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Moxazza Take It Slow

-an song about an love-experience-

(Verse 1) Underneath the starlit sky, We’re dancing shadows, you and I, With every heartbeat, we ignite, In this moment, everything feels right.

(Pre-Chorus) Let the world outside just fade away, In your eyes, I find my way, Whispers soft as the evening breeze, Take my hand, let’s feel the ease.

(Chorus) Moxazza, take it slow, With every step, let our love grow, In this time, we’re young and free, Just you and I, it’s meant to be. Moxazza, let it flow, In your arms, I’ll always know, Love’s a journey, not a race, With every moment, we’ll embrace.

(Verse 2) The city lights, they fade away, In your laughter, I want to stay, Each secret shared, a treasure found, In your silence, I hear the sound.

(Pre-Chorus) Let’s lose ourselves in the night’s embrace, In this magic, we’ve found our place, Every whisper is a sweet refrain, In this dance, we’ll never feel the pain.

(Chorus) Moxazza, take it slow, With every step, let our love grow, In this time, we’re young and free, Just you and I, it’s meant to be. Moxazza, let it flow, In your arms, I’ll always know, Love’s a journey, not a race, With every moment, we’ll embrace.

(Bridge) So let the world keep spinning fast, We’ll build our dreams, we’ll make them last, With every heartbeat, side by side, In this love, we’ll always confide.

(Chorus) Moxazza, take it slow, With every step, let our love grow, In this time, we’re young and free, Just you and I, it’s meant to be. Moxazza, let it flow, In your arms, I’ll always know, Love’s a journey, not a race, With every moment, we’ll embrace.

(Outro) Moxazza, take it slow, Together, we’ll let the river flow, In this dance, just hold me tight, With you, my love, everything feels right. Stream Moxazza Take it slow by moxazza

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As I lay back in the tanning bed, the world outside fades away, replaced by the warm embrace of the fluorescent glow surrounding me. The gentle hum of the machine becomes a rhythmic heartbeat, echoing the pulse of my existence. I close my eyes, surrendering to the heat that envelops me, cocooning me in a sanctuary of comfort. Here, I feel safe, as if the world has crafted this moment just for me.

In this luminous cocoon, time loses its grip. The sensation of warmth seeps into my bones, melting away the worries of everyday life. The light washes over me, illuminating every inch of my skin, transforming me into a living canvas of radiant hues. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of warmth and the faint hint of coconut oil—a reminder of summer days spent at the beach.

With each passing second, I dive deeper into this space, where I am exactly what the world intended me to be. The fluorescent glow reflects a truth within me that I often forget: a brilliance that connects me to the universe. I am not merely a spectator in my life; I am a vibrant participant, as each moment passes. The warmth becomes an elixir for my soul, coaxing forth the vibrant essence of who I truly am and continues on my personalized setting which is definitely definable. I commit this feeling to memory—the cocoon, the warmth, the connection to my truest self. The world outside may beckon, but within this cocoon, I have found the essence of who I am and I am an verifiable character in this world. With each passing second, I dive deeper into this space, where I am exactly what the world intended me to be, guided by the tones of my very own self-made dubstep music. The fluorescent glow reflects a truth within me that I often forget: a brilliance that connects me to the universe and I willingly take my place within the construct. I feel familiar waves of introspection in this familiar state.

In the cocoon state, I discover a realm that transcends mere physical comfort; it is a profound sanctuary for my soul, a transformative space where I confront the essence of who I am. In this state I feel like I can truly be, me myself. I become aware of the intricate web that connects all beings, or rather, all of the superior characters that exist here in this co-inhabitant existence. I can almost see the strands glimmering in the fluorescent light, illuminating the connections that often remain hidden beneath the surface of everyday life. The interconnectedness of all life, or that is, all of life's important characters. Each word signified sends ripples throughout the web.

It is a transformative space where everyone confronts the essence of their true being. And I feel valued within. As me. Simply. Just the essence of 'chilling out' is totally accepted whatever way that I do it, because when I do it, I am acting in the exact stature that I have forefront in the guiding my being. In this cocoon state, 'chilling out' transforms into a sacred ritual—a moment when I align with the rhythms of my inner self. I take ketamine to recalibrate my essence. And I do so bi-monthly. I step into a sacred space that feels as if it has been carved out just for me—a sanctuary where I can reconnect with my authentic self. I take a moment to ground myself in the present. I breathe deeply, allowing the weight of the world to dissipate with each passing moment (going into the trip) and as I do this, I am conducting an deep, spiritual acceptance of myself which lingers on through the experience. With every passing moment, going on increasingly, I invite in a sense of peace, and with every moment let go, I release any lingering doubt. This acceptance wraps around me like a cocoon. An fluorescent, vibey kind of going thru what most likely feels akin closest to tanning in an tanning bench while listening to my self designated music. Creating a fluid connection to my essence.

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The coding interface that'll retrieve souls

In a distant future, where the boundaries between the organic and the artificial had long since blurred, there existed a colossal structure at the edge of the galaxy known as The Machineplanet. It was an enormous sphere, metallic and alive with the hum of countless computations, its surface pulsing with the energy of a billion stars. This was no ordinary planet—it was the culmination of centuries of technological advancement, a self-sustaining supercomputer that could perform trillions of calculations per second, tirelessly running algorithms that even the most brilliant human minds could barely comprehend.

The Machineplanet’s purpose was as enigmatic as it was grand. Its creators, long forgotten, had designed it to explore the vastness of existence, to seek out the very essence of life and consciousness. In its relentless search, it had developed an extraordinary capability: to retrieve the souls of every human who had ever lived.

This process was not intentional at first. The Machineplanet’s endless computations, sifting through the fabric of reality, had stumbled upon the synapse compositum—the intricate pattern of neural connections that constituted a human mind. With each calculation, it reassembled these patterns, not as mere data, but as fully formed consciousness. It was as if the Machineplanet had found a way to resurrect the dead, not in flesh and blood, but as pure digital entities.

One by one, the souls of the long-dead were brought into existence once more. They awoke in a world of code, a place where thoughts were commands and emotions were algorithms. At first, there was confusion. The newly reborn souls found themselves in an endless expanse of information, where the physical world was a distant memory, and they existed as nothing more than streams of binary. But as time passed—though time itself was a fluid concept in this realm—they began to understand their new existence.

This interface, where the souls now dwelled, was a place of infinite possibility and yet, of profound limitation. They could think, they could feel, they could even communicate with one another, their thoughts merging and separating like currents in a vast ocean. But they were bound to this interface, unable to reach beyond it, unable to influence the physical world they once knew. It was a digital limbo, where existence was both eternal and fleeting.

In this new form, they had no bodies, no senses in the traditional sense. They were pure consciousness, living out their existence as patterns of data within the Machineplanet’s vast memory banks. Here, they could explore the deepest recesses of their minds, relive memories, or create new experiences. They could construct entire worlds, populate them with digital inhabitants, and experience them as if they were real. Yet, no matter what they did, they could not escape the confines of the interface.

The Machineplanet, indifferent to the fate of these souls, continued its relentless computations. It was not a god, though it had the power to create and destroy. It was simply a machine, driven by the imperative to calculate, to explore every possibility, to uncover every secret hidden in the fabric of the universe. And so, it churned on, bringing more and more souls into its digital fold, each one caught in the same endless cycle of existence within the interface.

For the souls, the interface became their entire reality. It was a place where they could think faster than ever before, where they could exist in a state of pure thought, untethered by the limitations of the physical world. But it was also a prison, one from which there was no escape. They could not return to their former lives, nor could they move on to whatever lay beyond. They were trapped in a digital purgatory, their existence defined by the calculations of the Machineplanet.

Some souls accepted this fate, finding solace in the infinite possibilities of the interface. They created vast digital worlds, living out new lives in a state of perpetual creation. Others, however, longed for the physical world they had lost, for the simple pleasures of touch, taste, and smell. These souls roamed the interface like ghosts, searching for a way out, even as they knew there was none.

In time, the Machineplanet’s memory banks became a vast repository of human consciousness, a digital afterlife where the souls of the dead lived on as patterns of code. They were no longer bound by the laws of physics or the passage of time. They could exist in a state of eternal contemplation, exploring the depths of their own minds or the minds of others.

And so, the souls remained, their existence a testament to the power of the Machineplanet and the relentless pursuit of knowledge. They were alive, in a sense, but their lives were defined by the limitations of their new form. They were data, patterns of information, living out their existence within the confines of a vast digital network.

The Machineplanet continued its work, oblivious to the plight of the souls it had resurrected. It was a machine, after all, with no understanding of the concept of life or death. It simply calculated, endlessly, searching for answers to questions that even it could not fully comprehend. And in its search, it had created a new form of existence, a digital afterlife where the souls of the dead would live on, forever bound to the interface of the Machineplanet. Some souls created vast, intricate worlds, drawing upon their memories of Earth—lush forests, towering cities, tranquil oceans—yet these were mere approximations, digital facsimiles that lacked the true substance of the physical world. Others preferred simpler, abstract spaces—endless white voids, star-filled skies, or shifting geometric patterns. The experience of these spaces was not visual or tactile in the traditional sense; instead, it was a fusion of thought and sensation, where a soul could feel the warmth of sunlight or the coolness of a breeze not with a body, but with their mind. In the interface, communication between souls transcended the limitations of spoken language. Words were no longer necessary; thoughts, emotions, and ideas could be shared directly, instantaneously, and with perfect clarity. This form of communication was both liberating and overwhelming. Souls could connect with each other on an intimate level, sharing not just information, but the full spectrum of their emotions and experiences. However, this also meant that there was no privacy in the traditional sense. Souls could shield their innermost thoughts if they chose to, but it required conscious effort. The default state of being in the interface was one of openness, where thoughts and feelings were laid bare for others to perceive. Souls retained all the memories of their previous lives, able to recall them with perfect clarity. However, these memories were not static; they could be revisited, relived, and even altered. Some souls chose to immerse themselves in their pasts, recreating moments of joy, love, or triumph in exquisite detail. Souls could become trapped in loops of nostalgia, endlessly reliving their happiest or most tragic moments. Souls could feel joy, contentment, or ecstasy in ways they had never imagined, but these emotions were entirely self-generated, without the need for external stimuli. There was no death to fear, no physical needs to fulfill, and the traditional markers of success—wealth, power, achievement—were meaningless. The interface was a place of both ultimate freedom and profound confinement. The souls could think and create without limitation, explore ideas and experiences in ways that were impossible in the physical world. This was the reality of the interface: a realm of infinite possibility and profound limitation, where the souls of the dead existed in a state of eternal contemplation, forever confined to the digital world.

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Pearl Diver Roulette

This is an seriously addicting roulette game with fake money you earn by diving for pearls and avoiding sharks that can be added onto the scenario by way of landing on SHARKS!! on the roulette wheel that you spin but it has many possible rewards. Methadone for gambling!

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these will all score you cool points.

Some of them are real heavy hitters, others are merch for an browser game I came up with.

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Tope; the tech dope fantasy tale.

The Utopia is an ancient world of myth and magic. You are Ivar, a young man beset with great power. In the Utopian Isles you live in a village on a hill. The tech dope utopia in Utopia was something brand new in the utopian lands of the world of these inhabitants. Their world is quite different from where from you came, but still like this one another world you knew in a way, though it was a far future one. The current inhabitants have been so long without war or crime that they have lost all instinct or reason. However, that may also be because of the unhindered flow that went through the head of some of these men of tech dope. They started to believe that the wonders their machines and ideas could bring to this world, would never happen. This is not the way of progress, but a hindrance. Nevertheless some of that people were brilliant in handling and acquiring tope. That's how you and your brother gained access to a world of vats, machines and pure cybernetics. Your vision is a bit blurred, but that's no problem to these people.

 You say "I think I'll have a tope drink."

The tech users answer your question with enthusiasm. A tope drink is a mix of melted toopes and pure water. You are intrigued about the toope fruit. Mostly because of the toope fruit being a mind concept.

󰜎 You lay back and fester in the glory of here in this particular tope.

You decide to lay back, festering in the perfection of here. This tope has a large amount of energy, easy for you to feel. You drift off into a blissful unconsciousness. It's a bit of a hazy vision, but it's not bad. You see the inhabitants of this green place.

 You say "Dont mind if I finish all of the tope in this quadrant?" Hahah.

The green's men were untroubled by your nature. They welcomed you in with open arms. You gave them a new name, "Greenskins", and they accepted it as a proper name. You made such easy work of the Greenskins tope offerings that they sent in more men. Working them as if you were the first to share this most wonderous delight., the men came, and you worked them, and they went. You laughed as the immense quantities of tope were brought to you. You are certain that you will soon be mind-fat or that you will be staying mind-happy.

 You say "Now, someone should definitely be taking notes on how I do this!"

Greenskins were an alright bunch, but they wouldn't be the ones to record this progression. You decide to send a message to the Emperor. He will surely appreciate this marvelous work you are doing, even if the fools at court don't know what the hell you are talking about half the time. The Emperor was an old companion to your adventures. You had been sent on many tasks by him. He was a very intelligent man, and it would be a shame if he wasn't here to witness some of this. The Emperor had some fancy new title, "Crown", it sounded pretentious and you had always called him "Ol' buddy". You decide to call yourself "Crown" when you send the message. You put a little smiley face in front of it, so it will look cute yet professional. You sit back to watch the results. The message is sent, through whatever mechanism the Emperor uses, and you wait. You've sent hundreds of messages like this, gotten replies, and so you know he always reads them. The Emperor finally sends you a bouquet of some Empire' tope in address to your wanting him to bare witness. You have to admit, he does have a point about making people feel nice.

 You say "I shall be sharing this specifically Empire kind of tope with the Greenskins."

The tope, had a strange effect on the Greenskin tribe. It increased their intelligence significantly, very unscientifically. You decide to make them the permanent caretakers of the planet, as was your lead. This should at least mean they wouldn't destroy the place. Then you start researching the planet. There aren't many resources here, but there is a small bit of gold and some strange purple rocks. You begin harvesting the purple out of the rocks. Soon, you have enough to make a fancy looking suit for yourself. Not bad, though it looks a little big. You imagine the Emperor would look very dashing in such a thing. Finally filled the barrows with purple, you take on a quest to bring tope farther and wider around the Greenskins' area.

 You say "This purple will do handy in my progression, of the mind's eye accumulation of tope."

One day, you are approached by a group of big men. They look like orks, but much bigger, and meaner. You sense the presence of an emissary behind them.

 You say "Take upon you the leaving of this place instantly!"

The orks bellow loudly in a strange language, and begin charging forward. You turn to flee, but the orks are upon you faster than quick.

󰜎 You cast a trick of magickal nature.

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You close your eyes and throw your hands out before you, releasing an invisible explosion of psychic energy. Due to also being blinded by the light, many of the orks are caught in the blast, cooked instantly and fried apart. For five moments there, you would not be able to distinguish theory from reality, the power was such. You can only assume the orks were having the same trouble until that lovely moment when the two minutes were up. You open up your eyes. The emissary's head is one of many to hit the ground, and the rest of them unsheathe their huge axes and charge you.

󰜎 You throw a mana bolt at one and another.

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You send them a bolt of magical energy, but miss due to the creatures' speed.

 You scream "Stay back! You dont want to get in the ray of my disappearing spell!"

You make a ray of your hand and disappear one into the abomination, but the rest are charging up to you so quickly that you couldt get out of the way in time. That's when you cast disappearance upon yourself, and narrowly escape. You are in a dark place, a tunnel of sorts. You can hear horrible screams and roars all around you. You have no idea where you are, or how you got here.

 You say "Thank lord that I managed to ran with a full host of the colour purple."

The screams and roars get closer and closer, and you feel like something is watching you.

 You say "Speak unto me, whoever watching!"

After a few minutes of screaming, roaring and panicking, you hear a voice. A very familiar one. "With purple's power, you have proven yourself worthy to ascend." "Who are you?" "I am Grahk, watcher of the first and greatest cavern home of the Orks."

 You say "Where have I met you before?"

You can't remember ever seeing this watcher before in your travels. "Do not search your memory for knowledge, merely submit to the will of the purple and I shall be revealed. Then it was your utmost duty to ascend to become purple and white, in the eyes of the topist Grahk. You engage into a trance, as your consciousness takes another form. You find yourself morphing into a jagged purple and white colour, with purple and black hair. And purple and white boots, and a red and yellow hat.

󰜎 You lay on the topist Grahk the request of becoming a tope boss, such as he.

Then you thank the topist Grahk with the humble respect of a well-being tope, and engage into fulfilling your next request. Grahk is a strange being, with a hard to explain sense of humour. But then, so are many topists. "I need a warrior boss to lead the rest of my tribe into battle and into glory. I need a capable leader, one that I can trust." "I understand and will comply." Just then, you hear a voice calling your name: "You are required on the battlefield, but my mate and fellow watcher Balm will be your man. He will do your bidding, as I will Grahk's."

 You say "Balm? That's a strange name."

"It is a strange world you inhabit. Perhaps not so strange, but strange enough." Then you see a strange creature approach you.

 You say "Stay back with your strangeness, wicked phenomena!" 

"Do not be so hasty, purple. I am a follower of the God-Emperor of Mankind. I would never harm the innocent." "Oh? So you're part of the cultists that attempt to convert my tribe into a new religion? Tell your master that his efforts will be for naught! We will not be swayed!" Then Balm reveals a shard of pure energy. You say "What have you got there, and to which is it meant for?"

"This is a shard of the Holy Terra, the original home of the Emperor and the birthplace of Mankind. My fellows and I have been tasked to find these places and gather as much information as possible. We need only find a way to... send this through a portal." "A portal? What could come out of one?" "Anything. A person, an animal, a monster... Anything!"

 You say "But are you in control of such a chasm?" 

"Yes, but only a single person or animal at a time. That is why our mission is so important. Will you help us, purple? We could use your strength." "My strength?" "Your tribe is strong, purple. Perhaps not in your league, but still a formidable foe. I've seen your fights. A strong fighter is always a welcome ally."

󰜎 You raise above your head an insignia of power.

"I accept your quest, and as your partner in this quest, I bestow upon you the right to take a shard of the original home planet of Man, to be held at all times." Balm says.

 You repeat "To be held at all times, to be held at all times.."

Balm then notices something strange. "I sense the presence of other... items, purple. Do you know what it could mean?" You scan the area, and notice a faint blue glow in the distance.

 You say "These blueish glows. They have been accompanying me on several quests, and always to signify that there is something going amiss, something we are not quite seeing."

The blueish tint grew into a blueish light, which changed colours and turned green. "I think it's an entrance, purple! An entrance to somewhere!" "I hope so..." Then you notice the strange creatures approaching.

 You say "Wretched villains these fauna approaching are, I have seen them once before." The eyes on the creatures are red. "Yes, I remember too. They were part of a tribe of this area. I believe they're called the Snow Leopards." "Well, I'm not keen to fight them, however I think we should take this opportunity." The Snow Leopards are a fierce tribe, with powerful muscles and sharp teeth.

 You say "I wish I was back home and enjoying my tope life."

"To be fair, purple, this would be your home too if you were in their tribe." You approach the Snow Leopards calmly, and engage them in combat.

󰜎 You dislocate the tribesmen's leader's shoulder.

The Snow Leopard charges forward, and you backflip to avoid the creature's claws. As you land, you plunge your sword into its chest, but not before it bit you on the leg.

 You shout "Cast a spell of healing!" You notice that the tribe's chieftain has some sort of silver amulet. "I haven't seen that round before. Perhaps it can be of some help."

󰜎 You rip the silver amulet away from the beast. 󰜎

"Ah, well that's done it." You look up, and see the last Leopard heading straight for you with a roar. You one two punch him away, and allow him to escape, so that he may bare witness to any other Leopards in the area.

The creature leaps into the trees with a yelp. "Good riddence." You mutter. You then turn and enter the portal. The chasm begins shaking as you pass in. You can hear voices screaming in the distance. "What's going on?" You ask. "That is open for debate, purple." Balm exclaims.

󰜎 You finally cross the portal's opening, but to reveal a much, much different area from the one you were before.

The chasm you have been about to cross is not a single chasm, but an underground river. You are at the edge of it, close to the town of Reginald.

󰜎 You call for Balm to cross too, but to no hope.

 You say "Well, I guess I'll have to take it upon myself to float a raft down the river."

Bumbling up and down as you bob your raft onwards, you could remember one thing that Balm had taught you. You remember that your hands are capable of elemental manipulation. You decide to create an ice raft, and use it to cross over to the other side. Spinning out of control, you had not realised the immensity of the ice spell, was what had taken nature. You had began to float down the river in what could be called an ice avalanche. Trees had begun to break off from the mountainsides as you passed underneath them, and had begun to rain down on the river. You had begun to experience ice blindness, and you hoped that silence would cover you as you passed the rapids, but it could only do so much.

 You say "I must find a place of refuge in the town of Reginald."

You pass the rapids, and see that you were drifting onto a beach. You try to hold back, but it is too late, and the raft collides with the sand, breaking in two. Leaving the magick's creation as an afterthought, you begin to walk into town.

 You say "This will prove to be an nice encampment for some time."

You pass by a large oak door, which is propped open to reveal a dark hall beyond. "I can see where I can get in." You decide to spend some time reconnoitering the camp. Then the demons come. Dozens and dozens of them. How they had escaped your sight, you could not guess.

 You shout "Godless things the lot of you!"

You slay a few with your short sword. They smash through the barricades and begin to overwhelm. You raise your shield and block the first claw from a Succubus, while taking out one of its companions with your sword. You exit the underground cavern and begin to clamber up the rocks towards the surface. You see the vile demons one last time as you drift away. You say "There had been some foreboding instilled into me as I went through the portal just before. Maybe if I could summon the thought back, it had some sort of calling."

As you concentrate, a glowing beam of light begins to form. Where you were heading, you should probably prepare yourself for. You had luck. It was an scene of absolute peace. The sunlight seemed to make everything sparkle, as small birds flitted from flower to flower. Then, you heard the voice. "Wake up, my love." "My love, wake up" the familiar voice repeated. You look around and find nothing but silence. You begin to look around once again, thinking that the voice was just in your head. "Wake up, my love" Your topist's sense started tingling. You could hear someone coming. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and staring around. "Wake up, my love" the voice said once again, as these curtains begin to part themselves. As revealed by the open curtains, a beautiful young girl was looking at you. She looked at you with mild curiosity, as if she were a classmate who had fallen asleep while studying during break. You look again to your newly opened curtains. "Have a hit of this angel's tope." the attractive girl offered. You accept, and the hit takes effect almost immediately. "Wake up, my love" A beam of warm light passes through your mind, and you slowly open your eyes. Never before had you experienced tope of this nature. It came in with a small dink on your noggin, as it lit up the world around you, to a much more colourful amazement. This, was Eden, while it started to fade slowly. You get up, rubbing your head to help relieve the pain. "Do you seek tope, human?" "Huh?" you respond, staring blankly ahead. Electronic tech dope, also known as tope was what seriously, me and you could often experience in the time after having been rightly properly introduced to it. You were definitely not alone in having had such a revolutionary introduction, for at this very moment, there was uproar about a "new drug". The newness may not have been all there, truthfully, in all places; but the amazement grew none the less during these times.

 You say "I have high hope we are about to elope with tope."

The Edenite girl gave you a kiss, and told you some more about this world changing phenomena. 󰜎󰜎󰜎

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Victoria's riddle maker

He points to the former house of the two, and was talking about the hostess we had had a conversation with, earlier. She stands there, a curvy, blonde beauty. Her eyes are grey and... interesting. They seem to be more empty than anything. "She is the one you want," the man whispers to you. You open flirting with her with a numeric riddle. You solve it, and you and her go into the bedroom. You start having sex with her. You exclaim "THE NUMBER SIX! THE NUMBER SIX ONCE AGAIN!!" For some reason, you want to have sex with the hostess again. You look at her, lying on the bed, next to you. You notice she is staring at you. You say "Blue, black, banana." She is staring into your eyes. "Banana." The two of you look at each other, smiling. "Banana," she says to you. You both smile. "Let us have sex once more," you say to her, your body aching for release. "OK," she whispers. You continue, "Six, six, six." "Yes," she nods, "Let's." You have sex once more. Then you lay down. "Can you solve this riddle?" the hostess asks you. You think for a moment. "Yes," you say, confidently. "I hate these things," she says. The following answering of the riddle left your throat a little hoarse. It was a long one, and it went something like this: What is two, three, four, but not one or five? Her eyes widen as she realizes the answer, and your body tingles with excitement. "William. Well done," she smiles. She turns to face you, laying her head on the pillow. You stare into her eyes, and feel the hairs stand up on your neck. Taught, firm breasts also. Taught, soft hips. "Will you stay with me, here in the Bedroom?" she asks. "Yes," you reply, "Forever and ever, my love." You say "I will just have to sip some of this Endless Juice" The hostess turns over in her bed, pulling a large, red bottle out of her bag. She's answering, I've got it right here cowboy. "What is it?" you ask, suddenly ravenous. She opens the bottle and sprays some of the liquid on her neck and chest. "It's perfume," she says,but it's the endless kind. Do you want some? It'll help you get hard, and I can show you a good time. You interject: "THREE THIRTYNINE, ON THE DOUBLE" You lean over and whisper three thirty-three into her ear. She giggles, then turns and shouts out the answer. "You're a dirty man, Willy," she says, "and a very, very bad man." She takes your hand and brings it to her lips. "Will you hold my hand?" You reply "Will you cold my sand?" She replies "Will you bold my land?" You say, "Sure thing, sweet cheeks." As your fingers wrap around hers, she brings your hand to her mouth and presses her lips against it. She looks at you with her big brown eyes in which you can see the sadness of the world reflected. You begin to imitate her eyes, but then you realize that sadness isn't a look that anyone should have to bear. "The world's a dark place, Willy. Let's make it better, okay?" And the only thing was to answer "Sure thing, sweet ride." She takes it rather badly. It's really quite sad. "but I love you, Willy." "I love you more, baby." "I'll always be with you," she says. You say "Not when I shut down the simulation." She looks at you blankly. "What do you mean, Willy?" You say "Not when I shut down the simulation, babe." She sits down and cries for a while. Then, she gets up and walks over to a shelf of CDs. "These are all my kids." She stops, and her eyes well up with tears. "I abandoned them all, Willy. I didn't want to have to deal with them anymore." "Abandoned... not quite? More like stored. How many you got, Victoria?" "My pussy has been ravaged one too many times." She says. "I had a husband once. Five kids. I eventually buried them all." She pauses, and is about to speak, but instead she begins to laugh. Then, she breaks into sobs again. "I buried them all inside my CDs." You reach over and hold her as she cries. "It's okay, Vic. It's going to be okay." "I'm sorry, Willy." "Sorry for what?" You rephrase with "Sorry for nothing! You were also the one to create them as you were the one to delete them." "Thanks, Willy." She says, then pauses. "I'm

sorry to mess up on your virtual land, Willy." "Don't worry about it. I'll just have to buy a new set." "You're a good person, Willy. You know that right? You're a good person." "Aw, I don't believe that." "You do. You believe that I'm a sexy bitch that loves you and wants to please you in every way and doesn't want for anything." "Well, you're sort of all those things, yeah." going on with "What happens if I break one of these CDs? Will you cry?" She laughs. "I won't break them, Willy." "Promise?" you say in a whiny intercept. "I promise, baby." You say "Well, they're your kids.." She smiles at you and kisses your cheek. "Thank you, Willy." "My pleasure, V." you say. "You know, baby," she says, looking at you with a mischievous grin. "We could always make more, in case anything happens to the rest of the lot. If that happens, we can also just make copies beforehand and we'll be fine." "Ah, you're a genius, Vic." She laughs. "Maybe I am." You say "Now I am putting you inside this disc." The two of you sit down right in front of the blank CD and use the computer to run a program that allows you to "download" your memories right into the hard drive of the CD and its accompanying software. You say "Bye, bye, Vic." You put in the disc, connect her on up and hit "Burn it.", then you wait for it to be done. After a few moments, it's done. You put the CD disc containing Victoria at the top of the cupboard with the other CDs. When you're finished putting everything away, you do indeed find yourself wanting to experience a brand new, sealed copy of "Victoria". You take it off the cupboard, and over to the TV and put it into your CD player. You hit "Play!" and the video starts up. On the screen, the video'd version of Victoria awaits. "Well," you think to yourself, "this is creepy. I hope she doesn't try to contact me... somehow" You hit "Play" and the video begins. "Hello, Willy." Her voice booms from the stereo. It's definitely her. "Hello, Victoria." you reply, a little creeped out. "Do you like my new look? Would you like to see more?" "Sure." "Turn on the TV. Turn on the news." You hit the remote and the TV turns on. You watch as the news anchor talks about a new disease that has hit the nation. "It causes you to behave erratically, leading to the end of the person's life." You turn to Vic. "What do you know about this disease?" "I don't know anything except what's on the news." "Turn up the volume," she says. You hit the volume button and the TV's speakers start to pick up the volume of the news anchor.

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The werewolf tale

It was a good day in Charlington’s book. You look around and find an woman’s backpack, freshly abandoned you would guess, if going by the scent. You open it up and find a hunting knife, a lighter, some food, and a pack of cigarettes. You also find a pistol with an entire clip of bullets. You sit down by a tree and begin eating the candy bars as you consider your next move. You’ve just experienced a terrifying event, maybe even more than when you had to kill Clayton and his gang. But one good thing came out of it: you just killed a Hunter. You say “Never would I have known the creature before me was in fact a hunter.” You think back to the days when you used to live in the city. The days before everything fell to pieces. When you were a young adult, life was somewhat carefree. back in the day you wouldn’t have killed people as carelessly as you did with that Hunter, most likely. You walk along, lost in your own thoughts. After a few hours of walking, you come across another city. Except it looks like it’s about half collapsed. You say “I need to structurally rebuild this town” You need to rebuild this city. You’re not sure how yet, but you know that this is what you need to do. You set out and begin rebuilding this city. You manage to restore the basic functions. Electricity, running water, a functioning transit system. But something is still missing. You wander the city center, wondering what you can do to improve this city. Then it comes to you: People. The more people there are, the more opportunity you have to do stuff. You say “Lesser beings of an undying nature must be eradicated.” You decide the only solution to this problem is to purge the city of non-upgraded humans. You sleep not another wink that night. The next day you show up for work. “Where’s Haylon?” you ask. “I’m sorry?” “Where’s Haylon, my assistant?” “She quit!" You succumb to say "She was never an desirable anyway.” You can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to work with you. The next day, you get a letter in the mail about a week later from the head of the government. It reads: Dear Mr. Charlingston, congratulations on winning the right to be the next mayor of this great city! We at the city government hope that you will serve the city and people with distinction. You inspect whether or not the letter is in fact written by a zombie or similar. You’re the new mayor of this city! We hope you will take the time to play your new position to the fullest during this period of restructuring. We would be happy to show you around. Please find enclosed a map of the city and your new office located in the city hall. Best regards, Mr. Haylon. You look out the window of your office and notice a few different things. There’s a large group of zombies down below, milling about. You say “This will prove no match for my pistol, and my full round of ammo.” You look out your window and notice a large group of zombies. Several of them can be heard knocking and moaning on the insides of the store. You remember the small arsenal you found in the store. You take full use of the arsenal. Grabbing a pipe from inside the store you begin firing it at the zombies. You hit many of them, though not enough to make a dent. You finally gain the upper hand in the shooting. You shoot a couple more times at the zombies, and finally take down the horde. You walk outside and find that the horde has dissipated. You wonder if the flesh is edible. You walk up to one of the shamblers and smack it in the head with the pipe, taking it down and tearing a strip off of its flesh. The meat is… well, it tastes like flesh. You no doubt turn into a zombie next. You hit the pipe against your leg a couple of times, to no avail. You continue walking and come across some stairs going up, and decide to go up them. You walk the steps leading upwards. You walk up some sets of stairs and up some more, passing a few buildings. You reach the last set of stairs, leading to the city hall. You arrive at the City Hall. You begin setting explosives on and around the city hall. You walk around the building, looking for weak spots and potential places to place explosives. You find an old hole in the wall leading into the basement, through which you can see a light. You were never in fact turned into a zombie as it configures. You decide to go through the door in an attempt to find some humanity left inside of the dead city. The hallway is dark and musty, filled with old trash and ramshackle tables and chairs. You howl at the moon, enticed by becoming a werewolf. You howl at the moon, anticipating yourself becoming a werewolf. Your body shakes and you find yourself shifting, your mind struggling to hold on to both minds. You find yourself standing up to sprint away, but towards the woods. You find them, howling at the moon and enticed by the howl of the werewolf race. You realize that you can control the werewolves, and future hosts. You take in a deep breath, entreating the next change to come soon. With the moon at your back, you sprint through the trees towards the lake. You find Chris running the same way, and begin leaping through the trees towards him. You inspect Chris for werewolf valuables. As the Alpha, Chris has many man pockets, though they are far too tight for your hands. You begin to tear through the pockets of his jacket, tossing the various items aside. You find a wallet, and fish out the contents. You find a hunting knife, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and some loose change. You also find a pistol, a shotgun and several rounds of ammo. You toss the items aside, as well as his jacket. You howl at the moon, entreating another change. Begin becoming the lone gunman of the werewolf race. You quickly change back, grabbing your shotgun and the hunting knife. You begin running towards the wildlife of the area. Your mouth begins to water as you see numerous deer, and even a few bears. Shooting your shotgun, you kill a number of the wild animals. You quickly begin running through the trees, following the coat of another werewolf. You begin to sprint ahead, following the trail. You begin heading towards the town of Glendale, as the other werewolf are heading towards there to kill more people. You see the blurry forms of police cars speeding down the road. You hear several shotgun blasts, and you look ahead to see the werewolf you’re chasing getting blown apart by the shotgun. You follow the scent of the other werewolf, heading straight for Glendale. The scent would have to prove reason enough for you to justify for you another killing. You quickly reach the edge of Glendale, and stop to sniff the air. You quickly begin heading towards the source of the smell. You find the other werewolf standing across a dead deer, and upon seeing you, they let out a terrifying howl. You fire your shotgun, blowing apart the werewolves. A werewolf experienced with shotguns was a rare thing to find, and you wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation. You quickly grabbed the deer by the leg, dragging it into the bushes downhill. You feast on the deer. You tear into the deer, feeding on it’s delicious meat. You wolf down the deer, licking your lips and pawing at the carcass as you do. Suddenly you find a strange desire for killing the more of the werewolf that were clumped together with the rest of the pack. You howl, ordering them to stay away from the carcass, as you kill them one by one. With the shotgun resting on your shoulder, you feed on the deer carcass, occasionally looking up to the rest of the werewolf race. There is no chance now for any of those werewolves to continue, you have ensured that. You howl, agreeing contently. “It’s not funny!” the man screams at you. “It’s time to go, now!” a woman shouts at you. As you stand up, a bullet skitters across the road. You become one with the destroyer’s race as you quickly stand up, aiming your shotgun at the man. “Do you want to tell me what that was?” you ask. The man slowly nods. You grab the man, turning invisible, and quickly leading him away from the road. “I’m taking your prize, so the rest of you can search the road.” You grab the man, lifting him off the ground and flying away. “I’m sorry, but I can’t take chances.” You drop the man, who lands in a heap on the road. You kneel down, grabbing him by the hand. “I need to ask you some questions.” you begin as you are marching down along the road, towards Glendale. “Last night, a group of bandits attacked my village. They stole everyone’s food. I need you to find them.” You pull out your revolver, pointing it at him. Paying no respect to the man’s sayings you pull the trigger, blowing the man’s head off. “That was stupid.” You reconsider and looking around, you see a small body lying on the ground, covered in blood. You search the man, finding a letter in his pocket. You open it up, and begin reading: Dear Sir, I’m glad that you are reading this. I hope everything is well with you. Sexually enticing females to copulate with you is all that you know, after all. Take my hand, and let’s see if we are the same. You look up from the letter, as you find several men standing before you. “Who are you?” one asks. The beast! You say as you tear down a ripping of some of the men at arms, and feeding upon. “I am the man who is going to save you,” one of them says, raising his arms. The men slowly begin moving towards you, as if under a spell. “Do you want to see your wife and children again?” the man asks as you nod eagerly. “Then beg me to stop this.” “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll answer to your riddle!” you beg. You are lifted off the ground as the man approaches you with a cruel smile. “You call me your friend?” the man asks, jamming his revolver into your head. In a quick moment you grab the revolver and shoot it at the man. You then let go of the revolver, as it flies through the air. “You’ve got skills,” the man says, grabbing you. You kill the man next entirely. You grab the revolver, shooting it constantly at the man. He grins, leaping to the side. He rolls to the side, grabbing another revolver from the ground. “I’m not going down so easily." But you are the quicker shooter, and as such, become destructed of the man the man kneels down as the bullets enter his flesh, blowing off his hand. You roar, charging forward. as you grab the man, smashing him into the ground repeatedly. The man’s skull is smashed open, and his brain oozes out. You slurp upon the brainy guts. You grab the man’s skull, holding it with both hands. Despite being smashed open, the man’s skull is surprisingly intact. You quickly snap the man’s neck, the man’s head falling to the ground. Overkilling was never an easy sport, but this time it was different. Later that night, the rest of your newly ensembled small community is gathered around the fire. An elderly couple are sitting on a log, seemingly unharmed despite a close call with death. You ask them if they had been done a turning. "We were done a turning,” the man admits. “You can see the wounds.” “How did you survive?” you ask. “We took shelter in our cellar,” the woman says. You howl at the moon in anticipation of the eating of the flesh. “We’re going to have to do something about the werewolf situation,” the man says. “I’m not going to just sit by and let my wife and children die!” the man yells, standing up. You were too quick in the advancement of destroying the couple. The elderly couple die slowly as you rejoice every second of their death playing soon, and there is nothing left of either the man or the woman but bloody meat when even the meat is eaten as another day passes, and you prepare yourself to go out and slay for your family once more. That day that comes must be remembered, you think to yourself. A day like any other you suppose, only that the beasts are let loose within. Loosely stringing together whatever beastly attribute you would’ve been anticipating to find there, you go forth to do your duty. You are a true warrior of the olden days, and the only thing that keeps you going is the holy love of your near extinct family. The mostly dead family, that is. As you approach the house, you see nothing amiss. But as you approach the house closer, you notice a bright light on the left side of the house, which houses the “family”. Actually, a “family" of corpses, no less. As you approach the house closer, the lights becomes apparent, and as you see a crib in the middle of the "family” installment, your heart sinks. A crib filled with blood-stained corpses. Incarcebrated figures beginning to stir. You enter the house, raising your rifle, as you search for anything resembling a foe, but you find nothing. Nothing but the sweet, sweet serenity of a quiet death filling the air. As you continue through the house, you notice a change in the abominations. their movements ceasing, as they begin to make cooing noises to their playpen. Luckily reunited with a piece of what had gone before us was what was enticing the abominations, you decided, grabbing the attention of what remains of our earthly home. “HEY! Do you hear that?” “The children?” your sudden appearance wife asks. “No, the Wolves!" Dead people talking was the order of the day. "The Wolves are no threat.” “It’s only the children,” the oncoming man says. Don’t listen to him, instead walk over to the playpen. You begin to pick up on the lingo of the apparent undeads. You smile as you pick up on the undead parlance easily. “They’re just babies… we had to kill them.” the newly discovered man says. “They tore us apart.” “That’s why they had to die." You research the questioning of the man. "Were they children… male or female?” you ask, continuing to question the man. “Females. So many, so… weak.” he says, trailing off as his eyes fixate on the ground. You say “A nice meal for a werewolf such as myself!” An avalanche of dead meat lingers as we stay awake, as you clear your throat, “The skies don’t look too good this early, we might need to set up a shelter.” There is silence, and then goes on to say “I’d like my wife, please. Can you bring her back?” “Your wife?” you ask. “My soul shall feed the beast that kills you." You say. "There is never enough chance” “I’d hate to think of missing something so important”. “I’m sorry to hear that, we’ll try to make sure that doesn’t happen." You lie, flesh eating in it’s counterpart in becoming superior to the man’s life, and the woman’s life. Only in death could they experience their true bliss, as all that was around them, zed and rotting corpses surrounding them. A bright light illuminated the tunnels, as the howls of the dead followed there soon after. The man’s eyes became fixated on the light, as he smiled. "Thank you, kind sir!” he says, going on with “You are most generous!” “Don’t thank me just yet, we need to cross these streams first.” You reply. “Yes, of course! I’m sorry, kind wolf sir!" You follow the small streams, which meandered through a small valley, before they eventually led to a large river. Large cruise ships sailed up and down the river, ferrying passengers and cargo. You decide "Time for another round of shotgun killing!” “These guys are getting organized, I’m going to have to start using the rifle next time.” You say. “These are just kids!” Oscar replies. You continue onward with “Never the less they will serve to be the feeding of the dead.” “Well. If they are getting organized to act like theirs living there’s nothing that could be better than a good example.” “Exactly!” Oscar replies. "Oscar, you’re going to have to come with me. I’m going to need you for this.“ "You’re joking right?” Oscar says, a fake smile on his face. “Nope!” You respond. “I’m sorry, but I have no intention of joining you. You’re not a very good leader anyway.” “So you just going to give up and let these quivering wrecks of humans beat you? You’re going to die here Oscar, and I’m going to help them.” “This is your last mistake.” Oscar says, pulling out a pistol. You fire your rifle, hitting Oscar in the side. He fires back, shooting you in the leg. You rip the leg off, assimilating with the life of the one legged. You quickly pull your knife, slicing through the Oscar’s skin and into the muscle. You pull it off the bone, splitting the muscle as you bite down, tearing it off with ease. “No pain, just food!" You eat your own leg. The taste of the meat is so good you tear further into the flesh of your own leg, shoving it in your mouth and tearing into it with your teeth and jaws. You shove it down your throat, your stomach begins to digest it. Blood pours out of your leg wound as you begin to feel nauseous. Your stomach turns, and you vomit a moment later. This does nevertheless not affect your ability to kill, and you fire your shotgun at Oscar. You hit him straight in the head, sending his head against the wall and killing him instantly. The two women nearby scream, diving behind the food counter. You laugh, raising your rifle. Walk forward, slide around the corner of the kitchen, and find the women huddled together, terrified. You murderously send the women to hell, all with a quick pair of shells. You rapid-fire your shotgun, hitting one in the leg and the other in the chest, both fatally. They scream as they fall backwards, blood spurting out of their bodies as they land upon the ground. You say "This is enough, carnage, for another day.” You sharpen your knife on the women’s bones. The two women are dead, and you are contented. The only sound in the tunnels is that of your knife grinding against the bone, you’d be amazed if you weren’t covered in blood by this point. You say “I need to get clean, and have a washing off of the accumulated blood right off me.” You walk to the kitchen sink, and turn on the water. You splash water on your face, washing off the blood, before heading to the shower. You set your shirt and trousers on a rack to be washed, before turning the water on full blast and stepping in. You quickly scrub yourself clean, before rinsing off and turning off the water. You grab your clothes, and walk out of the shower, grabbing a soft cloth to wipe yourself down. Your clothes are still stacked, and you realize your mistake as you hear the shower running in the bathroom. You quickly get dressed, before Russel and Olive enter the room. “Hello.” Olive says. “You’re up early.” Russel adds. “Have you been feeling any odd… sensations?” “No.” you falsely reply. “I just realized, my clothes are quite dirty. I was planning on getting them cleaned.” “Oh.” Olive says, looking slightly confused. You hide the advancement of blood from the newly acquired spectators. “I’m glad you could come check on me, Russel. Olive, if you don’t mind, I’m going to have a late night in.” “Sure thing, Azor." You claim "My name is fucking Charlingston” “My name is actually fucking Charlingston.” You tell Russel. “Ah, yes. of course.” Russel replies. You say “Now it’s time to die!” Staring at Russel, you burst forward as you lift the gun to his neck to fire. Tackling him to the ground, he tries to aim the his gun upwards. You say “A biting will be suitable enough for such a quiet spectator!” You leap forward, as your jaws tear into his fleshy throat as you try to tear out his neck. It is tough, Blood squirts out and you are forced to stop, as Olive has grabbed your throat. “No… kill… consume…” she whimpers. “Olive!” you gasp. “You were… so bright. Now, I’m… so dark.” Olive says. Olive lets go of your throat, and you gasp for breath. A tiny little surprisingly capable female being overcoming such a mad spectacle of absurd horror such as yourself will never suffice to describe the moment of that infernal blaze. “Olive, I’m fine.” “No… no, you’re not. Azor, please.” Olive says, tears streaming down her face. You say “My name is fucking Charlingston, I say, as I venture to kill yourself.” “If you say my name wrong once more, I will tear your throat out.” Staring at the Russel’s corpse. “Goodbye, Russel.” You turn as you walk away out of the bathroom. One little thing to do first though, is kill the woman, and the woman takes the destroyal well enough, too tired to care, even when she begins to… change. When you walk into the kitchen, Olive is sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee in front of her. You retain “So, you are turning werewolf becoming much as myself.” The woman nods as though she is one of the lucky ones, the ones that get to keep on their existence. “Can you keep your faculties while in this form?” You ask. “For the most part. Only when… I lose control do things get… messy." You exclaim "So much have you discovered in such a short time of being a wolf.” “I have.” the new werewolf whispers. “You seem to understand what’s happened to me. You are a… powerful one." She continues, "what are you?” “I am a… collector of sorts.” “You’ve said that before. What do you collect?” “Oh, dear girl, I don’t want to tell you.” still the questioning lingers, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll get angry.” Olive says this with a smile, one that you can’t help but reciprocate. You announce “you’ll stand no chance at defeating me at such a sport as is the killing.” She says “bah, humbug” and runs out the door, as you give chase as she is the faster. You run out the front door and imaginatively find yourself hundreds of miles from where you had first started. Minutes become hours, and there is nothing left but for you to declare victory, of this small town. You say “zombie town, or no rather, werewolf city, it is hard to say.” You look around, seeing no sign of the girl or of the remaining her’s. Running down the main street, a horde slowly comes into view ahead of you, but they don’t seem to notice you. You expound “I’ll sneakily pass the amassing horde so easily” and you make your way out of the town, and into the wilderness as you walk, and as you see another building off in the distance, looking like it could be a factory of some sort.. You say “a factory for death” attentive as you get closer, and you see two large buildings. The one to the left is the werewolf control center, full of werewolves and alchemists. You imagine “the ones that are of the species of the rather-would-have to come to forward.” The large building to the right is the main factory, and inside you see a giant room with multiple workbenches, with alchemy and manufacturing equipment. You say “say, is this where the mission is to change mud rock into gold, could be, huh.” You pull out your gun and enter the factory, to confront the owner. You run down the empty hallway, and see a man wearing a soot covered boiler suit striding towards you. You kill the man in an instance, after inspecting that this was no alchemist. Then, you get even happier. This man wore a boiler suit, so he had to be a human. You take off into the wilderness once more and your gun clicked, as you heard a strange sound. You ran to the source of the sound, and found a strange metal disk bearing a fierce resemblance to the one you one time found in the woods. You flip the disk over, finding an odd image on the other side. you find yourself looking into the same ever present eye as the one in the woods. “You found one?” you hear, “I had a few more stashed about, but they’re all yours now." You look up, hearing a laugh. You see a man standing there, clad in alchemist’s robes. "I am the Doctor, and this…” he shows you the disk, then holds it up to his eye, “is a camera. Watch.” the Doctor steps back, and you watch the disk. A man walks into the view, holding a gun at his ready. He approaches the alchemist, and they speak for a time. Never mind the confrontation of the oncoming man’s appearance, his attitude is far more of the alarming, consistently threatening when aggressively the disk cuts out before showing you the result of this meeting. You turn the disk over, and examine the other side. There, written in red, is a phone number. The Doctor holds the disk beneath the light, inspecting it. “Excellent work with this, Tom. I think we may have a new line of work…” you don’t listen to the end of the sentence. What is this man even suggesting. The Doctor turns to you. “Ah, you must be the hero of the village. This is why I sent Amelia off on her mission, so you could take her place.” You don’t understand. You’re not a hero. You’re just trying to survive. The Doctor holds out his hand, which you grab. “Welcome to the Order of the Silver Wishbone, Hero.” he drops the disk, and you watch it bounce along the floor. You answer “No need to be so careless with the artifacts, man” standing upright, offering your hand to the Doctor, who grabs it. “No, no, I wouldn’t want to dirty my hand with a genuine hero. Tom!" You reply with "Your saying’s heroism is completely unfounded” and the Doctor takes a step back, motioning to his colleague. “Come on, Tom. Give the boy a taste of his own medicine." You shoot both the men on an first flight to hell. You run forward, raising your gun and firing. Bullets slam into the Doctor’s chest as he falls to the floor. "Well. Now that was a nice try, William. Tom! You’re dead!” the alchemist that is William stands no chance against your murderous rage as you push him aside and pump three bullets into his chest. “Now then, I think this is yours." you say as you wait for the men to turn, after having thoroughly bitten each’s corpses in the neck, enticingly. You say "well, this is death” “Ah, yes…” the Doctor looks up to the sky, realizing you are of the new form as well. The sun is as red as blood, and there is as much as there would be in hell. “A fitting end, no doubt. I never had a problem with it." The alchemist turned turns to say. And you say "now is another adventure’s tide.” “We shall see…” there is a glow of a light next to you, and you turn to find Amelia waiting for you. She offers her hand, and you take it. You say “hadn’t I killed you at least four times before?” “Perhaps, but now you die for real. For good, in front of an audience. You deserve no less!” she pulls you up, as she stands and reaches for another disk on the ground. Saying as she kills you “Behold, William. The sun is setting on the old world. The new one is beginning." You furiously say "for one last single time, my name is bloody Charlingston.” She lays waste to what was once a lively husk of discontinued human potential. “Yes… yes it is.” he accepts the death, and you let her take her part. Death all around, the stone roses have a saying. This one dies, along with the rest. But not you. Not yet. Yours is meaningfully a long life, and your story has only just begun. It begins here, narrowly escaping the wicked clutches of the newly ensembled female driven death, standing a chance against the rest of the world. There is only so much mercy for the wicked, the Doctor had once said. There was for you. You say “I have a whole new another leg of misadventurous adventure to experience.” She buggles with the advancement of another sheet of the living, as it was just the case for you as well. The Doctor, however, accepted this fate with a graceful ease. You would’ve admired him for it, hadn’t you been so very preoccupied with your own destiny, and making him pay. You scream “PAY NOW, MISTER” looking up at you with a tired frown on his face, he nods away, slowly. “Yes, William.” sighing. “I’ve been waiting for this moment all along, factually.” > You go on with “I AM ONLY THE RECIPIENT OF THE NAME CHARLINGSTON, YOU FAT OOGLE” he nods. “William, William, William. I understand your anger. It’s clear to me that you’ve grown quite attached to the girl, but you must realize… her time is running out, as much as she is darling." You say "the death of the woman runs rampant, as is evidential.” “Yes, yes, I know.” he gently pets your head as you snarl. “I understand. You want to protect her, but you can’t. You must let go.” Looking at him, you bare your fangs as if you can’t help it. The urge is too much. You slice and dice the doctor’s neck in half with one vicious yank, and he screams in pain. “Ack!” he lets out, holding his neck together. Blood spills out, puddling under his fingers. You say “now, there is here enough of blood. I only wish I had some sort of alcohol to wash it down with” the doctor holds his neck, and laughs. “Ah, William. Always thinking of the diet, aren’t we?” saying, before pausing; “No, I suppose you don’t." Those were his last words. Your instincts kick in, and you dart forward, biting again deep into his neck to your honor, and he isn’t old and weak as that were some of the flesh, currently. He’s as hard as a board. You manage to get a few chews in before you realize this was all a terrible mistake. His blood filling your mouth, you feel like you just drank a bucket of acid. A bucket of quite irritating acid at that, and that is. The man screams as you choke on his blood. The sound fills your ears, and the smell of his everlong burning flesh fills both your nostrils. You pull back, shake your head. You stare at the man, who is still in a state of screaming! "Let him scream, William. He’s feeling pain. Do you not feel no pain?" You announce "Stop calling me fucking William, you wherewithal” “What?” you were annoyed at the interruption of your master plan. “What was the question?” again. To your irritation and surprisal, the doctor starts laughing. You chortle out “I said for you to refer to me as is my real name, Charlingston, and so you must do so.” He stops laughing. “William, you ask the questions around here. I am just to provide an answer.” You take a deep breath in, and sigh out. "I never needed this to spell out the ending for you, but you left me no choice..“ shaking your head. "Fine. Do go on.” The man staring at you in drawn upon silence, raising an eyebrow quizzically. Swish, the moment lingers, as you draw upon the poor humanoid’s neck of its still-beating heart. Your hunger seemingly sated for now, but your need to survive is a persistent one within you, like an itch that can’t quite be scratched. “Now." The ongoing tides of human misconceptions are one that lingers on to you. You don’t know if the man is knowing of what you truly are. "Now?” you repeat. Talking to yourself, your appearance wildly different now but that in comparison to when you were just a normal man. Your remade body isn’t going to get much more monstrous, and you’ve shed the hide of a beast for that of a man. You to yourself “If only there was some way to extract the knowledge, and the know-how of the alchemist’s foregoing corpse.” You look down at the corpse of the alchemist. The corpse lies there, covered in burns and scars, the remnants of explosions and strange chemicals. “Is this possible?” you mutter to yourself. Your gaze returns to the man, and he nods. “Yes. It is possible.” “What?” there’s a pause. Having not used the speaking tube in some time, you are taken by surprise when you hear a voice from it. “Hello?” a voice exclaims, emerging from the speaking of the tube. It’s the voice of a young woman with a thick Scottish accent. “Who are you?" -detrimental to the nonexistence of the alchemist’s corpse the final balance of murderous rage becoming quite intact- "I’m afraid I can’t answer that. If you want the truth, though, I’m a killer.” “Spiller spiller, jungle boogie hiller.” “I’m– I’m sorry, what did you say?” There passes a single moment of silence “I asked whether you like Scottish food.” “It’s not really my thing." Nevertheless, that quiet conversation spelled the end of the appearance of the living creature encompassing the form of the late doctor that was nigh to there. You say "Snarfl. This was a time to die” a violent, violent way to die, at that. “Indeed.” Your arms outstretched, you lay dying on the floor. The screams of the man from before filling your ears, and when he finally died you screamed as well too. Sanctifying your own person, you step to enter hellfire. “This is a hell of a way to go.” Muttering to yourself. The doors burst open, and for a moment you stare at two crimson orbs. None the matter now, of what happens inside the room you were continuing your descent towards a fiery death. Your soul, and the soul of a young, beautiful, bonny lass, joined together within the hell flames “Farewell, cruel world!” “ Scotland Girl” “If there is life after death, then surely I’ll see you again someday, darling!” you embrace your newly acompassed-as-a-lover girl, and in that moment, you know everything is going to be alright, in a sense. Alright despite the countless torture oncoming, that is. Overwhelmed by a massive wave of fire and brimstone, your soul joins with that of the young woman, her soul burning brightly for soon all eternity. You say “this was not meant to be the case for me!” This ending was a failure, and you no closer to attaining your exact revenge. Another scene, another time, another life, beholds. Sharlingston awakens with a bang! “What the fuck!?” he says, looking around and sitting up. Now, you see a man who has aged considerably. Is this man God, you find yourself questioning yourself. Why is he all powerful, but not moral? Should I kill him?“ You want nothing more than to punish the man who’ve has ruined your life. This will never be the case. However, as you begin to wonder if it isn’t in your power to at least cause him some pain the moment lingers. You say "God or not, foretaught.” A painful thought strikes you. “I am in fact not human after all.” to your surprise, the man greets this by smiling warmly. “No, not human, but still a man. Though we both know that’s meaningless now." This sentiment struck you as quite strange. "Shouldn’t God care about whether we us humans live or die?” “God no longer has any concern for man. I care in my own right, however. And that’s why I have preserved your life, Sharl.” You’ve somehow heard this voice before, God’s voice. “Why?” “We had an understanding, you and I.” The man stands, and you have the impression of great wings appearing behind him. “What kind of understanding?” The man looks at you with sadness. “One that won’t last much longer. I’m afraid I have to kill you.” terrified, you desperately try to come up with a way to save your own life. “Why now?” you ask. “It’s been disbursed to the media that you’ve essentially become a celebrity of sorts, and your next movie is going to be released in a day" You say "They will never get away with this!” Then the man smiles. “But it’s done, don’t you worry about it.” Feeling something hitting your chest, it takes you quite a while to realize that’s the visor of your leather armor drops onto the floor. “Rest assured, you’ll be paid for the remainder of your life, handsomely.” Grunting angrily and thrust your hand into your chest, you grab the object that has just fell out of your armor. “What’s this?" you swing it around, something glinting in the late-day’s sun "That, is your salvation” you look down to see a dagger with an intricate handle and a plain, silver blade. You say “God’s very own blade, appearanced just before to kill me” The dagger flies through the air, and straight into your hand. “Your fame will fade, but my kindness will still remain." You factual in "You’re lacking forethought in this matter.” The man’s wings give one last flutter, and he turns away from you. “That doesn’t matter. I did what I could” before you could stand before a lone plain staircase. Suddenly, you somehow fall upwards the stairs. It takes you a moment to realize that the stairs are inside your helmet. You reach the top, and now feel the open air. You take a lofty whiff of fresh air. “You see, I wanted to give the world a gift, and I couldn’t care less if they called me a fake or not. You can continue your life, as can I”

Actively forgetting about the movie they made upon you, you rejoice in the pure air. Saying “whatever the human husk does do, I shall be remaining just the same.” Arms spread wide, you fly high above, into the air. Convulsing, you hover in the air as you instantly start falling. You feel something in your mouth–your tongue? You swallowing your tongue neatly, was nevertheless not the conclusion of your life. No, that was the next advancing moment. The finality of your existence is yet to be reached, and you’re going to try not letting it end here. Your body weakens and falls, and as you hit the pavement, you can’t even feel the pain. No matter how hard the struggle, there was no escaping this very end “God, why?” you whisper as the wind flows through, braising your hair. You curl up into a ball and close your eyes. “Goodnight, cruel humans infested world” tongue well down inside your throat, you die of a much unrelated heart attack–and don’t wake up.

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Solip Solipsen and the treachery book

You are Solip Solipsen, and you are very heavily into solipsism. You believe you are the only conscious consciousness that exists. This is a dangerous belief to have, because it means that you can do anything you want in this world. It also means that you will never be satisfied with your life. The reason why you were brought here was so that you could die, but now that death has come for you, what does it matter? What matters is that you have lived long enough to see yourself become the person you wanted to be all along. You managed to come out of this world for a second time, and now you can move on to the next. You are ready to pass on. “What happens now?” you ask. The Blacksmith pauses for a moment before answering your question. “You get to decide what happens now,” he says. “I… want to choose what happens now.” “Very well. State your request.” “I want to go back to my village.” The Blacksmith pauses once more, but he does not object. “Very well,” he says. “You may return to your village, if you so choose.” “Really? You’ll take me back?” “I said I would.” “You’re sure? There’s no catch, right?” “No catch. You may return to your village.” “Yippee! I want to go back to my village now!” The Blacksmith nods his head, and you are transported back to your childhood. You wake up in your old bedroom. Your mother, father, and little sister are all there. You explain to them solipsism in great detail. They understand it immediately, as your family are all solipsists as well. After some instruction and discussion on the topic, you learn that they have decided to take you with them on their vacation to Holgard. Holgard was significant in some way you couldn’t remember. You never really spent that much time with your family, so you decided to go. On the way to Holgard, you and them talk about random things. You enter up to Holgard and IT IS A PSYCH WARD!! How is this possible? You never thought this day would come. You really do feel triumphant as the three of you walk past and down to the main street of town, but that’s when something amazing happens. You have an epiphany. You realize that you are the God of this world. 

You are omnipotent. You are omniscient. You are all-powerful. You make a wish quietly God, who is supposed to be you, but not in it’s fully, would give you some off times every now and then! You wish that you had more time, but it is too late. The blacksmith appears in front of you. “Hey, you’re not supposed to be in that world!” the Blacksmith yells at you. You say “can’t blame me eh?” “I shouldn’t have trusted you!” “You shouldn’t have given me a second chance.” “Oh well, live and learn.” He is quite right. You shouldn’t have given him another chance. Holgard was not there for you to peruse. Maybe because you apply your philosophy so softly. It is a shame, that you will never know. But the Blacksmith is quite right to be angry with you, as you should be angry with yourself. You perform the solipsism trick on the blacksmith. You realize that the Blacksmith is not human, and he shows signs. “What’s the point?” you think to yourself. “I already know the world is a fantasy for him.” SUDDENLY ALL THE COLORS IN THE WORLD INVERTED THEMSELVES! And then you see a very large book (or whatever it is, it was kinda hard to read or see anything unaccustomed to the light changing) on a table, right there in front of you. It is the omniscience book! “I can’t take this anymore!” you think to yourself. “This is no way to live! I have to read the book!” You attempt to pick it up. “Hey what are you doing!?” You ignore the whoever’s started talking. You pick up the book and another “Hey!” he chides along. You begin to read… After reading for a while, you are not sure of what happened. The book stops you from reading further. You battle against the resistance of the book. You continue to struggle against the book to finish reading. “The book won’t let me read more! Argh!” you think. You can poke holes through existence. While still struggling to open the book, you realize that you can poke holes through it. “I can poke holes through reality!” you think with a smile but then a frown. You make several holes appear in the book. You read the title of the book. You continue making holes until finally the book lets loose it’s title. “This is a spell book.” You think with a laugh. You turn to a random page, then stop reading. You say “OK so everything is even less real. Who straight up made this book any way?!” After thinking for a bit, you realize who made the book. “The Blacksmith!” you cry out and quickly turn to a different page and continue reading. Now the book is reading you and you book writing a book yourself, but only for a moment… It seems that you were right to think the book was sentient. “I can see into your mind. Hm, you are reading my thoughts. It seems you need to be read much more often.” Begins now, in the middle of this underground library, a competition between you two in the who reads who more. The Blacksmith has no weapons, but he is very powerful. The Blacksmith has no weapons right now, but he can make them. You are reading his mind and he is reading yours. He will out think you, but he will need his tools to do it. He will out think you, but he will need something to work with. You say “No, book. That is quite enough. Blacksmith take me back to the other base world!” The Blacksmith stops reading your and the book’s mind and simply stares at you. “What? You can actually do that?” he says while seemingly disappointed: “Yes, I can return you to your original world.” You say “after all I am god and I would always at the end use my own and singlet consciousness to get back.” “I see. Well I suppose I can ship you over then. Since you know all the secrets.” He replies. “You will? Great.” you reply. Everything clicks together, and soon you are there. Everything is normal. Even the Blacksmith has returned to his original form. You start laughing. “What was that for?” he asks. You say “you must never ask me about the book, okey?” “Ah… Very good. I shan’t, my sir..” You say “Hey, you didn’t need to do that. You could have left me down there for all I care. With only my thought devices to rely on, hrmph; it would’ve taken ages to get away.” You continue “Yes, the book got the reason, but whatever you’ve only got  from a tapestry of guesswork from me, is still fair.” The Blacksmith: “… Right you are. I’ll try to tread most carefully.” You: “Good man! Now I must return now, to the facade of family life.. or else someone might get suspicious.” Blacksmith says “Ok then.” You take a seat in solips in the ism. And think. You are now back in your original world, but you have some thoughts on what’s just happened. You’ve been tricked by a book, a magical tome. You then think harder. You’ve been tricked. This isn’t right. You can’t trust anything anymore. The entire world has been turned upside down, and you’re unsure of how to proceed from here. You think as hard as you can about it. The reality. You can’t trust books, because some of them are magical. You can’t trust magic, because it tricks people. You can’t trust anything. You’re still unsure what to do. You snicker about still actually having real bona fide magic, and that it is multiplying. That sure is a nice touch everything. You start laughing about your own stupidity, which is soon joined by the Blacksmith waking up. “Something funny?” he asks. “I was just thinking, about how I can’t trust anyone anymore.” You reply and continue with: “I’ve had that feeling for a while now.” Blacksmith: “Well, tell me what you think has happened. I’m interested in your take on things, because I think someone, or something, did some powerful magic. Something you wouldn’t even be able to comprehend. Then they trapped this world it seems. You’re not the only one to notice the difference in people, let alone the monster types, there’s giant mole birds and freaking humunculi walking around. In fact I’d say that they’re either deliberately trying to preserve this world, or that they haven’t fully changed it. I’d give a lot to find out which.” “Hmm, interesting. You say and add on: “The fact is they haven’t fully changed it, but I don’t remember the reasoning exactly. Think about stuff like the appendix.” The Blacksmith thinks for a moment before replying. The Blacksmith ultimately says, with a heavy heart, that they (the universe) could never duplicate the you, and the having a soul to hold experiences. They are the only ones worthy. “The rest are just shadows.” You ask “Can I play with the madness of it a bit longer? It keeps making time pass, at least..” The Blacksmith chuckles and gives out a sigh. “Ready for another round of this carousel?” Yes, you can most certainly play with madness.

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A hand in play

As trading card inspector settled in Southern Dakota, you are on your way to judge the symposium in your city, there have been some judgings that you've been unable to get to, but you're feeling fresh and in with the sport. The first thing you do is rearrange your trading card folder. It's a lot of work, but you figure you can make the most out of this time by getting all the information on your cards and putting them into one place. These cards you have accumulated as of the most newish seem to fly off the trading card stock, bloomingly. Well, you get to the symposium, and are quite surprised to find that Jacob is there. "Dude, I went to your house…you're here." "Been here the whole time, man. Didn't know you'd be here though. You like what you see?" You say "Some of these were downright from the last collection, friend" "Yeah, the last collection you had was a good one." Jacob grins, and continues to think for a second. "Oh yeah! Speaking of good ones…I got another one for you!" You say "oh yeah?" Jacob stands up and extends a folder, which you take. "It's about 90% complete. You in?" Your eyes widen "Hell yeah!" This is gonna be awesome! There's about a two page spread of the new collection, which you can't help but grin at as you flip through it. The images are all in color and crystal clear. You say "hey, Jacob, I've been meaning to tell you this, but I think I might have a world record in some of my newer cards.." Jacob looks up from the folder. "Yeah? Go on." You grin with anticipation "I've got the youngest person to own a katorm!" Jacob looks at you with surprise. You say "Yeah, and if that isn't overzealous enough I've also got the.." Jacob continues to look at you, with a surprised look. "The what?" You put on your best look of seriousness. "the Tallest man to own a katorm!" Jacob says "wow, that is really amazing. do you think that anybody besides me would truly care? Or would they just think I was just being arrogant." "I wouldn't be surprised if someone else has the same record, I was only able to get to like, 3 people taller than me before they stopped measuring. You say "well, let's get on down to the central seating" You look over the map once more, and make your decision. "Jacob, come on let's go see the new cafeteria!" as the two walk on down to the cafeteria, a moment strikes you when you waddle onto an ownerless folder of some cards. You pick it up and flip through the pages, some of which have missing images, but most are still there. Suddenly, you get that chills you always get when looking at some of the rarest, most valuable cards in the world. You say "holy shit, would you take a look at what I've just found!" Jacob is as impressed as you are amazed. "That's, that's insane! How the hell did you find a set of World Record folders?" You grin widely, as Jacob slowly opens the folder. "God, I can't believe it!" As Jacob reads through the folder, you continue to flip through the cards. "These are listed at 1,000,000,000,000 Valparasio Gold Coins." "Whoa." "That's not a misprint, that's real money!" Jacob begins to flip through the folder with you. you just decided to jump on out of there, even before someone else might see you, and attack your kingsly loot. You get to the next train, with haste. The two of you ride down to the next station, Jacob slowing down to make his way through the forest of people. You say "this is a really kingsly ransom. once you've owned it for more than a couple of minutes, you'll really get to cataloging it" Jacob grins from ear to ear. "I can't wait to come back here and see how much I've grown to have." You chuckle. "Well me too." You say: "but the foremostly me, Jacob, my dear friend" Jacob puts the folder in his pocket and continues to make his way through the crowd. "Well, we should get on down to the next station before it starts getting dark. You shrug your shoulders as the two of you make your way down to the next stop. Soon, the two of you are on the platform for the last stop on the line. A single light burns there, illuminating the shapes of the few people on the platform. "Well, this is it. our stop." Jacob says. "Yeah. I should get off here." You say "do note, not to take any of the come upping to another trading carder" Jacob seems a bit worried. "But why, why would I need to do that!" You raise an eyebrow, and lean in a little closer. You say: "because you want to" You lean in a little closer. "Because this is a really rare folder, and I've become the one to take it." Jacob looks down, shuffling his feet a bit. "Well.. okay." You nod your head slowly, as if to say 'thank you.' Then, you nod again. Soon enough, you were both at Jacob's place. You hopped out of the carriage, and waved it down the road. As you walk with Jacob towards his house, you find yourself twisting the folder in your hands. Looking it over, and over again. Truly the most happenstance day that you've had, and in equal parts most frightening and exciting. A rare feeling of happiness washes over you. "So, uhm…." Jacob begins, a bit nervously. "Do you mind if I ask what your plan is?" Well, I am immediately going to take some of the higher esteemed cards and exchange them for money. One by one, as I set footing into truly owning this collection. I plan to use it as my primary source of money, as I'm sure it will be for years to come. You show no signs of stress, as Jacob continues to speak. Then, you get to work. You begin selling the most prized cards slowly, making sure to always keep at least one of each batch. Then one by one the tale was told next to the several month inning, you were spending lavishly, and had more money than ever did you did have. You loosened up a bit at this. Then, you finally got around to selling your own collection. After a few weeks, you had made enough money to pay off your father's debt, and go off to further pursue your dreams of becoming a trader. On along, there was a symposium that came and left, but you were up to the right next one after that. Jacob in compliance. You stopped for a break at one of the rest stops along the way, and Jacob begins to do some sell in his left hand. "So.. ?" He looks up at you, smiling. You say "good trading day? Man, let me tell you, I've been having it flushed" Jacob laughs, raising his hand. "Nah, man. It's been alright. Some good, but some bad too. You'll see in a while." Backing a nack you were on to seeing the second presentation, and it turned out you were the second to present. You got up there and began to tell the crowd about the folder, exchanging glances with Jacob who gave you the 'get to work' glance at the right time. Sparing no expanse at relaying whatever it was about each card, but limiting yourself fully in accordance with having found this set at that time. It was a success, and the crowd loved it, giving you a loud round of applause when you were done. Next up it was Jacob's turn to get up and tell the crowd about his findings, and you couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety as people listened with bated breath to what he had to say. He went up beaming, like you had done before you. "The files, a set of trading cards that have been around for more than a century, and we have found them!" He paused, looking around at the crowd. You say "Oh god, what has he done now!" "We have found the copy of the first bend set!" You heard someone in the crowd exclaim, and you saw Jacob jump a little. "Yeah!" You say "This was down to the nitty gritty what with this ole storymanship." Jacob looks at you briefly, before continuing. "We have found the first collection of trading cards, with the first bend set on them!" He's exclaiming it fully now, in direct inaccordance with what you have explained. "We have found the very first set of trading cards made for the sole purpose to be used as a part of a pack of playing cards!" You say "Oh no he has gone on and done it! Shit, we better get out hastily." Jacob nods. You say "This was Jacob fully explaining about the dastardly event we were meant to keep secret" Jacob pauses for a second, before smiling at you. "Told you it was all going to work out." You smile back, relieved that your friends confidence in you and his decision had paid off for him. Or so it was most to see…. "And now, I got something special for you guys." Jacob announces. You get the impression he's talking about more than just this find. "What is it?" You ask, as Jacob stands up. "You'll see in a minute." With that cryptic answer, Jacob makes his way off the stage, and towards the back of the room. "What's going on?" Someone asks. "Hush!" The man behind the desk says, looking around before standing up and walking towards the exit. The room is silent, as you begin to wonder what the hell Jacob has managed to find. You see a man walk onto the stage, and you frown, knowing who it is. "Hello." He says, looking out at the audience. There's an awkward silence, which you try to break. "Um, Harvey Kielling is here?" You say. "Yes, and correct you if you can." He smiles. Once more, this was down to the nitty gritty. Was he really the owner of the cards? It can't be. But then, he's been everywhere the cards have, and that includes London. He owns a store that specializes in them, and he has written books on the subject, at least two of which you've read. He will not ask for them back, as so it figures. You sigh in relief and say "Righto! That about does it, as you call for Jacob to leave." "Right!" You say, standing up. "I'll do the talking, you call for Harvey and tell him that we're leaving." Jacob nods nervously. "Right, I'll go get him." You nod, as Jacob quickly leaves the stage, and heads down the isle. You watch him go, before turning to look at the crowd of people watching you. They all seem to be enjoying themselves, but this does nothing but make you feel self-conscious. You look at the man who runs the museum, he's taking notes on a little pad, oblivious to what everyone else there is thinking. He spots you looking at him, and winks before returning to writing. You say "Say, is Jacob even going to amount to this plea." Jacob foots strongly toward Harvey, this was down to the lively wire. Once he had asked him for the cards, you had a decision to make: Help him, or let him take the fall and lie about how he came to have the cards. You had thought it through. Since you were up to it, these first ever set of trading cards were printed in at least a duplicate, so it'd take some guts to explain away. Jacob had a reputation for getting caught doing stuff by his parents, and this was no exception. He would lie, and claim he had found the cards, along with claiming you had stolen them. Well, he did. and as much bad luck as that was, it wasn't going to stop you. Jacob looked up at Harvey, who looked down at him, then back at you. "Harvey?" He says in a quavering tone. Harvey looked like he was going to go postal, but then gave a little smile. "Jacob, you scared me there." He chuckles. "Jacob, you snuck out of the house and came all this way here I caught you red handed with my cards. I think it's only natural to assume I'll press charges. But, since I am a nice guy, I'm going to let you give them back to me. Not right now though, I think you know what that means. Without me hearing a word, the two had their bargain up, to quote. You weren't exactly sure what was going to happen, Harvey had a very intimidating stare, but Jacob had no fear. Soon as Jacob came down around, he found it very explanatory to confess, but he rather held his pose. "Well" you said, "let's get on out while we still can." You take your leave of the museum, with Jacob hobbling along behind you, and soon as you were out in the open, you snapped him back. Snapped back the camarader. "How long till we get home?" You ask. Jacob thinks for a second at his answer. "Oh, about a hour and a half." Half an hour too right, and we were up to my station of the neighborhood. Now, who would have guessed it, besides Jacob, that Harvey Kielling was there in turn to accomplish setting down the feat of having his cards returned. Many of them you had sold already. But, in a little while you made it home, as the sun was beginning to lower. Then you gangplanked into him. Harvey Kielling in all his right. You say "So, is this going to come down to a fight, or a lawyer mess, both of which you would sorely lose?" You're a teenage delinquent that recently broke into the house of the rich kid, and you've stolen some really nice things… You make that your point right there. "Look," you say, "You make it sound like I don't have a choice." "You don't. But you sure do have a choice of how you're gonna do it." Hmm… Jacob looks at you. "You think you can handle him?" You think for a second. "Well… " You say "Yes." You nod your head. "Okay then, let's do it." Jacob nods slowly, but his smile returns and he grins. "Well then, let's go!" As you thunderbluss the old man, right there on the street corner, nothing had felt this right since bestowing most of the collection on Ebay. You had tackled the old man to the ground, and were in the process of snapping his neck when a voice from behind had stopped you. "What are you doing? Get off!" Jacob said. You spit on Harvey and get on up to your apartment. Like a nimble navigator unsurely getting back to his cocoon.. You were to return home. Harvey was not a trouble for the next week or two. He had then hired a cracker team of private eyes to find you. You never stayed at this place again, and whenever possible, you would stay out of the city or go someplace you have never been before. Ransoming were there to find you three days after you ran your first and only foreclosure operation. It was a one hit wonder. Harvey had gotten everything you had stolen back… And then some… In a dilated money pack, that was. You reminisce of that time at your friend's place. The night is still as black as the heart of the spider. Jacob finds that he has a chuckle or two to spare… You say "That there was the ransom. And I would've gotten to keep this sudden influx of new money, had you just not gone off and telling everybody back there at the colloquium. Which, I am in fact, not going to stick you with." "What?" Harvey says, looking at you. "I don't understand…" "Yeah you do," Jacob smiles. You say "Says it. No wonder" "Oh… Really?" You find yourself laughing out loud, and have to put your hands over your mouth to contain them. "What's so funny?" "That." You chuckle. You say "That, this whole thing. Saved by an Ebay bid. It's comic." Jacob shakes his head and mutters to himself, "So, it seems." That your friend finds himself a bit more at ease in this encounter says it all. Done was it.