrast to being cooped up in cities like I’m used to. The sight of brown stalks of corn populating the miles of fields along the road was welcome, as was the cool and clean smell of the air. It’s a good thing these jobs don’t involve much interaction with people. Unfortunately, some level of interaction is inevitable.

On my way to this one, I got a speeding ticket from a cop at some little local department. Though I was, in fact, speeding, I got the feeling that he also didn’t so much like seeing a fed in his neck of the woods. The local police aren’t a fan of us, so I’ve come to learn. They tend to get suspicious of us, thinking we’re up to some top-secret mission behind their backs. I guess they would be right.

I kept driving down the gravel road until the navigation let me know my destination was coming up on the right. Turning down the radio as I approached, I glanced toward the empty fields and the woods that met them beyond. I then turned into the long dirt driveway leading to our civilians’ house and garage.

I rolled up and parked with my trunk facing the porch. Stepping out, I got another whiff of the fresh country air and looked at the area of operations that lay before me. I was surprised at the amount of land and space that I had at my disposal. Space is good for these jobs. Additionally, I was informed that there weren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting.

After stretching and letting out a light sigh, I decided it was time to get to work. I pulled the keychain out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It seemed like a nice enough place. It was certainly nothing worth complaining about given the conditions of houses I’ve faced in my previous assignments. I went back outside to my massive, government-issued vehicle and opened the trunk.

I pulled the first couple of duffel bags worth of equipment out and brought them inside. The kitchen was as good a place as any to set up. After making five or six trips of dragging heavy bags and boxes of my junk into the house, I went back outside to open the garage. Thank God we were able to catch this case early and the civilians were able to make it out in time. It also meant I got room in the garage to park this thing. All that remained in the truck was the large metallic box, but I wasn’t going to need that until later.

I shut the trunk and pulled my vehicle into the garage, closing it on my way out. I stepped back into the house where I changed from my suit to my gear. Wearing the suit all day annoys me but I suppose the higher-ups want us to look like good, “friendly” feds to the public. The public has no idea the kind of monsters we are.

I unpacked box after box of equipment and weapons. I loaded up my Glock 17 with its extended 30-round magazine just as I did with my standard .556 rifle. I checked the laser sights on both. All good. Next was my favorite, the.338 with the best scope you could ever ask for. It sure is nice having a virtually infinite budget. Perks of working for the US federal government I suppose. The final firearm I brought was my personal .357 magnum revolver that I kept holstered on my chest. I figure it’s never a bad idea to have one more gun, just in case. Maybe I should have brought more on this one. If things got too close, I always had my hunting knife. I sharpened it that morning before heading out.

The next few hours consisted of me going out into the woods near the house in various places and setting up dozens of my little cameras equipped with motion sensors. They were there to give me an idea of the location of anything that got brave enough to get close to the fields that surrounded the house, I would be able to know about anything that was coming to me. I didn’t take too much caution in setting them up. Things never get interesting until nightfall.

I returned to the house where I turned on my laptop and assured that all the cameras were connected and working. I could see every single one of them from there and would know if anything so much as moved. I then got situated on a chair by the kitchen table, where I opened the window and set up my .338 rifle to watch the fields with.

I suppose it would be worth mentioning why I’m out here, setting up fancy equipment in the woods and loading up an arsenal of guns while I’m alone in a farmhouse that isn’t mine. Let’s back it up.

March 1st, 2017, 3:33 am, Iowa

Dispatch gets a call from a local farmer. He claims to be looking at a figure standing still at the edge of a treeline on his property. The description given by the farmer was that of a man of average stature and build, clothed in a loose black or grey shirt and trousers and a large-brimmed hat.

The farmer tells dispatch that he had awoken abruptly roughly an hour earlier, unspecified as to why. He spotted the figure outside his kitchen window soon after. The figure had been standing near the edge of a row of trees. It was facing the house and hadn’t moved a muscle since the farmer noticed him. The farmer quickly retrieved his rifle and walked out onto his lawn, proceeding to brandish his firearm and tell the trespasser that this property was his and to leave immediately. The farmer, seeing that the man remained unthreatened by his warning and display of a firearm, retreaded back into his home to retrieve his phone and call 9-1-1 as he continued to watch the figure from his porch.

During this call, the farmer’s voice was noticeably nervous and frightened. The desperate tone and quivering speech continued to worsen as he went on explaining the situation to dispatch. Dispatch instructed the farmer to remain where he stood and not to approach the trespasser. Dispatch reassured the farmer that the police were on their way. A few quiet and uneventful minutes passed. Then, without warning, the farmer let out a horrified scream through the phone. The call was disconnected seconds later.

The police began their over 40-minute drive to the residence. Halfway to their arrival, multiple new calls were coming to dispatch from the farmer’s neighbors. They reported seeing a large stack of smoke coming from the farmer’s home, and the closest reported seeing the house on fire.

By the time police arrived, the house had burned to the ground. The fire department arrived shortly after but oddly enough, the fire had completely subsided. What remained was the charred crumbs of what was once a house. The firefighters that arrived on site were bewildered by how quickly the fire must have burned the house. There was no explanation they could fathom.

The police searched the nearby fields and woods for the farmer and alleged trespasser to no avail, however, their search was quickly called back upon the findings of the firefighters in the house. The man’s charred bones were found beneath the rubble but not as they should have been. It became clear after further investigation that the man’s limbs were ripped from his body before it was incinerated at an impossible speed. 4 .308 bullet casings were found where the porch of the house used to be. The rifle was found just outside of the house, unscathed despite its proximity to such a violent fire. Forensics confirmed that the rifle had fired these casings but the bullets themselves were never found.

This was the first, but far from the last.

October 28th, 2017, 11:07 pm, Montana

Dispatch gets a call from a rancher who spotted a woman in an old-fashioned black and white dress and wearing a linen cap. The rancher claimed the woman was standing amongst his cattle and not moving. The rancher expressed no panic or concern for his safety over the phone, but rather a concern for the woman in the field. The rancher also noted that his cattle kept their distance around the woman.

An ambulance arrived at 11:29. Paramedics found no trace of the alleged woman. They walked to the entrance of the rancher’s house and discovered his door to be unlocked and open. After calling for the rancher and getting no response, they stepped inside to be greeted by the corpse of the rancher, hanging from a noose in his stairwell. The man had no history of mental illness and none of his relatives or acquaintances had any reason to believe he was suicidal. Additionally, an autopsy report concluded that both arms were broken in multiple places as well as every finger as if they had been crumpled together by a great force. He could not have tied the noose himself.

November 29th, 2018, 2:06 am, Wisconsin

Dispatch gets a call from another farmer. He had spotted a woman in an old black and white dress and linen cap. The woman had been standing in the long driveway from the road to his house, lit by the lamp that covered it. She stood motionless in the cold, windy, and heavily snowing weather. The farmer and his wife were later found under a collapsed wall of their crumpled house with stones placed on top. They had been placed in a seemingly orderly fashion until there was enough weight to crush their bones.

This happens to be the first incident we have on record with photo evidence. A trail cam owned by the farmer and his wife a few acres away from the house caught a picture the night of the incident. It caught a picture of the woman exactly as the farmer had described. Black and white dress, white linen camp. It looked as though she had stepped through time from hundreds of years before and placed like a mannequin in front of the camera.

May 30th, 2019, Minnesota

September 3rd, 2019, Nebraska

January 4th, 2020, South Dakota

I could go on but the point is that these incidents have been happening more and more frequently and they aren’t stopping. We do know what they are, or at least what they’re supposed to represent to us.

Every single one of these “people” lived in North America during the witch trials. We don’t believe they were the ones who were executed. We believe they were the ones who made the accusations, the ones who got their neighbors killed, the ones who carried out the executions and now they’re back to kill again.

Luckily, my department picked up on these patterns early on and designated a team to deal with them. There are a few hundred of us. I am in the dark about what everyone does exactly. I haven’t met many but I do know that some find potential incidents, some investigate, some deal with the cover-up and handling the publicity, and then, of course, there are the ones you send in to eradicate the problem. That’s where I come in.

I am here to hunt them down, to put them back in their graves so it would seem. Sometimes I get here before they’ve claimed a victim, sometimes after. But their reign of terror comes to an end with me. They’ve never gotten away from me, and I have never failed an assignment. I didn’t plan on this night being any different.

A beep sounded from my laptop screen as an outline from one of the cameras lit up, indicating that the motion sensor detected movement. It had been quiet since I set it up, there was not even the slightest sign of wildlife. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. I leaned forward and intently examined the camera that had been triggered. There was nothing to see. Another sensor triggered. Again, the camera showed nothing. My eyes darted from camera to camera, looking for motion. Another camera triggered, though all that I caught sight of was a shaking tree branch. There was no wind today. Another. This time I saw it. A dog-looking figure darted across the camera in only a few frames, but I knew it was no dog.

I turned my attention from the cameras to the field in front of me, where the movement had come from. I got behind my rifle and looked down the scope to the treeline in the distance. My heart began to pound in my chest at an intense tempo.

I could feel the adrenaline kicking in while I scanned the edge of the field for movement. All that greeted me was the orange glint of the setting sun on the treeline and the tiny shadows of the little stumps of corn stalks in the otherwise empty field. It was silent. Not even a wind accompanied me this evening, though I can’t complain. It’s better for shooting.

For a few minutes, I continued to run my scope along the treeline, occasionally getting a peek with my own eyes. It was during one of these peeks when I noticed a color out of place, in between a couple of trees on the other side of the field—some sort of black-and-white spec that was there not a second before. I lowered my head down, back behind the scope, and centered it. As I steadied the scope, a man-like figure standing at the edge of the field came into focus.

It wore black, tattered rags of clothing that hung loosely on its rigid frame. It stood still, stiff as a board. Its eyes were fixed on something ahead of it. It took me a moment to realize it was focused on me. It didn’t move a muscle, not even blinking as it stared.

I came to my senses and prepared to do my job. I flipped the safety off of my rifle and centered my crosshairs on its chest. I began to breathe deeply, my finger on the trigger, ready to pull but I didn’t take the shot, not yet. I saw it start to move.

Even with the distance between us, my scope made the picture of this figure clear as day. The movement came from only one part of its body; its mouth. First, its crusty lips detached from one another and the mouth began to open. Steadily, it opened more, and more all the while the rest of its body and head remained fixed. Its jaw sank to what should have been all the more it could, but it didn’t stop. It fell further, dipping down below its chest, its skin like a stretched rubber band waiting to snap, though it didn’t, it kept stretching.

Still stiff as a board, the man-like thing remained with its eyes locked on me while its mouth sat open, impossibly wide. It stood still with its hanging jaw for a moment, a moment I shouldn’t have given it. Now I knew I had my target. I began to apply pressure to the trigger before I was stopped, shaken by a force.

A scream, like a choir of souls in despair being dragged off to hell, with the power of a thousand horns sounding the start of a medieval battle rung through the fields. Its volume caused flocks of birds in the nearby trees to fly away in a panic, its bass shuddered through my chest and left me too hypnotized to pull the trigger. I’ll never get used to hearing one of them scream.

“Here we go”

I muttered to myself, the only thought I could conjure from my brain at the moment.

Closing its mouth, it leaped forward and reached for the ground in front of it with its hands fixed like claws. As soon as they met the ground, the feet followed and planted themselves quickly so that it could boost itself forward once again. It had begun its terrible charge. All the while, its face remained fixed on me, rotting teeth exposed and clenched in rage. The speed at which it rushed across the empty field would make a deer running for its life look lazy in comparison, but I was the prey here.

Though my heart began to race at the sight of this abomination barreling toward me, this anomaly of hatred and hunger bound to flesh, I remained calm. I began to steady my breathing, taking control of each breath, in and out.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Squeeze.

The crack of the shot rang out through the dimming sky and the field before me, my response to its enraged scream. I remained fixed on the target, observing the spatter of blood as it shot from its back. It began to scream again, this time rapidly and desperate in tone. I quickly moved the bolt and chambered the next round, accompanied by the soft ring of the brass bouncing on the floorboards under my chair.

Although I managed to land a clean shot to the chest, it didn’t do much. It kept running, keeping on at its same speed. Though now it changed its direction and was running adjacent to my position in the house. It was trying to flank me. It wanted to find a way around my line of sight. I couldn’t let it.

Again, I took control of my breathing. Slowly, I drifted my rifle on the bipod until the creature came back into view. Its limbs pounded at the ground with speed and power as it propelled itself across the field. I’ll never get used to seeing one run either.

Starting behind it, I continued to move the scope, just fast enough to begin gaining on him, just fast enough to let the crosshairs catch up. Inhale. Exhale. The crosshairs slowly began to overtake it. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.

I chambered the next round quickly. This shot brought him to the ground, but it didn’t keep him there. After a short tumble, it rose and began to run again, this time back towards the woods it came from. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.

The third shot grazed its back. Frustrated, I chambered another round and took aim, but it was far too late. Before I could even begin to line up my fourth shot, it had taken one final leap from the field back into the treeline it came from.

I let out a sigh and hung my head in disappointment. I knew what I had to do next but I sure as hell didn’t want to. The last flickers of sunlight shone through the open window and lit my .338 rifle as I reloaded the magazine. I sat and stared blankly at the screen in front of me, hoping a camera would pick up some sort of movement that could clue me into wherever it ran off to. Knowing my luck, I shouldn’t have expected it to.

After coming to terms with reality, I stood up and grabbed my .556, slinging it around my body and letting it hang in front of me. I aimed it down, looking through its sight and testing its laser again before checking the chamber. Good to go. Next, I adjusted the night vision set to my head before picking up my .338 and heading for the door. As I stepped outside, I let out another sigh, this one of stress. Hunting these things at night, on their own turf is never as fun, nor as easy as finishing them quickly from a distance but what choice did I have? I just wanted to get it over with.

I flipped down my goggles and switched them on, illuminating the dark field in green and white. I began my long walk across. It took me longer than expected. The speed of that monstrosity caused me to underestimate the size of the field. Each step I took was slow and quiet. I didn’t want the crunch of my feet meeting the dirt and remnants of corn stalks to disturb my hearing. If that thing made a noise, I needed to hear it. If only I could have quieted my incessant heavy, nervous breathing too.

I was not even halfway to the treeline when I reached the first pool of blood, where I had shot it for the second time, and it decided to retreat. Bits of flesh were scattered about the ground, but I didn’t care to stop and look. Instead, I focussed on the blood I could see that led back into the woods.

Any experienced hunter has had to track a deer or two. It can be very frustrating. The trail isn’t always so clear, and you never know how far it has gotten. In my case, I knew this thing was still alive, and it was angry.

I continued my walk, splitting my attention between the blood trail on the ground and the treeline in front of me, scanning for movement and listening. If I was lucky enough, it would have gotten bold and tried to take me down in the field. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Silently, I followed the trail until it met the woods. I stopped walking and calmed myself.

I didn’t want to go past those damn trees, but there was no avoiding it. I had a job to do. I extended the bipod of my .338 and lowered it to the ground before raising the stock of my other rifle to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and resumed my walk, now even slower and more cautious. At least now my heavy breathing would be drowned out by the sound of snapping twigs beneath my feet.

Immediately upon entering the woods, I spotted the next sight of blood. It came from a tree branch, its leaves covered in the dripping crimson liquid. I walked up to observe, only to notice more blood on the branch above that one. And the next. I noticed the pattern and followed each branch up, one by one, each with its leaves covered in blood. Suddenly a mass moved on top of the tree next to the one I was looking up at.

I swung my rifle up, pointing above me at the top of the trees. The mass turned and into view came two glowing eyes, like white lights in my night vision. It opened its mouth again to let out another deafening scream but I raised my rifle and took aim. Its scream was cut short by a bang from my barrel and the thud of the rounds meeting flesh. I was only able to squeeze half a dozen rounds off before it leaped away, to the tops of the neighboring trees.

I kept shooting as it jumped from one tree to another, though within seconds it was out of my line of sight. I charged through the woods after it and watched it leap impossible distances, shaking trees so hard I thought some might snap. All the while I kept trying and failing, to line up a clean shot. The ones I did manage to squeeze off were either misses or ineffective.

Even at the full-on sprint that I managed to sustain for a good few minutes, I was barely able to keep up. I almost abandoned the chase entirely before I saw an opportunity. There was a clearing ahead. A trail. The distance across was far too wide for it to jump. It took a sharp right once it realized this and began jumping from tree to tree along the trail. I rushed into the opening before kneeling to line up a shot. I followed it with my sights, tracking the timing of each leap, and letting t it land and leap once more before it settled on a new tree. I shot off two more rounds as it braced to leap again.

They were perfectly placed and its body tumbled in the air and crashed violently to the ground. Having lined up my sight, I squeezed the trigger again to hear the absence of a gunshot, replaced by the click of the firing pin in the empty chamber. I screamed curses at myself as I quickly exchanged magazines. By the time I looked up, the body was already gone.

I got to my feet and continued down the trail at a jog-like pace with my rifle at the ready. I was beginning to get frustrated more than anything. I’ve put dozens of these things in the ground before, I didn’t understand why was I having such a hard time with this one. As I approached a curve in the trail, I slowed my pace and brought the stock of my rifle back to my shoulder. I approached the curve from the outside of the trail, trying to get a clear view of what was beyond when my head violently snapped to the left.

My vision went suddenly dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't dead, nor was I unconscious. Something hit my night vision goggles and knocked them clear off of my head, breaking the mount they sat on. My eyes were only beginning to adapt to the dark when another object came flying towards my head, narrowly missing as it whistled forcefully past my ear. It was a rock, around the size of a football. I couldn’t help but glance behind me in astonishment at the object that had nearly decapitated me before turning my attention back to what threw it.

Sure enough, there it was. Standing behind the trees at the corner of the path. I let my anger take control and began to fire rapidly at its torso. My disregard for accuracy hardly mattered at this range. Regrettably, it meant I was now closer than I would have liked and it began to charge. I landed shot after shot. Blood spurted from its back and painted the tree branches and leaves that it passed as it barreled toward me.

Again, my magazine went empty. Instead of bothering to reload a new one, I quickly drew my Glock and continued my rapid fire on the beast. It broke into the clearing and fell to all fours before it leaped forward and ran as it had done in the field. It closed the distance between us in seconds.

A hand clenched around my throat and I was lifted off of the ground like a feather. It kept running, past the edge of the clearing and carrying me into the woods. I continued to pepper it at point-blank range with my pistol. Between shots, I could hear its hysterical laughter directed at my futile efforts. Its face smiled with a look of sadistic insanity.

I continued shooting until my magazine went dry and I was stuck with an empty gun. With nothing else I could do, I began to beat its face with the empty pistol. This seemed to piss it off. It violently threw me through the air. I felt my body snap dozens of branches before I met the ground and rolled uncontrollably.

Recovering quickly, I grasped the rifle still slung around me and replaced the empty magazine with a new one. It was mere feet away from me when I started to fire. I got a few shots off before it grabbed my arm. This time I whipped the barrel of my rifle up, clubbing it hard across the face. It let out a short, irritated scream. I thrust my barrel at the top of its head, knocking it back as it emitted another angry grunt. It reached up with its left arm and tried to grab the barrel before half of its fingers were blown off by my next shot. It recoiled its arm in pain before swinging it back at me.

Upon contact, my rifle flew out of my hands and the sling came undone from my body as it was thrown far into the woods behind me. I attempted to retreat before he grabbed me with his right hand, and what remained of his left around my neck. Again, I was picked up and it carried me, this time only a short distance to a tree. My back cracked as I was slammed into the bark.

It looked up at me and smiled again.

“We killed our sinners, we brought justice to our land. We brought justice for God”

I ignored its foul speech, lifting an arm and hooking it across the face with a firm punch. It had no effect.

“You are all sinners, and you will die for your sins as they did”

Again, I struggled and pummeled its face with everything I could muster but it still did nothing.

“Now go and burn in the lake of fire”

It shouted, before laughing with a dozen sadistic voices all coming from its mouth.

It opened its mouth and its jaw was once again stretched to what should be an impossible level. It lowered me until I was level with it. It moved its open mouth toward my head, shaking with rage. Its teeth now inches from my face. Its breath, foul. With my left arm, I drew my knife, slashing it across the chest before plunging it into its neck. I hooked a punch with my right arm that finally caused it to stumble. It wound up its own punch and let it loose. I narrowly escaped, ducking out of the way before its fist met the tree and went right through, splitting it in half before the wood tumbled to the ground.

I took this opportunity to draw my .357. He recovered from its punch and faced me, pulling the knife from its neck and letting blood spurt and gush. It stared me down as it slowly approached, ready to deliver its finishing blow.

Its head was shaking now, harder than ever in anger, its mouth hung open to half its capacity where it showed its rows of rotting human teeth. I raised my revolver and attempted to steady my sights but I was too shaky. I quickly collected myself. Inhale. Exhale. The front sight became level with the rear. Squeeze.

The recoil caused the gun to rise enough for me to get a look at the damage. I clipped its mouth, in the corner of its jaw. It hung open, with one side detached completely. It wailed in pain as it gargled its blood and crumbled to the ground. I aimed again, cocking the hammer. Squeeze. With the second round, I detached its jaw completely.

“Let’s see you bite me now, fucker”

I painfully muttered with anger. It dropped my knife and was now laying flat on its back, breathing heavily. I approached, cocking the revolver again as I did. It reached out with its mangled hand but I kicked it away before placing my barrel to its skull. Squeeze. And then silence.

After dragging the body back to the field, I spent the next few hours retrieving my lost and damaged equipment, as well as tediously finding every one of my cameras. I then retrieved my vehicle and drove it to the edge of the field. There was just one more thing to do.

I opened my trunk and pulled out the metallic box. I don’t understand why they make these things so goddamn heavy. I opened it and placed the corpse inside before securing the extremely heavy-duty lock. Next was the hole. It wasn’t easy digging after I had been roughed up and tossed around by an undead religious maniac with superhuman strength, but at least this was the last thing I had to do.

I finished digging the hole, placed the metal casket inside, and covered it up. From there, I collected my equipment, packed it up, and took off. Supposedly there’s a cleanup crew that comes in after we’re done with these missions and destroys any bizarre evidence.

I suspect they take the body as well. Where do they take it? What do they do with it? I have no clue but I’ve been strictly reminded to not ask questions on the matter and to just stick to doing my job. Still, I always find myself wondering.

What I have even more questions about is why these things exist in the first place. What the hell is going on? Why them? Why now? Has this been going on for longer than I know? Am I being lied to? What happens next, in the future, if this keeps going on? It’s only been getting worse. They’ve only been popping up more and more frequently. When does it end? Does it end?

I have more questions than I do answers but what I can tell you is that this problem isn’t going away anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse. There are only going to be more of them, not less. The death toll will only continue to rise. People are going to find out sooner or later. It might as well be now. Maybe we will stop them. Maybe this will all come to an end one day, or maybe we are the ones who are all going to meet our end. Either way, I’ll be there to see it.

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2023.03.25 04:53 Old-Kaleidoscope9896 My first sewing projects!

Hey everyone, wanted to share my completed garments that I made from limited amounts of thrifted fabrics. The green dress is my first ever me-made dress and it is made out of a cotton fabric with some one way stretch (to avoid zipper). I self drafted the patterns and learned sewing from youtube, there was a lot of seam ripping involved 😂. Oh and I had bought a 70s kenmore sewing machine from a lovely elderly lady who helped me move it into my room (machine is attached to a heavy wooden table). The green stretch velour top is my latest project, I tried to recreate the ezlyn top from reformation. Didn't use any pattern just winged it and after a lot of trial and error it turned out pretty. The fabric I thrifted was a small rectangle so decided to make a top. Don't know anyone who sews irl so thought I'll share my creations with strangers here, made an account just for this lol

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2023.03.25 04:36 PappyStrangeLife The Man from Capernaum

“God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe say, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No, " Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
Next time you see me comin', you better run"
Abe said, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God said, "Out on Highway 61"
The radio, a martyr’s relic from a bygone era, sounded half as faded as I was.
I reeked of vodka and middy weed. I didn’t care. This lonely stretch of highway belonged to no one as far as I was concerned, and you gambled taking the curves in the dark.
It was your fault if you choose to gamble with me. Least, that’s the way I saw it.
Texas felt so far away.
“Well, Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation, drinks and gets mean
And he's gonna start a war
He's gonna start a warrrrrr
And he hops in his pickup
Puts his pedal to the floor
And says, "I got mine
But I want more"
Because Cowboy Dan's a major player in the cowboy scene
He goes to the reservation, drinks and gets mean
He goes to the desert, fires his rifle in the sky
And says, "God, if I have to die, you will have to die"
I hacked up what felt like part of a lung. My hand was stained, the oxidized rust of old blood mixed with a fresh coat of red, a fresco that highlighted a life poorly lived.
Wait.
What happened to Bob Dylan?
Or was it Johnny Cash?
Wasn’t I just listening…
Gaps in time. I prayed I hadn’t taken the ketamine.
That was for later.
If you want proof time is just a strongly worded opinion, just slip into a k-hole.
That was for later.
My eyelids felt heavy.
There were no stars.
Endless pines, only shadowy outlines in the dark, still cover for the night’s starving predators, were all I could make out.
I just guessed at where the road kinked and turned and straightened.
I was playing a game with God, and I wanted to lose.
I wanted us all to lose.
“Dance, Dance to the radio
While the, Devil takes control,
Dance, Dance to the radio,
While the, Devil takes control…”
The warm hug of oblivion, a feeling like endless cookies and Saturday morning cartoons, began slipping its infinite arms around me.
Come and See, and I saw.
It was still the witching hour when I woke with a startled gasp. I could feel the claws of need, withdrawal, dragging up my arms, burrowing into my skin, making the back of my eyeballs vibrate.
Every day the need grew stronger, and every day, I killed off a little bit more of me.
One is too many, and a thousand is never enough.
I was in a ditch.
This wasn’t new or news. I tended to wake up in a lot of ditches. Beats Motel 6. Fewer roaches and you could smoke in every room.
My truck wouldn’t start.
Not even the wheezing gasps of a machine trying to cling to artificial life. Just a click and utter silence.
The battery couldn’t be dead. I checked my watch.
5:55 A.M.
I figured I’d tried to hit the eternal snooze button around 3 A.M. It had only been a few hours. Battery should be fine.
A cursory inspection showed no external damage. No blown tires, no misbegotten wires or missing spark plugs. Hell, it seemed like I’d just slowly cruised into this dark little corner of the universe.
It was as though the truck just gave up the ghost and said, "I’m done." The thirsty horse dropping to the ground in an endless desert, done with the death march.
I bear crawled up the small ravine and onto the highway.
A generous term for a lonely road in whatever the Hell backwater burg America had shit out here.
All I could see were outlines in the dark.
Fitting, I thought.
And then an explosion stole my vision.
Let there be light.
And there was.
And it was good.
Especially good.
Because it was a bar.
A ramshackle of a spot, dive joint meets biker meth hangout, from the looks of it, and it was just powering up.
Shit, if you couldn’t drink on Sunday morning, were we really free? Were we really God’s children at all?
I started ambling toward the light, my eyes adjusting to the deep gloom.
“The Man from Capernaum.”
Hell of a name for a spot in the middle of BFE.
Hell of a name.
Hell.
Hell, I needed a drink.
My watch read 6 a.m. but it was 5 o’clock somewhere, and this place had electricity buzzing it had to pay for and didn’t much strike me as the sort of establishment that probably saw the law as anything more than a nuisance.
I sauntered up to the door, my black boots clicking loudly against the rotten wooden porch.
Into the lion’s den we go.
Unsurprisingly, it was empty as a church on Friday night. Why kill the Son if you can’t have the sin, after all?
But it was unlocked and music was softly crooning from somewhere.
“As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that Good Ol’ Way
And who shall wear the robe and crown
Good Lord, show me the way”
Fantastic. No bartender and proselyting in a shit joint. That’s just what my migraine and itchy skin called for.
I considered hopping the bar and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, but this struck me as a place where your head might become acquainted with a shotgun right quick and nobody would kick up much fuss.
I was going out, a lamb among wolves, but on my terms. I’d had enough violence. I wanted to feel the void swallow me whole, not feel a hole swallow my head.
Plopping down on an empty stool, I risked lighting up a smoke. Certainly they wouldn’t get bent out of shape over a cowboy killer or two.
And shit, who was there to kick up dirt anyway? A ghost town without the spirits, save the ones just behind the bar and out of reach.
The tantalizing fruit in the garden.
God, I need a cold one, now.
“Till armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the Father Hen will call His chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When The Man comes around”
The hairs on my arm stood up.
That wasn’t the gentle croon of some A.M. gospel channel. That was someone singin’ in the bar.
In the furthest stool at the left end of the bar, a wild looking man sat, intermittently taking greedy gulps of amber beer and singing loudly, his other arm flailing frenetically as though conducting an unseen orchestra.
Ah, good, a ninja crackhead. That’s just what I need.
He looked over at me and I leapt from my chair and damn near outta my boots.
Ancient as the hills, this man looked like he’d just come down the mountain from communing with the darkness itself.
God damn.
A wild, grey, patchy beard splayed out in every direction, as though the hair itself was trying to escape the vessel that grew it.
The crown of his head was bald but the rest was shaggy white hair, matted in some places, errantly sticking up in others, as though it couldn’t choose between electrocution and submission.
He wore what looked like a white robe, but it was stained with all manner of mess. Copper, brown, yellow, black. Blood, shit, piss, and Heaven only knows what. A fetid robe of many colors.
Tattered, rudimentary sandals held in dirty feet with long, yellowed toenails.
The man reeked worse than sulfur. Worse than death. It was like the pungent stank of the human stain clung to him with reckless abandon.
He was chubby and withered and maddened.
But none of that held a penny to his eyes.
Orbs of the purest white, ringed with seared, blackened flesh around the edges.
Nothing but endless, empty white that somehow felt like it saw nothing but what we all couldn’t see. Nothing of this world but everything we hide in it. Our lies, the horrors behind the masks, what we do in the dark, this tattered, horrible amalgam we have the audacity to still call “a soul.”
Fuck this.
I went to run but found I had no will to do so.
My boots had become one with the earth, like the leather was finally gonna join the cattle that had to die for me to feel like a man.
A crash of thunder stole my hearing, a tiny whirlwind began lifting and smashing bottles from behind the bar.
The seals of the bottles came open, spraying spirits everywhere.
The bar was alight with white fire and a light blasted through the bar that would embarrass the Sun.
Then all was silent and still.
“Nice hooves,” the man said in a velvety baritone.
I looked down at my black boots and back up at him.
There is probably a drug cocktail somewhere in existence where, if mixed properly and taken with utter scientific precision, probably unlocks the gates to Heaven in the human consciousness.
I think I might have found the one’s that unlocked Hell’s.
The man wore a wide, warm grin. Authentic and inviting, the jovial visage of every TV grandfather. Creature comfort. He no longer looked like a raving maniac.
Far from it.
The man was now young, maybe late 20’s.
Golden, feathered locks elegantly curved just behind his ears.
A black cardigan, dark jeans, and new Grecian sandals graced a well-kept temple, a body of with seemingly perfect porcelain skin.
Sapphire blue eyes, pools of painful beauty, the kind that feels like a knife twisting your gut, looked at me with compassion.
I could smell lilac and some spice that seemed reminiscent of a world long gone by but made me what want to curl up with a blanket and read a good book by the fire wafted my way.
A single, marred tattoo of a small cross ran down the index finger of his left hand.
The man sat down and said, “why don’t you and them hooves join me, Pappy?”
I go by a lot of names to keep myself safe in this shithole world, but I hadn’t gone by my real name since I beat a kid black and blue in elementary school for mocking me for it and my daddy had told me he was proud of me. Put a cigarette out on the back of my neck later that same night after a few too many for causing trouble.
The duality of man or whatever the Hell the academics prattle on about, I guess.
“They’re boots,” I snarled, playing at bravery, bluffing like I did every day of this wasted life, hopin’ it might but him back on his heels.
I didn’t know if I was messing with some damned creature not of this world or was just higher than a kite and seeing nonsense. While the latter seemed far more likely, I wanted to prepare for the former.
“Sure,” he said kindly, “sure.”
I sat down on the tattered stool.
“Where’s the bartender? And how the Hell do you know my name?”
“Calm down, son. You look like you could use a drink of the old blood. Sure beats those poisons you keep sticking in that body we gave ya.”
A wine glass appeared before each of us, filled to the brim. The man, or whatever it was, sipped away, humming some forgotten hymnal.
“I ain’t much of a vino fan. Got any Irish whisky?”
He lifted his glass as though to toast me and said “Sure. And you certainly will need that later. For now, the grapes of wrath, as it were.” A soft chuckle left his lips.
I sipped the wine. No sense bucking the bull when you don’t know how big or angry it really is.
It tasted like nothing I had ever had before. An indescribable, wicked deliciousness.
It warmed me up and filled me with light and hope and covered up all the dark holes that had punched through me by others.
Even plugged the ones I’d punched myself.
“We?”
The man took a small sip. “Sorry?”
“You said ‘the body *we* gave ya. *We*.”
It was only then I noticed he was crying.
There were no sobs, no audible gasps, no tremors or shakes, just slow, steady tears of blood dripping from those perfect blue orbs.
“Name’s Arah. I’m an Angel.”
Arah downed the goblet of wine, flecks of his bloody tears caking the glass’s rim.
“Behold, I send an angel before you to guard you on the way and to bring you to the place that I have prepared.”
This obvious machination of my drug addled brain chuckled louder this time, a slight slur and anger tinging his words.
“I’m even less for all that religious babble than I am for wine. Though this shit’s pretty damn good, I gotta admit.”
“LIAR!” Arah screamed, shaking the whole bar. His eyes were wide and obsidian and his chest heaved heavily.
“Liar.” This, a quiet whisper.
“You spent your whole life in church.
You soaked up every hopeful word, every promise of redemption and fixing, and the truth of that still rattles around inside you.
You can stick all the needles you want into that arm so you can lie to yourself and take away the pain you were meant to bear, but you can’t lie to me. We see everything, for we are many.”
Arah refreshed his glass with a small flourish of his hand before downing it again, his disposition getting slightly wobblier.
“DRINK!” he screamed, and when the world stopped shaking and those eyes turned blue again, I sure as shit started pounding the fermented fruit.
Ain't the time to be picky.
“You aren’t having a bad trip. I'm having a bad trip.”
The endless tears of blood fell quicker, like a swift red river coursing from a deep blue waterfall.
Small pools of it began forming of the bar. A slight acrid smell was on the air, barely noticeable behind all the wonderful aromas.
I felt warm and real and firm. I felt human again. My glass had been refilled and I downed another.
Okay, so I was getting wasted with an angel. Admittedly a first, even for my winding and warped road, but getting blitzed on Jesus Juice sure beat pissing off some emotionally unhinged cherub motherfucker.
“I can’t find Him. I can never find Him.”
Slight groans left Arah’s lips and he gulped down another glass.
With a minor twitch, the glass flew and smashed against the wall.
A nanosecond, if even, after the sound of shattering, it reappeared anew, full of the deep blood wine, before him, and he slurped it down his gullet.
I was trying to keep pace with him.
Shit I could drink a fifth of whisky and make it home alive but something in this good good had me slippin’. A part of me knew I should be petrified to ask, but the rest of me was too faded to care.
“Find who? What brings you here, cryin’ tears in yer beers?”
Now I was the one slurring.
“Take them.”
I looked down at the bar.
A belt. A syringe full of something brown and beautiful.
All the gear.
And six shots of what I prayed was Jameson.
“But where sin increased, grace abounded all the more.”
Arah was slurring hard now, slowly spinning in his chair, laughing and crying.
“Have a taste. At least there’ still manna.”
I shot the whole thing and downed that beautiful Irish whisky. Warmth and light filled me up and stole me away from this putrid rock.
Somehow, as wrecked as I was, I felt I could see Arah all the clearer, like the Sun pushing out the remnants of a storm. His hands looked withered, and those blue eyes looked heavy and tired.
“I miss Him. God. Father.”
I began to mumble some apocryphal question, but a raised hand silenced me.
“We’re taking communion here, son, an act of contrition, of grief, celebration and loss. I’m not giving about to give you a seminar on the finer points of how you all bungled what we gave you and called it ‘religion.’ Just shut the fuck up and drink.”
We downed a glass of wine in unison, a broken human and clearly a broken angel, performing a ritual at the alter we were left with.
“You wanna know why I’m here drinkin’? I know you do. I can hear it rattling around in that little rat brain of yours, gnawing, gnawing, gnawing.
Well, here’s why. GOD LEFT.
You remember your Bible.
Like a schizophrenic mother when the voices just crept too far in, he drowned all his children in the bathtub. He felt regret.
You apes can’t come to terms with the fact that it isn’t cognitive dissonance to be perfect and make mistakes. Your binaries and absolutes are the pathetic crutches you rest on, the prisons you build for yourselves. You think you live in the grey but you don’t. You are the simple minded mistake of something far greater than you could possibly fathom.
Hell ain't nothin' but a door locked from the inside.
He was right to drown all of you, ya know.
You’re an abortion that didn’t take.
You’re the science experiment gone wrong.
You’re the motherfucking poisonous residue left over when the manufacturing process goes the slightest bit awry.
He TRIED. He gave you EVERYTHING. And you chased him away.
He wanted to put you all down. Wipe the slate clean. Shoot the wolf with the broken leg caught in the trap. Mercy. But He had made those fuckin’ rainbows, and He kept his word.
You all sit and pout and scream and gnaw and gnash and blow each other up. Always the same shit in this horrible flat circle.
"My god is real, your god is fake! "
You never once consider you’re all talking about the same damn thing, and more to the point, you're spend your entire lives debating His existence. What a catastrophic waste to be so far from the mark.
Is He real? Is He a fairy tale?
Is there a big bearded man with a sword in the sky or is it just what some primitive apes told themselves to explain the lights in the night sky, a mechanism of control and purpose in an entropic and meaningless world?”
I felt frozen listening to Arah rant.
Somewhere, between the distant sound of brutal words, I heard that radio kick on.
“The Third Planet is sure that they’re being watched
By an Eye in the Sky that can’t be stopped
And when you get to the Promised Land
You’re gonna shake the Eye’s hand”
“You won’t.”
Arah spoke quietly and sipped and audibly sobbed.
“I…I won’t what?”
“Shake his hand. He’s GONE.
You all fight with words and books and swords and shells and atoms about whether he exists. It’s your relentless, simpleminded addiction to dichotomy. It would be so boring if it wasn’t so sickening.
You think He exists, and if He does, He is here and He loves you and hears your stupid little prayers about football and bone cancer and bank accounts and AIDS.
And if He doesn’t exist, well, it’s just a bunch of conmen working over some fools with a fairy tale.
Any of you shitbirds ever consider He exists and LOATHES you? That he cut the cord to that existential phone line and ain’t nobody on the other side of that line anymore?
You live in an infinite universe that is forever exploding and expanding. He exists outside of even that.
You think you’re special? You’re one tiny experiment among so fucking many, I couldn’t make the smartest mathematician in the history of this planet understand how infinitesimally numerically irrelevant you are.
The question isn’t, is God real or is it all a hoax, a self-delusion?
The salient question, Pappy, is whether He’s here. And He ain’t.
He kept his word and let you all live and fester and replicate and mutate like the virus you are. The fruit that ate itself.
But daddy split. Went out for smokes and He ain’t never coming back. Moved onto a new family. Just like He's done again and again and again. And I'm guessing will keep doing 'till He decides He got it right. Ain’t been here for a long time. Long, long time.”
6 glasses of wine appeared before Arah and he downed them all with lightning speed, spewing blood, sobbing and gasping and drinking.
His hair greyed and whitened and fell to the floor.
His nails began to decay and yellow.
The smell of shit and piss and bile crept up and began to make me nauseous.
“And you know who got really fucked? US. The angels.
God gave us instructions and we followed it. We knew what we had and we didn’t deviate. We did our duty. And He left us behind, too.”
Arah’s clothes began to whiten and dirty.
The enrapturing blue of his eyes began to fade, growing paler and lifeless. A wild, twisted beard and belly began to sprout.
“Then it goes and takes along with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there; and the last state of that man becomes worse than the first. That is the way it will also be with this evil generation."
Arah began shrieking.
"Fucking humans.
I AM AN ANGEL OF THE LORD YOUR GOD, AND I AM BOUND FOREVER TO THIS SHITHOLE OF A ROCK, ENDLESSLY SEARCHING THE COSMOS FOR A FATHER I CAN NEVER FIND, TRAPPED IN A PRISON I CAN NEVER LEAVE, FOR A CRIME I DIDN’T COMMIT.
YOU ALL DID THIS.
YOU ALL DID THIS.
YOU DID THIS.”
Arah leapt up and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me on high.
Fire scorched his eyes, leaving empty pale pools singed to a blackened crisp at the edges.
The wild, infested thing I’d seen before held me as though I weighed less than the judgment feather.
He was sobbing.
“I…I just did what I was told.
Do you know what Hell is? There’s no fucking lake of fire or torture rack with goats.
It’s this.
An endless existence having tasted God’s grace and love and then forever being separated from it, eternally searching for that one drug you know you can never find.
'Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.'
This, this place, is Hell.”
All the opium in the world couldn’t save me from the stark terror of this celestial’s tortured judgment.
I was quaking and pissed myself.
“Now I got ya shakin’ in your boots. Nice hooves.”
He threw me and I slammed against the wall and I felt every ounce of wine and heroin and whisky spill out of my body and onto the floor.
In that moment, I felt the unmitigated suffering of absolute sobriety, and I’ve been sober every moment since.
This wild, unfettered thing inched closer to me.
It was only then I noticed the tattoo on his finger more closely. It was…clearer to me now. Everything was. That little cross on his finger was upside down as it faced me.
“What does your name mean, Arah? What did you do that made God leave all his angels behind?”
Arah opened his mouth and two snakes, one a viper, the other a colorful coral, slid out of his mouth and began encircling his head and neck, never striking, never squeezing, simply coiling infinitely.
“YOU FUCKING APES. I’LL RIP THE SOUL OUT OF EACH OF YOU AND EAT IT FOR LIFE ETERNAL.”
Arah, this manifestation of man’s worst nightmare, leapt at me, blood spewing, snakes dancing, the bar shaking and burning and reeking.
Alas, Babylon, for me.
Inches from me Arah froze, held still by some unseen force, his mouth snarling words that only came out as unintelligible, wet squelches.
A voice from the bar’s door whispered a single word.
“World.
In the first tongue, 'Arah' meant ‘World.’
At the door stood an older black woman with the kindest eyes I’d ever seen.
She wore a bracelet of thorns and a dress made of every flower my mind could conceive.
Golden eyes flecked with amber looked at me lovingly.
She quietly sauntered up to Arah and shook her head wistfully, a disapproving but loving mother wishing her child would just behave.
“You would do well to accept your place here, Arah. The Father may be gone, but this is where you and your lot stay. It was not man’s fall that bound you here.
Tell him what you did...Angel.”
Arah fell suddenly to the barroom floor, all the strength clearly sucked out of him.
“I..I did what I was told. I followed the orders I was given. It was for Him, Uriel.”
Uriel tutted her tongue as though an impudent child had told her a silly, obvious fib.
“You can lie to yourself all you want, Arah, but you cannot lie to me.
You, who whispered endlessly to Herod.
You, who dwelt in Caligula.
You, who served Qin Shi Huang.
You, who sought refuge in Robespierre .
You, who possessed Mengele.
‘And the angels who did not keep their positions of authority but abandoned their proper dwelling—these he has kept in darkness, bound with everlasting chains for judgment on the great Day.”
Uriel helped me to my feet, brushed me off, and lightly put her hand on her cheek. It was the only moment in my life I knew what the word “home” meant.
“And you won’t lie to Man, either.
You remember the deal you begged for, Arah? Let remind you:
'They began to entreat Him, saying, “If You are going to cast us out, send us into the herd of swine.'
You had the gall to call his creation, however staggeringly imperfect, swine.
You got what you asked for, then.
And you will have it for all time.
Get behind me.”
Uriel picked me up as though I were a mere baby and carried me to my truck. She laid me gently in the passenger side and started the engine.
The radio kicked on.
“I’m a rolling stone
All alone and lost
For a life of sin
I have paid the cost
Take my advice
Or you’ll curse the day
You started rollin’ down
That Lost Highway”
As she pulled away, I looked back at The Man from Capernaum one last time.
It was consumed in fire and the squeals of pigs shrieking carried through the cool night air.
“Do not pity him.
‘You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons.’
God may have left this world but let the Demon burn.”

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2023.03.25 04:36 Dude_Iam_Batman Help me find the instructions for this ikea bed frame

I just got this from my mom and she lost the instructions. I looked all over Ikea website but couldn't find anything. The closest one I could find is the Malm Bed Frame but this frame is similar but not the same. I suspect it is an older model and IKEA has stopped producing. TIA

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2023.03.25 04:13 CrazyMochiEater SESSION 6: What time is it again because time has lost all meaning

[Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5]
So… This session was weird. Initially titled “Session 5b”, this session starts during the tail end of session 5 chronologically. So how is it that Sister Cecilia (and everyone else in session 5) was simultaneously attempting to prevent Fredpocalypse 2022 *and* chilling with the rest of the group? Because it wasn’t us.
You see, this part of the forest was a strange labyrinth which created clones of Fred, Nalvyr, and Sister Cecilia; these clones (which we played) sought to trap the others in the maze. As a result, the DM created a traitor channel in the discord, which I will be using to aid in this recap. The quotes channel was also an aid, although it will be more helpful in the future.
TLDR: The stuff outside the spoilers is what Carl, Clarence, and Hattock saw. The stuff inside the spoilers is what Sister Cecilia, Fred, and Nalvyr [the evil clones] did.
Who was here?
Carl: The description in the notes is “Farmer from Tennessee who makes moonshine[, is] constantly high on mushrooms, and is dressed in renfaire gear”, which I think is a quote from the player. Comparatively armless.
Clarence: The druid. Has a dark and troubled past.
Hattock: The group’s fighter. Not particularly notable this session, apart from having some semblance of reason.
The clone brigade
Nalvyr: I still don’t actually know what class he is, but the player is True Chaotic
Fred: The rogue. The original holds the Silent Knife, but the clone isn’t silenced because a copy of a magic item isn’t magic
And [the late] Sister Cecilia, who’s being even more of a jerk than usual.
Let the session begin!
First came the question of what to do with ~~a drunken sailor~~ an unconscious bard. Hattock opts to gently pat Carl, but Sister Cecilia’s swift kick in the ribs means we never learn how well that would have worked. Accentuating his sudden return to consciousness with the panicked realization that he’s missing one of his arms, Carl does not take joking about losing the other well, screaming “IT WASN’T FUNNY THE FIRST TIME!”
Carl will remember this.
The area we woke the bard up in has a distinct burny smell, which (for the most part) is coming from the other side of a giant bramble wall, as well as a charred skeleton. Someone (presumably Carl) tries to get us to stop messing with it, telling us “It’s already been burned, leave it alone” twice. Hattock then tells Carl “You’re one strong bonk away from dying”. We eventually make it to a chipped bone field, where Carl is left feeling hot and dizzy; At the other end is a sturdy door, which Fred leads the group through.
We are now in the labyrinth. Faced with 3 potential paths, Sister Cecilia recommends following a wall because she wants to keep them trapped in the labyrinth and knows they won’t reach the exit that way and Carl recommends getting loot so we can drink away our sorrows on the king’s dime. There’s smoke and fire to the south and east respectively, and we resolve to follow Carl south. And on the way…

Sister Cecilia tells Carl: “Look, I know it’s been tough lately. We’ve all had our fair share of hardship on this journey, but of us all you’ve had it the worst. In light of this, I offer my aid: Just ask, I’ll give you a hand if you need it.”

Once the table stopped laughing, Carl muttered “lady give me strength” skyward and we began moving toward a cabin: Clarence in the front, Carl casting invisibility, and Nalvyr taking up the rear so as to set the house alight unnoticed. On the way there (presumably there was something dead/dying nearby?), when offered a spare arm to replace the one he lost, Carl says "I would rather have 1 arm and a soul than 2 arms and be possessed by one of them". Once at the cabin, Fred wins a game of rock, paper, scissors against the feral knight, which eventually blooms into friendship!.. Between those two only. As the group enters the cabin with the stack of bodies in the corner, Sister Cecilia pulls out a copper kettle and some broken ceramic cups from beneath her 7 veils and Carl asks if “the teeth man” (presumably the knight?) can write. With this, he reveals the corpses in the corner are held together by silver stitching before pointing to Carl.
On the way out, Sister Cecilia accidentally rips the door off its hinges. After a quick use of mending and a couple jokes about this place being a rental, we ask the tooth knight if there are more than 3 powerful entities in play. The tooth man just bowed, leaving us to go on our merry way after Carl was mysteriously mind spiked by Nalvyr, which apparently qualified as a strong bonk because he went out like a light. The player joked that he’d failed the save because he was too busy thinking about boobs. Hattock revealed himself to be an Echo Knight, summoning one to carry the bard as Clarence used Healing Word to wake up the sleeping bard-y. Now that Carl was conscious, he was fair game for Hattock to accuse him of something involving the Lady of Broken Branches. Carl’s reply was that he’s not a good seamstress.
The next area is “a major humming”. Sister Cecilia decides to question the centipede with human hands the party has resolved to leave the fuck alone [in an attempt to get it to murder the party]. As a result of her behavior, the centipede states that so many of us have guilty consciences. With that, we pretty much skip to the next area, which is full of bonfires.
As we approach the bonfire zone, the sound of bells surrounds us as Nalvyr casts Toll the Dead on the group, leading to a round of wisdom saves. After this, Nalvyr decides to ritual cast Detect Magic (presumably to find the origin of the ringing), an ominous figure appears in the distance, and Sister Cecilia accuses Carl of being a traitor – a baseless accusation interrupted by the arrival of one of the demon fire cats from session 3, approaching but scared of us. Carl gets close to the cat (which is hissing at everyone by this point), but Fred gets the cat’s friendship.
It’s name is Chicken Nugget.
Obviously Sister Cecilia takes the fact Carl was able to approach the cat at all as suspicious, even as we start to go further down our chosen route toward a pond. Which inexplicably has a cat in it. Carl finds this suspicious, and is starting to comment on it when the rest of the party catches up, makes their wisdom saves, and rolls two crit fails. Turns out both Clarence and Sister Cecilia are suckers for a cat in need, and we took off running for the lake. And we just kept running, even as we went into the lake. Clarence and Cecilia were drowning, Carl got a Spare The Dying right as he passed out (from Nalvyr’s well-timed Toll the Dead), we almost drowned. Good times.
Once everyone’s got of the pond and the Heimlich maneuver was properly applied, the group started discussing the bells that had inexplicably started ringing: Hattock said it’s the old tinnitus acting up, whereas Carl says (more pessimistically) that Sister Cecilia and Nalvyr can’t hear them because they’re not tolling for us… shortly before he has another attack of Fantasy Epilepsy as the cursed choker we’ve been carrying around force-attunes to him.
[At this point, Nalvyr’s player gets an idea: use predistignation to create a false path. I offer to be the first one down the path, so as to trick the others into following. The DM gives us the thumbs up for this plan.] As the group continues, the second person in line suddenly walks face-first into invisible brambles. This maneuver is repeated, by different people, in different variations, multiple times. In the midst of this, Sister Cecilia falls into a giant chasm we somehow never noticed. Surprisingly, she objects when Carl catches her, saying that she’s got some falling to do, returning from above. From here she starts having “glitches”, akin to if she was being recorded with a VHS tape.
Once the group returns & finds the way out through deus ex DM, we take a long rest before entering a crypt-esque area [which I actually requested]. One of the coffins (labeled “Illiana Aldrich” contains a model resembling Sister Cecilia’s corpse, albeit made from china with golden cracks (a la Kintsugi?); the hair, eyes, and clothing support the resemblance, and somewhere in this mess is a purple gem very similar to Carl’s necklace (which is also Carl now). Adjacent is a coffin labeled “Seitheach Aldrich”. At this point, we the traitors look at the clock, look back at the table, and realize we really need to wrap things up if we want to end at a decent time. It’s time to end this session with a bang.
It is here that Sister Cecilia loses it. Citing distrust, she attacks Carl, and the ominous visual glitching that was following her intensifies, before giving out, revealing her (and Fred, and Nalvyr) to be impostors made from plants. It is here, with us blocking the doorway out for the rest of the party, that the fake Sister Cecilia (who is inexplicably 90 degrees from vertical) ominously asks the following question:
“DO YOU ACCEPT ME AS YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR?!?”

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2023.03.25 03:56 DramaticOstrich11 Rant about husband and baby's room

Currently 35 weeks and getting induced at 38 so need to get a move on setting up the room. I've said since the beginning I'm taking the spare room for the first six months as there isn't enough space in our bedroom for the bassinet to go next to the bed on either side because of where the bedroom and bathroom doors are. I'd feel much safer sleeping alone with the baby as husband has a ton of pillows, sleeps like a twat (jerks around, kicks, gropes me) and the dogs are always getting on the bed as they can easily open the closed door (it doesn't lock). I don't intend to co sleep/bedshare but I know from experience it's very likely that I will doze off breastfeeding at some point and I'm gonna be furious/freaked out every time I wake up with a dog lying anywhere near me and the baby.
The spare room is the same size and also has a queen sized bed and doors in the same locations, so obviously I needed a smaller bed for it to make room for a bassinet. The current bed hardly gets used but I use the room to get ready in most days (all my cosmetics are in there and a lot of my clothes), the memory foam mattress is 9 years old, it's one of those annoying AF things on wheels that don't lock and has an old boxspring that got damaged in the last move. It shifts ten inches any time you bump into it, which the dogs and kids do constantly so I have to push it back multiple times a day, it hurts like fuck if you stub your toe on it and the frame can't even be attached to the headboard so it loudly bangs against it when you get on the bed and it has even fallen down on occasion. I hate it. I want a single(twin) platform bed with a soft headboard, new firm mattress and a bassinet to attach to the side. I've got all these things already. The only thing I still want to get are two pressure gates for both doors to keep dogs out.
I asked for help moving the old bed today and husband was such a dickhead about it we ended up only moving the mattress and nothing else got done. It's a "downgrade" to have a smaller bed, he says. It's a huge waste to get rid of the (9 year old!) mattress. The "wooden bed" was expensive. (It's literally just a wooden headboard with a generic metal frame that does not fit it/connect!) He got it from facebook marketplace as part of a set (with dressing table and wardrobe) and anything he ever buys he gets so weirdly attached to and feels the need to constantly prove what a good investment it was. I'm not even making him get rid of the headboard I just want it put somewhere else ffs. Where will we put guests? Where will the boxspring go? etc. etc. I spent like fifteen minutes trying to placate him about it all before I just thought fuck you and told him to forget it, I'll do it on my own. I'm the one that's gonna be taking care of the baby, getting up and down off the bed all night, bfing 3-4 hours a night. I deserve to be comfortable, feel safe and have the things I want within reason. And he's whining about a useless headboard and disgusting old mattress? I just cannot fucking imagine being the man in a relationship, not doing a fraction of the childcare, not experiencing any of the physical discomforts and being this stingy and disagreeable with my pregnant wife.

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2023.03.25 03:11 Aquamarine_501 Never again going the "extra mile"

Hey you boss wants people to volunteer to help with a community event! Join us, it'll look good on your review!...
Lies all lies.
I've done the parades and tables at festivals. I've dressed up during holidays so they can get pictures on their social media page. I've worn the company's logo. And what do I get? Another empty promise.
So my advice to others is: don't volunteer. You got a life outside of work. Even if it's video games, sleeping, or whatever. It never helps you unless you're in that inner circle of favorites, brown nosing all the way up to their throats. Sorry but I ain't smelling what shit they offer.

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2023.03.25 02:41 FitInvestigator5945 THE PERSON OF NUMBERS VOL 1

SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2ND, 2020
2.2.2020
GROUNDHOG DAY
BADGER DAY
SACRED BEAR DAY EH
SUPER BOWL 54

CHAPTER TWENTY: NAOV AND NANO VIBRONIX

I JUST REMEMBERED, E-TRADE HAS AN OPTION TO IMPORT OTHER E-TRADE ACCOUNTS. I WILL FIND OUT. I WILL THEN BE ABLE TO, PURCHASE SHARES AND SEND THE PORTFOLIO TO A LOVED ONE. THEREFORE I CAN BUILD PORTFOLIOS AS QUICKLY AS I NEED TO. EACH ACCOUNT WILL HAVE A BENEFICIARY. YET AND STILL, WE YEARN FOR NOTHING BUT SUCCESS, IN OUR ENDEAVORS. IF I GIVE UP THE PERSONAL LIFE, FOR ANOTHER DECADE, WHAT HAPPENS? MAYBE FIVE YEARS. I DON'T KNOW THE FULL SPECS OF MY OWN FATE. SO, THIS JUST DOES NOTHING MORE THAN INSPIRE ME TO GO WAY HARDER THEN. I DO NOT KNOW WHEN THIS IS ALL GOING TO END, SO LET'S JUST BEGIN TO GO AS HARD AS WE CAN WHEN WE GO, UNTIL THE END.
MY ENTIRE JOURNEY UP TO NEW YORK, I WAS SURROUNDED BY FAMILY. BEING BLESSED TO BE HERE AND STILL PURSUING THE DREAMS, I MUST MAKE SURE MY FAMILY IS FINANCIALLY SECURE FOR THE BLOODLINE'S LIFETIME. MAKING A BILLION DOLLARS BY YOURSELF IS EXHILARATING. ACTUALLY. I HAVE TO GO HARD IN THIS ENDEAVOR, DUE TO ONE SIMPLE FACT. NOT TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE PARTICIPATING IN THE START UP. ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE THOUGH AND SO I WILL MAKE IT WORK. THIS HAS TO BE SO WEIRD FOR SOME, SOME MAY GET IT QUICKLY. SOME WILL GET IT INSTANTLY.
(7:10PM EST - 8:11PM EST )
PLEASE ALLOW ME, TO FURTHER PLACE YOU INTO THE STUDY DEN. THE DEN OF STUDY IS MAGNIFICENT. FOR EXAMPLE. URGENT ISSUE. THERE IS A LIST OF INDUSTRIES TO INVEST IN, UTILIZING THE STOCK MARKET. WE HAVE A FEW COMPANIES TOTAL, ON THE WATCHLIST. THEY ARE COMPRISED OF DIFFERENT INDUSTRIES AMONG COMPETING DUOS. WORKING TOGETHER TO PROFIT OUR PORTFOLIOS. NNVC IS A NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY. SMME AND NXT-ID ARE BIOMETRICS COMPANIES. I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT, WHAT INDUSTRY RVBR IS IN. TOMORROW, THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, WE WILL HAVE THE FUNDS ON E-TRADE TO PURCHASE RVBR SHARES. $90 WORTH IN COMPANY STOCK. JASON'S $100 WILL BE USED FOR DOGECOIN AND SMME. $0.002 AND $0.012, RESPECTIVELY. 20,500 DOGECOIN IN JASON'S ACCOUNT. DO THAT THREE TIMES AND MATCH THE MAX AMOUNT OF DOGECOIN I HAD IN 2018, BEFORE TRADING CURRENCY. I HAVE TO GET THOSE DOGECOINS BACK. THEN MORE DOGECOIN. I HAD 500 RIPPLE XRP IN THE COINBASE. I HAVE TO MAKE UP FOR ALL OF MY 2018 ACCOUNTS.
ON ROBINHOOD, I WAS ABLE TO TYPE IN THE NAME OF THE INDUSTRIES. ROBINHOOD THEN SHOWED ME COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRY. IF ROBINHOOD ONLY SHOWED ME THE COMPANIES WITH THE NAME OF THE INDUSTRY IN IT SOMEHOW, THEN DANG. BRA, WE HAVE TO LOCATE STOCKS RELATED TO AUTONOMOUS CARS. THE SELF DRIVING REVOLUTION. WE MUST BE A PART OF IT. I ALWAYS WANTED MY OWN DRIVER. EVERYONE KNOWS IT. I WOULD PAY THE DRIVER $100,000 YEARLY. THEIR RETIREMENT PORTFOLIO WOULD BE AMAZING. MY DRIVER WOULD'VE BEEN A BILLIONAIRE AT THE END OF IT ALL. THE CAREER. ON E-TRADE, I JUST COPIED AND PASTED THE ROBINHOOD STOCKS LOCATED. I WILL SEE IF THE E-TRADE SEARCH ENGINE IS LIKE OR BETTER THAN ROBINHOOD. ON GOOGLE, IT IS DIFFERENT TO FIND COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRIES. PENNY STOCKS IN THE EMERGING INDUSTRIES. 5$. EVEN $20 IS WHATEVER. IT IS SUCH A RACE. THE RACE AGAINST THE PROJECTION TIME OF THESE INDUSTRIES.
AUTONOMOUS CARS, I NEED STOCKS IN FIVE G. 5G STOCKS MUST BE MINE. IT'S AN EASY KILL. GET IT? TECHNOLOGY MIGHT BE DANGEROUS. DANGEROUS TECHNOLOGY MIGHT BE USED AGAINST YOU ONE DAY. IMAGINE IF YOU INVESTED HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS INTO POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS TECHNOLOGY? POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS AS IN IF IT IS IN THE WRONG HANDS. ALWAYS REMEMBER, UNDERGROUND BUNKERS COST MONEY. THESE ARE TWO NEW INDUSTRIES, I HAD PUT ON THE LIST MENTALLY. THIS MAY BE THE FIRST TIME I AM MENTIONING THEM BOTH. I MAY HAVE MENTIONED FIVE G IN THIS VOLUME. I MAY HAVE ALREADY TOUCHED ON THE NOTE OF TECHNOLOGY POSSIBLY GROWING DANGEROUS. IT WOULD HAPPEN EVEN WITHOUT YOUR MONEY. GOOD REASON TO HAVE THE FUNDS FOR THE UNDERGROUND BUNKER. GOOD REASON TO HAVE FUNDS FOR THE FOREIGN TRIPS ABROAD. GOOD THING TO HAVE THE FUNDS FOR THE NEW HOUSES ABROAD. AFTER THIS CHAPTER, THE PROJECT IS TO RECORD US RESEARCHING FOR COMPANIES IN ALL OF THE INDUSTRIES. THIS WAY, WE ARE MORE PRIVY TO THE ACTUAL PRICES OF THE COMPANIES OFFERED ON THE PLATFORMS, IN THESE PARTICULAR INDUSTRIES.
IT IS A FULL ON RACE OF RESEARCH AND APPLICATION. ONLY CONSTANT APPLICATION OF CONSTANT RESEARCH, WILL GET THIS DONE. THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO HAVE A LIST OF COMPANIES IN EACH INDUSTRY, AVAILABLE ON THE PLATFORMS WE ARE USING TO HOLD THE COMPANY STOCKS. THIS IS MY LINGO. I FEEL FINANCIAL LITERACY, OOZING THRU THE VEINS. I'M ONLY BEGINNING. THANK GOD AND GOD WILLING. I WANTED TO DO A RECORDING, ABOUT IZZY. I WILL, WHILE RESEARCHING THE INDIVIDUAL COMPANIES, WITHIN EACH INDUSTRY. ONCE YOU FIND THE COMPANIES, YOU FIND THEIR COMPETITORS. ONCE YOU FIND THE COMPANIES, YOU FIND THE RELATED INDUSTRIES AS WELL. THIS IS ON MY MIND HEAVY. THIS IS THE ENTIRE HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT. THE LESSON PLANS FOR CREATIVE FINANCIAL LEVERAGING, WOULD BE PRISTINE. THEY WOULD BE CLEAN. IN ALL OF THE STORIES I HAVE DONE, I FEEL REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE. VOLUME ONE OF TWENTY FIVE.
I ONLY WANTED TO EXPLORE MY OWN MIND. I WANTED THE CONFIDENCE IN MY OWN CREATIVE FACULTIES, TO ATTAIN DESTINY. WHAT I AM WORKING ON, IS TOO VALUABLE, FOR A RECKLESSLY GUIDED SOCIAL LIFE TO STEER IT OFF COURSE. I WILL BE LONELY, IF I AM STAYING ON COURSE. IF I STAY ON COURSE LONG ENOUGH, I WON'T BE SO LONELY FOREVER. IF I STILL AM, THEN I WAS FOREVER ON COURSE. I PUT MY PERSONAL YEARNINGS ASIDE FOR YEILDINGS. FEELINGS AND YEILDINGS. YEARNINGS AND EARNINGS. THE LEARNINGS AND THE BURNINGS. BUILDING THE DREAM LIFE FOR MYSELF, HAS LEFT ME WITH NO PERSONAL LIFE. I AM CRAFTING MY TIME. BACK TO AUTONOMOUS CARS NOW. WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT COMPANIES ARE IN EACH INDUSTRY. WE CAN THEN CALCULATE MANY DOLLARS WE NEED FOR ONE HUNDRED TO ONE THOUSAND SHARES IN COMPANY STOCK. I JUST HAD TO ASK MYSELF, WHAT FONT IS THIS? THIS FONT IS EPIC. EPIC FONTS.
THE MORE STOCKS YOU FIND, IN THE INDUSTRY YOU ARE LOOKING IN, THE MORE STOCKS YOU CAN BUY, OF MORE COMPANIES, WITHIN THE INDUSTRY. OBSTACLES WILL COME OUR WAY. IT IS JUST THE UNIVERSE TESTING US. THIS IS WHAT WE WANT TO WORK ON, AFTER THIS CHAPTER, AFTER EATING FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY. WE MIGHT WORK ON CHAPTER TWENTY ONE INSTEAD THOUGH. COME TO THINK ABOUT IT. WE ARE ALMOST DONE. WE STILL HAVE TO SPEND AN HOUR TRIMMING THE AUDIO FILES FOR THE WEEK. THEN SPEND ANOTHER HOUR UPLOADING ONE WEEK'S WORTH OF AUDIO FILES FROM CHADZO. "FROM CHADZO" MEANING THE AMOUNT OF WORK I PUT IN. INPUT OUTPUT. INPUT OUTPUT. IN PUT OUT PUT. PUT OUT PUT IN. PUTIN. RASPUTIN. RASPBERRY FREEZE 50X.
nstg nano string NSTG NANO STRING.
KLAC KLA. TLRY TILRAY. INFY INFOSYS. CY CYPRESS SEMICONDUCTOR. NH NANT HEALTH. NVEC NVE. CTST CANNTRUST. 180 DEGREE CAPITAL. NAOV NANOVIBRONIX. BRKR BRUKER. ARWR ARROWHEAD PHARMACEUTICALS. CYBR CYBERARK. HACK. ETFMG PRIME CYBER SECURITY ETF. NOC NORTHROP GRUMMAN. RTN RATHEON. CIBR FIRST TRUST NASDAQ CYBERSECURITY ETF. AON AON. FTNT FORTINET. PFPT PROOFPOINT. BAH BOOZ ALLEN HAMILTON. FEYE. CACI CACI. RPD RAPID7. QLYS QUALYS. BOTZ GLOBAL X ROBOTICS AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. NIO NIO $3.75. QD QUDIAN $2.83. ASGN ASGN INCORPORATED. IRBO iSHARES ROBOTICS AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE $26.97. UBOT DIREXION DAILY ROBOTICS, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ROBOT FIRST TRUST EXCHANGE TRADED FUND VI $34.89 KFRC KFORCE $37.00.
KRTX. GNUS $0.29. MU. NSIT. EPD $25.75. PEG. XBI . BIIB. IBB. ZBH. BMRN. ADPT $29.00. LABU $46.42. BLUE. BHVN $48.49. GILD $65.37. TMO. HON. A AGILENT. BDSI $5.25. GLW $26.81. PEAK $35.99. AMRN $18.55. ANPC $10.12. BIO. ITCI $22.41. CRNC $21.35. ANVS $6.45. NTRP $1.14. FEDU $1.23. $100.08 NBIX. ABBV. SYK. LLY. ABT. HCA. VRTX. EKSO BIONICS $0.36. SONVY $49.99. SPY. EEM $42.11. IWM. FXI $39.50. HYG. IVV. EFA $67.48. TLT. LQD. GDX $29.01. GHC. NWN $73.38. COMM $12.22. GPK $15.63. BKNG $1830.55. CRWD. SPCE $16.91. IQV $155.25. HLT. EQH $24.02. CCK CROWN HOLDINGS $74.03.

1:37AM EST - 2:27AM EST
TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4TH, 2020
2.4.2020

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: DOLLARS IN CAPITAL

ON THE RIDE HOME A FEW HOURS AGO, I HAD A TERM COME TO ME, "FINANCIAL CONVERSION". THE "FC". TO FINANCIALLY CONVERT, IS TO HAVE A PLAN. TO FINANCIALLY CONVERT, IS TO HAVE A PRODUCT, SERVICE, OR INSTRUMENT. THE FINANCIAL CONVERSION WINS THE GAME. I'VE NEVER BEEN INTO BANKS WHEN IT COMES TO MY OWN MONEY. AT THE SAME TIME, SAVING MONEY WAS AN ISSUE FOR ME. I DIDN'T HAVE A REAL PLAN FOR SAVING. WE NEEDED A SAVINGS PLAN. NOW, WE CAN SEE, WHAT WE ARE DOING IS SAVING OUR CURRENCY IN OTHER CURRENCIES. WE ARE CONVERTING CURRENCY TO SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. WE THROW OUR CURRENCY IN THE EQUITY MARKETS. THE MONEY MARKETS. WE SAVE OUR CURRENCY IN BONDS. BONDS OF ALL KINDS. BONDS OF ALL KINDS FOR OUR DIAPERS AND STROLLERS. I'VE NEVER PURCHASED A DIAPER IN MY LIFE. WE ARE FINANCIALLY CONVERTING THE DOLLARS INTO INTEREST BEARING VEHICLES. AT THIRTY YEARS OLD, IT IS ALL ABOUT INTEREST. WHAT INTERESTS ME? WHAT AM I INTERESTED IN? I AM INTERESTED IN EARNING INTEREST ON MY MONEY. EARNING INTEREST, INTERESTS ME. I FIND INTEREST ON COLLATERAL, INTERESTING. INTERESTING. AGAIN.
I WANT YOU TO BE AS WEALTHY AS I AM WHEN IT'S ALL OVER. ACQUISITION, DISTRIBUTION. DISTRIBUTE IMMEDIATELY, WHAT WAS JUST ACQUIRED. I HAVE THREE TO FIVE PEOPLE, READY TO BE SENT FUNDS FOR THEIR E-TRADE, ROBINHOOD, AND FREEWALLET ACCOUNTS. WHAT THIS MEANS IS, ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS TO EACH PERSON AT A TIME. EACH PERSON PURCHASES THE SAME STOCKS, IN DIFFERENT ORDERS. IN TOTAL, MY EARNINGS WILL GET HUNDREDS OF SHARES AT A TIME, IN DIFFERENT ACCOUNTS, ALONG WITH MINE. SO WHEN I LOOK AT MY OWN HOLDING ACCOUNTS, I'D HAVE TO REMEMBER I ACTUALLY HOLD WAY MORE. THE MAIN REASON YOU HAVE EVERYTHING DISTRIBUTED, IS TO MAKE SURE YOU KNOW YOUR LOVED ONES ARE GOOD FOREVER. YOU PURCHASED HOWEVER MANY SHARES IN TOTAL IN LIFE AS YOU WERE MEANT TO. IT WAS NECESSARY AND SO IT BECAME THE ULTIMATE GAME. I GAVE UP MY PERSONAL LIFE MY ENTIRE TWENTIES. I ISOLATED MYSELF ENOUGH TO UNLOCK MYSELF, TO MYSELF. ANYWAY, I NEED THE MAJORITY OF MY HOLDINGS ATTACHED TO BENEFICIARIES. THE PEOPLE I SEND MONEY TO FOR E-TRADE ARE BENEFICIARIES AS WELL. I WANT IT SET UP LIKE THAT RATHER THAN HAVING A LONG WILL. I WANT TO DROP MY FUNDS IN OTHER'S ACCOUNTS AND THAT IS MY WILL GIFT TO THEM WHEN I'M GONE. UNTIL THEN, WE USE THE MONEY FOR JOINT BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY.
NOW I CAN SEE THE SAVING OF MONEY AS VERY TRULY FUN. I AM OF ZEITGEIST ADDENDUM. AT 18. FRACTIONAL RESERVE SYSTEM ISN'T A NEW TERM TO ME AT ALL. I AM SAVING MY MONEY IN THE STOCK MARKET. I AM SAVING MONEY IN DIGITAL CURRENCY. I AM SAVING MY MONEY IN SAVINGS BONDS. BEARER BONDS. MUTUAL BONDS FUNDS. MUNICIPAL BONDS. CORPORATE BONDS. ZERO-COUPON BOND. SAVINGS. I WAS PERSONALLY WONDERING, WHO THE WINTER SOLSTICE WOULD BE. I WONDERED IF THE WINTER SOLSTICE WAS BIGGER THAN THE SUMMER'S. 2018 SUMMER SOLSTICE WAS A BIG GUY, BUT NEW. I WAS WONDERING WHY THEY DID THAT TO HIM AT THE VERY BEGINNING"? SINCE HE DIED RIPPLE NEVER CAME BACK UP. I SAY THAT TO SAY I STILL DIDN'T SEE THE WINTER SOLSTICE MARK OFF COMING. R.I.P. KOBE BRYANT. KOBE BRYANT DIED ONE MONTH AFTER THE 2019 WINTER SOLSTICE. AT THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SECOND CAREER HE WAS PURSUING. IN THE MIDDLE OF A LEGAL DISPUTE WITH A PHARMA COMPANY OVER THE COPYRIGHT NAME OWNERSHIP OF "THE BLACK MAMBA".
AS LONG AS I CONTINUE TO THROW MONEY EVERY WEEK INTO MY STOCK AND CRYPTO HOLDINGS, I MEET MY GOAL. AS LONG AS I CONTINUE TO THROW MONEY EVERY WEEK INTO OTHER'S STOCK AND CRYPTO HOLDINGS, WE MEET OUR GOALS. I MEET ANOTHER ONE OF MY GOALS AS WELL. IT IS MY GOAL TO BE THAT GUY. I WAS THAT GUY. WHO WAS THAT GUY? THAT GUY WAS CHAD. THE WATCHLIST GROWS LONGER. YOU HAVE THE WATCHLIST HERE. I WILL UPDATE THE PRICES ON NEW PAPER IN HERE, RIGHT BEFORE IT'S DONE, EVERY VOLUME. THUS A TIME TABLE OF THE WATCHLIST. VOLUME TWO IS FOUR SESSIONS AWAY. FOUR WRITING SESSION HOURS AWAY. SOON WE WILL START AN AUDIO VERSION IMPROMPTU. FOR EVERY COMPANY ON THE WATCHLIST, WE NEED THE COMPETING COMPANY NAMES. FOR EVERY INDUSTRY, WE NEED RELATED INDUSTRIES. MANY OF OUR INDUSTRIES ON THE LIST ARE RELATED, WEIRDLY. NOW THERE'S THIS ENTHUSIASM TOWARDS SAVING. I VALUED SPENDING OVER SAVING, WHEN I WAS COMPLETELY FINANCIALLY ILLITERATE. NOW I AM CLOSER TO FINANCIAL LITERACY AT LEAST AND I AM DISGUSTED WITH THE THOUGHT OF AVID CONSUMPTION OF ANYTHING BUT STOCKS. FORGIVE ME. THROWING IN THREE HUNDRED UNITS OF CURRENCY INTO INVESTMENTS WEEKLY. TEN THOUSAND YEARLY INVESTED. SAVED IN DIFFERENT FINANCIAL INSTRUMENTS. PREP REDUCES RISK SO ANY WHO FEARS THE RISK ALSO FEARS THE PREPARATION. I AM PREPARED YET STILL PREPARING TO BE INVOLVED IN MORE PREPARATION.
THIS AFTERNOON, RIGHT BEFORE THE RIDE PICKED ME UP FOR WORK, I PLACED A BUY LIMIT FOR RVBR ON E-TRADE. THAT MEANS AFTER SETTING THE LIMIT TO UNDER WHAT THE PRICE WAS, I REALIZED THE ORDER WOULDN'T TRIGGER. THE AMOUNT OF SHARES IN RVBR I WOULD GET FOR $90 IS 9,000. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS IN RVBR RIGHT NOW IS RIGHT UNDER 50,000 SHARES. EEL. DISGUSTING. I'M GOING TO DO THAT. SPLIT THE FIRST $500 BETWEEN ANYONE ELSE INVOLVED. IT'S NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE. A FEW PEOPLE, ARE COMING WITH ME TO AN EARLY RETIREMENT AND A BILLION DOLLAR NEST EGG. INHERITANCES THROWN AROUND. THE PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT WILL HAVE THEIR PORTFOLIOS, HOW I HAVE MINE. I WILL BE DUPLICATING THE PORTFOLIO. FUNDING THE DUPLICATION OF THE PORTFOLIO. CREATING BILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN CAPITAL FOR ALL INVOLVED.
#3:27AM EST - #4:25AM EST
TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4TH, 2020
2.4.2020

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: WELL I GUESS I JUST CAN'T CALL IT THEN

I AM BACK IN THE GROOVE WITH MY WRITING. I AM BACK TO PRODUCING ONE PUBLICATION VOLUME PER MONTH. I AM WRITING NEW MATERIAL. I AM WRITING IN A NEW GENRE. THE NON FICTION GENRE. SOMEHOW I AM ADDING ENOUGH CREATIVITY TO THIS, PROJECT AS THE UNDERTAKING. I AM UNDERTAKING THIS PROJECT. I AM PLANNING TO INCLUDE AS MUCH CREATIVITY AND VERSATILITY AS POSSIBLE, INTO THIS PIECE OF ART WORK. THIS IS A CREATIVE WORK OF ART. I AM A CREATIVE. I AM AN ARTIST. I REPRESENT THE ARTIST. MY CREATIVE PORTFOLIO WAS CREATED SOLELY TO PROVE MY ARTISTRY TO MYSELF. I HAVE PROVED MY ARTISTRY TO MYSELF YEARS AGO. I AM DAVID CRICHTON CERTIFIED. NOW WE ARE VANESSA STALLONE CERTIFIED. VANESSA STALLONE AND DAVID CRICHTON ARE TWO DIFFERENT PORTFOLIOS. DAVID CRICHTON WAS CREATED BY 25 YEAR OLD CHAD XZAVIERFILMS. VANESSA STALLONE IS FOR VANESSA HONEY MALONE. I INTRODUCED THE PEN NAME IN 2017 AT 27. AT 30, IN 2020, VANESSA STALLONE IS THE PEN NAME. DAVID CRICHTON WON'T BE ON THE COVER AS AUTHOR, ONLY SUBJECT. VANESSA STALLONE WILL WRITE BOOKS ABOUT DAVID CRICHTON'S PORTFOLIO. VANESSA STALLONE REPRESENTS THE MIND OF THIRTY YEAR OLD CHAD. HERE IS THE CHADFILMS TIMELINE.
12 YEARS OLD IN MIAMI FLORIDA, FIRST SHORT FILM. 6 OR 12 MINS. TOOK TWELVE HOURS TO FILM. ONE DECADE LATER. VALENTINE'S DAY 2012. ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF KEVITV AND SEEXZAVIERFILMS YOUTUBE. 2012 OCTOBER 23RD, VANESSA MALONE WAS MURDERED AT AGE 18. I REACHED MY YOUTUBE GOAL OF 50 VIDEOS. TOOK SIX MONTHS. SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL AND CAMERA, I WAS WRITING SCRIPTS FOR THE FIRST TIME. "IN YOUR DREAMS" IS THE MAIN ONE I REMEMBER AND STILL HAVE. I PUBLISHED A FEW BOOKS, TWO MAYBE THREE BETWEEN 18-20. WHEN I FIRST REALIZED THIS IS WHAT I WANTED TO PURSUE AS A CAREER, MY PASSION. THREE YEARS LATER, 2015, DAVID CRICHTON PORTFOLIO IS STARTED. "THE PHONE GIRL" "CFK" AND "CLEVERLAND AND CLEVER FIELD" WERE WRITTEN. "CLEVERLAND" IS THE FIRST 2016 PUBLICATION. "THE PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH" BOTH PARTS, WERE THE LAST PUBLISHED PROJECTS IN 2016. YOU PUBLISHED EVERYTHING WRITTEN FROM 2015 AND PUBLISHED YOUR FIRST NOVEL NOT RHYMING. THE PREVIOUS STATED NOVELS WERE VERSE NOVELS. 600 PAGES OF RHYME. TWICE. VOLUME THREE OF THE ULTIMATE CRICHTON COLLECTION CONTAINS THE FIRST PROSE. I DID FIND WRITING FROM 2010-2015 AND I ADDED IT IN THE VOLUMES OF TWO AND THREE.
THAT'S A QUICK, ONE PARAGRAPH RUN DOWN OF MY CREATIVE ENDEAVORS IN MY TWENTIES. NOW SINCE I HAVE EXPLORED ALL OF THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS I'VE DISCOVERED FROM WITHIN, DURING MY TWENTIES, I CAN NOW REALIZE I HAVE TO FUND THOSE ENDEAVORS MYSELF. THIS IS WHY I AM DELVING INTO THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF INVESTMENTS, SO HEAD FIRST. I WANT TO GIVE A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO GOD. I WANT TO GIVE GOD ALL OF THE GLORY. I USED THE LONELINESS TO SPARK AN ECONOMICAL REVOLUTION OF MY VERY OWN, POSSIBLY. SINCE I KNOW I MUST LEAVE THE ACQUIRED BILLIONS DISTRIBUTED. HOW MANY FUTURE BILLIONAIRES CAN THE PLAN BE DISTRIBUTED TO? WITH THE PUBLICATION ALONE, FOR PEOPLE I MAY NEVER MEET AND THUS BE ABLE TO HELP THEM IN PERSON ON PURPOSE. SO NOW, ON PURPOSE, I AM HERE FOR YOU. IF I WASN'T A NOBODY THEY MIGHT TRY TO KILL ME SO I AM VERY GLAD TO STILL BE A NOBODY. I'M ACTUALLY SOMEBODY VERY SPECIAL. R.I.P. TO FLIGHT KOBE.
WITH THE ROBINHOOD WATCHLIST INCREASED IN SIZE, THE E-TRADE WATCHLIST MUST BE INCREASED WITH THE SAME SYMBOLS AS WELL AS SYMBOLS NOT FOUND ON ROBINHOOD. WITH THE WATCHLIST BEING AIMED TO CONTAIN ONE HUNDRED COMPANIES, YOU AIM TO THROW IN $100 INTO EACH COMPANY, EACH TIME AROUND, IN EACH ACCOUNT, FOR EACH PERSON YOU ARE WORKING ALONGSIDE WITH. THIS MEANS YOU WILL NOT ONLY HAVE STOCK IN NANO TECHNOLOGY, YOU WILL HAVE VARIOUS COMPANY STOCK FROM WITHIN THE NANO TECHNOLOGY SECTOR AS A WHOLE. WE DIDN'T INVEST IN ONE NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY FOR SOME RANDOM REASON. THE ONLY REASON THE COMPANY IS ON OUR WATCHLIST, IS DUE TO THE FACT IT IS IN FACT, A NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY. IT IS THE ENTIRE SECTOR WE ARE LOOKING AT. BY LOOKING AT THE ENTIRE SECTOR AS A WHOLE, YOU ARE NOW IN OBSERVATION OF THE RANGE OF THE PRICES IN THE NANO TECHNOLOGY SECTOR OF THE STOCK MARKET. SO YOU CAN SAY, "HEY THE LOWEST NANO COMPANY IS THREE PENNIES AND THE HIGHEST $300". NOW YOU KNOW THE NANO TECHNOLOGY SECTOR IS NOW AT THREE PENNIES TO THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS.
I AM LAUNCHING A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT. THIS PUBLICATION IS MY DOCUMENTATION OF THE SCIENCE PROJECT. THIS SCIENCE PROJECT IS PERTAINING TO CHAD SCIENCE AND CHAD MATH. THIS IS THE PRODUCTION DIARY OF THE SCIENCE PROJECT. THE VARIABLES, THE CONTROLS, THE HYPOTHESIS, THE STATEMENT, THE EXPERIMENT. MAKE AN OBSERVATION. ASK A QUESTION. FORM A HYPOTHESIS, OR TESTABLE EXPLANATION. MAKE A PREDICTION BASED ON THE HYPOTHESIS. TEST THE PREDICTION. USE THE RESULTS IN MAKING NEW HYPOTHESES OR PREDICTIONS. THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD. THANK YOU GOOGLE. ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO, $110 WAS WORTH $1500 PLUS. ONE HUNDRED YEARS FROM FIFTH TEEN YEARS FROM NOW, 2035, 1935 WOULD HAVE SEEN $110 AS REALLY $2000. THAT'S CALLED INFLATION HOME BOY. THE FEDERAL RESERVE ACT WAS SIGNED DURING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY, WHEN THE SENATE WAS ON LEAVE. THE GOLD STANDARD HAS BEEN GONE FOR 100 YEARS, SINCE 2013. THE 100 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF WHAT PRESIDENT WILSON DID TO FIAT CURRENCY, POSSIBLY CREATING FIAT CURRENCY. I MAY DEDICATE A VOLUME OF THIS SERIES TO THE HISTORY OF ALL CURRENCY AND AMERICAN FIAT CURRENCY, TO BETTER GRIP THE REALITY OF WHY I AM SAYING WHAT I AM SAYING.
CERTAIN THINGS I DON'T WANT TO SAY RIGHT NOW, I WILL PUT THEM IN THEIR OWN CHAPTER OR VOLUME GOD WILLING. TRUST ME WHEN I SAY, THE UN INVESTED AMERICAN DOLLAR WILL ALWAYS BE THE BIGGEST LAUGH YOU HAVE TO GIVE. OR TO SHARE. I'M STARTING TO THINK MORE AND MORE NOW ABOUT THE STOCK WATCHLIST FOR IT IS GROWING SO LONG. IN THESE EMERGING MARKETS IS WHERE THE WATCHLIST ORIGINATES FROM. THE WATCHLIST FULL OF EMERGING MARKETS. WE ARE WATCHING THE UNFOLDING OF TECH HISTORY. AT THIS POINT, THE DIRECT HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT FOR THE STOCK HOLDING, IS TO FIND MORE COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRY. INVEST $100 IN EACH COMPANY, IN YOUR PORTFOLIO AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES AND BUSINESS PARTNERS. REALLY CAPITALIZE ON YOUR INSIGHT. YOU MIGHT JUST MAKE ALL OF THE BILLIONS YOU WERE WANTING TO INVEST IN THE U.C.A. THE UNITED CITIZENS OF AMERICA. VARSITY SAYS I CAN'T CALL IT THAT.

3:37AM EST - 4:38AM EST
FEBRUARY 5TH, 2020
2.5.2020
CANADIAN MOLSON TIMES TWO.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: TON TRAY

THIS PROJECT IS TWO CHAPTERS FROM COMPLETION. VOLUME ONE, "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS." A PERSON OF NUMBERS. HOPEFULLY ONE DAY YOU WILL BE THE PERSON OF NUMBERS. IT IS ALL UP TO YOU HOWEVER. I DID MY PART. DID YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE IT? ARE YOU SEEING IT? AND ARE YOU SEEING IT FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH? IF YOU ARE, YOU ARE GOING TO BE WEALTHY. FILTHY STINKING WEALTHY, YOU ARE GOING TO SEE YOURSELF AS. I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND. WHEN THEY ASK YOU, WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND, CHAD XZAVIER BUFFETT FILMS. BUFFET FILMS. I MAY NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH OF AN IMPACT I MADE. THAT DOESN'T MATTER. I SMOKED BEFORE ALMOST EVERY PAGE, AND GOT IT DONE. I LIVED A BORING ROUTINE BY OTHER'S STANDARDS. THE LIFE I AM CREATING FOR MYSELF, IS STAGGERING. STAGGERING AMOUNTS OF CURRENCY. I AM THE SPIRIT, ON THE MISSION. I FIGHT ON GOD'S ARMY. IF I DIE ON BATTLEFIELD SPIRIT WARFARE, THEN I WILL GO HOME. I FELT OUT OF PLACE HERE. I FELT MEANT TO BE HERE. I WAS OUT OF PLACE. I WAS NOT HOWEVER, OUT OF SYNC.
I HAVE THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. TWO HUNDRED CAN GO INTO INVESTING IN STOCKS AND CRYPTO. MEDICAL HEALTH COMPANIES. IS INFORMATION LIKE THIS, NOT SO COMPILED? VOLUME ONE IS ALMOST OVER. I LOOK FORWARD TO STARTING VOLUME TWO. I AM GRATEFUL I AM UNKNOWN. I AM GRATEFUL, I AM A NOBODY IN THE MEDIA. FAME IS ONLY USEFUL AFTER LIFE. DURING LIFE, PRIVACY. SECRECY. SERENITY. PEACE. BLISS. ANONYMITY. LIVE YOUR LIFE DOING SOMETHING WORTHWHILE AS QUIETLY AS POSSIBLE. DOCUMENT IT ALL. I WANTED TO MAKE FILMS RIGHT? I HAVE 4000 GBS OF RAW FOOTAGE. I CAN MAKE MY FIRST FILMS WITH THIS. I MUST DO THIS. I AM THIRTY. I STARTED AT 20. 21 I HAD A CAMERA. I APPRECIATE GOD FOR EVERY MOMENT. I DIDN'T SPEND MY LIFE PURSUING SEX. I PRAY GOD WILL BLESS ME WITH WHAT I AM AFTER. MY MOTIVATIONS ARE PAINFUL. I'M ACTUALLY MOTIVATED BY A DEEP AND UNRELENTING SENSE OF JUST NOT FEEL APPRECIATED. THUS I STRIVE FOR ENOUGH TO WARRANT APPRECIATION. I HEAR GREAT THINGS. I FEEL GREAT PAIN. HATE TO MENTION IT. IT IS SAFE TO SAY.
THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS MUST GET INVESTED INTO SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD CALLS FOR OBSERVATION. I OBSERVE EMERGING MARKET TRENDS IN THE NASDAQ. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE NASDAQ? I ONLY KNOW THREE THINGS ABOUT THE NASDAQ. THE PRICES GO UP. THE PRICES GO DOWN. IF YOU WENT IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, YOU GET PAID. THAT'S ONLY INCLUDING TRADING. HOLDING IS EASIER MONEY AND LONGER MONEY LONGER TERM. TRADING IS LONG TERM MONEY IN MONTHS. WHEN MASTERED. HAVEN'T MASTERED IT YET, WON'T SPEAK TOO MUCH OF IT. FOR YOU, YOUR FORT MUST BE BUILT IN YOUR HOLDINGS. YOU MUST HOLD YOUR WAY TO A MILLION DOLLARS. I DO NOT HAVE A MILLION DOLLARS. LISTEN. THE MILLION IS THE STEPPING STONE. THE STEPPING STONE TO TEN BILLION DOLLARS. I AM INSANE. I DO NOT HAVE REMORSE ON MY INVESTMENTS. I INVEST WITH NO SHAME. I INVEST FOR MY OWN SAKE. I INVEST FOR MY OWN PEACE OF MIND. PEACE OF MIND IS SACRED TO ME. PERIOD. THREE PERIODS. ONE SEASON. NAH. I WAS SENT HERE ON A MISSION. THIS IS WHAT DROVE ME. IN RETROSPECT.
THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. TWO HUNDRED INVESTED. SENDING IT TO EITHER MY ACCOUNTS, OR OTHER'S ACCOUNTS. BOTH ACTUALLY. REALLY DETERMINING THE OTHER PERSON'S OR PEOPLE'S ACCOUNTS WHOM WILL GET THE FUNDS THIS ROUND. BY INVESTING HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS PER WEEK INTO THE STOCK MARKET, IN EMERGING INDUSTRIES, THE POTENTIAL OF EARNING MILLIONS IN A DECADE IS TOO REACHABLE ACTUALLY. HERE'S A SCARY QUESTION FOR A SQUARE TO ASK. WHEN I SAY SQUARE, I MEAN UNIT. DOES INVESTING IN TEN OR MORE FUTURE ONE HUNDRED AND TEN BILLION DOLLAR INDUSTRIES, CLASSIFY ME AS THE NEW ELITE? IF I EVER BRING THE PAPARAZZI MY WAY, I AM PLAYING STUPID. EVEN IF THEY HAD THIS PUBLICATION, AT THAT MOMENT. PLAIN STUPID. LAUGHS. I WRITE SCRIPTS. I JUST WANTED TO MAKE MOVIES. SYRACUSE HAS A FILM FESTIVAL IN OCTOBER. ENOUGH TIME, MORE THAN, TO GET A ONE HOUR DOCUMENTARY READY. THIRTY YEAR OLD CHAD FILMS MUST GO BACK ON YOUTUBE. EDITING UNRELEASED FOOTAGE. FILMING NEW FOOTAGE AND EDITING INVESTING VIDEOS.
I KEEP ATTEMPTING TO EXPLAIN THE THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS SITUATION. I HAVE TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. THE DOLLARS ARE READY TO BE INVESTED. I AM GOING TO EXPLOIT MY OWN INSIGHT. MY BROTHER JUSTIN TOLD ME I NEEDED TO EXPLOIT MYSELF. NOW I WILL EXPLOIT MY OWN INSIGHT, INTO THE WORLD OF FINANCIAL INSTRUMENTS. I WILL LEAVE MYSELF, STRANDED, IN THE WORLD OF INVESTMENTS. IT WILL BE UP TO MERIT IF I MAKE IT OUT ALIVE. I THINK ABOUT BUYING BONDS FOR QQ, QUAN AND MALIAH. ATIYANNA. I'VE ONLY SEEN YOU ONCE. YOU'LL NEVER REMEMBER THAT. I COULD SEE FROM YOUR FACE, YOU RECOGNIZED I LOOKED LIKE YOUR DAD. I COULD SEE I LOOKED FAMILIAR YET YOU HAVE NEVER SAW ME BEFORE THEN. I'M JUST GRATEFUL I WAS BORN AND SURVIVED BIRTH. I AM GRATEFUL I SURVIVED CHILDHOOD. I AM GRATEFUL I SURVIVED YOUNG ADULTHOOD. I AM GRATEFUL I SURVIVED ADULT HOOD. I AM GRATEFUL I LIVED TO BE 80 PLUS YEARS OLD. JUST WISHING THOUGHTS HERE PEOPLE. THIS IS NOT A FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY. THIS IS FIVE PARAGRAPHS HOWEVER. FIVE PARAGRAPHS, OF ME, TELLING YOU, FINANCIAL LITERACY IS HOW YOU GET PAID. IF YOU ARE PAID, THEN YOU ARE LAID. UNDER THE SHADE. DOUBLE IN TON TAY. AYE.

2.6.2020
2:45AM EST - 2:36AM EST
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6TH, 2020

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: RED CAT WINE

THREE MORE SESSIONS LEFT AS OF NOW. STILL WONDERING WHAT TO TITLE THE SAGA. THIS VOLUME IS VOLUME ONE. VOLUME ONE IS THE PERSON OF NUMBERS. MAYBE EVERY VOLUME WILL HAVE A VERSE NOVEL SUCCEEDING IT. "WHILE AMERICA SLEPT", MAY BE THE SAGA TITLE. "WHY AMERICA SLEPT", MAY BE THE SAGA TITLE. WE ARE NOT YET SURE WHAT VOLUME TWO WILL COME OUT AS. VOLUME ONE IS NOT YET COMPLETE. ALMOST. HOW WAS IT? HOW IS VOLUME ONE OF WHY OR WHILE AMERICA SLEPT? ALLOW ME TO DISSERTATE WHY, I HAVE THOSE TWO OPTIONS MENTALLY HIGHLIGHTED. "WHY ENGLAND SLEPT", IS A PUBLICATION PUBLISHED BY JOHN F. KENNEDY SR. IN 1940. "WHY ENGLAND SLEPT" IS A REFERENCE TO WINSTON CHURCHILL'S PUBLICATION. "WHILE ENGLAND SLEPT" WAS PUBLISHED IN 1938. IF I TITLE THE SAGA "WHILE ENGLAND SLEPT", IT IS THE SECOND REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL. "WHY AMERICA SLEPT", WOULD BE THE FIRST REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL.
INDENTATION. NEXT VOLUME I MAY RHYME. EVERY OTHER VOLUME MAY BE A VERSE NOVEL. BOTH TITLES WILL BE REFERENCED THRU OUT THIS SAGA. BOTH TITLES WILL HAVE THEIR OWN VOLUME REFERENCED. WE AIM TO SHOW THE CREATIVE VERSATILITY IN THIS SAGA. THIS SAGA WILL SHOW TWO CONCEPTS. I WRITE. I CAN WRITE ECONOMIC STRATEGY. HOLY BUSINESS. MAYBE BUSINESS IS PERSONAL. DO NOT PERSONS ENGAGE IN BUSINESS? OR IS BUSINESS JUST WARFARE? IF BUSINESS IS JUST WARFARE, CONDUCT FINANCIAL LEVERAGING PRIVATELY AND AVOID ALL CASUALTIES. GET PAID. THEN GET LAID IN THE SHADE. AS IN LAYING DOWN IN THE SHADE. LITERALLY. MAKING A BILLION DOLLARS WAS NOT EASY. IT WAS FUN FOR IT WASN'T AN EASY TASK. YET I AM THE MAD MAN. WHAT REALLY MAKES IT FUN, IS MAKING IT EASIER FOR YOU. I MADE BILLIONS. FOR I EARNED IT. I PUT IN MY WHOLE LIFE. I RISKED EVERYTHING. NOW I LAUGH SO HARD, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. IT'S HILARIOUS. HYSTERICAL. A HOOT. ALONG WITH THE RIOT. ZEY CALL IT, PROPERTY TAX. I AM WRITING A BOOK RIGHT NOW. ALMOST DONE. WITH VOLUME ONE. "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS". I AM ANTICIPATING ORDERING COPIES. I TOLD MRS. MARGE, YESTERDAY AT WORK, I WILL SIGN HER A COPY OF THIS, I GIVE TO HER AS A SAMPLE. I HAVE NO LIFE. I ONLY HAVE THE LIFE OF MY DREAMS. NOW MAKE LIFE DREAMY, FOR AS MANY OTHERS, AS MANY OTHER PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE.
INDENTATION. CONDUCT THE HELPING HAND CHALLENGE, WITH YOUR STOCK PICKS AND PORTFOLIOS. CREATE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIOS, JUST FOR THE HELPING HAND TRAVEL DOCUMENTARIES. YOU TRAVEL THE WORLD, HELPING OTHER'S FINANCIALLY, DOCUMENTING IT ALL ON VIDEO AND AUDIO. STASH THE FOOTAGE AWAY. PLAY AS SMART AS YOU CAN. FOR YOU MUST SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO IMPACT REALITY'S FABRIC. OR IMPACT THE FABRICATION, WITH TRUTH. IF YOU GIVE UP YOUR AMBITIONS FOR PLEASURE, FOR YOUR FANTASY WORLD ACQUISITION, YOU LOSE NOTHING. SO GO GAIN EVERYTHING. EVERY-THING? EVERY-THING!
INDENTATION\. PARDON ME, PRESIDENT FORD. DEAR MR. GERALD, WE MADE A CAVE FULL OF BOOTY WITH THE MARKET IN CONJUNCTION. OH YEA. KOOL-AID NEVER TASTED BETTER. RAMEN NOODLES NEVER FELT SO RIGHT. WE COULD EAT LOBSTER. BUT MAYBE LOBSTER IS JUST THE SEA ROACH. OOPS. OOPSEY DAISY. IF I LIGHT THE FIRE TO THE ECONOMICAL REVOLUTION, KEEP THE FIRE LIT. THE FIRE RISES. I GAVE MY LIFE TO RISE THE FIRE. I CAN LIVE WITH THAT. LIVED FOR IT. IZZY. I AM GRATEFUL TO GOD. I GIVE GOD ALL OF THE GLORY. I AM A SOLDIER IN GOD'S ARMY. MAY BE FUTURE GENERAL. FOR NOW I GIVE MY LIFE TO SPECIFIC DESTINY. I MAY NEVER SEE IT. I STILL SLEEP WELL AT NIGHT AND DAY. I CHERISHED MY LIFE. CHERISH YOURS MORE. MORE. MUCH MORE. USE YOUR GIFTS TO ENHANCE THE SPECTRUM OF INTENTIONAL ACTION WITHIN THE REALM. I AM GOING TO PRICE THIS BOOK AT $100. NO ONE WHO READS IT, WILL COMPLAIN THEN. ANYONE WHO READS IT FOR FREE, WILL FEEL OBLIGED. THEY SHOULDN'T. THEY WOULD ACTUALLY KIND OF BE ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS DOWN, IN THE PERFECT WORLD.
2.6.2020
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6TH, 2020
4:33AM EST - 5:15 AM EST

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE:

INDENTATION.
I LOOK FORWARD TO VOLUME TWO.
I WRITE ONE LINE AT A TIME.
I ENJOY LIFE.
I PRAY TO GOD I MAKE HIM PROUD.
I MADE SURE MY FAMILY WAS BETTER THAN BETTER THAN GOOD.
GENERATIONALLY.
I WAS THE RICH UNCLE.
THE FILTHY WEALTHY UNCLE.
THE UNCLE THEY NEVER CALLED UNCLE.
I WAS ALWAYS JUST CHAD.
JUSS CHIZZI.
THIS CHAPTER IS WRITTEN AS A POEM WOULD BE. NOW I WRITE POEMS AS PROSE PARAGRAPHS ARE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW IT WAS RHYMING, UNTIL YOU REALIZED IT WAS RHYMING. THIS IS THE NON FICTION GENRE. ONE GENRE.
BUY THE STOCK.
DISTRIBUTE IT.
BUY OTHER STOCKS.
DISTRIBUTE THEM.
STOCKS IN CERTAIN INDUSTRIES. COMPETING STOCKS IN THE SAME INDUSTRY.
LOVE THYSELF.
PSYCHO TECHNOLOGY.
FROM NOW ON, WE CALL IT P.T. OK? OK. COOL. GOT IT. WE HAVE EQUAL STANDING.
WE EQUALLY STAND.
XMEN THREE.
WHEN I FIRST HEARD OF P.T., I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT REALLY WAS. STILL DON'T FULLY. THIS IS A PERFECT EXAMPLE, OF WHAT THE FUTURE LOOKS LIKE. THE FUTURE IS.
THE FUTURE IS UNFORESEEN BY MOST.
WHOEVER SEES THE FUTURE COMING, ENJOYS REWARDS.
"STEVE JOBS", THE FILM IS ON NETFLIX. "STEVE JOBS". I LOVE IT. I WILL WATCH IT TONIGHT GOD WILLING I REMEMBER.
I AM CHADFILMS.
I AM CHAD HARRIS.
CHAD XZAVIER HARRIS.
CHAD XZAVIER HARRIS, FILMS.
CHAD XZAVIER, FILMS.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TIME I WAS BORN.
IF IT IS CLOSE TO 12:29 PM OR AM, I WOULD LOVE THAT.
GOODNIGHTS.

2:29 AM EST - 3:17AM EST
2.7.2020
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7TH, 2020

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: AND HERE WE GO

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE VOLUME. "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS" IS VOLUME ONE OF "WHY AMERICA SLEPT". VOLUME TWO, I'M NOT SURE OF THE TITLE YET. IT WILL BE A VERSE COLLECTION. "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS VERSED". THE RHYMING VERSION. GO FROM THERE. I LOOK FORWARD TO ORDERING COPIES OF THIS PUBLISHED WORK OF NON FICTION. CAN THIS VOLUME BE CONSIDERED AT LEAST THE INTRODUCTION TO AN ECONOMIC MANIFEST? IF SO, WE GO INTO VOLUME TWO, IN GOOD STANDING. I AM GRATEFUL TO GOD I MADE IT THIS FAR IN LIFE AND IN THE BOOK.
INDENTATION. I JUST SENT $100 TO ISAIAH. I SENT $100 TO JASON. I ASKED THEM TO PURCHASE RIPPLE XRP ON COINBASE. I ASKED THEM TO ENGAGE AN E-TRADE TRANSFER FOR $100 AND I WILL SEND THE MONEY TO THEM BY THE TIME IT CLEARS. THIS WAY, WE CAN HOLD THE CRYPTO INSTANTLY, WHILE THE FUNDS GROW AVAILABLE ON E-TRADE. THESE STOCKS, IN THESE INDUSTRIES, MUST BE PURCHASED IN HEAVY AMOUNTS TOTAL. THIS WILL BRING IN CRYPTO MONEY. THE CRYPTO CURRENCY, MUST BE PURCHASED IN HEAVY AMOUNTS AS WELL. CRYPTO CURRENCY MARKET CAP FOR TRADING IS OVER $3 TRILLION PER DAY. EQUAL TO THE FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING. NNVC. NANO VERICIDES. $9 LAST TIME WE CHECKED, IT WAS THERE IN PRICE. NAOV. NANO VIBRONIX. $2.80. LAST TIME A NANO TECH COMPANY ON OUR WATCHLIST WAS $2, IT WAS NNVC. NNVC IS NOW RANGING FROM $8 TO $18. WOW. DAM. HOOVER. MY BROTHER JUSTIN IS SIGNING UP FOR AN E-TRADE. FINALLY. WAY TO GO BRO. THANK YOU. NAMASTE. NOW I CAN SEND YOU MONEY TO PURCHASE COMPANY STOCK PUBLICLY, IN THE EMERGING TECHNOLOGIES OF THE NEXT TWO CENTURIES.
INDENTATION. EVERY GENERATION WILL GET THIS CHANCE. UP TO THREE TIMES NATURALLY. WITH GUIDANCE, MAYBE FIVE TO SIX TIMES. USE THIS PUBLICATION AS A TOOL FOR THE YOUNG LOVED ONES IN YOUR LIFE, TO BOOST THEIR ECONOMIC ACQUIT AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE. THEN THEY CAN DO THIS BEFORE THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN. IF NOT, BETWEEN 20-25 YEARS OLD. GET THEM STARTED AT SEVEN AND IT'S OVER. WE NEED TO TEACH OUR CHILDREN HOW TO PAY OUR BILLS. THEN THEY CAN PAY THEIR OWN. I WILL WRITE VOLUMES IN THIS SERIES AIMED AT THE YOUTH. THIS IS ONLY VOLUME ONE. WE WILL SAY COMPLEX SAYINGS. WE WILL SAY KINDERGARTEN TALK. THE OFFICIAL 2020 "VANESSA STALLONE" DEBUT IS DONE. YOURLISTEN SEARCH ENGINE. THE WHITE RABBIT MANIFESTO. THE ONLY BOOK WRITTEN IN NEW YORK, THE FIRST FOUR MONTHS BEFORE GOING BACK TO GEORGIA FOR SIX MONTHS. ON FRIDAY AUGUST 10TH, 2018, THE NIGHT I MOVED BACK TO NEW YORK FROM GEORGIA, I GAVE KEVI THE HAND WRITTEN NOTEBOOK. TOMORROW IS KEVI'S 19TH BIRTHDAY. MY OLDEST NIECE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVI. I LOVE YOU. I GAVE THE NOTEBOOK TO KEVI TV. KEVI. I NEVER TYPED THE NOTEBOOK. FIRST THING I DID IN GEORGIA, AFTER RETURNING FROM NEW YORK ON VALENTINE'S DAY WAS TO RECORD THE NOTEBOOK. I WOULD HAVE TO TRANSCRIBE THE AUDIO.
INDENTATION. I AM REALLY EXCITED. I GET TO SHOOT FOR ANOTHER VARIETY OF WRITING IN THIS COLLECTION. THERE WILL BE FICTIONAL VOLUMES IN THIS SERIES. ACTUALLY, THE NON FICTION ASPECT, IS IN ITSELF ANOTHER GENRE WE EXPLORED. WE DID NOT WANT TO EXPLORE NON FICTION. WHEN ECONOMICS, POLITICS, AND/ OR HUMANITARIANISM GREW IMPERATIVE TO US AT 25. FULLY IMPERATIVE. IN FIVE YEARS I HAVE SELF PUBLISHED 600 PAGE VOLUMES. THREE TIMES. FORGIVE ME FOR THE NUMEROLOGY BEHIND THE STATS. IN HINDSIGHT I WOULD HAVE FARED WELL GOING FOR THE 777. I JUST WANT TO REFLECT A MOMENT THAT MY 1800 PAGES INCIDENTALLY REFERENCES SOME REAL BULLSH. I'M HURT BY THIS. I NEED 700 PAGES. WHAT IS THAT IN THE "HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE"? "GOBLET OF FIRE". WRITING ECONOMIC PROSE THE SIZE OF "THE GOBLET OF FIRE". I AM JUST GRATEFUL AND EXCITED ABOUT COMPLETING THIS 700 PAGE PROJECT. THREE PAGES PER DAY IS 1000 PAGES ANNUALLY. I RECORD THREE HOURS IN AUDIO PER DAY, MOST DAYS.
I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR READING VOLUME ONE. VOLUME TWO, THE INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER, IS THE NEXT SESSION.

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3:16 AM EST - 4;17AM EST
1.30.2020
FRIDAY JANUARY 30TH, 2020

CHAPTER EIGHT-TEEN: KOBE BRYANT OF THE STOCK MARKET

THE WHOLE KOBE BRYANT TRAGEDY HAS ME SHOOK. I AM SHAKEN. I FEEL LIKE, IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I AM TIRED OR HAVE A FEW HOURS TO GET TO BED TO GET ENOUGH REST FOR OVERTIME, SIX DAYS PER WEEK. I MUST FINISH THIS VOLUME AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. I MUST START THE NEXT VOLUMES AS QUICKLY AS I CAN. THE FIRST MONTH OF THE YEAR IS OVER. THE NEXT MONTH IS THE SHORTEST OF THE YEAR. I WANTED 25 SESSIONS IN EACH VOLUME. TODAY WOULD BE SESSION FIVE OF VOLUME TWO. I MUST PUSH MYSELF TO CATCH UP. THREE SESSIONS PER DAY OF ANYTHING, IS ONE THOUSAND SESSIONS YEARLY. I M GRATEFUL TO GOD I AM STILL ALIVE. I AM EVEN MORE GRATEFUL TO GOD, MY LOVED ONES AND OUR LOVED ONES ARE STILL ALIVE.
I WANT TO LEAVE BEHIND AN INHERITANCE TO MY FAMILY. THE FACT, KOBE'S DAUGHTER GIANNA, AND OTHER KIDS WERE KILLED IN THE CRASH, MAKES ME WAY LESS ANXIOUS TO HAVE CHILDREN. BY THE TIME YOU FINISH READING OR LISTENING TO THIS FULL TEXT, IT MAY BE APPARENT WHAT MY FEARS ARE. MY FEAR, WHAT IF I WAS IN DANGER DUE TO HOW I USE MY INTELLIGENCE, ENERGETIC INPUT/OUTPUT, AND INFLUENCE AS A SPIRIT? THERE ARE CERTAIN THOUGHTS I HAVE THAT I DON'T NECESSARILY WANT TO INCLUDE IN THIS PROJECT, SO I WILL INCLUDE CERTAIN THOUGHTS THAT MAY GIVE INSIGHT INTO WHY I'M THINKING HOW I'M THINKING. I HAD TO ADOPT A LIFESTYLE ALLOWING SPACE TO GROW AND TO BE ABLE TO INVEST MY EARNINGS, FOCUS, AND TIME, INTERFERENCE FREE. CLEAR SIGNALS.
THE MAMBA MENTALITY, BEFORE I LEARNED OF IT IN 2018 OR 2019, I WAS EN ROUTE TO IT ALREADY. WHEN I DID WATCH THE DIFFERENT VIDEOS ABOUT THE MENTALITY, I WAS ALREADY DOING IT. IT WAS CONFIRMATION AND VALIDATION, TO CONTINUE IN MY FORM OF WORK ETHIC. I WOULD WATCH THE VIDEOS BEFORE AND AFTER WORK. I WOULD WATCH THE VIDEOS BEFORE AND AFTER THE WRITING AND RECORDING SESSIONS. I AM DEEPLY HURT BY THE NATURE OF KOBE'S PASSING AND HOW IT ALL PLAYED OUT. I HAVE WITHDREW FROM CERTAIN SOCIAL ACTIVITIES, INCLUDING DATING. I AM THIRTY, I HAVE NEVER GOTTEN A PERSON PREGNANT. ONE DAY THERE WILL TECHNOLOGY TO GIVE MEN ABILITY TO BIRTH A CHILD. GROSS. NET. BUT STILL GROSS. EEL. DISGUSTING. WE SHOULD STILL INVEST IN THE TECHNOLOGY. I DO NOT AGREE WITH SUCH TECHNOLOGY. YET AND STILL, BUSINESS NEVER PERSONAL DAWGA (TOMMY FORD VOICE).
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DID I MENTION E-TRADE CHARGES $7 PER TRANSACTION? SO ONLY $50 OR $100 E-TRADE DEPOSITS AT A TIME. NOT REALLY. ONLY $100 PER TRANSACTION AT A TIME, MINIMUM. WE HAVE OUR ECONOMIC MISSILE OF PRODUCTION, AIMED SQUARELY IN THE SIGHTS OF THE EMERGING MARKETS. THE TECHNOLOGY SECTOR, WAS SOMETHING THE PREVIOUS GENERATIONS DID NOT INVEST IN THESE COMPANIES. PERSONALLY, AS A MILLENNIAL, I AM ALREADY ASHAMED OF THE PIECES OF THE RECENT TECHNOLOGY SECTOR, I MISSED INVESTING IN AT THOSE TIMES THEY EMERGED. I WILL MAKE UP FOR THIS, IN MY THIRTIES. I HAVE JUST TURNED THIRTY, ONE MONTH AGO. THE ENTIRE MONTH, FLEW BY. MONTH TWO HAS BEGUN. THIS IS MONTH TWO'S FIRST WRITING SESSION RECORDING.
WHAT WE ARE SAYING IS THAT WE ARE MAKING SURE, WE INVEST IN THE TECHNOLOGY SECTORS EVERY MONTH. THE MONTH'S HAPPEN TO HAVE BEEN FLYING BY FOR DECADES. ENSURING THUS PROFITS ARE RETURNING ON INVESTMENT. THE ONLY WAY TO WIN THE CHAMPIONSHIP, IS WITH THE MAMBA MENTALITY. FROM HERE ON OUT, WE REFER TO THE INVESTIOPATHOLOGY, AS THE MAMBA MENTALITY WHEN APPLIED TO FINANCIAL LITERACY AND LEVERAGING. PROPERLY LEVERAGING THE DOLLAR AS THE BLACK MAMBA WOULD IN SUCH AN INDUSTRY. SO NOW I CAN TRANSLATE IT TO THESE TERMS. HERE IS MY BLACK MAMBA IN THE STOCK MARKET IMPRESSION.
YOU HAVE TO PURCHASE STOCKS RIGHT NOW. YOU'RE GETTING OLDER. YOU MUST SECURE YOUR FINANCIAL LEGACY. YOU MUST FINALLY BUILD AND FUND THE EMPIRES YOU SET OUT TO SET UP. YOU DEDICATED YOUR TWENTIES DECADE, BEFORE THE TWENTY TWENTIES. YOUR THIRTIES ARE ALL ABOUT STOCKS. THIS IS YOUR SECOND CAREER. THESE NEXT TEN YEARS, YOU BUILD YOUR INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO, THE SAME WAY YOU BUILT YOUR CREATIVE ARTISTRY PORTFOLIO. WHY YOU WRITE THIS, IS FOR THOSE YOUNGER TO APPLY THIS SOONER. DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE WITHOUT STOCKS, ABOUT STOCKS. I WILL HAVE MORE SHARES TOTAL THAN ANYONE YOU KNOW. I'LL PROVE IT. THAT IS WHY I OFFER WHATEVER I OFFER. I FELT THE PAIN OF THE FATE OF ANYONE FINANCIALLY ILLITERATE. THE MORE FINANCIALLY LITERATE I GROW, I HURT MORE AND MORE FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T. WHY SHOULD I BE SO LUCKY? LUCKY ENOUGH TO DO MY BEST TO HELP. IF YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN THE ROOM WHO CAN READ, IN A CROWDED ROOM, WHERE EVERYONE HAD LETTERS TO BE READ, BUY YOUR OWN BOTTLE. BYOB.
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I AIM TO HAVE A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF SHARES, BOTH DOMESTIC AND FOREIGN, OF COMPANIES OF THE EMERGING INDUSTRY VARIETY. I LIVE 1000 MILES AWAY FROM ANY FAMILY I'VE LIVED AROUND BEFORE. I AM SINGLE. I WAS SINGLE WHEN I MOVED TO SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I HAVE BEEN SINGLE SINCE I HAVE BEEN HERE, SINCE AUGUST OF 2018. ONE YEAR AND A HALF. THE ENTIRE TIME I HAVE BEEN TRADING FOREIGN CURRENCY, MINUS THE FIRST TWO MONTHS OF THE FIRST SEASON, FIRST QUARTER, IN NEW YORK. TRADING CURRENCY DURING THE NEW YORK SESSION, FROM SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I APPRECIATE THE INSIGHT GOD HAS GIVEN ME, SO MUCH, I MUST HELP YOU THE BEST WAY I KNOW HOW. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO GIVE OUT LOANS. I AM NOT NEXO WALLET. IF YOU WANT A LOAN, YOU SHOULD PURCHASE YOUR ALT COINS TODAY.
USE YOUR ALT COINS AS COLLATERAL, FOR THE NEXO WALLET OFFERED CRYPTO LOAN. THERE IS A NEW KIND OF LOAN EMERGING FROM THE FINANCIAL WATERS OF HISTORY'S TIDE. ALL OF MY MONEY IS GOING TO BE FOREVER TIDE UP IN INVESTMENTS. TIED UP. PEOPLE WON'T BE LOANING MONEY FROM ME. I'M NOT A BANK. I DON'T LIKE BANKS. I RESPECT THE TONTINE. NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. SO WHERE IS IT? ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE. THIS MAY END UP THE MOST CINEMATIC INVESTMENT STRATEGY PUBLICATION EVER. EVER. EVER. I WATCHED A STOCK I HAD ON MY WATCHLIST, GO FROM $2 TO $18. IT IS NOW AT $12 FROM $8 AFTER THE SELL OFF STABILIZATION. JASON PURCHASED A FEW SHARES. MAYBE HE WISHES HE HAD PURCHASED MORE. IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE ON E-TRADE TO ENTER SELL TRADES ON THE SAME SYMBOLS YOU ARE HOLDING IN YOUR HOLDING PORTFOLIO. TRADE SELL THE STOCKS YOU ARE HOLDING WHEN THEY DOUBLE MANY TIMES OVER, AS IN THIS SCENARIO.
NOW I HAVE TO THINK WITH NO EMOTION. I MUST GET IN ON THE STOCK. NANO VERICIDES. NNVC ON THE NASDAQ. I WATCHED NNVC, ELEVATE FROM $3 BELOW THE PENNY STOCK CATEGORY, TO BEING $7 OVER A PENNY STOCK AFTER ALMOST DOUBLING THAT PRICE OF $12. IS $8 THE NEXT SUPPORT LEVEL? WILL IT EVER GO BACK TO $8? I BELIEVE SO. THE MARKET PROJECTION IS FOR ANOTHER THREE TO FIVE YEARS. SO WHAT IS THE BEST SOLUTION BOTH WAYS, CONSIDERING ALL FACTORS CONSIDERED. FIRST FACTOR? THE FIRST FACTOR IS WHAT IF IT GOES BACK DOWN AFTER YOU BUY TO HOLD AT THIS PRICE TOM? USE YOUR TRADING INSTINCT TO SELL TRADE IT AT $12. YOU CHECKED THE TRADING VIEW TECHNICAL ANALYSIS OSCILLATORS. SELL AT $12 IT SAYS. THIS WOULD MEAN YOU PROFIT OFF OF THE STABILIZATION OF THE MASSIVE SELL OFF MANIFESTING LAST WEEK. THIS ALLOWS YOU TO GET IN AT A BETTER PRICE LEVEL, WHILE IT DROPS AS LOW AS YOU MAY WANT IT TO DROP, WHEN CONSIDERING THE LONG TERM PURCHASING OF THE SHARES IN QUESTION, MARK.
NOW WHEN IT SAYS TO BUY ON THE TRADING VIEW CHART, I WILL BUY TO HOLD. HERE'S THE KICKER. CONSIDERING THE OTHER FACTOR, OF $12 BEING THE NEW SUPPORT LEVEL, EVEN THOUGH NOT TOO LIKELY NOW, WE WILL PURCHASE $100 IN SHARES NNVC. GRAB TEN SHARES WHILE YOU SELL TRADE. THEN BUY MORE SHARES. KEEP BUYING SHARES IN REVERSE LEVELS AS IT TANKS BACK TO JASON'S PRICE OR AT THE ONE DOLLAR NEAR PENNY STOCK LEVEL. THERE ARE MANY WAYS THIS STOCK COULD GO. ANTICIPATE THEM ALL THEN ACT IMMEDIATELY. WHY DID JASON'S STOCK IN NNVC GO UP? WE ARE LOOKING IN THE PROPER LONGITUDE LATITUDE. OUR DEGREES OF SEPARATION, ARE THREE FEET FROM DIGITAL GOLD. INTRODUCING THE BLACK MAMBA MENTALITY, INTO THE FINANCIAL SECTORS, TECH SECTORS, OH YEAH. HISTORY IN THE MAKING WE ARE ALL WATCHING. I CAN SEE THE HISTORY COMING. I CAN SEE THE FUTURE COMING. IT IS EMERGING RIGHT BEFORE OUR VERY EYES. THE UNIVERSE AND THE COSMOS HAVE ALLOTTED ME, THE PRIVILEGE OF A LIFE OF ANONYMITY. NO ONE KNOWS ME. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO. I LEFT BEHIND A BOMB. WHEN IT BLOWS UP THEY WILL THEN KNOW MY NAME. THIS PUBLICATION COULD GIVE RISE TO MANY NEW GENERATIONAL WEALTH CREATORS. GENERATIONAL WEALTH IS STATED AS $20 MILLION.

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2.2.2020
FEBRUARY 2ND, 2020
SUPERBOWL DAY

CHAPTER NINE-TEEN: REVERBUR

JASON HAS A FIDELITY ACCOUNT. JASON STARTED A SECOND
E-TRADE TRADING ACCOUNT, WITHIN THE BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. JASON PURCHASED TWO SHARES OF NNVC AT $2 PER SHARE. JASON THEN PURCHASED TWO SHARES OF NNVC, AT $8 PER SHARE. JASON IS PROGRESSING WELL INTO WEALTH JASON IS ALSO PROCESSING WEALTH CREATION WELL. HE ASKED ME HOW DID I FIND OUT ABOUT NNVC? NNVC IS A NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY, NANO VERICIDES. MY ANSWER TO JASON WAS TO ME A DASH IGNORANT. I JUST LOOKED IN PARTICULAR INDUSTRIES. THEREFORE BEFORE PURCHASING SHARES, THE COMPANIES ARE OF LITTLE CONCERN. AS FAR AS WE ARE CONCERNED, AT THIS PROFIT MARGIN, THESE COMPANIES ARE ALL BANGERS. HEAD BANGERS. AS IN, YOU MIGHT JUST END UP BANGING YOUR HEAD ON THE SOFA.
LISTEN. ARE YOU LISTENING? ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE LISTENING? BIONIC CHIZZY. NANO CHAD. NANO CHATO. I AM EXCITED ABOUT THE END OF THIS VOLUME. FIVE MORE ONE HOUR SESSIONS. GO BACK AND ADD TO SHORTER SESSIONS. I LOOK FORWARD TO PUBLISHING THIS PROJECT. I LOOK FORWARD TO ORDERING COPIES OF VOLUME ONE. I LOOK FORWARD TO READING VOLUME ONE. I LOOK FORWARD TO PROOF READING VOLUME ONE. THE PERSON OF NUMBERS. WHY AMERICA SLEPT? HONESTLY, I TOLD YOU. I AM TERRIFIED. I FEEL A SENSE OF DESTINY AS NEVER BEFORE FELT. REVERBUR. HOW JASON PRONOUNCES RVBR. I FEEL AS IF I AM NOT GOING HARD AND FAST ENOUGH, IN THE FINANCIAL MARKETS. PERIOD. NO ELLIPSIS. ON THE 3RD OF FEBRUARY, THE E-TRADE DEPOSIT OF $97 WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR TRADING. I WILL BE HOLDING THOUGH. JASON'S ACCOUNT WILL HAVE $100 I SENT AVAILABLE FOR HOLDING. WE WILL PURCHASE WITH THE FUNDS, TWO DIFFERENT COMPANIES. JASON SENT $10 IN RIPPLE XRP, TO HIS FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING ACCOUNT, AND MINE.

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SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2ND, 2020
2.2.2020
GROUNDHOG DAY
BADGER DAY
SACRED BEAR DAY EH
SUPER BOWL 54

CHAPTER TWENTY: NAOV AND NANO VIBRONIX

I JUST REMEMBERED, E-TRADE HAS AN OPTION TO IMPORT OTHER E-TRADE ACCOUNTS. I WILL FIND OUT. I WILL THEN BE ABLE TO, PURCHASE SHARES AND SEND THE PORTFOLIO TO A LOVED ONE. THEREFORE I CAN BUILD PORTFOLIOS AS QUICKLY AS I NEED TO. EACH ACCOUNT WILL HAVE A BENEFICIARY. YET AND STILL, WE YEARN FOR NOTHING BUT SUCCESS, IN OUR ENDEAVORS. IF I GIVE UP THE PERSONAL LIFE, FOR ANOTHER DECADE, WHAT HAPPENS? MAYBE FIVE YEARS. I DON'T KNOW THE FULL SPECS OF MY OWN FATE. SO, THIS JUST DOES NOTHING MORE THAN INSPIRE ME TO GO WAY HARDER THEN. I DO NOT KNOW WHEN THIS IS ALL GOING TO END, SO LET'S JUST BEGIN TO GO AS HARD AS WE CAN WHEN WE GO, UNTIL THE END.
MY ENTIRE JOURNEY UP TO NEW YORK, I WAS SURROUNDED BY FAMILY. BEING BLESSED TO BE HERE AND STILL PURSUING THE DREAMS, I MUST MAKE SURE MY FAMILY IS FINANCIALLY SECURE FOR THE BLOODLINE'S LIFETIME. MAKING A BILLION DOLLARS BY YOURSELF IS EXHILARATING. ACTUALLY. I HAVE TO GO HARD IN THIS ENDEAVOR, DUE TO ONE SIMPLE FACT. NOT TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE PARTICIPATING IN THE START UP. ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE THOUGH AND SO I WILL MAKE IT WORK. THIS HAS TO BE SO WEIRD FOR SOME, SOME MAY GET IT QUICKLY. SOME WILL GET IT INSTANTLY.
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PLEASE ALLOW ME, TO FURTHER PLACE YOU INTO THE STUDY DEN. THE DEN OF STUDY IS MAGNIFICENT. FOR EXAMPLE. URGENT ISSUE. THERE IS A LIST OF INDUSTRIES TO INVEST IN, UTILIZING THE STOCK MARKET. WE HAVE A FEW COMPANIES TOTAL, ON THE WATCHLIST. THEY ARE COMPRISED OF DIFFERENT INDUSTRIES AMONG COMPETING DUOS. WORKING TOGETHER TO PROFIT OUR PORTFOLIOS. NNVC IS A NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY. SMME AND NXT-ID ARE BIOMETRICS COMPANIES. I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT, WHAT INDUSTRY RVBR IS IN. TOMORROW, THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, WE WILL HAVE THE FUNDS ON E-TRADE TO PURCHASE RVBR SHARES. $90 WORTH IN COMPANY STOCK. JASON'S $100 WILL BE USED FOR DOGECOIN AND SMME. $0.002 AND $0.012, RESPECTIVELY. 20,500 DOGECOIN IN JASON'S ACCOUNT. DO THAT THREE TIMES AND MATCH THE MAX AMOUNT OF DOGECOIN I HAD IN 2018, BEFORE TRADING CURRENCY. I HAVE TO GET THOSE DOGECOINS BACK. THEN MORE DOGECOIN. I HAD 500 RIPPLE XRP IN THE COINBASE. I HAVE TO MAKE UP FOR ALL OF MY 2018 ACCOUNTS.
ON ROBINHOOD, I WAS ABLE TO TYPE IN THE NAME OF THE INDUSTRIES. ROBINHOOD THEN SHOWED ME COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRY. IF ROBINHOOD ONLY SHOWED ME THE COMPANIES WITH THE NAME OF THE INDUSTRY IN IT SOMEHOW, THEN DANG. BRA, WE HAVE TO LOCATE STOCKS RELATED TO AUTONOMOUS CARS. THE SELF DRIVING REVOLUTION. WE MUST BE A PART OF IT. I ALWAYS WANTED MY OWN DRIVER. EVERYONE KNOWS IT. I WOULD PAY THE DRIVER $100,000 YEARLY. THEIR RETIREMENT PORTFOLIO WOULD BE AMAZING. MY DRIVER WOULD'VE BEEN A BILLIONAIRE AT THE END OF IT ALL. THE CAREER. ON E-TRADE, I JUST COPIED AND PASTED THE ROBINHOOD STOCKS LOCATED. I WILL SEE IF THE E-TRADE SEARCH ENGINE IS LIKE OR BETTER THAN ROBINHOOD. ON GOOGLE, IT IS DIFFERENT TO FIND COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRIES. PENNY STOCKS IN THE EMERGING INDUSTRIES. 5$. EVEN $20 IS WHATEVER. IT IS SUCH A RACE. THE RACE AGAINST THE PROJECTION TIME OF THESE INDUSTRIES.
AUTONOMOUS CARS, I NEED STOCKS IN FIVE G. 5G STOCKS MUST BE MINE. IT'S AN EASY KILL. GET IT? TECHNOLOGY MIGHT BE DANGEROUS. DANGEROUS TECHNOLOGY MIGHT BE USED AGAINST YOU ONE DAY. IMAGINE IF YOU INVESTED HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS INTO POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS TECHNOLOGY? POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS AS IN IF IT IS IN THE WRONG HANDS. ALWAYS REMEMBER, UNDERGROUND BUNKERS COST MONEY. THESE ARE TWO NEW INDUSTRIES, I HAD PUT ON THE LIST MENTALLY. THIS MAY BE THE FIRST TIME I AM MENTIONING THEM BOTH. I MAY HAVE MENTIONED FIVE G IN THIS VOLUME. I MAY HAVE ALREADY TOUCHED ON THE NOTE OF TECHNOLOGY POSSIBLY GROWING DANGEROUS. IT WOULD HAPPEN EVEN WITHOUT YOUR MONEY. GOOD REASON TO HAVE THE FUNDS FOR THE UNDERGROUND BUNKER. GOOD REASON TO HAVE FUNDS FOR THE FOREIGN TRIPS ABROAD. GOOD THING TO HAVE THE FUNDS FOR THE NEW HOUSES ABROAD. AFTER THIS CHAPTER, THE PROJECT IS TO RECORD US RESEARCHING FOR COMPANIES IN ALL OF THE INDUSTRIES. THIS WAY, WE ARE MORE PRIVY TO THE ACTUAL PRICES OF THE COMPANIES OFFERED ON THE PLATFORMS, IN THESE PARTICULAR INDUSTRIES.
IT IS A FULL ON RACE OF RESEARCH AND APPLICATION. ONLY CONSTANT APPLICATION OF CONSTANT RESEARCH, WILL GET THIS DONE. THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO HAVE A LIST OF COMPANIES IN EACH INDUSTRY, AVAILABLE ON THE PLATFORMS WE ARE USING TO HOLD THE COMPANY STOCKS. THIS IS MY LINGO. I FEEL FINANCIAL LITERACY, OOZING THRU THE VEINS. I'M ONLY BEGINNING. THANK GOD AND GOD WILLING. I WANTED TO DO A RECORDING, ABOUT IZZY. I WILL, WHILE RESEARCHING THE INDIVIDUAL COMPANIES, WITHIN EACH INDUSTRY. ONCE YOU FIND THE COMPANIES, YOU FIND THEIR COMPETITORS. ONCE YOU FIND THE COMPANIES, YOU FIND THE RELATED INDUSTRIES AS WELL. THIS IS ON MY MIND HEAVY. THIS IS THE ENTIRE HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT. THE LESSON PLANS FOR CREATIVE FINANCIAL LEVERAGING, WOULD BE PRISTINE. THEY WOULD BE CLEAN. IN ALL OF THE STORIES I HAVE DONE, I FEEL REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE. VOLUME ONE OF TWENTY FIVE.
I ONLY WANTED TO EXPLORE MY OWN MIND. I WANTED THE CONFIDENCE IN MY OWN CREATIVE FACULTIES, TO ATTAIN DESTINY. WHAT I AM WORKING ON, IS TOO VALUABLE, FOR A RECKLESSLY GUIDED SOCIAL LIFE TO STEER IT OFF COURSE. I WILL BE LONELY, IF I AM STAYING ON COURSE. IF I STAY ON COURSE LONG ENOUGH, I WON'T BE SO LONELY FOREVER. IF I STILL AM, THEN I WAS FOREVER ON COURSE. I PUT MY PERSONAL YEARNINGS ASIDE FOR YEILDINGS. FEELINGS AND YEILDINGS. YEARNINGS AND EARNINGS. THE LEARNINGS AND THE BURNINGS. BUILDING THE DREAM LIFE FOR MYSELF, HAS LEFT ME WITH NO PERSONAL LIFE. I AM CRAFTING MY TIME. BACK TO AUTONOMOUS CARS NOW. WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT COMPANIES ARE IN EACH INDUSTRY. WE CAN THEN CALCULATE MANY DOLLARS WE NEED FOR ONE HUNDRED TO ONE THOUSAND SHARES IN COMPANY STOCK. I JUST HAD TO ASK MYSELF, WHAT FONT IS THIS? THIS FONT IS EPIC. EPIC FONTS.
THE MORE STOCKS YOU FIND, IN THE INDUSTRY YOU ARE LOOKING IN, THE MORE STOCKS YOU CAN BUY, OF MORE COMPANIES, WITHIN THE INDUSTRY. OBSTACLES WILL COME OUR WAY. IT IS JUST THE UNIVERSE TESTING US. THIS IS WHAT WE WANT TO WORK ON, AFTER THIS CHAPTER, AFTER EATING FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY. WE MIGHT WORK ON CHAPTER TWENTY ONE INSTEAD THOUGH. COME TO THINK ABOUT IT. WE ARE ALMOST DONE. WE STILL HAVE TO SPEND AN HOUR TRIMMING THE AUDIO FILES FOR THE WEEK. THEN SPEND ANOTHER HOUR UPLOADING ONE WEEK'S WORTH OF AUDIO FILES FROM CHADZO. "FROM CHADZO" MEANING THE AMOUNT OF WORK I PUT IN. INPUT OUTPUT. INPUT OUTPUT. IN PUT OUT PUT. PUT OUT PUT IN. PUTIN. RASPUTIN. RASPBERRY FREEZE 50X.
nstg nano string NSTG NANO STRING.
KLAC KLA. TLRY TILRAY. INFY INFOSYS. CY CYPRESS SEMICONDUCTOR. NH NANT HEALTH. NVEC NVE. CTST CANNTRUST. 180 DEGREE CAPITAL. NAOV NANOVIBRONIX. BRKR BRUKER. ARWR ARROWHEAD PHARMACEUTICALS. CYBR CYBERARK. HACK. ETFMG PRIME CYBER SECURITY ETF. NOC NORTHROP GRUMMAN. RTN RATHEON. CIBR FIRST TRUST NASDAQ CYBERSECURITY ETF. AON AON. FTNT FORTINET. PFPT PROOFPOINT. BAH BOOZ ALLEN HAMILTON. FEYE. CACI CACI. RPD RAPID7. QLYS QUALYS. BOTZ GLOBAL X ROBOTICS AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. NIO NIO $3.75. QD QUDIAN $2.83. ASGN ASGN INCORPORATED. IRBO iSHARES ROBOTICS AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE $26.97. UBOT DIREXION DAILY ROBOTICS, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ROBOT FIRST TRUST EXCHANGE TRADED FUND VI $34.89 KFRC KFORCE $37.00.
KRTX. GNUS $0.29. MU. NSIT. EPD $25.75. PEG. XBI . BIIB. IBB. ZBH. BMRN. ADPT $29.00. LABU $46.42. BLUE. BHVN $48.49. GILD $65.37. TMO. HON. A AGILENT. BDSI $5.25. GLW $26.81. PEAK $35.99. AMRN $18.55. ANPC $10.12. BIO. ITCI $22.41. CRNC $21.35. ANVS $6.45. NTRP $1.14. FEDU $1.23. $100.08 NBIX. ABBV. SYK. LLY. ABT. HCA. VRTX. EKSO BIONICS $0.36. SONVY $49.99. SPY. EEM $42.11. IWM. FXI $39.50. HYG. IVV. EFA $67.48. TLT. LQD. GDX $29.01. GHC. NWN $73.38. COMM $12.22. GPK $15.63. BKNG $1830.55. CRWD. SPCE $16.91. IQV $155.25. HLT. EQH $24.02. CCK CROWN HOLDINGS $74.03.

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TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4TH, 2020
2.4.2020

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: DOLLARS IN CAPITAL

ON THE RIDE HOME A FEW HOURS AGO, I HAD A TERM COME TO ME, "FINANCIAL CONVERSION". THE "FC". TO FINANCIALLY CONVERT, IS TO HAVE A PLAN. TO FINANCIALLY CONVERT, IS TO HAVE A PRODUCT, SERVICE, OR INSTRUMENT. THE FINANCIAL CONVERSION WINS THE GAME. I'VE NEVER BEEN INTO BANKS WHEN IT COMES TO MY OWN MONEY. AT THE SAME TIME, SAVING MONEY WAS AN ISSUE FOR ME. I DIDN'T HAVE A REAL PLAN FOR SAVING. WE NEEDED A SAVINGS PLAN. NOW, WE CAN SEE, WHAT WE ARE DOING IS SAVING OUR CURRENCY IN OTHER CURRENCIES. WE ARE CONVERTING CURRENCY TO SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. WE THROW OUR CURRENCY IN THE EQUITY MARKETS. THE MONEY MARKETS. WE SAVE OUR CURRENCY IN BONDS. BONDS OF ALL KINDS. BONDS OF ALL KINDS FOR OUR DIAPERS AND STROLLERS. I'VE NEVER PURCHASED A DIAPER IN MY LIFE. WE ARE FINANCIALLY CONVERTING THE DOLLARS INTO INTEREST BEARING VEHICLES. AT THIRTY YEARS OLD, IT IS ALL ABOUT INTEREST. WHAT INTERESTS ME? WHAT AM I INTERESTED IN? I AM INTERESTED IN EARNING INTEREST ON MY MONEY. EARNING INTEREST, INTERESTS ME. I FIND INTEREST ON COLLATERAL, INTERESTING. INTERESTING. AGAIN.
I WANT YOU TO BE AS WEALTHY AS I AM WHEN IT'S ALL OVER. ACQUISITION, DISTRIBUTION. DISTRIBUTE IMMEDIATELY, WHAT WAS JUST ACQUIRED. I HAVE THREE TO FIVE PEOPLE, READY TO BE SENT FUNDS FOR THEIR E-TRADE, ROBINHOOD, AND FREEWALLET ACCOUNTS. WHAT THIS MEANS IS, ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS TO EACH PERSON AT A TIME. EACH PERSON PURCHASES THE SAME STOCKS, IN DIFFERENT ORDERS. IN TOTAL, MY EARNINGS WILL GET HUNDREDS OF SHARES AT A TIME, IN DIFFERENT ACCOUNTS, ALONG WITH MINE. SO WHEN I LOOK AT MY OWN HOLDING ACCOUNTS, I'D HAVE TO REMEMBER I ACTUALLY HOLD WAY MORE. THE MAIN REASON YOU HAVE EVERYTHING DISTRIBUTED, IS TO MAKE SURE YOU KNOW YOUR LOVED ONES ARE GOOD FOREVER. YOU PURCHASED HOWEVER MANY SHARES IN TOTAL IN LIFE AS YOU WERE MEANT TO. IT WAS NECESSARY AND SO IT BECAME THE ULTIMATE GAME. I GAVE UP MY PERSONAL LIFE MY ENTIRE TWENTIES. I ISOLATED MYSELF ENOUGH TO UNLOCK MYSELF, TO MYSELF. ANYWAY, I NEED THE MAJORITY OF MY HOLDINGS ATTACHED TO BENEFICIARIES. THE PEOPLE I SEND MONEY TO FOR E-TRADE ARE BENEFICIARIES AS WELL. I WANT IT SET UP LIKE THAT RATHER THAN HAVING A LONG WILL. I WANT TO DROP MY FUNDS IN OTHER'S ACCOUNTS AND THAT IS MY WILL GIFT TO THEM WHEN I'M GONE. UNTIL THEN, WE USE THE MONEY FOR JOINT BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY.
NOW I CAN SEE THE SAVING OF MONEY AS VERY TRULY FUN. I AM OF ZEITGEIST ADDENDUM. AT 18. FRACTIONAL RESERVE SYSTEM ISN'T A NEW TERM TO ME AT ALL. I AM SAVING MY MONEY IN THE STOCK MARKET. I AM SAVING MONEY IN DIGITAL CURRENCY. I AM SAVING MY MONEY IN SAVINGS BONDS. BEARER BONDS. MUTUAL BONDS FUNDS. MUNICIPAL BONDS. CORPORATE BONDS. ZERO-COUPON BOND. SAVINGS. I WAS PERSONALLY WONDERING, WHO THE WINTER SOLSTICE WOULD BE. I WONDERED IF THE WINTER SOLSTICE WAS BIGGER THAN THE SUMMER'S. 2018 SUMMER SOLSTICE WAS A BIG GUY, BUT NEW. I WAS WONDERING WHY THEY DID THAT TO HIM AT THE VERY BEGINNING"? SINCE HE DIED RIPPLE NEVER CAME BACK UP. I SAY THAT TO SAY I STILL DIDN'T SEE THE WINTER SOLSTICE MARK OFF COMING. R.I.P. KOBE BRYANT. KOBE BRYANT DIED ONE MONTH AFTER THE 2019 WINTER SOLSTICE. AT THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SECOND CAREER HE WAS PURSUING. IN THE MIDDLE OF A LEGAL DISPUTE WITH A PHARMA COMPANY OVER THE COPYRIGHT NAME OWNERSHIP OF "THE BLACK MAMBA".
AS LONG AS I CONTINUE TO THROW MONEY EVERY WEEK INTO MY STOCK AND CRYPTO HOLDINGS, I MEET MY GOAL. AS LONG AS I CONTINUE TO THROW MONEY EVERY WEEK INTO OTHER'S STOCK AND CRYPTO HOLDINGS, WE MEET OUR GOALS. I MEET ANOTHER ONE OF MY GOALS AS WELL. IT IS MY GOAL TO BE THAT GUY. I WAS THAT GUY. WHO WAS THAT GUY? THAT GUY WAS CHAD. THE WATCHLIST GROWS LONGER. YOU HAVE THE WATCHLIST HERE. I WILL UPDATE THE PRICES ON NEW PAPER IN HERE, RIGHT BEFORE IT'S DONE, EVERY VOLUME. THUS A TIME TABLE OF THE WATCHLIST. VOLUME TWO IS FOUR SESSIONS AWAY. FOUR WRITING SESSION HOURS AWAY. SOON WE WILL START AN AUDIO VERSION IMPROMPTU. FOR EVERY COMPANY ON THE WATCHLIST, WE NEED THE COMPETING COMPANY NAMES. FOR EVERY INDUSTRY, WE NEED RELATED INDUSTRIES. MANY OF OUR INDUSTRIES ON THE LIST ARE RELATED, WEIRDLY. NOW THERE'S THIS ENTHUSIASM TOWARDS SAVING. I VALUED SPENDING OVER SAVING, WHEN I WAS COMPLETELY FINANCIALLY ILLITERATE. NOW I AM CLOSER TO FINANCIAL LITERACY AT LEAST AND I AM DISGUSTED WITH THE THOUGHT OF AVID CONSUMPTION OF ANYTHING BUT STOCKS. FORGIVE ME. THROWING IN THREE HUNDRED UNITS OF CURRENCY INTO INVESTMENTS WEEKLY. TEN THOUSAND YEARLY INVESTED. SAVED IN DIFFERENT FINANCIAL INSTRUMENTS. PREP REDUCES RISK SO ANY WHO FEARS THE RISK ALSO FEARS THE PREPARATION. I AM PREPARED YET STILL PREPARING TO BE INVOLVED IN MORE PREPARATION.
THIS AFTERNOON, RIGHT BEFORE THE RIDE PICKED ME UP FOR WORK, I PLACED A BUY LIMIT FOR RVBR ON E-TRADE. THAT MEANS AFTER SETTING THE LIMIT TO UNDER WHAT THE PRICE WAS, I REALIZED THE ORDER WOULDN'T TRIGGER. THE AMOUNT OF SHARES IN RVBR I WOULD GET FOR $90 IS 9,000. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS IN RVBR RIGHT NOW IS RIGHT UNDER 50,000 SHARES. EEL. DISGUSTING. I'M GOING TO DO THAT. SPLIT THE FIRST $500 BETWEEN ANYONE ELSE INVOLVED. IT'S NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE. A FEW PEOPLE, ARE COMING WITH ME TO AN EARLY RETIREMENT AND A BILLION DOLLAR NEST EGG. INHERITANCES THROWN AROUND. THE PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT WILL HAVE THEIR PORTFOLIOS, HOW I HAVE MINE. I WILL BE DUPLICATING THE PORTFOLIO. FUNDING THE DUPLICATION OF THE PORTFOLIO. CREATING BILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN CAPITAL FOR ALL INVOLVED.
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TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4TH, 2020
2.4.2020

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: WELL I GUESS I JUST CAN'T CALL IT THEN

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SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2ND, 2020
2.2.2020
GROUNDHOG DAY
BADGER DAY
SACRED BEAR DAY EH
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CHAPTER TWENTY: NAOV AND NANO VIBRONIX

I JUST REMEMBERED, E-TRADE HAS AN OPTION TO IMPORT OTHER E-TRADE ACCOUNTS. I WILL FIND OUT. I WILL THEN BE ABLE TO, PURCHASE SHARES AND SEND THE PORTFOLIO TO A LOVED ONE. THEREFORE I CAN BUILD PORTFOLIOS AS QUICKLY AS I NEED TO. EACH ACCOUNT WILL HAVE A BENEFICIARY. YET AND STILL, WE YEARN FOR NOTHING BUT SUCCESS, IN OUR ENDEAVORS. IF I GIVE UP THE PERSONAL LIFE, FOR ANOTHER DECADE, WHAT HAPPENS? MAYBE FIVE YEARS. I DON'T KNOW THE FULL SPECS OF MY OWN FATE. SO, THIS JUST DOES NOTHING MORE THAN INSPIRE ME TO GO WAY HARDER THEN. I DO NOT KNOW WHEN THIS IS ALL GOING TO END, SO LET'S JUST BEGIN TO GO AS HARD AS WE CAN WHEN WE GO, UNTIL THE END.
MY ENTIRE JOURNEY UP TO NEW YORK, I WAS SURROUNDED BY FAMILY. BEING BLESSED TO BE HERE AND STILL PURSUING THE DREAMS, I MUST MAKE SURE MY FAMILY IS FINANCIALLY SECURE FOR THE BLOODLINE'S LIFETIME. MAKING A BILLION DOLLARS BY YOURSELF IS EXHILARATING. ACTUALLY. I HAVE TO GO HARD IN THIS ENDEAVOR, DUE TO ONE SIMPLE FACT. NOT TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE PARTICIPATING IN THE START UP. ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE THOUGH AND SO I WILL MAKE IT WORK. THIS HAS TO BE SO WEIRD FOR SOME, SOME MAY GET IT QUICKLY. SOME WILL GET IT INSTANTLY.
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PLEASE ALLOW ME, TO FURTHER PLACE YOU INTO THE STUDY DEN. THE DEN OF STUDY IS MAGNIFICENT. FOR EXAMPLE. URGENT ISSUE. THERE IS A LIST OF INDUSTRIES TO INVEST IN, UTILIZING THE STOCK MARKET. WE HAVE A FEW COMPANIES TOTAL, ON THE WATCHLIST. THEY ARE COMPRISED OF DIFFERENT INDUSTRIES AMONG COMPETING DUOS. WORKING TOGETHER TO PROFIT OUR PORTFOLIOS. NNVC IS A NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY. SMME AND NXT-ID ARE BIOMETRICS COMPANIES. I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT, WHAT INDUSTRY RVBR IS IN. TOMORROW, THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, WE WILL HAVE THE FUNDS ON E-TRADE TO PURCHASE RVBR SHARES. $90 WORTH IN COMPANY STOCK. JASON'S $100 WILL BE USED FOR DOGECOIN AND SMME. $0.002 AND $0.012, RESPECTIVELY. 20,500 DOGECOIN IN JASON'S ACCOUNT. DO THAT THREE TIMES AND MATCH THE MAX AMOUNT OF DOGECOIN I HAD IN 2018, BEFORE TRADING CURRENCY. I HAVE TO GET THOSE DOGECOINS BACK. THEN MORE DOGECOIN. I HAD 500 RIPPLE XRP IN THE COINBASE. I HAVE TO MAKE UP FOR ALL OF MY 2018 ACCOUNTS.
ON ROBINHOOD, I WAS ABLE TO TYPE IN THE NAME OF THE INDUSTRIES. ROBINHOOD THEN SHOWED ME COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRY. IF ROBINHOOD ONLY SHOWED ME THE COMPANIES WITH THE NAME OF THE INDUSTRY IN IT SOMEHOW, THEN DANG. BRA, WE HAVE TO LOCATE STOCKS RELATED TO AUTONOMOUS CARS. THE SELF DRIVING REVOLUTION. WE MUST BE A PART OF IT. I ALWAYS WANTED MY OWN DRIVER. EVERYONE KNOWS IT. I WOULD PAY THE DRIVER $100,000 YEARLY. THEIR RETIREMENT PORTFOLIO WOULD BE AMAZING. MY DRIVER WOULD'VE BEEN A BILLIONAIRE AT THE END OF IT ALL. THE CAREER. ON E-TRADE, I JUST COPIED AND PASTED THE ROBINHOOD STOCKS LOCATED. I WILL SEE IF THE E-TRADE SEARCH ENGINE IS LIKE OR BETTER THAN ROBINHOOD. ON GOOGLE, IT IS DIFFERENT TO FIND COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRIES. PENNY STOCKS IN THE EMERGING INDUSTRIES. 5$. EVEN $20 IS WHATEVER. IT IS SUCH A RACE. THE RACE AGAINST THE PROJECTION TIME OF THESE INDUSTRIES.
AUTONOMOUS CARS, I NEED STOCKS IN FIVE G. 5G STOCKS MUST BE MINE. IT'S AN EASY KILL. GET IT? TECHNOLOGY MIGHT BE DANGEROUS. DANGEROUS TECHNOLOGY MIGHT BE USED AGAINST YOU ONE DAY. IMAGINE IF YOU INVESTED HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS INTO POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS TECHNOLOGY? POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS AS IN IF IT IS IN THE WRONG HANDS. ALWAYS REMEMBER, UNDERGROUND BUNKERS COST MONEY. THESE ARE TWO NEW INDUSTRIES, I HAD PUT ON THE LIST MENTALLY. THIS MAY BE THE FIRST TIME I AM MENTIONING THEM BOTH. I MAY HAVE MENTIONED FIVE G IN THIS VOLUME. I MAY HAVE ALREADY TOUCHED ON THE NOTE OF TECHNOLOGY POSSIBLY GROWING DANGEROUS. IT WOULD HAPPEN EVEN WITHOUT YOUR MONEY. GOOD REASON TO HAVE THE FUNDS FOR THE UNDERGROUND BUNKER. GOOD REASON TO HAVE FUNDS FOR THE FOREIGN TRIPS ABROAD. GOOD THING TO HAVE THE FUNDS FOR THE NEW HOUSES ABROAD. AFTER THIS CHAPTER, THE PROJECT IS TO RECORD US RESEARCHING FOR COMPANIES IN ALL OF THE INDUSTRIES. THIS WAY, WE ARE MORE PRIVY TO THE ACTUAL PRICES OF THE COMPANIES OFFERED ON THE PLATFORMS, IN THESE PARTICULAR INDUSTRIES.
IT IS A FULL ON RACE OF RESEARCH AND APPLICATION. ONLY CONSTANT APPLICATION OF CONSTANT RESEARCH, WILL GET THIS DONE. THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO HAVE A LIST OF COMPANIES IN EACH INDUSTRY, AVAILABLE ON THE PLATFORMS WE ARE USING TO HOLD THE COMPANY STOCKS. THIS IS MY LINGO. I FEEL FINANCIAL LITERACY, OOZING THRU THE VEINS. I'M ONLY BEGINNING. THANK GOD AND GOD WILLING. I WANTED TO DO A RECORDING, ABOUT IZZY. I WILL, WHILE RESEARCHING THE INDIVIDUAL COMPANIES, WITHIN EACH INDUSTRY. ONCE YOU FIND THE COMPANIES, YOU FIND THEIR COMPETITORS. ONCE YOU FIND THE COMPANIES, YOU FIND THE RELATED INDUSTRIES AS WELL. THIS IS ON MY MIND HEAVY. THIS IS THE ENTIRE HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT. THE LESSON PLANS FOR CREATIVE FINANCIAL LEVERAGING, WOULD BE PRISTINE. THEY WOULD BE CLEAN. IN ALL OF THE STORIES I HAVE DONE, I FEEL REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE. VOLUME ONE OF TWENTY FIVE.
I ONLY WANTED TO EXPLORE MY OWN MIND. I WANTED THE CONFIDENCE IN MY OWN CREATIVE FACULTIES, TO ATTAIN DESTINY. WHAT I AM WORKING ON, IS TOO VALUABLE, FOR A RECKLESSLY GUIDED SOCIAL LIFE TO STEER IT OFF COURSE. I WILL BE LONELY, IF I AM STAYING ON COURSE. IF I STAY ON COURSE LONG ENOUGH, I WON'T BE SO LONELY FOREVER. IF I STILL AM, THEN I WAS FOREVER ON COURSE. I PUT MY PERSONAL YEARNINGS ASIDE FOR YEILDINGS. FEELINGS AND YEILDINGS. YEARNINGS AND EARNINGS. THE LEARNINGS AND THE BURNINGS. BUILDING THE DREAM LIFE FOR MYSELF, HAS LEFT ME WITH NO PERSONAL LIFE. I AM CRAFTING MY TIME. BACK TO AUTONOMOUS CARS NOW. WE NEED TO KNOW WHAT COMPANIES ARE IN EACH INDUSTRY. WE CAN THEN CALCULATE MANY DOLLARS WE NEED FOR ONE HUNDRED TO ONE THOUSAND SHARES IN COMPANY STOCK. I JUST HAD TO ASK MYSELF, WHAT FONT IS THIS? THIS FONT IS EPIC. EPIC FONTS.
THE MORE STOCKS YOU FIND, IN THE INDUSTRY YOU ARE LOOKING IN, THE MORE STOCKS YOU CAN BUY, OF MORE COMPANIES, WITHIN THE INDUSTRY. OBSTACLES WILL COME OUR WAY. IT IS JUST THE UNIVERSE TESTING US. THIS IS WHAT WE WANT TO WORK ON, AFTER THIS CHAPTER, AFTER EATING FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY. WE MIGHT WORK ON CHAPTER TWENTY ONE INSTEAD THOUGH. COME TO THINK ABOUT IT. WE ARE ALMOST DONE. WE STILL HAVE TO SPEND AN HOUR TRIMMING THE AUDIO FILES FOR THE WEEK. THEN SPEND ANOTHER HOUR UPLOADING ONE WEEK'S WORTH OF AUDIO FILES FROM CHADZO. "FROM CHADZO" MEANING THE AMOUNT OF WORK I PUT IN. INPUT OUTPUT. INPUT OUTPUT. IN PUT OUT PUT. PUT OUT PUT IN. PUTIN. RASPUTIN. RASPBERRY FREEZE 50X.
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KLAC KLA. TLRY TILRAY. INFY INFOSYS. CY CYPRESS SEMICONDUCTOR. NH NANT HEALTH. NVEC NVE. CTST CANNTRUST. 180 DEGREE CAPITAL. NAOV NANOVIBRONIX. BRKR BRUKER. ARWR ARROWHEAD PHARMACEUTICALS. CYBR CYBERARK. HACK. ETFMG PRIME CYBER SECURITY ETF. NOC NORTHROP GRUMMAN. RTN RATHEON. CIBR FIRST TRUST NASDAQ CYBERSECURITY ETF. AON AON. FTNT FORTINET. PFPT PROOFPOINT. BAH BOOZ ALLEN HAMILTON. FEYE. CACI CACI. RPD RAPID7. QLYS QUALYS. BOTZ GLOBAL X ROBOTICS AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. NIO NIO $3.75. QD QUDIAN $2.83. ASGN ASGN INCORPORATED. IRBO iSHARES ROBOTICS AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE $26.97. UBOT DIREXION DAILY ROBOTICS, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ROBOT FIRST TRUST EXCHANGE TRADED FUND VI $34.89 KFRC KFORCE $37.00.
KRTX. GNUS $0.29. MU. NSIT. EPD $25.75. PEG. XBI . BIIB. IBB. ZBH. BMRN. ADPT $29.00. LABU $46.42. BLUE. BHVN $48.49. GILD $65.37. TMO. HON. A AGILENT. BDSI $5.25. GLW $26.81. PEAK $35.99. AMRN $18.55. ANPC $10.12. BIO. ITCI $22.41. CRNC $21.35. ANVS $6.45. NTRP $1.14. FEDU $1.23. $100.08 NBIX. ABBV. SYK. LLY. ABT. HCA. VRTX. EKSO BIONICS $0.36. SONVY $49.99. SPY. EEM $42.11. IWM. FXI $39.50. HYG. IVV. EFA $67.48. TLT. LQD. GDX $29.01. GHC. NWN $73.38. COMM $12.22. GPK $15.63. BKNG $1830.55. CRWD. SPCE $16.91. IQV $155.25. HLT. EQH $24.02. CCK CROWN HOLDINGS $74.03.

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TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4TH, 2020
2.4.2020

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: DOLLARS IN CAPITAL

ON THE RIDE HOME A FEW HOURS AGO, I HAD A TERM COME TO ME, "FINANCIAL CONVERSION". THE "FC". TO FINANCIALLY CONVERT, IS TO HAVE A PLAN. TO FINANCIALLY CONVERT, IS TO HAVE A PRODUCT, SERVICE, OR INSTRUMENT. THE FINANCIAL CONVERSION WINS THE GAME. I'VE NEVER BEEN INTO BANKS WHEN IT COMES TO MY OWN MONEY. AT THE SAME TIME, SAVING MONEY WAS AN ISSUE FOR ME. I DIDN'T HAVE A REAL PLAN FOR SAVING. WE NEEDED A SAVINGS PLAN. NOW, WE CAN SEE, WHAT WE ARE DOING IS SAVING OUR CURRENCY IN OTHER CURRENCIES. WE ARE CONVERTING CURRENCY TO SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. WE THROW OUR CURRENCY IN THE EQUITY MARKETS. THE MONEY MARKETS. WE SAVE OUR CURRENCY IN BONDS. BONDS OF ALL KINDS. BONDS OF ALL KINDS FOR OUR DIAPERS AND STROLLERS. I'VE NEVER PURCHASED A DIAPER IN MY LIFE. WE ARE FINANCIALLY CONVERTING THE DOLLARS INTO INTEREST BEARING VEHICLES. AT THIRTY YEARS OLD, IT IS ALL ABOUT INTEREST. WHAT INTERESTS ME? WHAT AM I INTERESTED IN? I AM INTERESTED IN EARNING INTEREST ON MY MONEY. EARNING INTEREST, INTERESTS ME. I FIND INTEREST ON COLLATERAL, INTERESTING. INTERESTING. AGAIN.
I WANT YOU TO BE AS WEALTHY AS I AM WHEN IT'S ALL OVER. ACQUISITION, DISTRIBUTION. DISTRIBUTE IMMEDIATELY, WHAT WAS JUST ACQUIRED. I HAVE THREE TO FIVE PEOPLE, READY TO BE SENT FUNDS FOR THEIR E-TRADE, ROBINHOOD, AND FREEWALLET ACCOUNTS. WHAT THIS MEANS IS, ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS TO EACH PERSON AT A TIME. EACH PERSON PURCHASES THE SAME STOCKS, IN DIFFERENT ORDERS. IN TOTAL, MY EARNINGS WILL GET HUNDREDS OF SHARES AT A TIME, IN DIFFERENT ACCOUNTS, ALONG WITH MINE. SO WHEN I LOOK AT MY OWN HOLDING ACCOUNTS, I'D HAVE TO REMEMBER I ACTUALLY HOLD WAY MORE. THE MAIN REASON YOU HAVE EVERYTHING DISTRIBUTED, IS TO MAKE SURE YOU KNOW YOUR LOVED ONES ARE GOOD FOREVER. YOU PURCHASED HOWEVER MANY SHARES IN TOTAL IN LIFE AS YOU WERE MEANT TO. IT WAS NECESSARY AND SO IT BECAME THE ULTIMATE GAME. I GAVE UP MY PERSONAL LIFE MY ENTIRE TWENTIES. I ISOLATED MYSELF ENOUGH TO UNLOCK MYSELF, TO MYSELF. ANYWAY, I NEED THE MAJORITY OF MY HOLDINGS ATTACHED TO BENEFICIARIES. THE PEOPLE I SEND MONEY TO FOR E-TRADE ARE BENEFICIARIES AS WELL. I WANT IT SET UP LIKE THAT RATHER THAN HAVING A LONG WILL. I WANT TO DROP MY FUNDS IN OTHER'S ACCOUNTS AND THAT IS MY WILL GIFT TO THEM WHEN I'M GONE. UNTIL THEN, WE USE THE MONEY FOR JOINT BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY.
NOW I CAN SEE THE SAVING OF MONEY AS VERY TRULY FUN. I AM OF ZEITGEIST ADDENDUM. AT 18. FRACTIONAL RESERVE SYSTEM ISN'T A NEW TERM TO ME AT ALL. I AM SAVING MY MONEY IN THE STOCK MARKET. I AM SAVING MONEY IN DIGITAL CURRENCY. I AM SAVING MY MONEY IN SAVINGS BONDS. BEARER BONDS. MUTUAL BONDS FUNDS. MUNICIPAL BONDS. CORPORATE BONDS. ZERO-COUPON BOND. SAVINGS. I WAS PERSONALLY WONDERING, WHO THE WINTER SOLSTICE WOULD BE. I WONDERED IF THE WINTER SOLSTICE WAS BIGGER THAN THE SUMMER'S. 2018 SUMMER SOLSTICE WAS A BIG GUY, BUT NEW. I WAS WONDERING WHY THEY DID THAT TO HIM AT THE VERY BEGINNING"? SINCE HE DIED RIPPLE NEVER CAME BACK UP. I SAY THAT TO SAY I STILL DIDN'T SEE THE WINTER SOLSTICE MARK OFF COMING. R.I.P. KOBE BRYANT. KOBE BRYANT DIED ONE MONTH AFTER THE 2019 WINTER SOLSTICE. AT THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SECOND CAREER HE WAS PURSUING. IN THE MIDDLE OF A LEGAL DISPUTE WITH A PHARMA COMPANY OVER THE COPYRIGHT NAME OWNERSHIP OF "THE BLACK MAMBA".
AS LONG AS I CONTINUE TO THROW MONEY EVERY WEEK INTO MY STOCK AND CRYPTO HOLDINGS, I MEET MY GOAL. AS LONG AS I CONTINUE TO THROW MONEY EVERY WEEK INTO OTHER'S STOCK AND CRYPTO HOLDINGS, WE MEET OUR GOALS. I MEET ANOTHER ONE OF MY GOALS AS WELL. IT IS MY GOAL TO BE THAT GUY. I WAS THAT GUY. WHO WAS THAT GUY? THAT GUY WAS CHAD. THE WATCHLIST GROWS LONGER. YOU HAVE THE WATCHLIST HERE. I WILL UPDATE THE PRICES ON NEW PAPER IN HERE, RIGHT BEFORE IT'S DONE, EVERY VOLUME. THUS A TIME TABLE OF THE WATCHLIST. VOLUME TWO IS FOUR SESSIONS AWAY. FOUR WRITING SESSION HOURS AWAY. SOON WE WILL START AN AUDIO VERSION IMPROMPTU. FOR EVERY COMPANY ON THE WATCHLIST, WE NEED THE COMPETING COMPANY NAMES. FOR EVERY INDUSTRY, WE NEED RELATED INDUSTRIES. MANY OF OUR INDUSTRIES ON THE LIST ARE RELATED, WEIRDLY. NOW THERE'S THIS ENTHUSIASM TOWARDS SAVING. I VALUED SPENDING OVER SAVING, WHEN I WAS COMPLETELY FINANCIALLY ILLITERATE. NOW I AM CLOSER TO FINANCIAL LITERACY AT LEAST AND I AM DISGUSTED WITH THE THOUGHT OF AVID CONSUMPTION OF ANYTHING BUT STOCKS. FORGIVE ME. THROWING IN THREE HUNDRED UNITS OF CURRENCY INTO INVESTMENTS WEEKLY. TEN THOUSAND YEARLY INVESTED. SAVED IN DIFFERENT FINANCIAL INSTRUMENTS. PREP REDUCES RISK SO ANY WHO FEARS THE RISK ALSO FEARS THE PREPARATION. I AM PREPARED YET STILL PREPARING TO BE INVOLVED IN MORE PREPARATION.
THIS AFTERNOON, RIGHT BEFORE THE RIDE PICKED ME UP FOR WORK, I PLACED A BUY LIMIT FOR RVBR ON E-TRADE. THAT MEANS AFTER SETTING THE LIMIT TO UNDER WHAT THE PRICE WAS, I REALIZED THE ORDER WOULDN'T TRIGGER. THE AMOUNT OF SHARES IN RVBR I WOULD GET FOR $90 IS 9,000. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS IN RVBR RIGHT NOW IS RIGHT UNDER 50,000 SHARES. EEL. DISGUSTING. I'M GOING TO DO THAT. SPLIT THE FIRST $500 BETWEEN ANYONE ELSE INVOLVED. IT'S NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE. A FEW PEOPLE, ARE COMING WITH ME TO AN EARLY RETIREMENT AND A BILLION DOLLAR NEST EGG. INHERITANCES THROWN AROUND. THE PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT WILL HAVE THEIR PORTFOLIOS, HOW I HAVE MINE. I WILL BE DUPLICATING THE PORTFOLIO. FUNDING THE DUPLICATION OF THE PORTFOLIO. CREATING BILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN CAPITAL FOR ALL INVOLVED.
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TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4TH, 2020
2.4.2020

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: WELL I GUESS I JUST CAN'T CALL IT THEN

I AM BACK IN THE GROOVE WITH MY WRITING. I AM BACK TO PRODUCING ONE PUBLICATION VOLUME PER MONTH. I AM WRITING NEW MATERIAL. I AM WRITING IN A NEW GENRE. THE NON FICTION GENRE. SOMEHOW I AM ADDING ENOUGH CREATIVITY TO THIS, PROJECT AS THE UNDERTAKING. I AM UNDERTAKING THIS PROJECT. I AM PLANNING TO INCLUDE AS MUCH CREATIVITY AND VERSATILITY AS POSSIBLE, INTO THIS PIECE OF ART WORK. THIS IS A CREATIVE WORK OF ART. I AM A CREATIVE. I AM AN ARTIST. I REPRESENT THE ARTIST. MY CREATIVE PORTFOLIO WAS CREATED SOLELY TO PROVE MY ARTISTRY TO MYSELF. I HAVE PROVED MY ARTISTRY TO MYSELF YEARS AGO. I AM DAVID CRICHTON CERTIFIED. NOW WE ARE VANESSA STALLONE CERTIFIED. VANESSA STALLONE AND DAVID CRICHTON ARE TWO DIFFERENT PORTFOLIOS. DAVID CRICHTON WAS CREATED BY 25 YEAR OLD CHAD XZAVIERFILMS. VANESSA STALLONE IS FOR VANESSA HONEY MALONE. I INTRODUCED THE PEN NAME IN 2017 AT 27. AT 30, IN 2020, VANESSA STALLONE IS THE PEN NAME. DAVID CRICHTON WON'T BE ON THE COVER AS AUTHOR, ONLY SUBJECT. VANESSA STALLONE WILL WRITE BOOKS ABOUT DAVID CRICHTON'S PORTFOLIO. VANESSA STALLONE REPRESENTS THE MIND OF THIRTY YEAR OLD CHAD. HERE IS THE CHADFILMS TIMELINE.
12 YEARS OLD IN MIAMI FLORIDA, FIRST SHORT FILM. 6 OR 12 MINS. TOOK TWELVE HOURS TO FILM. ONE DECADE LATER. VALENTINE'S DAY 2012. ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF KEVITV AND SEEXZAVIERFILMS YOUTUBE. 2012 OCTOBER 23RD, VANESSA MALONE WAS MURDERED AT AGE 18. I REACHED MY YOUTUBE GOAL OF 50 VIDEOS. TOOK SIX MONTHS. SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL AND CAMERA, I WAS WRITING SCRIPTS FOR THE FIRST TIME. "IN YOUR DREAMS" IS THE MAIN ONE I REMEMBER AND STILL HAVE. I PUBLISHED A FEW BOOKS, TWO MAYBE THREE BETWEEN 18-20. WHEN I FIRST REALIZED THIS IS WHAT I WANTED TO PURSUE AS A CAREER, MY PASSION. THREE YEARS LATER, 2015, DAVID CRICHTON PORTFOLIO IS STARTED. "THE PHONE GIRL" "CFK" AND "CLEVERLAND AND CLEVER FIELD" WERE WRITTEN. "CLEVERLAND" IS THE FIRST 2016 PUBLICATION. "THE PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH" BOTH PARTS, WERE THE LAST PUBLISHED PROJECTS IN 2016. YOU PUBLISHED EVERYTHING WRITTEN FROM 2015 AND PUBLISHED YOUR FIRST NOVEL NOT RHYMING. THE PREVIOUS STATED NOVELS WERE VERSE NOVELS. 600 PAGES OF RHYME. TWICE. VOLUME THREE OF THE ULTIMATE CRICHTON COLLECTION CONTAINS THE FIRST PROSE. I DID FIND WRITING FROM 2010-2015 AND I ADDED IT IN THE VOLUMES OF TWO AND THREE.
THAT'S A QUICK, ONE PARAGRAPH RUN DOWN OF MY CREATIVE ENDEAVORS IN MY TWENTIES. NOW SINCE I HAVE EXPLORED ALL OF THE DIFFERENT PASSIONS I'VE DISCOVERED FROM WITHIN, DURING MY TWENTIES, I CAN NOW REALIZE I HAVE TO FUND THOSE ENDEAVORS MYSELF. THIS IS WHY I AM DELVING INTO THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF INVESTMENTS, SO HEAD FIRST. I WANT TO GIVE A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO GOD. I WANT TO GIVE GOD ALL OF THE GLORY. I USED THE LONELINESS TO SPARK AN ECONOMICAL REVOLUTION OF MY VERY OWN, POSSIBLY. SINCE I KNOW I MUST LEAVE THE ACQUIRED BILLIONS DISTRIBUTED. HOW MANY FUTURE BILLIONAIRES CAN THE PLAN BE DISTRIBUTED TO? WITH THE PUBLICATION ALONE, FOR PEOPLE I MAY NEVER MEET AND THUS BE ABLE TO HELP THEM IN PERSON ON PURPOSE. SO NOW, ON PURPOSE, I AM HERE FOR YOU. IF I WASN'T A NOBODY THEY MIGHT TRY TO KILL ME SO I AM VERY GLAD TO STILL BE A NOBODY. I'M ACTUALLY SOMEBODY VERY SPECIAL. R.I.P. TO FLIGHT KOBE.
WITH THE ROBINHOOD WATCHLIST INCREASED IN SIZE, THE E-TRADE WATCHLIST MUST BE INCREASED WITH THE SAME SYMBOLS AS WELL AS SYMBOLS NOT FOUND ON ROBINHOOD. WITH THE WATCHLIST BEING AIMED TO CONTAIN ONE HUNDRED COMPANIES, YOU AIM TO THROW IN $100 INTO EACH COMPANY, EACH TIME AROUND, IN EACH ACCOUNT, FOR EACH PERSON YOU ARE WORKING ALONGSIDE WITH. THIS MEANS YOU WILL NOT ONLY HAVE STOCK IN NANO TECHNOLOGY, YOU WILL HAVE VARIOUS COMPANY STOCK FROM WITHIN THE NANO TECHNOLOGY SECTOR AS A WHOLE. WE DIDN'T INVEST IN ONE NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY FOR SOME RANDOM REASON. THE ONLY REASON THE COMPANY IS ON OUR WATCHLIST, IS DUE TO THE FACT IT IS IN FACT, A NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANY. IT IS THE ENTIRE SECTOR WE ARE LOOKING AT. BY LOOKING AT THE ENTIRE SECTOR AS A WHOLE, YOU ARE NOW IN OBSERVATION OF THE RANGE OF THE PRICES IN THE NANO TECHNOLOGY SECTOR OF THE STOCK MARKET. SO YOU CAN SAY, "HEY THE LOWEST NANO COMPANY IS THREE PENNIES AND THE HIGHEST $300". NOW YOU KNOW THE NANO TECHNOLOGY SECTOR IS NOW AT THREE PENNIES TO THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS.
I AM LAUNCHING A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT. THIS PUBLICATION IS MY DOCUMENTATION OF THE SCIENCE PROJECT. THIS SCIENCE PROJECT IS PERTAINING TO CHAD SCIENCE AND CHAD MATH. THIS IS THE PRODUCTION DIARY OF THE SCIENCE PROJECT. THE VARIABLES, THE CONTROLS, THE HYPOTHESIS, THE STATEMENT, THE EXPERIMENT. MAKE AN OBSERVATION. ASK A QUESTION. FORM A HYPOTHESIS, OR TESTABLE EXPLANATION. MAKE A PREDICTION BASED ON THE HYPOTHESIS. TEST THE PREDICTION. USE THE RESULTS IN MAKING NEW HYPOTHESES OR PREDICTIONS. THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD. THANK YOU GOOGLE. ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO, $110 WAS WORTH $1500 PLUS. ONE HUNDRED YEARS FROM FIFTH TEEN YEARS FROM NOW, 2035, 1935 WOULD HAVE SEEN $110 AS REALLY $2000. THAT'S CALLED INFLATION HOME BOY. THE FEDERAL RESERVE ACT WAS SIGNED DURING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY, WHEN THE SENATE WAS ON LEAVE. THE GOLD STANDARD HAS BEEN GONE FOR 100 YEARS, SINCE 2013. THE 100 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF WHAT PRESIDENT WILSON DID TO FIAT CURRENCY, POSSIBLY CREATING FIAT CURRENCY. I MAY DEDICATE A VOLUME OF THIS SERIES TO THE HISTORY OF ALL CURRENCY AND AMERICAN FIAT CURRENCY, TO BETTER GRIP THE REALITY OF WHY I AM SAYING WHAT I AM SAYING.
CERTAIN THINGS I DON'T WANT TO SAY RIGHT NOW, I WILL PUT THEM IN THEIR OWN CHAPTER OR VOLUME GOD WILLING. TRUST ME WHEN I SAY, THE UN INVESTED AMERICAN DOLLAR WILL ALWAYS BE THE BIGGEST LAUGH YOU HAVE TO GIVE. OR TO SHARE. I'M STARTING TO THINK MORE AND MORE NOW ABOUT THE STOCK WATCHLIST FOR IT IS GROWING SO LONG. IN THESE EMERGING MARKETS IS WHERE THE WATCHLIST ORIGINATES FROM. THE WATCHLIST FULL OF EMERGING MARKETS. WE ARE WATCHING THE UNFOLDING OF TECH HISTORY. AT THIS POINT, THE DIRECT HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT FOR THE STOCK HOLDING, IS TO FIND MORE COMPANIES IN THE INDUSTRY. INVEST $100 IN EACH COMPANY, IN YOUR PORTFOLIO AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES AND BUSINESS PARTNERS. REALLY CAPITALIZE ON YOUR INSIGHT. YOU MIGHT JUST MAKE ALL OF THE BILLIONS YOU WERE WANTING TO INVEST IN THE U.C.A. THE UNITED CITIZENS OF AMERICA. VARSITY SAYS I CAN'T CALL IT THAT.

3:37AM EST - 4:38AM EST
FEBRUARY 5TH, 2020
2.5.2020
CANADIAN MOLSON TIMES TWO.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: TON TRAY

THIS PROJECT IS TWO CHAPTERS FROM COMPLETION. VOLUME ONE, "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS." A PERSON OF NUMBERS. HOPEFULLY ONE DAY YOU WILL BE THE PERSON OF NUMBERS. IT IS ALL UP TO YOU HOWEVER. I DID MY PART. DID YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE IT? ARE YOU SEEING IT? AND ARE YOU SEEING IT FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH? IF YOU ARE, YOU ARE GOING TO BE WEALTHY. FILTHY STINKING WEALTHY, YOU ARE GOING TO SEE YOURSELF AS. I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND. WHEN THEY ASK YOU, WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND, CHAD XZAVIER BUFFETT FILMS. BUFFET FILMS. I MAY NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH OF AN IMPACT I MADE. THAT DOESN'T MATTER. I SMOKED BEFORE ALMOST EVERY PAGE, AND GOT IT DONE. I LIVED A BORING ROUTINE BY OTHER'S STANDARDS. THE LIFE I AM CREATING FOR MYSELF, IS STAGGERING. STAGGERING AMOUNTS OF CURRENCY. I AM THE SPIRIT, ON THE MISSION. I FIGHT ON GOD'S ARMY. IF I DIE ON BATTLEFIELD SPIRIT WARFARE, THEN I WILL GO HOME. I FELT OUT OF PLACE HERE. I FELT MEANT TO BE HERE. I WAS OUT OF PLACE. I WAS NOT HOWEVER, OUT OF SYNC.
I HAVE THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. TWO HUNDRED CAN GO INTO INVESTING IN STOCKS AND CRYPTO. MEDICAL HEALTH COMPANIES. IS INFORMATION LIKE THIS, NOT SO COMPILED? VOLUME ONE IS ALMOST OVER. I LOOK FORWARD TO STARTING VOLUME TWO. I AM GRATEFUL I AM UNKNOWN. I AM GRATEFUL, I AM A NOBODY IN THE MEDIA. FAME IS ONLY USEFUL AFTER LIFE. DURING LIFE, PRIVACY. SECRECY. SERENITY. PEACE. BLISS. ANONYMITY. LIVE YOUR LIFE DOING SOMETHING WORTHWHILE AS QUIETLY AS POSSIBLE. DOCUMENT IT ALL. I WANTED TO MAKE FILMS RIGHT? I HAVE 4000 GBS OF RAW FOOTAGE. I CAN MAKE MY FIRST FILMS WITH THIS. I MUST DO THIS. I AM THIRTY. I STARTED AT 20. 21 I HAD A CAMERA. I APPRECIATE GOD FOR EVERY MOMENT. I DIDN'T SPEND MY LIFE PURSUING SEX. I PRAY GOD WILL BLESS ME WITH WHAT I AM AFTER. MY MOTIVATIONS ARE PAINFUL. I'M ACTUALLY MOTIVATED BY A DEEP AND UNRELENTING SENSE OF JUST NOT FEEL APPRECIATED. THUS I STRIVE FOR ENOUGH TO WARRANT APPRECIATION. I HEAR GREAT THINGS. I FEEL GREAT PAIN. HATE TO MENTION IT. IT IS SAFE TO SAY.
THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS MUST GET INVESTED INTO SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD CALLS FOR OBSERVATION. I OBSERVE EMERGING MARKET TRENDS IN THE NASDAQ. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE NASDAQ? I ONLY KNOW THREE THINGS ABOUT THE NASDAQ. THE PRICES GO UP. THE PRICES GO DOWN. IF YOU WENT IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, YOU GET PAID. THAT'S ONLY INCLUDING TRADING. HOLDING IS EASIER MONEY AND LONGER MONEY LONGER TERM. TRADING IS LONG TERM MONEY IN MONTHS. WHEN MASTERED. HAVEN'T MASTERED IT YET, WON'T SPEAK TOO MUCH OF IT. FOR YOU, YOUR FORT MUST BE BUILT IN YOUR HOLDINGS. YOU MUST HOLD YOUR WAY TO A MILLION DOLLARS. I DO NOT HAVE A MILLION DOLLARS. LISTEN. THE MILLION IS THE STEPPING STONE. THE STEPPING STONE TO TEN BILLION DOLLARS. I AM INSANE. I DO NOT HAVE REMORSE ON MY INVESTMENTS. I INVEST WITH NO SHAME. I INVEST FOR MY OWN SAKE. I INVEST FOR MY OWN PEACE OF MIND. PEACE OF MIND IS SACRED TO ME. PERIOD. THREE PERIODS. ONE SEASON. NAH. I WAS SENT HERE ON A MISSION. THIS IS WHAT DROVE ME. IN RETROSPECT.
THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. TWO HUNDRED INVESTED. SENDING IT TO EITHER MY ACCOUNTS, OR OTHER'S ACCOUNTS. BOTH ACTUALLY. REALLY DETERMINING THE OTHER PERSON'S OR PEOPLE'S ACCOUNTS WHOM WILL GET THE FUNDS THIS ROUND. BY INVESTING HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS PER WEEK INTO THE STOCK MARKET, IN EMERGING INDUSTRIES, THE POTENTIAL OF EARNING MILLIONS IN A DECADE IS TOO REACHABLE ACTUALLY. HERE'S A SCARY QUESTION FOR A SQUARE TO ASK. WHEN I SAY SQUARE, I MEAN UNIT. DOES INVESTING IN TEN OR MORE FUTURE ONE HUNDRED AND TEN BILLION DOLLAR INDUSTRIES, CLASSIFY ME AS THE NEW ELITE? IF I EVER BRING THE PAPARAZZI MY WAY, I AM PLAYING STUPID. EVEN IF THEY HAD THIS PUBLICATION, AT THAT MOMENT. PLAIN STUPID. LAUGHS. I WRITE SCRIPTS. I JUST WANTED TO MAKE MOVIES. SYRACUSE HAS A FILM FESTIVAL IN OCTOBER. ENOUGH TIME, MORE THAN, TO GET A ONE HOUR DOCUMENTARY READY. THIRTY YEAR OLD CHAD FILMS MUST GO BACK ON YOUTUBE. EDITING UNRELEASED FOOTAGE. FILMING NEW FOOTAGE AND EDITING INVESTING VIDEOS.
I KEEP ATTEMPTING TO EXPLAIN THE THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS SITUATION. I HAVE TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS. THE DOLLARS ARE READY TO BE INVESTED. I AM GOING TO EXPLOIT MY OWN INSIGHT. MY BROTHER JUSTIN TOLD ME I NEEDED TO EXPLOIT MYSELF. NOW I WILL EXPLOIT MY OWN INSIGHT, INTO THE WORLD OF FINANCIAL INSTRUMENTS. I WILL LEAVE MYSELF, STRANDED, IN THE WORLD OF INVESTMENTS. IT WILL BE UP TO MERIT IF I MAKE IT OUT ALIVE. I THINK ABOUT BUYING BONDS FOR QQ, QUAN AND MALIAH. ATIYANNA. I'VE ONLY SEEN YOU ONCE. YOU'LL NEVER REMEMBER THAT. I COULD SEE FROM YOUR FACE, YOU RECOGNIZED I LOOKED LIKE YOUR DAD. I COULD SEE I LOOKED FAMILIAR YET YOU HAVE NEVER SAW ME BEFORE THEN. I'M JUST GRATEFUL I WAS BORN AND SURVIVED BIRTH. I AM GRATEFUL I SURVIVED CHILDHOOD. I AM GRATEFUL I SURVIVED YOUNG ADULTHOOD. I AM GRATEFUL I SURVIVED ADULT HOOD. I AM GRATEFUL I LIVED TO BE 80 PLUS YEARS OLD. JUST WISHING THOUGHTS HERE PEOPLE. THIS IS NOT A FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY. THIS IS FIVE PARAGRAPHS HOWEVER. FIVE PARAGRAPHS, OF ME, TELLING YOU, FINANCIAL LITERACY IS HOW YOU GET PAID. IF YOU ARE PAID, THEN YOU ARE LAID. UNDER THE SHADE. DOUBLE IN TON TAY. AYE.

2.6.2020
2:45AM EST - 2:36AM EST
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6TH, 2020

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: RED CAT WINE

THREE MORE SESSIONS LEFT AS OF NOW. STILL WONDERING WHAT TO TITLE THE SAGA. THIS VOLUME IS VOLUME ONE. VOLUME ONE IS THE PERSON OF NUMBERS. MAYBE EVERY VOLUME WILL HAVE A VERSE NOVEL SUCCEEDING IT. "WHILE AMERICA SLEPT", MAY BE THE SAGA TITLE. "WHY AMERICA SLEPT", MAY BE THE SAGA TITLE. WE ARE NOT YET SURE WHAT VOLUME TWO WILL COME OUT AS. VOLUME ONE IS NOT YET COMPLETE. ALMOST. HOW WAS IT? HOW IS VOLUME ONE OF WHY OR WHILE AMERICA SLEPT? ALLOW ME TO DISSERTATE WHY, I HAVE THOSE TWO OPTIONS MENTALLY HIGHLIGHTED. "WHY ENGLAND SLEPT", IS A PUBLICATION PUBLISHED BY JOHN F. KENNEDY SR. IN 1940. "WHY ENGLAND SLEPT" IS A REFERENCE TO WINSTON CHURCHILL'S PUBLICATION. "WHILE ENGLAND SLEPT" WAS PUBLISHED IN 1938. IF I TITLE THE SAGA "WHILE ENGLAND SLEPT", IT IS THE SECOND REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL. "WHY AMERICA SLEPT", WOULD BE THE FIRST REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL.
INDENTATION. NEXT VOLUME I MAY RHYME. EVERY OTHER VOLUME MAY BE A VERSE NOVEL. BOTH TITLES WILL BE REFERENCED THRU OUT THIS SAGA. BOTH TITLES WILL HAVE THEIR OWN VOLUME REFERENCED. WE AIM TO SHOW THE CREATIVE VERSATILITY IN THIS SAGA. THIS SAGA WILL SHOW TWO CONCEPTS. I WRITE. I CAN WRITE ECONOMIC STRATEGY. HOLY BUSINESS. MAYBE BUSINESS IS PERSONAL. DO NOT PERSONS ENGAGE IN BUSINESS? OR IS BUSINESS JUST WARFARE? IF BUSINESS IS JUST WARFARE, CONDUCT FINANCIAL LEVERAGING PRIVATELY AND AVOID ALL CASUALTIES. GET PAID. THEN GET LAID IN THE SHADE. AS IN LAYING DOWN IN THE SHADE. LITERALLY. MAKING A BILLION DOLLARS WAS NOT EASY. IT WAS FUN FOR IT WASN'T AN EASY TASK. YET I AM THE MAD MAN. WHAT REALLY MAKES IT FUN, IS MAKING IT EASIER FOR YOU. I MADE BILLIONS. FOR I EARNED IT. I PUT IN MY WHOLE LIFE. I RISKED EVERYTHING. NOW I LAUGH SO HARD, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. IT'S HILARIOUS. HYSTERICAL. A HOOT. ALONG WITH THE RIOT. ZEY CALL IT, PROPERTY TAX. I AM WRITING A BOOK RIGHT NOW. ALMOST DONE. WITH VOLUME ONE. "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS". I AM ANTICIPATING ORDERING COPIES. I TOLD MRS. MARGE, YESTERDAY AT WORK, I WILL SIGN HER A COPY OF THIS, I GIVE TO HER AS A SAMPLE. I HAVE NO LIFE. I ONLY HAVE THE LIFE OF MY DREAMS. NOW MAKE LIFE DREAMY, FOR AS MANY OTHERS, AS MANY OTHER PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE.
INDENTATION. CONDUCT THE HELPING HAND CHALLENGE, WITH YOUR STOCK PICKS AND PORTFOLIOS. CREATE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIOS, JUST FOR THE HELPING HAND TRAVEL DOCUMENTARIES. YOU TRAVEL THE WORLD, HELPING OTHER'S FINANCIALLY, DOCUMENTING IT ALL ON VIDEO AND AUDIO. STASH THE FOOTAGE AWAY. PLAY AS SMART AS YOU CAN. FOR YOU MUST SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO IMPACT REALITY'S FABRIC. OR IMPACT THE FABRICATION, WITH TRUTH. IF YOU GIVE UP YOUR AMBITIONS FOR PLEASURE, FOR YOUR FANTASY WORLD ACQUISITION, YOU LOSE NOTHING. SO GO GAIN EVERYTHING. EVERY-THING? EVERY-THING!
INDENTATION\. PARDON ME, PRESIDENT FORD. DEAR MR. GERALD, WE MADE A CAVE FULL OF BOOTY WITH THE MARKET IN CONJUNCTION. OH YEA. KOOL-AID NEVER TASTED BETTER. RAMEN NOODLES NEVER FELT SO RIGHT. WE COULD EAT LOBSTER. BUT MAYBE LOBSTER IS JUST THE SEA ROACH. OOPS. OOPSEY DAISY. IF I LIGHT THE FIRE TO THE ECONOMICAL REVOLUTION, KEEP THE FIRE LIT. THE FIRE RISES. I GAVE MY LIFE TO RISE THE FIRE. I CAN LIVE WITH THAT. LIVED FOR IT. IZZY. I AM GRATEFUL TO GOD. I GIVE GOD ALL OF THE GLORY. I AM A SOLDIER IN GOD'S ARMY. MAY BE FUTURE GENERAL. FOR NOW I GIVE MY LIFE TO SPECIFIC DESTINY. I MAY NEVER SEE IT. I STILL SLEEP WELL AT NIGHT AND DAY. I CHERISHED MY LIFE. CHERISH YOURS MORE. MORE. MUCH MORE. USE YOUR GIFTS TO ENHANCE THE SPECTRUM OF INTENTIONAL ACTION WITHIN THE REALM. I AM GOING TO PRICE THIS BOOK AT $100. NO ONE WHO READS IT, WILL COMPLAIN THEN. ANYONE WHO READS IT FOR FREE, WILL FEEL OBLIGED. THEY SHOULDN'T. THEY WOULD ACTUALLY KIND OF BE ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS DOWN, IN THE PERFECT WORLD.
2.6.2020
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6TH, 2020
4:33AM EST - 5:15 AM EST

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE:

INDENTATION.
I LOOK FORWARD TO VOLUME TWO.
I WRITE ONE LINE AT A TIME.
I ENJOY LIFE.
I PRAY TO GOD I MAKE HIM PROUD.
I MADE SURE MY FAMILY WAS BETTER THAN BETTER THAN GOOD.
GENERATIONALLY.
I WAS THE RICH UNCLE.
THE FILTHY WEALTHY UNCLE.
THE UNCLE THEY NEVER CALLED UNCLE.
I WAS ALWAYS JUST CHAD.
JUSS CHIZZI.
THIS CHAPTER IS WRITTEN AS A POEM WOULD BE. NOW I WRITE POEMS AS PROSE PARAGRAPHS ARE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW IT WAS RHYMING, UNTIL YOU REALIZED IT WAS RHYMING. THIS IS THE NON FICTION GENRE. ONE GENRE.
BUY THE STOCK.
DISTRIBUTE IT.
BUY OTHER STOCKS.
DISTRIBUTE THEM.
STOCKS IN CERTAIN INDUSTRIES. COMPETING STOCKS IN THE SAME INDUSTRY.
LOVE THYSELF.
PSYCHO TECHNOLOGY.
FROM NOW ON, WE CALL IT P.T. OK? OK. COOL. GOT IT. WE HAVE EQUAL STANDING.
WE EQUALLY STAND.
XMEN THREE.
WHEN I FIRST HEARD OF P.T., I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT REALLY WAS. STILL DON'T FULLY. THIS IS A PERFECT EXAMPLE, OF WHAT THE FUTURE LOOKS LIKE. THE FUTURE IS.
THE FUTURE IS UNFORESEEN BY MOST.
WHOEVER SEES THE FUTURE COMING, ENJOYS REWARDS.
"STEVE JOBS", THE FILM IS ON NETFLIX. "STEVE JOBS". I LOVE IT. I WILL WATCH IT TONIGHT GOD WILLING I REMEMBER.
I AM CHADFILMS.
I AM CHAD HARRIS.
CHAD XZAVIER HARRIS.
CHAD XZAVIER HARRIS, FILMS.
CHAD XZAVIER, FILMS.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TIME I WAS BORN.
IF IT IS CLOSE TO 12:29 PM OR AM, I WOULD LOVE THAT.
GOODNIGHTS.

2:29 AM EST - 3:17AM EST
2.7.2020
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7TH, 2020

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: AND HERE WE GO

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE VOLUME. "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS" IS VOLUME ONE OF "WHY AMERICA SLEPT". VOLUME TWO, I'M NOT SURE OF THE TITLE YET. IT WILL BE A VERSE COLLECTION. "THE PERSON OF NUMBERS VERSED". THE RHYMING VERSION. GO FROM THERE. I LOOK FORWARD TO ORDERING COPIES OF THIS PUBLISHED WORK OF NON FICTION. CAN THIS VOLUME BE CONSIDERED AT LEAST THE INTRODUCTION TO AN ECONOMIC MANIFEST? IF SO, WE GO INTO VOLUME TWO, IN GOOD STANDING. I AM GRATEFUL TO GOD I MADE IT THIS FAR IN LIFE AND IN THE BOOK.
INDENTATION. I JUST SENT $100 TO ISAIAH. I SENT $100 TO JASON. I ASKED THEM TO PURCHASE RIPPLE XRP ON COINBASE. I ASKED THEM TO ENGAGE AN E-TRADE TRANSFER FOR $100 AND I WILL SEND THE MONEY TO THEM BY THE TIME IT CLEARS. THIS WAY, WE CAN HOLD THE CRYPTO INSTANTLY, WHILE THE FUNDS GROW AVAILABLE ON E-TRADE. THESE STOCKS, IN THESE INDUSTRIES, MUST BE PURCHASED IN HEAVY AMOUNTS TOTAL. THIS WILL BRING IN CRYPTO MONEY. THE CRYPTO CURRENCY, MUST BE PURCHASED IN HEAVY AMOUNTS AS WELL. CRYPTO CURRENCY MARKET CAP FOR TRADING IS OVER $3 TRILLION PER DAY. EQUAL TO THE FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING. NNVC. NANO VERICIDES. $9 LAST TIME WE CHECKED, IT WAS THERE IN PRICE. NAOV. NANO VIBRONIX. $2.80. LAST TIME A NANO TECH COMPANY ON OUR WATCHLIST WAS $2, IT WAS NNVC. NNVC IS NOW RANGING FROM $8 TO $18. WOW. DAM. HOOVER. MY BROTHER JUSTIN IS SIGNING UP FOR AN E-TRADE. FINALLY. WAY TO GO BRO. THANK YOU. NAMASTE. NOW I CAN SEND YOU MONEY TO PURCHASE COMPANY STOCK PUBLICLY, IN THE EMERGING TECHNOLOGIES OF THE NEXT TWO CENTURIES.
INDENTATION. EVERY GENERATION WILL GET THIS CHANCE. UP TO THREE TIMES NATURALLY. WITH GUIDANCE, MAYBE FIVE TO SIX TIMES. USE THIS PUBLICATION AS A TOOL FOR THE YOUNG LOVED ONES IN YOUR LIFE, TO BOOST THEIR ECONOMIC ACQUIT AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE. THEN THEY CAN DO THIS BEFORE THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN. IF NOT, BETWEEN 20-25 YEARS OLD. GET THEM STARTED AT SEVEN AND IT'S OVER. WE NEED TO TEACH OUR CHILDREN HOW TO PAY OUR BILLS. THEN THEY CAN PAY THEIR OWN. I WILL WRITE VOLUMES IN THIS SERIES AIMED AT THE YOUTH. THIS IS ONLY VOLUME ONE. WE WILL SAY COMPLEX SAYINGS. WE WILL SAY KINDERGARTEN TALK. THE OFFICIAL 2020 "VANESSA STALLONE" DEBUT IS DONE. YOURLISTEN SEARCH ENGINE. THE WHITE RABBIT MANIFESTO. THE ONLY BOOK WRITTEN IN NEW YORK, THE FIRST FOUR MONTHS BEFORE GOING BACK TO GEORGIA FOR SIX MONTHS. ON FRIDAY AUGUST 10TH, 2018, THE NIGHT I MOVED BACK TO NEW YORK FROM GEORGIA, I GAVE KEVI THE HAND WRITTEN NOTEBOOK. TOMORROW IS KEVI'S 19TH BIRTHDAY. MY OLDEST NIECE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVI. I LOVE YOU. I GAVE THE NOTEBOOK TO KEVI TV. KEVI. I NEVER TYPED THE NOTEBOOK. FIRST THING I DID IN GEORGIA, AFTER RETURNING FROM NEW YORK ON VALENTINE'S DAY WAS TO RECORD THE NOTEBOOK. I WOULD HAVE TO TRANSCRIBE THE AUDIO.
INDENTATION. I AM REALLY EXCITED. I GET TO SHOOT FOR ANOTHER VARIETY OF WRITING IN THIS COLLECTION. THERE WILL BE FICTIONAL VOLUMES IN THIS SERIES. ACTUALLY, THE NON FICTION ASPECT, IS IN ITSELF ANOTHER GENRE WE EXPLORED. WE DID NOT WANT TO EXPLORE NON FICTION. WHEN ECONOMICS, POLITICS, AND/ OR HUMANITARIANISM GREW IMPERATIVE TO US AT 25. FULLY IMPERATIVE. IN FIVE YEARS I HAVE SELF PUBLISHED 600 PAGE VOLUMES. THREE TIMES. FORGIVE ME FOR THE NUMEROLOGY BEHIND THE STATS. IN HINDSIGHT I WOULD HAVE FARED WELL GOING FOR THE 777. I JUST WANT TO REFLECT A MOMENT THAT MY 1800 PAGES INCIDENTALLY REFERENCES SOME REAL BULLSH. I'M HURT BY THIS. I NEED 700 PAGES. WHAT IS THAT IN THE "HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE"? "GOBLET OF FIRE". WRITING ECONOMIC PROSE THE SIZE OF "THE GOBLET OF FIRE". I AM JUST GRATEFUL AND EXCITED ABOUT COMPLETING THIS 700 PAGE PROJECT. THREE PAGES PER DAY IS 1000 PAGES ANNUALLY. I RECORD THREE HOURS IN AUDIO PER DAY, MOST DAYS.
I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR READING VOLUME ONE. VOLUME TWO, THE INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER, IS THE NEXT SESSION.

2.9.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 9TH, 2020
9:12PM EST - 9:50 PM EST

DEDICATION: HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY KEVI FROM KEVITV

THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED TO SHAKEVIA KANIAJAH. MY 19 YEAR OLD NIECE. SHE TURNS 19 TOMORROW. I WANT TO PUBLISH THIS BOOK, ON HER 19TH BIRTHDAY. THIS PROJECT HAS BEEN PROOFREAD. THE PROOFREADING WAS AUDIO RECORDED. HELPS. I AM WRITING THIS PROJECT AND IT WILL HELP MILLIONS OF PEOPLE. I LOVE YOU KEVI. I WANT YOU TO BE ONE OF THEM. IT WOULD BE IRONIC IF YOUR UNCLE WROTE A PLAN, HELPING MILLIONS, AND YOU DIDN'T PARTICIPATE. WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS. I LOVE YOU. I THINK OF YOU WHEN I INVEST IN ASSETS. I HAD THE PRILIVEGE OF WATCHING YOU GROW UP. IF THEY ASKED ME WHAT I DID ALL DAY INSIDE OF MY MIND? THE ANSWER IS KARAOKE. SOMETIMES AT WORK I GET CAUGHT. ENGAGING IN KARAOKE. I TOOK YOUR ADVICE FROM FIVE YEARS AGO. I MAKE MYSELF LAUGH INSIDE OF MY HEAD ALL DAY NOW. IT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL ARENA.
THIS BOOK IS AWESOME KEVI. I JUST FINISHED IT, TWO DAYS AGO. KEVI I LOVE YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I FINISHED THE BOOK, TWO DAYS OR THREE DAYS BEFORE YOUR 19TH BIRTHDAY. SO I JUST SAID I HAD ENOUGH TIME TO EDIT IT BY YOUR BIRTHDAY AND PUBLISH IT WITHIN THE HOUR. I LOVE YOU. I WISH I HAD ECONOMIC GOGGLES TO SEND YOU, SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT I SEE. IF YOU NEVER READ THIS OR APPLY IT AFTER READING, I APPLY IT FOR YOU. THERE ARE TWO TYPES OF LITERACY I KNOW OF. READING WORDS. READING PERCENTAGES. READING THE LETTER. READING THE DOLLAR. IT'S NOT ABOUT SALARY. IT'S EARNING POWER. YOU WON'T GET IT UNTIL YOU GET IT. FINANCIAL LITERACY. AT THE SAME TIME, AS YOU CAN SEE, I BACKED OFF. I LET YOU DO YOU. IT IS WHAT IT IS. I LOVE YOU KEVI. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAKEVIA KANIAJAH. I WROTE A BOOK. RIGHT BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY. HERE'S PART OF YOUR GIFT. I WILL STASH AWAY CRYPTO AND STOCKS FOR YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN. I PUBLISHED THIS BOOK ON YOUR 19TH BIRTHDAY. 46

10:38PM EST -11:35PM EST
CHRISTMAS DAY 2019
WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25TH, 2019
12.25.2019
PERSON OF NUMBERS
CANDARA FONT

THE INTRODUCTION: HORRIBLE MINDSET
WHAT IS A PERSON OF NUMBERS? A PERSON OF LETTERS, IS THE TERM INSPIRING THE TITLE FOR THIS ONE. A MAN OF LETTERS IS ONE WHOM WRITES BOOKS POSSIBLY. SO, CONVERSELY, A MAN OF NUMBERS, THE PERSON OF NUMBERS, IS ONE WHOM POSSIBLY SPONSORS INVESTMENTS. LIFE IS ALL ABOUT INVESTMENTS. YES, WE TOOK IT THERE. HOW MANY GREAT INVESTMENTS CAN YOU MAKE FOR YOUR CHILDREN'S SAKE? YOUR GRANDCHILDREN CAN BE PAID. THEY SHOULD BE PAID. THEY ALSO NEED TO LEARN HOW TO GET IT ON THEIR OWN. THEY NEED TO PAY THEMSELVES. HOW DOES ONE WIN THE RAT RACE??? HOW DO YOU ESCAPE THE RAT RACE MATRIX? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHEN UNCLE SAM COMES SLAMMING FOR YOU? WE HAVE TO HAVE GREAT INVESTMENTS FOR OUR FUTURES, FOR OUR FUTURES TO BE LESS CONCERNING OF AN ISSUE TO US. THERE IS A MINDSET OF INVESTO-PHOBIA. HORRIBLE MINDSET, FOR THE RECORD. WHY BE AFRAID OF RETIREMENT? BREAKING THIS DOWN IN AN EQUATION, RETIREMENT IS SOMETHING HAPPENING YEARS FROM NOW. SO INVESTING IN TECHNOLOGY STOCKS WHILE YOUNG ALLOWS A PREFERRED RETIREMENT FUND TO LIVE ON AND FURTHER GROW. IF RETIREMENT IS LATER, THEN INVESTING IN EMERGING TECHNOLOGIES, WHICH WOULDN'T POP OFF FULLY UNTIL RETIREMENT AGE. WHAT WE WOULD HAVE WISHED IN OUR TWENTIES, SOMEONE TO SAY THESE THINGS TO US THEN? THE LEAST FRIGHTENING WAY OF LOOKING AT THE STOCKS ARE INDUSTRY BUCKETS.
THROW YOUR MONEY INTO THE RIGHT BUCKET, BUCKET PROFITS DOUBLE AND SPLIT. THIS ENTIRE PROJECT WILL DELVE INTO CONSORTED ECONOMIC STRATEGIES. MY WAY OF TELLING YOU I WOULD SWITCH THE CONCEPTS OFTEN SO YOU DON'T SQUIRM AS MUCH. I WILL GET NO BENEFIT IN THE AFTERLIFE FOR LYING TO YOU NOW MY FRIEND, I FEAR. I INTEND TO LEAVE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS IN DOLLARS INVESTED IN THE STOCK MARKET, TO BE LEFT TO DIFFERENT PEOPLE. THESE PUBLICATIONS ARE MERE DIARIES OF WHAT WENT ON WHEN. WHEN IT IS ALL OBVIOUS, THESE PUBLICATIONS WILL BE GIVEN OUT AS CONVERSATION ENDERS. WE LOOK FORWARD TO DISPLAYING THE CONCEPTS FROM OUR MIND ON ECONOMIC BLISS. WE ALL WANT ECONOMIC BLISS. IF I COULD WRITE A LETTER TO MYSELF TEN YEARS AGO, ONE LONG LETTER TO 18YR OLD CHAD. HOWEVER I CAN NOT, I CAN ONLY WRITE LETTERS TO THE CHAD TEN YEARS FROM NOW AND I CAN WRITE LETTERS TO YOU. SO, THESE ARE MY LETTERS TO YOU, MY FRIEND.
LETTERS BUT NOTES. NOTES ON ECONOMIC STRATEGIZING. WHATEVER INVESTMENT ARENA I AM INVESTING IN MYSELF, I WILL INCLUDE NOTES ON THE EXPERIENCES. THESE PUBLICATIONS WILL INCLUDE TRADE ACCOUNT PICTURES. I WILL IMMEDIATELY RESTART YOUTUBING AGAIN, BUT AS A FOREX TRADER'S CHANNEL. I DEFINITELY HAVE TO SAY THANK YOU TO GOD FOR MY LIFE IN WHICH I LOVE SO DEARLY. I WANT THE PUBLICATIONS I WRITE IN MY THIRTIES, DURING THE 2020'S, TO REFLECT A CERTAIN GROWTH. A CERTAIN ECONOMIC GROWTH THE WRITING PHASES SHOW. ON THE CREATIVE SIDE, I WILL BE DELVING INTO COSMIC HORROR TO HONOR THE NEED TO VENT. I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR GIVING THIS PUBLICATION YOUR ATTENTION AND I LOOK FORWARD TO ENTERTAINING YOU WITH THE INFORMATION I WAS PRIVY TO.

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