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India - a Country known for its diverse cultures and heritages, is also the world's largest piracy content zone after the US and Russia (except Porn), with over 35% pirated content being streamed/downloaded. (This number decreased considerably when 3G, Music Streaming and YouTube arrived in India, but still steady for Movies, Games and eCourses)
Reasons for Piracy:

  • The Indian Censor Board:
    • Case Study: Lipstick Under My Burkha (Hindi Movie) (Indie Bollywood)
      • This movie has been unreleased for the past two years because it depicted hidden desires of women, which are very practical, compared to perv masculine films releasing every other month. It has been the highest downloaded unreleased FHD pirated movie in India as per TPB.
    • Case Study: Udta Punjab (Hindi/Punjabi Movie) (Mega Bollywood)
      • This movie has been greeted with over 80 scene cuts, removing several incidents which were supposed to hurt "culture". The Uncensored Version grosses the highest download of any Released Indian Movie in TPB.
  • The Pricey Sources & Internet
    • Until a few years back, India had been subjected to Foreign Streaming/Downloading Sources which were not viable for purchase by an Average Indian. Streaming became popular with the onset of High Speed Broadband and a typical mobile operator Juggernaut, named as Jio, which also offered Ad-Free Music, TV Shows and Movies at no extra cost. People here prefer a ad supported free experience to a premium paid experience.
  • The Availablity of Programs & Softwares:
    • Indian Netflix and Amazon Prime are a joke! Their library is so small that one typical Indian teen has more movies stored on his hard drive. The Indian Warez Groups like DesiSCR, TamilRockers, URET, etc .are contributing immensely to the Asian and International Warez scene of movies and softwares.
  • E-learning
    • Indian Students don't get interactive access to quality e-learning resources andstable internet speeds to study them. A few companies offer it a price much higher than that of classroom based courses. Thus Udemy and Topper Learning courses are widely distributed for the knowledge hungry students.
  • Porn
    • Porn has always been banned for making and public release. Hence the Porn Industry has no means of distributing content except through shady channels which are again prone to being exploited for piracy.
Hope that helps! Upvote if appreciated!
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Time To Take Our Planet Back: #Freedomgate #Getinvolved #Makethisviral #Letschangetheworld! PART 2 This is PART 2 of 3 POSTS explaining what FREEDOMGATE is, why FREEDOMGATE is so important and why you need to get involved and get on board with FREEDOMGATE right now. The future of the human race is in our hands. Please ARCHIVE, SHARE and REDISTRIBUTE this information IMMEDIATELY. Help me make #FREEDOMGATE VIRAL!
ORIGINAL FREEDOMGATE POST = https://www.reddit.com/conspiracy/comments/gcxioi/freedomgate_the_revolution_of_the_human_race_is/
PART 1 FULL POST = https://www.reddit.com/conspiracy/comments/gh6wty/time_to_take_our_planet_back_freedomgate/
YOUR READING PART 2.

So whats #FREEDOMGATE?
Freedom Gate is my creation. Its basically an accumulation of videos and presentations I've put together to expose the RULING ELITE or NEW WORLD ORDER AGENDA on planet earth. I have dedicated my life to unraveling this concept to determine if its real or if its just a theory. I can conclusively tell you at the age of 26 that the new world order really does exist, evil people are controlling world affairs and everything that happens in our world benefits the 1% of the population and not the 99%. If we don't take action and do something soon they are going to take all our rights and freedoms away with this coronavirus outbreak by indicting martial law. They are just getting us use to the idea of a militarised police state but eventually it will become permanent. A totalitarian world government that only benefits the people at the top whilst the rest of us are tagged and quarantined with radio frequency identity tags to make us easier to control.

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THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE IS STRONGER THAN THE PEOPLE IN POWER.
I have spent the last 2 years of my life putting solid, hardcore and factual information together that proves we have been lied to about all main historical events. What makes you think this coronavirus outbreak is any different? If we don't take action and stand up for ourselves were all screwed. Its the events of the past and action of our governments that have shaped the present. We must understand the events of the past if we are ever to understand why the world is the way it is today.
THE TIME TO ACT IS NOW
First watch my introductory video on freedomgate = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoZj8JCgk0o
Freedom Gate is split into 7 categories:
1 = PIZZAGATE
2 = THE 5G NETWORK IS THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER AGENDA
3 = TRUTHGATE
PART 1 = WHAT IS ALTERNATIVE NEWS
PART 2 = 911 (PARTS 1-3)
PART 3 = THE TRUTH ABOUT THE WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST
PART 4 = WHO REALLY CONTROLS THE WORLD
4 = ASCENSIONGATE
5 = IRISGATE
6= CORRUPTIONGATE
7 = MEDIAGATE
Breakdown of my work available as PDF or videos.
PIZZGATE

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Pizzagate is real. My presentations prove that there is enough evidence for law enforcement to open up an investigation into key individuals in and associated with the US GOVERNMENT potentially involved with TRAFFICKING and KILLING of INNOCENT CHILDREN in SATANIC PRACTICES. Please look at the material in your own time.
PART 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VKNxHpRSO0&t=6573s
0:00 - John Podesta's Creepy Emails 09:53 - John and Tony Podesta 21:12 - Comet Ping Pong/Pizza 39:39- James Alefantis - Jimmy Commet Instagram Profile 01:26:24 - Wherkinonmahnightcheese Instagram Profile - CHILD SIZED COFFINS 01:28:29 - Pegasus Museum - Location of The Kill Room 01:42:12 - Underground Tunnels 01:49:43 - Pegasus Museum - Amos Connection - Child Sacrifice Worship
PIZZAGATE PDF PART 1 = http://www.mediafire.com/file/jc5qvvjpemhbqpm/PART_1_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtE-WpMhjfo&t=5636s
0:00 - James Alefantis Threatens To Kill Researcher (Ryan O'neill) For Kill Room Video 10:14 - The Dark Truth - Child Torture 16:00 - Paedophile Symbols Known To The FBI 42:41 - Beyond Borders - Clinton Foundation 48:42 - Laura Silsby - Convicted Child Trafficker Saved By The Clinton Mafia 57:16 - Anthony Weiner, Hume Abedin, Hilary Clinton Connection 01:03:50 - Seth Rich 01:15:52 - Huma Abedins Connection To The Muslim Brotherhood - How The West Created Extremist Ideologies To Promote Violence Worldwide
PIZZAGATE PDF PART 2 = http://www.mediafire.com/file/vkwn4mfxtrbxylx/PART_2_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART 3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tULHUwKjMQ&t=3s
0:00 - How The UK and Western Nations Fund Terrorism 48:50 - Conclusion on Huma Abedin's Connections With The Muslim Brotherhood 01:02:54 - Jeffery Epstein, The Clintons and Orgy Island 01:18:27 - FBI Anonymous 01:27:37 - The Washington DC Spider Web
PIZZAGATE PDF PART 3 = http://www.mediafire.com/file/qupuqfta30oeyde/PART_3_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART 4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZjLxSArk7M&t=1820s
0:00 - James Alefantis's Powerful Connections in Washington DC 02:50 - James Alefantis, Coded Language, Symbolism and Occult Hidden Messages 27:53 - James Alefantis and Marina Abrovamich Connection 01:00:23 - Thought Provoking Truth - The Elite Power Structure on Planet Earth 01:11:40- THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE IS STRONGER THAN THE PEOPLE IN POWER 01:26:13 - Obvious Media Cover Up of Pizzagate 01:36:35 - "Fake News" term Was Created By The Media Because Of The Pizzagate Scandal
PIZZAGATE PDF PART 4 = http://www.mediafire.com/file/kvshowp8uk9qpqc/PART_4_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART 5 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEj9W9IL9-c
0:00 - Hacker "Big Fish" Finds Child Porn Hidden on Comet Pizza Servers 3:00 - Commet Pizza False Flag Shooting 8:25 - Crisis Actors 25:01 - Hacker "Big Fish" Reports Findings To FBI + Hidden Blockchain Network Found On Comet Pizza Severs For Elite Individuals 37:11 - Palintir - Quin Michaels Research 45:58 Pizzagate Death Threats To Credible Researchers Trying To Expose This Scandal 47:55 - Silencing Ben Swann 49:05 - How The CIA Procure Children For The Elite 55:31 - Potential Video of John Pedestal Abusing a Child 01:05:08 - DEMAND A NON-BIAS LAW ENFORCEMENT INVESTIGATION INTO PIZZAGATE IMMEDIATELY WHICH IS OPEN TO PUBLIC SCRUTINY AND INVOLVEMENT 02:12:00 - What Needs To Happen Next
PART 6 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM68PS8MTbg&t=1s
0:00 - Pizzagate Special Mentions 06:51 - Robertos Pizza and Its Connections 29:18 - Marina Abromovich - Random Acts Connection

5G-GATE
The 5G NETWORK IS THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER AGENDA
5G IS DEADLY AND KILLING ALL BIOLOGICAL LIFE ON EARTH. MY RESEARCH PROVES THIS.
5G CAN 3D MAP ITS ENVIRONMENT, INCLUDING YOUR HOME. THIS IS A TOTAL VIOLATION OF YOUR RIGHT TO PRIVACY.

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5G PDF = http://www.mediafire.com/file/k8zmqq7izinaowh/5G_-_GATE.pdf/file
PART 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BttIfD-WzGg
0:00 - 5G Intro 11:10 - Microwave Warefare 19:38 - Radar + Radiation 27:06 - The 5G Infrastructure 37:43 - 5G and Chemtrails 48:07 - Leaked Nasa Document (The War of The Future Will Be Between The Government and The People) 53:24 - Chemtrails and Morgellons Connection 59:54 - The 5G Network Is The Foundation For The Internet of Things (IOT) 01:12:37 - Cashless Society, Contactless Payments, and Radio Frequency Identity Tags (RFID) Chipping Agenda
PART 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4X-emskJ3I&t=1s
0:00 - The Internet of Things, Radio Frequency Identity Tags (RFID) and The Migration To Totally Digital Bank Accounts 05:30 - Artificial Intelligence 09:50 - How Technology Is Passed Down To The Masses 15:15 - The Secret Space Programme Connection 19:08 - Brief History of The Secret Space Programme 24:15 - Operation Highjump 28:18 - Admiral Byrd Granted Passage Into Hollow Earth 33:33 - Washington DC UFO Incident 34:40 - Operation Paperclip 39:35 - Conclusion On Where Artificial Intelligence Came From 40:07 - Artificial Intelligence and War 42:42 - Artificial Intelligence, 5G and The Internet of Things Connection 46:18 - Artificial Intelligence Conclusion 48:48 - The Space Fence 01:02:38 - Who Is Behind The 5G Rollout? 01:05:40 - 5G Network Giants - Vodafone and Telefonica
PART 3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DJQp9h40Ek&t=3s
0:00 - World Health Organisations View On Health Risks Associated With Electromagnetic Field (EMF) Exposure 07:10 - Telefonicas View On On Health Risks Associated With Electromagnetic Field (EMF) Exposure 13:13 - Cornerstone Telecommunications Infrastructure Limited (CTIL) 25:15 - International Commission On Non-Ionizing Radiation Protection (ICNIRP) 54:37 - The Case of Eileen Cooper 56:56 - Human Health Effects of EMF: The Cost of Doing Nothing
PART 4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nl2SGKYt1Ts&t=110s
0:00 - Microwaving The World: The Electromagnetic Pollution 1:34 - 7 Ways EMF Technology Seriously Threatens Entire Populations 3:30 - Frequency 05:50 - Transhumanism 11:52 - The Synthetic Agenda 32:32 - Artificial Intelligence Used In The Telecommunication Industry 34:45 - Stop Stingray Surveillance 38:45 - The True Dangers of Airport Security Scanners 50:13 - Accountability
TRUTHGATE
PART 1 = WHAT IS ALTERNATIVE NEWS? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPl_laOv7As&t=3792s
0:00 - Truthgate Introduction 04:16 - What Is Alternative News? 07:44 - PROBLEM - REACTION - SOLUTION - Explained 14:28 - Okay So, Ive Made An Archeological Discovery... 17:36 - The Vatican Has 54 MILES of Forbidden Archives Underground. This Is Where They Hide Advanced Technology And Ancient Artefacts About The Origin of The Human Race And Our Cosmic Heritage. 19:27 - Vaccines 20:59 - Genetically Modified Foods 22:09 - Fukushima 29:25 - False Flags
PDF = http://www.mediafire.com/file/u58bnvsxugo33hz/TRUTHGATE_-_ALTERNATIVE_NEWS.pdf/file
911 - THE ATTACK ON THE TWIN TOWERS
First you need to understand that the official narrative of what happened on 911 is false, based on lies and DID NOT HAPPEN THE WAY YOU THINK IT DID. Then you need to understand that the evidence strongly suggests ISRAEL PULLED OFF 911 and were working with the higher echelons of the United States Government. The evidence points to 911 being an OUTSIDE JOB planned and orchestrated by ISRAEL intelligence who worked in conjunction with rouge intelligence factions of the CIA. This was a highly sophisticated and planned operation to fool the world and pull of the biggest false flag attack in history. My research proves the official narrative of what happened is false, that I have a PICTURE EVIDENCE OF A BOMB FOUND IN THE RUBBLE OF GROUND ZERO,

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and if you follow the money all the roads lead to Israel being involved. This was all part of the GLOBAL DOMINATION AGENDA known as THE NEW WORLD ORDER which consists of the GREATER ISRAEL and a ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT with their headquarters based in Jerusalem. Also Trump is part of this massive operation. WAKE UP PEOPLE. He is a Zionist down to his very bones.
UNDERSTANDING 911 - PROBLEM, REACTION, SOLUTION

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They created the PROBLEM which was...911
They got a REACTION from the public which was anger and global protest to go after Osama Bin Laden who they told us pulled off the biggest attack in history from a small cave in Afghanistan. The truth is he was a a PAID CIA ASSETT and to this day there is not 1 shred of evidence that links Osama Bin Laden with the attacks on 911. NOT ONE.
What comes next... thats right folks.. The SOLUTION . A Complete INVASION of the Middle East prolonged over a 10 year + period cleverly disguised under the from of national security. A dark agenda where they already a plan to TAKE OUT 7 MUSLIM COUNTRIES IN 5 YEARS. Whistle Blower General Wesley Clarke admits here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RC1Mepk_Sw

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These wars were all designed and orchestrated to perpetuate the FAKE WAR ON TERROR to keep the petrol dollar alive (keeping the west but more specifically ISRAEL in power, because Israel owns America) and successfully destabilise the Middle East so Israel can eventually expand its borders into THE GREATER ISRAEL. Its very important you understand this point. All of the surrounding countries of Israel have been purposely destabilised from manufactured wars so Israel can expand its borders into these war torn regions and create what they call THE GREATER ISRAEL. These wars were based on false intelligence and lies and resulted in MILLIONS left HOMELESS and KILLEDand its about time we all came together and held these GLOBAL THUGS accountable for their CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY.

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BUT WHY DID THEY DO THIS?
Well, to answer that question you need to understand how ISRAEL PULLED OFF 911, HOW ISRAEL BENIFTED FROM 911 and what ZIONISM is. Zionism is "a movement for (originally) the re-establishment (and now) the development and protection of a Jewish nation which is now Israel"
Really Graceful Youtube Zionism Unmasked: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WhyLjMKWsw
Israel use to be called PALESTINE and belonged to the Palestine people. During the outbreak of World War 1 a secret agreement took place called THE SYKES - PICOT TREATY which placed Palestine under INTERNATION CONTROL. One year later the BALFOUR DECLARATION was created. This was a secret letter between the United Kingdoms foreign secretary ARTHUR BALFOUR which was addressed to WALTER ROTHSCHILD. The declaration promised that after the war all the land of Palestine would be re-named ISRAEL and promised as a home for THE JEWISH PEOPLE. Bare in mind the UK or any member of the Rotschild's had no right to physically take this land away from the Palestine people, but they did it anyway. This resulted In over 1 MILLION PALESTINE PEOPLE BEING EXILED from homes and left to fend for themselves to survive.

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WHY WOULD A ROTHSCHILD FAMILY MEMBER WANT A DECLARATION PROMISING PALESTINE TO BE RE-NAMED AND GIVEN TO THE JEWISH PEOPLE?
To answer that question you need to under the true origins of the Rothschild family who can be traced back to the KHAZARIAN MAFIA. The Khazarian Mafia were a barbaric death cult who practised black magic and occult worship. They were exiled by the Russian King (head of the Czars) because they were tormenting the public and relentlessly kidnapping and murdering innocent children in blood rituals and child sacrifices. They eventually fled to England and changed their name to ROTHSCHILD meaning (CHILD OF THE ROCK, SATAN) They used all their stolen riches to to create the BRITISH BANKING SYSTEM and used their knowledge of occult demonic worship to mimic the ancient BABYLONIAN MONEY BLACK MAGICK SYSTEM. A never ending system based on cycles of continuous debt and interest rates which only keep the Rothschilds in power while the rest of humanity suffers in never ending debt. Read about the Khazarian Mafia History here: https://www.veteranstodayarchives.com/2015/03/08/the-hidden-history-of-the-incredibly-evil-khazarian-mafia/

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You need to understand that the Khazarian Mafia changed their name to ROTHSCHILDS and the ROTHSCHILDS converted to the religion of Judaism. They are in essence FAKE JEWS because they are not original members of the Hebrew tribes of the Jewish people. They just hide their OCCULT DEMONIC PRACTICES behind the religion of JUDAISM so that they can label anyone who criticises their actions as ANTI-SEMETIC.

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WHATS ANTI SEMETIC?
Anti-Semitic is hostility to, prejudice, or discrimination against the Jewish people. A Semite is anyone who speaks a Arab or Jewish language. Do you now understand why the Rothschilds hide behind the Jewish religion? Its the perfect way to do anything they want because they can label anyone who criticises their actions as ANTI - JEW. This is so far from the truth and I hope your starting to understand. The real Anti-Semites are the Rothschild who carried out ETHNIC CLEANSING on a mass scale and forcefully removed the Palestine people from their homes. The Palestine people speak an Arab language and thus the real anti-semites are the FAKE JEWS which are the ROTHSCHILDS because of how they discriminated and oppressed the Palestine people and stripped them of their rights and homes. Talk about irony...
THE ELITE ARE PETRIFIED OF THE PEOPLE WAKING UP AND UNDERSTANDING ZIONISM

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THE ELITE ARE PETRIFIED OF THE PEOPLE REALISING ISRAEL WERE BEHIND 911

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THE ELITE ARE PETRIFIED OF THE PEOPLE MAKING THE CONNECTION BETWEEN THE NEW WORLD ORDER AGENDA, ZIONISM, ISRAEL AND THE ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT WHICH THEY PLAN TO HAVE THE HEAD QUARTERS BASED IN JERUSALEM.
WHEN YOU FOLLOW THE MONEY ALL ROADS LEAD TO ISRAEL.

TRUTHGATE PART 2 = 911 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCP3Leq3qjI&t=1366s
0:00 - Is 911 The Biggest False Flag in History? YOU DECIDE 06:49 - No Warnings 10:28 - 19 -Highjackers? 15:38 - Osama Bin Laden - A CIA Assett 19:58 - The Pentagon Missile 24:50 - Shanksville Flight 93 - A Hole In The Ground 27:50 - World Trade Centres - Pre 911 30:31 - World Trade Centres Structural Support 34:52 - World Trade Centre Elevators 36:48 - The Bath Tub - Water Tight Seal Built Into The Foundations 39:18 - World Trade Centre Construction 41:12 - September 11th 2001 41:55 - Pancake Theory - A Think Tank Creation To Conceal Which Was Obviously a Demolition 48:22 - Buildings Free Fall Collapse Into Its Own Footprint 56:51 - True Volume of Jet Fuel In Each Plane 01:02:38 - Federal Emergency Management Agency - FEMA 01:05:33 - What Is Jet Fuel? + Jet Fuel Only Burns When You Atomize It 01:08:53 - The Towers Empty Floors - Derelict Buildings 01:12:41 - Safety Measures Against Fires 01:16:33 - World Trade Centre Sprinkler System - 55,000 GALLONS OF WATER A MINUTE. 01:26:37 - Building Fire Examples - No Building Has Collapsed The Same As The Twin Towers Did Before Or After 911. 01:34:32 - A Plane Crashed Into The Empire State Building In 1945 - IT DIDNT COLLAPSE 01:36:54 - Fire Does Not Melt Steel 01:39:53 - Floor Trusses - THEY WERE NOT WEAK
911 PART 2.1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t90GYu9vlHA&t=2100s
0:00 - Debunking The Floor Truss Theory Continued 2:37 - Controlled Demolition And Explosives - THE EVIDENCE 12:19 - Molten Steel + Thermite (An Explosive Compound) 23:15 - Lasagne Steel + Glowing Red Steel Cover Up 25:12 - A BOMB THAT FAILED TO DETONATE FOUND AT GROUND ZERO 33:16 - THE NEW WORLD ORDER - FACT NOT FICTION 44:49 - Sub Basement And Other Explosions Before Plane Strike 01:07:34 - Testimony of David Long - Eye Witness 01:15:29 - Fire Fighters - Explosions - Explosive Testimonies 01:30:47 - Sabotage of Elevators - RIGGED WITH BOMBS 02:08:35 - Office And Basement Explosions 02:10:26 Sabotage of Emergency Back Up Generators - RIGGED WITH BOMBS
911 PART 2.2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8ljJDn6uos&t=10s
0:00 - World Trade Centre Complex 2:40 - Operations Command Centre (OCC) - Evacuated Early 04:58 - Secret Security Command Centre (SCC) + Mechanical Equipment Rooms BOMBED 17:54 - Power Cut Off To Elevators 19:34 - A Firefighters Worst Nightmare 30:00 - The South Tower - DEMOLITION 37:06 - The North Tower - DEMOLITION 44:36 - Visible Smoke At Bottom of Towers From Basement Explosions 45:35 - Ground Zero 52:40 - WTC Cover Up - Controlled Demolition Inc. 01:00:21 - Profiting From 911 - SAIC 01:20:42 - Turner Construction 01:23:17 - Manhattan Demolition Truck Seen On 911 01:26:10 - Mark Dayton Lied About 911 01:28:00 - NORAD JET FIGHTERS DEPLOYED OVER 200 MILES FROM NEW YORK ON 911 01:30:13 - NORAD And Dick Cheney 01:37:03 - Hijacked Planes Flew Directly Over American Air Force Bases Without Causing Any Suspicion? 01:39:50 - Operation Northwood - PROBLEM - REACTION - SOLUTION 01:42:32 - The Truth About MALAYSIAN FLIGHT MH370
911 PART 2.3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9z9kh9v8j4&t=807s
0:00 - Convar - PROOF INSIDER TRADING TOOK PLACE ON 911 - $100 MILLION DOLLARS TRANSFERRED MINUTES BEFORE THE DETONATION 07:21 - 911 Key Witnessed And Activists Who Were Silenced 38:20- Evidence of NO PLANES Hitting The Towers (Parts 1-4) 40:05 - NO PLANES - PART 1 - 4 Separate Videos Showing Towers Just Exploding - NO PLANES. 42:05 - NO PLANES - PART 2 - Wing Goes Behind Building - CGI ERROR 42:39 - NO PLANES - PART 3 - Testimony of John Lear - EX CIA PILOT 01:07:11 - NO PLANES - PART 3 - Every Plane Has Unique Serial Numbers On All Its Parts - No Part Has Ever Been Proven To Be From Any Alleged Plane Used On 911 - THE GOVERNMENT HAS KEPT THE ID NUMBERS SECRET FOR 19 YEARS - WHY? 01:15:26 - Architects + Engineers For 911 Truth 01:17:00 - Building 7 - Purposely Omitted From The 911 Report 01:23:07 - NIST Didn't Find Any Evidence For Explosives - THATS BECAUSE NIST DIDNT TEST FOR EXPLOSIVES - HOW CAN YOU SAY THERE IS NO EVIDENCE FOR EXPLOSIVES IF YOU DIDNT EVEN TEST FOR EXPLOSIVES? 01:28:55 - Building 7 Continued - SINGLE COLLUM COLLAPSE? 01:41:32 - Freedom Of Information Images Released 14 Years Later - PROVE BOMBS WERE PLANTED BELOW THE IMPACT HOLE.
DOWNLOAD ALL 911 PDF HERE:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/t5ixbiqj7veku4z/TRUTHGATE_-_911_-_PART_1_-_CORRECT_VERSION.pdf/file
http://www.mediafire.com/file/wy2p62kmef5ycvc/TRUTHGATE_-_911_PART_2.pdf/file
http://www.mediafire.com/file/w7tq3edsdt593n6/TRUTHGATE_-_911_PART_3.pdf/file
There is more content in my PDFS. My videos are being taken down on youtube and showing as "error 404" on bit chute.
TRUTHGATE PART 3 = THE TRUTH ABOUT THE WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST
DOWNLOAD MIDDLE EAST PDF HERE:http://www.mediafire.com/file/v4wz4t7c3j8dh2n/TRUTHGATE_-_LIES_ABOUT_THE_MIDDLE_EAST.pdf/file
TRUTHGATE PART 4 = WHO REALLY CONTROLS THE WORLD?
"soon to be released"
Thanks for reading PART 2. Keep checking this post as I will edit and add PARTS 3 very soon! For now you can read the original #FREEDOMGATE post which outlines all the details here: https://www.reddit.com/conspiracy/comments/gcxioi/freedomgate_the_revolution_of_the_human_race_is/
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2020.04.01 06:42 seanspeaks77 Freedom Gate = The Revolution Of Humanity Is Now

Freedom Gate = The Revolution Of Humanity Is Now "Hello People of Reddit. I bring to you... FREEDOMGATE
What is Freedom Gate?
Freedom Gate is my creation. Its basically an accumulation of videos and presentations I've put together to expose the ruling elite or new world order agenda on planet earth. I have dedicated my life to unraveling this concept to determine if its real or if its just a theory. I can conclusively tell you at the age of 26 that the new world order really does exist, evil people are controlling world affairs and everything that happens in our world benefits the 1% of the population and not the 99%. If we don't take action and do something soon they are going to take all our rights and freedoms away with this coronavirus outbreak by indicting martial law. They are just getting us use to the idea of a militarised police state but eventually it will become permanent. A totalitarian world government that only benefits the people at the top whilst the rest of us are tagged and quarantined with radio frequency identity tags to make us easier to control.
THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE IS STRONGER THAN THE PEOPLE IN POWER.
I have spent the last 2 years of my life putting solid, hardcore and factual information together that proves we have been lied to about all main historical events. What makes you think this coronavirus outbreak is any different? If we don't take action and stand up for ourselves were all screwed. Its the events of the past and action of our governments that have shaped the present. We must understand the events of the past if we are ever to understand why the world is the way it is today.
THE TIME TO ACT IS NOW
First watch my introductory video on freedomgate = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoZj8JCgk0o
Freedom Gate is split into 7 categories:
1 = PIZZAGATE
2 = THE 5G NETWORK IS THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER AGENDA
3 = TRUTHGATE
PART 1 = WHAT IS ALTERNATIVE NEWS
PART 2 = 911 (PARTS 1-3)
PART 3 = THE TRUTH ABOUT THE WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST
PART 4 = WHO REALLY CONTROLS THE WORLD
4 = ASCENSIONGATE
5 = IRISGATE
6= CORRUPTIONGATE
7 = MEDIAGATE

Breakdown of my work available as PDF or videos.
PIZZGATE
Pizzagate is real. my presentations prove that there is enough evidence for law enforcement to open up an investigation. Please look at the material in your own time.
PART 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VKNxHpRSO0&t=6573s
0:00 - John Podesta's Creepy Emails 09:53 - John and Tony Podesta 21:12 - Comet Ping Pong/Pizza 39:39- James Alefantis - Jimmy Commet Instagram Profile 01:26:24 - Wherkinonmahnightcheese Instagram Profile - CHILD SIZED COFFINS 01:28:29 - Pegasus Museum - Location of The Kill Room 01:42:12 - Underground Tunnels 01:49:43 - Pegasus Museum - Amos Connection - Child Sacrifice Worship
pizzagate part 1 pdf download = http://www.mediafire.com/file/jc5qvvjpemhbqpm/PART_1_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtE-WpMhjfo&t=5636s
0:00 - James Alefantis Threatens To Kill Researcher (Ryan O'neill) For Kill Room Video 10:14 - The Dark Truth - Child Torture 16:00 - Paedophile Symbols Known To The FBI 42:41 - Beyond Borders - Clinton Foundation 48:42 - Laura Silsby - Convicted Child Trafficker Saved By The Clinton Mafia 57:16 - Anthony Weiner, Hume Abedin, Hilary Clinton Connection 01:03:50 - Seth Rich 01:15:52 - Huma Abedins Connection To The Muslim Brotherhood - How The West Created Extremist Ideologies To Promote Violence Worldwide
pizzagate part 2 pdf download = http://www.mediafire.com/file/vkwn4mfxtrbxylx/PART_2_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART 3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tULHUwKjMQ&t=3s
0:00 - How The UK and Western Nations Fund Terrorism 48:50 - Conclusion on Huma Abedin's Connections With The Muslim Brotherhood 01:02:54 - Jeffery Epstein, The Clintons and Orgy Island 01:18:27 - FBI Anonymous 01:27:37 - The Washington DC Spider Web
pizzagate part 3 pdf download = http://www.mediafire.com/file/qupuqfta30oeyde/PART_3_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART 4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZjLxSArk7M&t=1820s
0:00 - James Alefantis's Powerful Connections in Washington DC 02:50 - James Alefantis, Coded Language, Symbolism and Occult Hidden Messages 27:53 - James Alefantis and Marina Abrovamich Connection 01:00:23 - Thought Provoking Truth - The Elite Power Structure on Planet Earth 01:11:40 - THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE IS STRONGER THAN THE PEOPLE IN POWER 01:26:13 - Obvious Media Cover Up of Pizzagate 01:36:35 - "Fake News" term Was Created By The Media Because Of The Pizzagate Scandal
Final pizzagate download = http://www.mediafire.com/file/kvshowp8uk9qpqc/PART_4_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file
PART 5 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEj9W9IL9-c
0:00 - Hacker "Big Fish" Finds Child Porn Hidden on Comet Pizza Servers 3:00 - Commet Pizza False Flag Shooting 8:25 - Crisis Actors 25:01 - Hacker "Big Fish" Reports Findings To FBI + Hidden Blockchain Network Found On Comet Pizza Severs For Elite Individuals 37:11 - Palintir - Quin Michaels Research 45:58 Pizzagate Death Threats To Credible Researchers Trying To Expose This Scandal 47:55 - Silencing Ben Swann 49:05 - How The CIA Procure Children For The Elite 55:31 - Potential Video of John Pedestal Abusing a Child 01:05:08 - DEMAND A NON-BIAS LAW ENFORCEMENT INVESTIGATION INTO PIZZAGATE IMMEDIATELY WHICH IS OPEN TO PUBLIC SCRUTINY AND INVOLVEMENT 02:12:00 - What Needs To Happen Next
PART 6 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM68PS8MTbg&t=1s
0:00 - Pizzagate Special Mentions 06:51 - Robertos Pizza and Its Connections 29:18 - Marina Abromovich - Random Acts Connection

The 5G NETWORK IS THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER AGENDA
5G PDF DOWNLOAD http://www.mediafire.com/file/k8zmqq7izinaowh/5G_-_GATE.pdf/file
PART 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BttIfD-WzGg
0:00 - 5G Intro 11:10 - Microwave Warefare 19:38 - Radar + Radiation 27:06 - The 5G Infrastructure 37:43 - 5G and Chemtrails 48:07 - Leaked Nasa Document (The War of The Future Will Be Between The Government and The People) 53:24 - Chemtrails and Morgellons Connection 59:54 - The 5G Network Is The Foundation For The Internet of Things (IOT) 01:12:37 - Cashless Society, Contactless Payments, and Radio Frequency Identity Tags (RFID) Chipping Agenda
PART 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4X-emskJ3I&t=1s
0:00 - The Internet of Things, Radio Frequency Identity Tags (RFID) and The Migration To Totally Digital Bank Accounts 05:30 - Artificial Intelligence 09:50 - How Technology Is Passed Down To The Masses 15:15 - The Secret Space Programme Connection 19:08 - Brief History of The Secret Space Programme 24:15 - Operation Highjump 28:18 - Admiral Byrd Granted Passage Into Hollow Earth 33:33 - Washington DC UFO Incident 34:40 - Operation Paperclip 39:35 - Conclusion On Where Artificial Intelligence Came From 40:07 - Artificial Intelligence and War 42:42 - Artificial Intelligence, 5G and The Internet of Things Connection 46:18 - Artificial Intelligence Conclusion 48:48 - The Space Fence 01:02:38 - Who Is Behind The 5G Rollout? 01:05:40 - 5G Network Giants - Vodafone and Telefonica
PART 3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DJQp9h40Ek&t=3s
0:00 - World Health Organisations View On Health Risks Associated With Electromagnetic Field (EMF) Exposure 07:10 - Telefonicas View On On Health Risks Associated With Electromagnetic Field (EMF) Exposure 13:13 - Cornerstone Telecommunications Infrastructure Limited (CTIL) 25:15 - International Commission On Non-Ionizing Radiation Protection (ICNIRP) 54:37 - The Case of Eileen Cooper 56:56 - Human Health Effects of EMF: The Cost of Doing Nothing
PART 4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nl2SGKYt1Ts&t=110s
0:00 - Microwaving The World: The Electromagnetic Pollution 1:34 - 7 Ways EMF Technology Seriously Threatens Entire Populations 3:30 - Frequency 05:50 - Transhumanism 11:52 - The Synthetic Agenda 32:32 - Artificial Intelligence Used In The Telecommunication Industry 34:45 - Stop Stingray Surveillance 38:45 - The True Dangers of Airport Security Scanners 50:13 - Accountability

TRUTHGATE
PART 1 = WHAT IS ALTERNATIVE NEWS? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPl_laOv7As&t=3792s
0:00 - Truthgate Introduction 04:16 - What Is Alternative News? 07:44 - PROBLEM - REACTION - SOLUTION - Explained 14:28 - Okay So, Ive Made An Archeological Discovery... 17:36 - The Vatican Has 54 MILES of Forbidden Archives Underground. This Is Where They Hide Advanced Technology And Ancient Artefacts About The Origin of The Human Race And Our Cosmic Heritage. 19:27 - Vaccines 20:59 - Genetically Modified Foods 22:09 - Fukushima 29:25 - False Flags
PDF = http://www.mediafire.com/file/u58bnvsxugo33hz/TRUTHGATE_-_ALTERNATIVE_NEWS.pdf/file
TRUTHGATE PART 2 = 911 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCP3Leq3qjI&t=1366s
0:00 - Is 911 The Biggest False Flag in History? YOU DECIDE 06:49 - No Warnings 10:28 - 19 -Highjackers? 15:38 - Osama Bin Laden - A CIA Assett 19:58 - The Pentagon Missile 24:50 - Shanksville Flight 93 - A Hole In The Ground 27:50 - World Trade Centres - Pre 911 30:31 - World Trade Centres Structural Support 34:52 - World Trade Centre Elevators 36:48 - The Bath Tub - Water Tight Seal Built Into The Foundations 39:18 - World Trade Centre Construction 41:12 - September 11th 2001 41:55 - Pancake Theory - A Think Tank Creation To Conceal Which Was Obviously a Demolition 48:22 - Buildings Free Fall Collapse Into Its Own Footprint 56:51 - True Volume of Jet Fuel In Each Plane 01:02:38 - Federal Emergency Management Agency - FEMA 01:05:33 - What Is Jet Fuel? + Jet Fuel Only Burns When You Atomize It 01:08:53 - The Towers Empty Floors - Derelict Buildings 01:12:41 - Safety Measures Against Fires 01:16:33 - World Trade Centre Sprinkler System - 55,000 GALLONS OF WATER A MINUTE. 01:26:37 - Building Fire Examples - No Building Has Collapsed The Same As The Twin Towers Did Before Or After 911. 01:34:32 - A Plane Crashed Into The Empire State Building In 1945 - IT DIDNT COLLAPSE 01:36:54 - Fire Does Not Melt Steel 01:39:53 - Floor Trusses - THEY WERE NOT WEAK
911 PART 2.1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t90GYu9vlHA&t=2100s
0:00 - Debunking The Floor Truss Theory Continued 2:37 - Controlled Demolition And Explosives - THE EVIDENCE 12:19 - Molten Steel + Thermite (An Explosive Compound) 23:15 - Lasagne Steel + Glowing Red Steel Cover Up 25:12 - A BOMB THAT FAILED TO DETONATE FOUND AT GROUND ZERO 33:16 - THE NEW WORLD ORDER - FACT NOT FICTION 44:49 - Sub Basement And Other Explosions Before Plane Strike 01:07:34 - Testimony of David Long - Eye Witness 01:15:29 - Fire Fighters - Explosions - Explosive Testimonies 01:30:47 - Sabotage of Elevators - RIGGED WITH BOMBS 02:08:35 - Office And Basement Explosions 02:10:26 Sabotage of Emergency Back Up Generators - RIGGED WITH BOMBS
911 PART 2.2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8ljJDn6uos&t=10s
0:00 - World Trade Centre Complex 2:40 - Operations Command Centre (OCC) - Evacuated Early 04:58 - Secret Security Command Centre (SCC) + Mechanical Equipment Rooms BOMBED 17:54 - Power Cut Off To Elevators 19:34 - A Firefighters Worst Nightmare 30:00 - The South Tower - DEMOLITION 37:06 - The North Tower - DEMOLITION 44:36 - Visible Smoke At Bottom of Towers From Basement Explosions 45:35 - Ground Zero 52:40 - WTC Cover Up - Controlled Demolition Inc. 01:00:21 - Profiting From 911 - SAIC 01:20:42 - Turner Construction 01:23:17 - Manhattan Demolition Truck Seen On 911 01:26:10 - Mark Dayton Lied About 911 01:28:00 - NORAD JET FIGHTERS DEPLOYED OVER 200 MILES FROM NEW YORK ON 911 01:30:13 - NORAD And Dick Cheney 01:37:03 - Hijacked Planes Flew Directly Over American Air Force Bases Without Causing Any Suspicion? 01:39:50 - Operation Northwood - PROBLEM - REACTION - SOLUTION 01:42:32 - The Truth About MALAYSIAN FLIGHT MH370
911 PART 2.3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9z9kh9v8j4&t=807s
0:00 - Convar - PROOF INSIDER TRADING TOOK PLACE ON 911 - $100 MILLION DOLLARS TRANSFERRED MINUTES BEFORE THE DETONATION 07:21 - 911 Key Witnessed And Activists Who Were Silenced 38:20- Evidence of NO PLANES Hitting The Towers (Parts 1-4) 40:05 - NO PLANES - PART 1 - 4 Separate Videos Showing Towers Just Exploding - NO PLANES. 42:05 - NO PLANES - PART 2 - Wing Goes Behind Building - CGI ERROR 42:39 - NO PLANES - PART 3 - Testimony of John Lear - EX CIA PILOT 01:07:11 - NO PLANES - PART 3 - Every Plane Has Unique Serial Numbers On All Its Parts - No Part Has Ever Been Proven To Be From Any Alleged Plane Used On 911 - THE GOVERNMENT HAS KEPT THE ID NUMBERS SECRET FOR 19 YEARS - WHY? 01:15:26 - Architects + Engineers For 911 Truth 01:17:00 - Building 7 - Purposely Omitted From The 911 Report 01:23:07 - NIST Didn't Find Any Evidence For Explosives - THATS BECAUSE NIST DIDNT TEST FOR EXPLOSIVES - HOW CAN YOU SAY THERE IS NO EVIDENCE FOR EXPLOSIVES IF YOU DIDNT EVEN TEST FOR EXPLOSIVES? 01:28:55 - Building 7 Continued - SINGLE COLLUM COLLAPSE? 01:41:32 - Freedom Of Information Images Released 14 Years Later - PROVE BOMBS WERE PLANTED BELOW THE IMPACT HOLE.
DOWNLOAD ALL 911 PDF HERE:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/t5ixbiqj7veku4z/TRUTHGATE_-_911_-_PART_1_-_CORRECT_VERSION.pdf/file
http://www.mediafire.com/file/wy2p62kmef5ycvc/TRUTHGATE_-_911_PART_2.pdf/file
http://www.mediafire.com/file/w7tq3edsdt593n6/TRUTHGATE_-_911_PART_3.pdf/file
There is more content in my PDFS. My videos are being taken down on youtube and showing as "error 404" on bit chute.

TRUTHGATE PART 3 = THE TRUTH ABOUT THE WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST
DOWNLOAD MIDDLE EAST PDF HERE: http://www.mediafire.com/file/v4wz4t7c3j8dh2n/TRUTHGATE_-_LIES_ABOUT_THE_MIDDLE_EAST.pdf/file

TRUTHGATE PART 4 = WHO REALLY CONTROLS THE WORLD?
"soon to be released"
ASCENSIONGATE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trqJ1Ka9WFY
Ascensiongate is all about my spiritual awakening. It is me sharing my truth of what it means to be a divine angelic human, humanities true cosmic heritage and how Jesus Christ, Spirituality Aliens and Starseeds are all connected.
IIRISGATE - A FREE, NATURAL AND PROVEN WAY TO CURE CANCER, CORONAVIRUS AND CHLAMYDIA
Irisgate all about Iridology. Your eyeball is a map for everything that is happening inside you at a cellular level. 99% of health problems we suffer as a species can be cured very easily. Cancer and coronavirus included. We need to push this because this is how we fight against the vaccine they are going to try and bring out. Ive nearly finished my video/presentation on it. Soon to be released.
PART 1 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOH_TU6meZY
PART 2 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOTTH9u8asA
IRISGATE PDF DOWNLOAD = http://www.mediafire.com/file/ld0hme8romztqi2/IRISGATE_-_How_To_Cure_Cancer%252C_Coronavirus_and_99%2525_of_Health_Problems_Worldwide_For_Free_and_Naturally.pdf/file
CORRUPTIONGATE
Corruptiongate is about what happened to me. I was framed by the police in the United Kingdom and Ireland because of how deep my research Is and the powerful people it exposed. This is why I have spent 2 years of my life compiling all this research. No one can come at me and called me a "crazy conspiracy theorist', a "tin foil hat head' or "fake news". My research is truthful, factual and legitimate. End of story. Im not going down without a fight. Everything I am doing is to prove my innocence. I will not stop until justice is served for myself and the human race. I will be releasing the videos very soon so they are in the public eye but for now my main attention is the manufactured pandemic which is the corona virus. We mustily unite, rise up and purge the evil from this world. "videos soon to follow"
3 Best videos I've seen on the Coronavirus - MUST WATCH
Ex Vodafone Boss Blows The Whistle = https://www.brighteon.com/18a673d2-d9f2-4033-8899-e1cb42632dc9
Londonreal David Icke Part 1 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMTZu6_TjU8
Londonreal David Icke Part 2 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XARabvY6MBo&feature=youtu.be

MEDIAGATE
Mediagate is about how the media will try and discredit my research and my story. The mainstream media is the biggest weapon of mass destruction because they poison our minds with propaganda and spin one sided narratives.

EACH SECTION OF FREEDOMGATE IS LINKED WITH A COLOUR OF THE RAINBOW

PIZZAGATE = RED
5G-GATE = ORANGE
TRUTHGATE = YELLOW
ASCENSIONGATE = GREEN
IRISGATE = BLUE
CORRUPTIONGATE = INDIGO
MEDIAGATE = VIOLET
When sharing or discussing these subjects wear the colour of the subject your most passionate about. If your passionate about the entirety of freedomgate and just want freedom and justice for the entire human race then wear colours of the rainbow.
WE ARE ALL WARRIORS OF THE RAINBOW. THE HOPE RAINBOW WARRIORS PROPHECY IS NOW.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isYtCjDLS8U
If you appreciate my work you can support me with a donation on PayPal.
PayPal Email: [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])"


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2020.03.04 00:03 seanspeaks77 Hidden heritage porn

please archive and share my research - i have picture evidence of a bomb found in the rubble of ground zero - make this viral Freedom Gate

What is Freedom Gate?

Freedom Gate is my creation. Its basically an accumulation of videos and presentations I've put together to expose the new world order agenda. Some will argue it doesn't exits, others will know it does. The point is my presentations prove we have been lied to about true historical events and if we let this agenda continue its only going to benefit the 99% of humanity and not the 1%, the likes of you and me. Its the events of the past that have shaped the present. We must understand the events of the past if we are ever to understand the present.

Freedom Gate is split into 7 categories:
1 = pizzagate

2 = The 5G Network

3 = Truthgate
part 1 = What is Alternative news?
part 2 = 911 (parts 1- 3)
part 3 = The truth about the wars in the Middle East
part 4 = Who really controls the world?

4 = Soon to be released
5 = Soon to be released
6= Soon to be released
7 = Soon to be released

Here is a break down of my work and why its so important we bring awareness to these subjects as soon as possible.

Subject 1 = pizzagate

pizzagate is real. my presentations prove that there is enough evidence for law enforcement to open up an investigation. Im not going to discuss pizzagate here as I know it was banned from reddit and moved to vote. But the material is there for you to look at in your own time.

pizzagate part 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VKNxHpRSO0&t=6573s
0:00 - John Podesta's Creepy Emails 09:53 - John and Tony Podesta 21:12 - Comet Ping Pong/Pizza 39:39 - James Alefantis - Jimmy Commet Instagram Profile 01:26:24 - Wherkinonmahnightcheese Instagram Profile - CHILD SIZED COFFINS 01:28:29 - Pegasus Museum - Location of The Kill Room 01:42:12 - Underground Tunnels 01:49:43 - Pegasus Museum - Amos Connection - Child Sacrifice Worship

pizzagate part 1 pdf download = http://www.mediafire.com/file/9kc3qotlkhmj460/PART_1_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file

pizzagate part 2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtE-WpMhjfo&t=5636s
0:00 - James Alefantis Threatens To Kill Researcher (Ryan O'neill) For Kill Room Video 10:14 - The Dark Truth - Child Torture 16:00 - Paedophile Symbols Known To The FBI 42:41 - Beyond Borders - Clinton Foundation 48:42 - Laura Silsby - Convicted Child Trafficker Saved By The Clinton Mafia 57:16 - Anthony Weiner, Hume Abedin, Hilary Clinton Connection 01:03:50 - Seth Rich 01:15:52 - Huma Abedins Connection To The Muslim Brotherhood - How The West Created Extremist Ideologies To Promote Violence Worldwide
pizzagate part 2 pdf download = http://www.mediafire.com/file/ehxijzcutqsdnbi/PART_2_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file

pizzagate part 3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tULHUwKjMQ&t=3s
0:00 - How The UK and Western Nations Fund Terrorism 48:50 - Conclusion on Huma Abedin's Connections With The Muslim Brotherhood 01:02:54 - Jeffery Epstein, The Clintons and Orgy Island 01:18:27 - FBI Anonymous 01:27:37 - The Washington DC Spider Web
http://www.mediafire.com/file/8bwqn5gpadyw3uw/PART_3_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file

pizzagate part 4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZjLxSArk7M&t=1820s
0:00 - James Alefantis's Powerful Connections in Washington DC 02:50 - James Alefantis, Coded Language, Symbolism and Occult Hidden Messages 27:53 - James Alefantis and Marina Abrovamich Connection 01:00:23 - Thought Provoking Truth - The Elite Power Structure on Planet Earth 01:11:40 - THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE IS STRONGER THAN THE PEOPLE IN POWER 01:26:13 - Obvious Media Cover Up of Pizzagate 01:36:35 - "Fake News" term Was Created By The Media Because Of The Pizzagate Scandal
http://www.mediafire.com/file/dygkc21sxqkhig6/PART_4_-_The_Truth_About_Pizzagate_%2528Killing_Children%2529.pdf/file

pizzagate part 5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEj9W9IL9-c
0:00 - Hacker "Big Fish" Finds Child Porn Hidden on Comet Pizza Servers 3:00 - Commet Pizza False Flag Shooting 8:25 - Crisis Actors 25:01 - Hacker "Big Fish" Reports Findings To FBI + Hidden Blockchain Network Found On Comet Pizza Severs For Elite Individuals 37:11 - Palintir - Quin Michaels Research 45:58 Pizzagate Death Threats To Credible Researchers Trying To Expose This Scandal 47:55 - Silencing Ben Swann 49:05 - How The CIA Procure Children For The Elite 55:31 - Potential Video of John Pedestal Abusing a Child 01:05:08 - DEMAND A NON-BIAS LAW ENFORCEMENT INVESTIGATION INTO PIZZAGATE IMMEDIATELY WHICH IS OPEN TO PUBLIC SCRUTINY AND INVOLVEMENT 02:12:00 - What Needs To Happen Next

pizzagate part 6
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QM68PS8MTbg&t=1s
0:00 - Pizzagate Special Mentions 06:51 - Robertos Pizza and Its Connections 29:18 - Marina Abromovich - Random Acts Connection



Subject 2 = The 5G Network
the 5g network is the physical manifestation of the new world order.
5G Pdf download = http://www.mediafire.com/file/75i8w4zh9p2jirb/5G_-_GATE.pdf/file

5g video 1 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BttIfD-WzGg
0:00 - 5G Intro 11:10 - Microwave Warefare 19:38 - Radar + Radiation 27:06 - The 5G Infrastructure 37:43 - 5G and Chemtrails 48:07 - Leaked Nasa Document (The War of The Future Will Be Between The Government and The People) 53:24 - Chemtrails and Morgellons Connection 59:54 - The 5G Network Is The Foundation For The Internet of Things (IOT) 01:12:37 - Cashless Society, Contactless Payments, and Radio Frequency Identity Tags (RFID) Chipping Agenda

5g video 2 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4X-emskJ3I&t=1s
0:00 - The Internet of Things, Radio Frequency Identity Tags (RFID) and The Migration To Totally Digital Bank Accounts 05:30 - Artificial Intelligence 09:50 - How Technology Is Passed Down To The Masses 15:15 - The Secret Space Programme Connection 19:08 - Brief History of The Secret Space Programme 24:15 - Operation Highjump 28:18 - Admiral Byrd Granted Passage Into Hollow Earth 33:33 - Washington DC UFO Incident 34:40 - Operation Paperclip 39:35 - Conclusion On Where Artificial Intelligence Came From 40:07 - Artificial Intelligence and War 42:42 - Artificial Intelligence, 5G and The Internet of Things Connection 46:18 - Artificial Intelligence Conclusion 48:48 - The Space Fence 01:02:38 - Who Is Behind The 5G Rollout? 01:05:40 - 5G Network Giants - Vodafone and Telefonica
5g video 3 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DJQp9h40Ek&t=3s
0:00 - World Health Organisations View On Health Risks Associated With Electromagnetic Field (EMF) Exposure 07:10 - Telefonicas View On On Health Risks Associated With Electromagnetic Field (EMF) Exposure 13:13 - Cornerstone Telecommunications Infrastructure Limited (CTIL) 25:15 - International Commission On Non-Ionizing Radiation Protection (ICNIRP) 54:37 - The Case of Eileen Cooper 56:56 - Human Health Effects of EMF: The Cost of Doing Nothing

5g video 4 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nl2SGKYt1Ts&t=110s
0:00 - Microwaving The World: The Electromagnetic Pollution 1:34 - 7 Ways EMF Technology Seriously Threatens Entire Populations 3:30 - Frequency 05:50 - Transhumanism 11:52 - The Synthetic Agenda 32:32 - Artificial Intelligence Used In The Telecommunication Industry 34:45 - Stop Stingray Surveillance 38:45 - The True Dangers of Airport Security Scanners 50:13 - Accountability


Subject 3 = Truthgate

Truthgate part 1 = What is Alternative news?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPl_laOv7As&t=3792s
0:00 - Truthgate Introduction 04:16 - What Is Alternative News? 07:44 - PROBLEM - REACTION - SOLUTION - Explained 14:28 - Okay So, Ive Made An Archeological Discovery... 17:36 - The Vatican Has 54 MILES of Forbidden Archives Underground. This Is Where They Hide Advanced Technology And Ancient Artefacts About The Origin of The Human Race And Our Cosmic Heritage. 19:27 - Vaccines 20:59 - Genetically Modified Foods 22:09 - Fukushima 29:25 - False Flags

Truthgate part 2 = 911
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCP3Leq3qjI&t=1366s
0:00 - Is 911 The Biggest False Flag in History? YOU DECIDE 06:49 - No Warnings 10:28 - 19 -Highjackers? 15:38 - Osama Bin Laden - A CIA Assett 19:58 - The Pentagon Missile 24:50 - Shanksville Flight 93 - A Hole In The Ground 27:50 - World Trade Centres - Pre 911 30:31 - World Trade Centres Structural Support 34:52 - World Trade Centre Elevators 36:48 - The Bath Tub - Water Tight Seal Built Into The Foundations 39:18 - World Trade Centre Construction 41:12 - September 11th 2001 41:55 - Pancake Theory - A Think Tank Creation To Conceal Which Was Obviously a Demolition 48:22 - Buildings Free Fall Collapse Into Its Own Footprint 56:51 - True Volume of Jet Fuel In Each Plane 01:02:38 - Federal Emergency Management Agency - FEMA 01:05:33 - What Is Jet Fuel? + Jet Fuel Only Burns When You Atomize It 01:08:53 - The Towers Empty Floors - Derelict Buildings 01:12:41 - Safety Measures Against Fires 01:16:33 - World Trade Centre Sprinkler System - 55,000 GALLONS OF WATER A MINUTE. 01:26:37 - Building Fire Examples - No Building Has Collapsed The Same As The Twin Towers Did Before Or After 911. 01:34:32 - A Plane Crashed Into The Empire State Building In 1945 - IT DIDNT COLLAPSE 01:36:54 - Fire Does Not Melt Steel 01:39:53 - Floor Trusses - THEY WERE NOT WEAK

911 part 2.1 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t90GYu9vlHA&t=2100s
0:00 - Debunking The Floor Truss Theory Continued 2:37 - Controlled Demolition And Explosives - THE EVIDENCE 12:19 - Molten Steel + Thermite (An Explosive Compound) 23:15 - Lasagne Steel + Glowing Red Steel Cover Up 25:12 - A BOMB THAT FAILED TO DETONATE FOUND AT GROUND ZERO 33:16 - THE NEW WORLD ORDER - FACT NOT FICTION 44:49 - Sub Basement And Other Explosions Before Plane Strike 01:07:34 - Testimony of David Long - Eye Witness 01:15:29 - Fire Fighters - Explosions - Explosive Testimonies 01:30:47 - Sabotage of Elevators - RIGGED WITH BOMBS 02:08:35 - Office And Basement Explosions 02:10:26 Sabotage of Emergency Back Up Generators - RIGGED WITH BOMBS

911 part 2.3 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8ljJDn6uos&t=10s
0:00 - World Trade Centre Complex 2:40 - Operations Command Centre (OCC) - Evacuated Early 04:58 - Secret Security Command Centre (SCC) + Mechanical Equipment Rooms BOMBED 17:54 - Power Cut Off To Elevators 19:34 - A Firefighters Worst Nightmare 30:00 - The South Tower - DEMOLITION 37:06 - The North Tower - DEMOLITION 44:36 - Visible Smoke At Bottom of Towers From Basement Explosions 45:35 - Ground Zero 52:40 - WTC Cover Up - Controlled Demolition Inc. 01:00:21 - Profiting From 911 - SAIC 01:20:42 - Turner Construction 01:23:17 - Manhattan Demolition Truck Seen On 911 01:26:10 - Mark Dayton Lied About 911 01:28:00 - NORAD JET FIGHTERS DEPLOYED OVER 200 MILES FROM NEW YORK ON 911 01:30:13 - NORAD And Dick Cheney 01:37:03 - Hijacked Planes Flew Directly Over American Air Force Bases Without Causing Any Suspicion? 01:39:50 - Operation Northwood - PROBLEM - REACTION - SOLUTION 01:42:32 - The Truth About MALAYSIAN FLIGHT MH370

911 part 2.4 = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9z9kh9v8j4&t=807s
0:00 - Convar - PROOF INSIDER TRADING TOOK PLACE ON 911 - $100 MILLION DOLLARS TRANSFERRED MINUTES BEFORE THE DETONATION 07:21 - 911 Key Witnessed And Activists Who Were Silenced 38:20 - Evidence of NO PLANES Hitting The Towers (Parts 1-4) 40:05 - NO PLANES - PART 1 - 4 Separate Videos Showing Towers Just Exploding - NO PLANES. 42:05 - NO PLANES - PART 2 - Wing Goes Behind Building - CGI ERROR 42:39 - NO PLANES - PART 3 - Testimony of John Lear - EX CIA PILOT 01:07:11 - NO PLANES - PART 3 - Every Plane Has Unique Serial Numbers On All Its Parts - No Part Has Ever Been Proven To Be From Any Alleged Plane Used On 911 - THE GOVERNMENT HAS KEPT THE ID NUMBERS SECRET FOR 19 YEARS - WHY? 01:15:26 - Architects + Engineers For 911 Truth 01:17:00 - Building 7 - Purposely Omitted From The 911 Report 01:23:07 - NIST Didn't Find Any Evidence For Explosives - THATS BECAUSE NIST DIDNT TEST FOR EXPLOSIVES - HOW CAN YOU SAY THERE IS NO EVIDENCE FOR EXPLOSIVES IF YOU DIDNT EVEN TEST FOR EXPLOSIVES? 01:28:55 - Building 7 Continued - SINGLE COLLUM COLLAPSE? 01:41:32 - Freedom Of Information Images Released 14 Years Later - PROVE BOMBS WERE PLANTED BELOW THE IMPACT HOLE.

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I write horror stories. I live and breathe the genre. Writing scary prose isn't just a hobby for me: it's my passion.
So imagine my surprise when I was asked to write a biography. No, not for Stephen King or Edgar Allan Poe. But an authorized biography for the one and only Nicki Minaj. Yeah, I was shocked too when I first read that mysterious e-mail.
The offer even said I'd be given full credit... not to mention insane pay. And all I had to do was just give the L.A. phone number a call...
To my surprise, a familiar female voice answered. The unmistakable charismatic and playful tone I'd heard on hit radio since 2010. My college celebrity crush: Nicki. And she sounded overjoyed to be talking to me! Her contagious laughter sweeter than John and Paul's harmonies.
Nicki told me she loved my stories. She praised the scares, the twists, prose, even the Goddamn similes. And most of all, she was impressed by the diversity of my casts.
Here I was standing alone in my girlfriend Ashley's apartment. Just finding out Nicki Minaj had been my cheerleader all along...
She didn't stop there either. The authorized biography meant I'd get the chance to spend time with the artist herself. A one-way ticket to Beverly Hills she was paying for!
"Thank you!" I said to her. "This is gonna be so amazing. My girlfriend loves you! Ashley's gonna lose her shit when she gets to meet you!"
"Well, we can all meet when the book's done."
Slight disappointment sunk into me. "When it's done?"
"Yeah. We can't have no distractions, Rhonnie. We gotta sacrifice!"
Hesitant, I leaned against the kitchen counter. "So I'm going by myself?"
"Look, my man ain't gonna be there either," Nicki continued. "It's just gonna be us geniuses. That's how I like to work."
Of course, my cynical dark passenger kept me from being too overjoyed. But deep down, I wanted this to be true. My future of being a full-time, professional writer looked set. Nicki Minaj had rescued me from obscurity. And in turn, she likely paved the way for Ash and I's inevitable marriage.
Once Ashley got home, I shared the insane news. She was happy. Like a tween ready to meet her favorite pop singer, she broke down in excited screams.
"Oh my God, Nicki called you!" Ashley yelled. She gave me a ferocious bear hug. "See! I told you you'd be famous!" Her hands ran wild over me. "You're such a great writer, babe!" Then Ashley's passionate kiss hit.
Like Nicki, Ashley too had Trinidad heritage. She had the smooth dark brown skin, the piercing eyes. Perfect teeth. And a nice figure considering she was all natural. Her flexible black hair could be amazing in a bun, straightened, or just left alone in its wavy perfection. But most of all Ash had personality to spare. A kind soul full of fiery life and strength.
On the other hand, I was a weird, skinny guy. Not tall at all. Messy straight brown hair and big green eyes. Even at 27, I still told I looked like a high schooler. Never in a complimentary way either. I always though my awkward good looks and goofy smile made it easy for people to walk all over me... Thank God, I had Ash to look out for us.
To my surprise, Ashley wasn't even upset about not being able to go with me.
"Oh, I trust Nicki!" she said behind a radiant smile. "If she says she'll get me there, she will." Ash caressed my face. "Just get the book done, babe. Make me and Nicki proud."
On Thursday afternoon, Ashley gave me a kiss at the airport. Then I was off to Beverly Hills.
There was no warm welcome party at LAX. All I got was a tall man in a psychedelic shirt and tight purple pants greeted me. Too chill to be a chauffeur or gofer. He held up a piece of paper with my name scribbled on it.
"What's happening, man?" he said to me in a Caribbean accent.
Even behind his thick red sunglasses, I could tell he was a friendly dude. A dark-skinned Trinidadian named Kellan. Muscular and in his late-20s, Kellan had the carefree charisma of a cool college kid. Rather than enduring any awkwardness, we bonded immediately.
To my relief, he showed me all the info on his phone. Nicki's directions for what she wanted him to do. Then together, we rode off.
The L.A. weather was perfect. But of course, the traffic wasn't. The ten-mile trip took us a solid hour. All while Kellan kept his radio on the Top 40 station.
"So are you like related to Nicki?" I asked.
"Naw, man," Kellan chuckled. Calm and collected, he navigated the streets of L.A. like a pro. "We're just friends." He faced me. "We're from Trinidad, you know how that goes! We all get along."
Soon, we traveled through a valley of gaudy mansions. And the further we drove, the more isolated the mansions got.
We pulled up the long driveway. And sure enough, this star had a star home base. A three-story brick mansion. Nicki's pristine yard featured more intriguing artwork and statues than a meticulous museum.
The tall-iron pike gates slammed shut behind us. Surveillance cameras were everywhere, but none of the security took away the welcoming aura.
Kellan parked next to a pink Lamborghini. Awestruck, I stepped out. Regardless of the classy vibe, you could tell The Minaj Mansion had character. The psychedelic pillars certainly showed off the Nicki touch. The mansion her own personal playland.
"Hi!" a cheerful voice called out.
My excitement only intensified. Especially once Kellan led me closer and closer to the front door. Closer to that exuberant voice.
There Nicki was standing on the porch. A cross between creative lunatic and Disney princess, the Queen wore a flowing green dress and layers of exotic jewelry. Messy pink hair and a lack of make-up a nice grungy addition to her elegant outfit.
"You made it!" she said through that tough accent.
Before I could even reply, Nicki gave me a warm hug.
"It's nice to meet you," I managed to say through the anxiety.
More radiant than a Golden Age movie star, Nicki confronted me. The smile of perfect teeth somehow soothed my nerves.
"Well, Hell, it's nice to meet you too!" Nicki responded. She motioned toward me. "Look at you. Rhonnie Fordham in my house!"
Inside, there were the framed albums and gold records. Minaj memorabilia in addition to collectibles from all her favorite musicians. I couldn't stop gazing at the many Trinidadian arts and crafts.
Together, the three of us cruised through the spacious kitchen and living room. We walked into a narrow hallway. An antique chandelier hung over the marble floor. I saw only three doors. Close to us were two doors standing side-by-side, the last one all the way down the other end of the hall.
I followed Nicki to the guest room. Colorful walls greeted me. Windows provided a nice view of Nicki's spacious yard. There were Marlon Brando and James Dean posters. A wooden bookshelf showcased a vinyl record player and dozens of horror movie books.
Nicki latched her playful eyes on to me. "It's all yours, Rhonnie."
"I really appreciate it," I said. I got ready to toss my bag on to the comfy bed.
Nicki snatched my wrist in a tight grip. "Oh no, you ain't dressing like that."
Grinning, I watched her hand my bag over to an amused Kellan. "What do you mean?"
Nicki motioned toward my current outfit: the purple tee and sloppy khakis. "Naw, you cute, but you ain't dressing like that here, boo."
Chuckling, Kellan took my bag out into the hallway.
Nicki pulled me in closer. "We gonna get you newer gear, Rhonnie. Some fresh shit!" She opened a closet.
A treasure chest of clothes stared back at us. The walk-in closet was chock-full of nice shirts, khakis, bathrobes, jeans, etc.
At Nicki's insistence, I changed into a better outfit. Tight-fitting khakis and a red tee. She said I looked even better... I couldn't help but think I looked like a cast-off from one of her videos. Then again, the clothes were Nicki's vision so I needed to appease her.
From there, Nicki showed me the room next door: my personal gym. Besides the equipment and flatscreen, there was a huge mirror in the center of the room.
"You're gonna stay in shape in my house!" Nicki said, overexcited. "You're gonna be looking good on my watch, Rhonnie."
"I'll do my best," I replied. I looked over at our reflections. I gotta say, Mrs. Majesty had dressed me up pretty well... She looked like she was even checking me out...
The Queen cackled. "My castle, my rules! Remember that, boo!"
I followed her out toward the hallway. Helped by the giant mirror, I really got a strong view of Nicki's pure physicality. Her beauty. At only 5'2, Nicki felt stronger. She just looked more powerful. Hell, even taller...
Outside of leading lady looks, Nicki had the poise of a star athlete. A model's face with a fighter's ferocity. And while 36 wasn't old by any stretch of the imagination, she looked preserved at a permanent peak. Flawless, smooth brown skin. And a contagious energy. A sharp nose to match a rebellious spirit. Her eyes so big and vibrant. Of course, there was the bodacious booty, not to mention the bouncing boobs. But to me, Nicki's allure ran deeper than the superficial. Besides a pretty celebrity, she was also a mad scientist in rap. An eccentric, creative mind like myself. And ultimately, regardless of the stage name and surgeries, she was still Onika Maraj.
Loud music startled me. Jumping, I turned and looked down the hall.
"Super Bass" blared from behind that last door. The consistent chorus of "Boom, badoom, boom, boom..." like a rap air raid.
"You alright?" Nicki asked me.
I flashed her a grin. "Yeah. Like who all lives down there?"
Nicki gave the room a dismissive wave. "That's where the staff goes. Probably just Martha and Cookie messing around."
"Cookie?"
Nicki snorted with laughter. "She's the cook!" Eager, she grabbed a hold of my hand. "Come on, I'll show you where we'll be working."
So out of all the home bars and gardens of pink flowers, Nicki's sanctuary here was the home recording studio. The room was small but too cozy to be claustrophobic. Nicki's notebooks of many lyrics ran wild across a desk.
And there, we talked. Just Nicki and I along with an occasional guest appearance from the drunk Kellan. Midnight drew closer. And as the beer and wine increased, so did our banter.
"So Ashley was okay with you coming out here?" Nicki asked in a sly tone.
Smirking, I watched her take another sip of the red wine. "Yeah, well, she's a big fan."
Nicki purred with glee. "So she ain't gonna get jealous..."
"She's your biggest fan."
"Hmm..." Nicki leaned in closer. "That might be you pretty soon."
An hour later, I was back in the guest room. Wearing my oversized glasses and one of the green bathrobes Nicki had given me, I talked on the phone with Ash.
"How is it?" Ashley asked, her voice full of fangirl excitement. "Does she really have a pink garden?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I just miss you."
"Aww," Ashley said.
"I'm serious, babe," I said. "One fucking night and I already feel lost without you..." Melancholy creeping in, I stole a glance toward the windows. Out toward the harsh security gate. "I need you out here, I know you'll love it."
"I know!" Ashley replied. "Like holy shit, I can't wait to hang out with Nicki!"
Later on, I worked on a new story. My nocturnal session took me to around two in the morning.
Music erupted through the quiet night. Nicki's verse on "Rake It Up" ambushed me.
"What the fuck..." I muttered. Annoyed, I crawled out of bed. The peaceful solitude had turned into an obnoxious nightclub.
I stepped out into the hallway. Squinting behind my glasses, I could tell the music was coming from the room down the hall. The staff spot.
Annoyed, I just went back to bed. Around 9:30, I awoke to find a note resting on the nightstand. Nicki's pretty handwriting had already laid out a schedule for me before the next interview.
I went ahead and did all the chores she asked. I wore the tight-fitting workout clothes she'd laid out for me. I did my exercises. Showered. And then wore the exact outfit she wrote down.
I stepped out into the hallway when a sudden slam echoed toward me. Alert, I looked over and saw the closed staff room door. At least, no music was playing this early...
Lunch was already laid out in the kitchen. A real home-cooked platter of steaks and steamed vegetables. I guess Cookie could cook after all.
"You like it?" a beaming voice asked.
Grinning, I turned to see Nicki standing in the kitchen doorway. She wore an obnoxious purple gown. A golden headdress adorned her wavy hair. What she had on was a glowing example of VMA weirdness. You know, the kind of shit only Nicki could pull off. "Yeah, it's amazing."
Nicki walked up to me. "Well, I know you worked out pretty hard." She squeezed my arm. "I know how y'all writers are." Her enamored eyes looked me up and down. "But you can still stay in shape and look so... nice."
After a few drinks with Kellan, Nicki and I retreated to the studio. And there we talked. My tape recorder and notepad in my hands, my focus solely on the Queen.
Together, we delved further into Nicki's past. Or at least what parts of it she wanted to share. To my surprise, she hated the stage name...
"It just had to be interpreted sexually," she ranted in that raspy accent. "I mean yeah, I don't mind it now, but why couldn't Nicki Maraj or Nicki The Ninja or something just suffice? I have to compromise with this shit just to get my music out there! And that's how it's always been, Rhonnie. The male gaze, we all gotta appease it!"
I nodded. "Naw, I see your point."
"Maybe I'd like to sexualize men more. I don't know rap about a fine boy and his fine ass, but people get all uptight about that shit." Nicki was in jaded overdrive. Her angry mannerisms veered out-of-control. "It's gotta be black girl big titties this, shaking this fat ass that!"
This was the side of Nicki I hadn't seen in person yet: her inner angry rapper. "Well, tell me more about your parents," I said.
Nicki gave me an uneasy look. "What do you mean?"
"I mean like y'all's relationship. I know who they are-"
"What's there to say," Nicki interrupted. The purple dress couldn't disguise her discomfort. "I still love them."
"I know that." Struggling to strike the balance between supportive friend and brave biographer, I leaned in closer. "But your mom and dad had a pretty rough relationship, right?"
"Look, dad was always shot out, alright." Her deep accent began crumbling... "He was always getting mad, yelling at her. Yelling at us..."
Keeping my distance, I stayed silent and respectful.
"He tried to kill her one time," Nicki said. Her trembling hand brushed her hair to the side. "The son-of-a-bitch tried setting her on fire."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"No. Don't be. You didn't do anything." Nicki leaned back in her seat. No smile or playfulness, just a forced cool demeanor. "But they're both better now." Reflective, she gazed over at the desk. At her archive of lyrics. "I just try to come in here every day, you know. Just escape into the music."
From there, we made our way to Nicki's nicer memories. Nicki was quite the reader growing up. She described stories and books as an escape from the loneliness. How she would even pretend all these fictional characters were a part of her family.
But Nicki's true love was obvious: acting. Just the way she reminisced about wanting to be a movie star radiated off her with child-like wonder. Of course, Nicki had the theater training. The looks, the personality, the drive... the affinity for costume shops.
"Be the next Pam Grier," I encouraged her. "You've got that fire to you."
After the interview, I wrote a little before calling Ash at midnight. She was encouraging as always. The motivational speaker to my dark mind.
"I can't wait to see you there," she said.
"Yeah, whenever we finish the interviews," I replied. "Might be another month..."
"Naw, it'll be quicker than that!" Ash said with what I knew was an excited smile.
Over the phone, I kissed her good night. Then I was back at it on the laptop. One sentence into my Nicki notes before a catchy beat stopped me.
Club Staff was back. The cool chorus of "Bed" drifted into my room like mist. And Nicki's frenetic verse hit me like a hurricane.
Cracking a smile, I stumbled toward the hallway. And sure enough there were the moving lights glowing under the club's door.
Fuck it. I was too tired to care. I wrote what I could then went to bed.
When I awoke and put on my glasses, my vision was crystal clear. Too clear. Stunned, I snatched my glasses off. Yeah, they were large Buddy Holly glasses... but not the cheap Dahmer ones I had. Instead, what I had was style. Purple frames. Clean, slick lenses. In other words, expensiveass glasses. I looked all around me but didn't see my contacts case anywhere. Nor my Dahmers.
"You like the upgrade?" I heard Nicki tease.
I saw her enter the room. She wore glasses even bigger than mine. Her hair fixed up in a messy bun. Dressed in sloppy nerd attire, Nicki still managed to pull off the baggy jeans and bland red blouse. Somehow, her goofy charisma made the outfit look natural rather than tacky.
"I'm gone be like Ashley and keep improving you," she said.
Later, my morning ritual commenced. The light workout in those form-fitting clothes. The long shower. Then I threw on Nicki's assigned outfit.
Nicki and I made our way into the studio for the next interview. I kept going back to her geeky childhood. There were the many phases and personalities Nicki's creativity conjured up to deal with the isolation.
"That was all I had," Nicki said. "The writing kept me going through everything. It kept me strong."
"I understand," I said.
"Oh, I know you do." Contemplative, Nicki hesitated. "When I was a kid, I used to pretend all the books I read were real. Like all the characters."
"Chun-Li" interrupted the interview. Not even the studio was safe from Club Cookie...
Nicki's snorting cackle erupted over the music. A nerdy laugh to match the ridiculous gear.
I couldn't help but smile. "So all they play is your songs?"
With the laid-back coolness of a defiant rock star, Nicki shrugged her shoulders. "Can you blame them?"
The music only helped propel our interview. The mood got light and carefree. A few drinks and guest appearances from Kellan didn't hurt the laid-back atmosphere either.
Nicki's quirkiness was the side people never saw. Or the side they chose to ignore. Besides the crazed Roman and this nerdy Nicki performance, there was also charitable Nicki. The Nicki Minaj who helped in raising $250 million for MAC AIDS Funds.
After the interview, we did more of the same: drinking and debauchery in the Queen's palace. Club Staff's playlist accelerated along with our alcohol intake. Together, me, Nicki, and Kellan jammed out like college roommates.
My buzz spiraled into a swirling haze. I collapsed on a living room couch. Nicki sat right beside me while a laughing Kellan stumbled in a recliner. The last thing I remembered was Nicki's playful smile. Her light touch on my shoulder. And then my eyes closed.
Sunlight splashed across me like a bucket of water. Groggy, I awoke in the guest room. I still don't know how I ever got there. Nor do I know how my clothes changed into a tank top and a new pair of boxers overnight... I heard more Nicki tunes drifting in from Club Staff.
The Queen's ferocious flow on "Feeling Myself" enrapturing my ears, I reached over and grabbed the purple glasses. I snatched my cell phone. 10 A.M. And seven missed calls from Ashley.
"Fuck!" I yelled. Frantic, I got ready to call her back.
A harsh grip ensnared my wrist.
"Rhonnie!" Nicki's ferocious voice screamed. "We've got work to do!"
I faced her focused stare. Now Nicki was in tomboy mode. Pure defiance. She wore an oversized black Ramones tee shirt and loose, holey dark jeans. Her hair was straightened and stringy. Less stylish than usual... but still oh so attractive.
"That means no calling your girl!" she continued.
With blazing speed, Nicki snatched my phone. Her clenched hand a bear trap. "We've got an interview, remember. Now go change and get your workout on! You know the damn drill!"
Indeed, I did. I changed quick into those tight shorts. Then I hit the gym hard. The entire Queen album played from the staff room.
The treadmill and crunches left me sweaty. Almost delirious, I staggered around the room. Surrounded by nothing but my exhausted reflection. And Nicki's music. Tired, I approached the flatscreen. My finger stumbled through the buttons.
The screen shifted from MLB Network to a different feed. I'd hit the input button on accident... and what I saw now was live footage from Nicki's palace. From my gym.
The video was clear as day. A home movie in high definition. And there I was on screen: walking the treadmill, doing my sit-ups and stretches. All in those flattering pants. I was the oblivious star of Nicki's private movie. And who the Hell knows what she was using it for... or just how many videos she had.
I was too scared to explore this feed any further. Nervous, I turned off the T.V. And with restless eyes, I scanned the workout room. But I saw no cameras. No glowing red lights. I was alone.
I decided to play it cool. Not that I had much choice with no cell phone or weapon. And this far away from home.
In the guest room, my clothes were already prepared for me. Today's wardrobe: tight jeans and a colorful red tee.
Then we had our latest session in the studio. Nicki's persona now shifted from playful artist to combative genius.
That morning took us on a variety of much darker topics. We discussed Nicki's messy break-ups. The abortion she had at fifteen. Her mood grew more anguished. There were less smiles and more frustration. Regardless of the never-ending Nicki playlist from Club Cookie or even the constant booze each of us indulged in, a vulnerable sadness punctured through Onika Maraj's confidence.
"Is this how you felt when you were younger?" I asked.
"Honestly, Rhonnie," Nicki struggled to say. Her shaky hand pushed her hair to the side. "That's how I've always felt. Disrespected, alienated. All that shit."
"What about your critics?"
"My critics?" Nicki said, her voice devoid of all charm and warmth.
"Yeah," I said. "The people who criticize your music. That all you do is sexualize yourself, you have no depth-"
Like a defensive animal, Nicki leaned in real quick. A fiery glare conquered her face. "But I do care!" her deep, guttural voice yelled. "I do have depth! I talk about more than just how beautiful I am! Maybe if people listened to the rest of my Goddamn songs, they'd see that!"
"And I agree. But there's always other factors at play here. Racism, sexism."
More sadness weighing her down, an emotional Nicki motioned toward me. "But it's not just that! I expect that bullshit!"
"What do you mean?"
Nicki's gaze drifted toward her many notebooks. "I mean most people don't know how much I care about equal rights. For blacks, the LGBT community."
"The people who know you know that, Nicki," I replied. "They know you for more than just sexy lyrics."
With the reflexes of a cautious cat, Nicki confronted me. "But they should all know, Rhonnie! Especially before they start criticizing me and my fucking fans." She ran trembling hands through her hair. Faint sweat oozed through her fingers. No costume could conceal this sadness. "But no one wants to see that," Nicki went on.
An unsettling silence ensued. But I pressed on. I had to. For the book, for me. For Ash. And even for Nicki's own damn sake. "But I don't know, Nicki," I said. "I think there's more to it than just the critics."
Nicki's eyes pierced into my soul. "What do you mean..."
"What you had to go through with your parents, all that loneliness," my voice said with equal parts sympathy and strength. "And then you had the abortion. I mean shit, the bad break-ups. This isn't just critics and trolls, Nicki."
Nicki pulled her glasses off. Her poise vanishing right before my eyes.
"And you didn't even talk about your cousin," I said.
Tears fell down Nicki's eyes. Gone was Nicki Minaj. Here was lonely young Onika.
"Nicholas Telemaque," I said. "His death affected you too. All these tragedies did. They built up inside you, Nicki. They still hurt you."
Defiant, Nicki wiped away her tears. "What do you think you are, Rhonnie? Some kind of fucking doctor!"
The bitter response caught me off-guard. "No..."
Her roller coaster of emotions veering off the rails, Nicki opened a desk drawer.
I leaned in toward her. "Look, Nicki-"
"No, stay your ass right there!" she shouted. The drawer's loud slam overshadowed the never-ending Nicki Minaj soundtrack.
Nicki faced me. A yellow wig covered her straight hair. Her tears replaced by wild eyes. "Hello there," she responded in a British accent.
I forced a chuckle. "What the fuck. You keep spare wigs in there?"
"Always, baby," she replied, her accent even crazier. The full Roman Zolanski effect. And Nicki's eyes looked... hungrier.
Uncomfortable, I sifted in my seat. "Well, look, we can just take a break-"
Like a monster on the prowl, Nicki leaned in close. Real close. "We do need a break..." A madcap smile crossed her face. "For something else." She grabbed my leg in a confident grip.
"Uh, what are you doing..." I said, uneasy.
She went in closer, inches away from my face. "Don't you know I wanted you here for more than just a biography, Rhonnie."
Struggling against her powerful strength, I tried to hold Nicki back. "No, look. I can't."
I stumbled out of the seat.
Leaning up against my chair, Nicki let out a wicked laugh. "Come on, Rhonnie!"
Nervous, I now noticed all the empty wine bottles and longnecks on the desk. "Naw, this ain't cool man." I faced Nicki. The drunken starlet was still hot even looking this crazy in a haphazard wig and runny eyeliner. Just scarier than usual. "We can't do this."
"I know all about you, Rhonnie," Nicki continued in that quirky British accent. That Roman tone. "There's more to you than just the writing." Standing, she rose to the beat of "Roman's Revenge." The hypnotic track dominated the scene. As did the Queen's deranged presence.
"Nicki, chill," I said. "I've got Ashley, you've got your man."
Nicki glided toward me in quick steps. "I knew all about you before I brought you here, Rhonnie." Playful, she leaned in with that manic smile. "I've seen those porn accounts."
"What..."
In a tenacious tease, she traced her long fingernail down my face. "On Reddit." Her hand grabbed my crotch. My ever-growing crotch. I couldn't help it. The sensation was too much. "I know you've got that big dick." Nicki stole a glance behind me. "That ass too. I've seen all of you, Rhonnie, and I like what I see." Seductive, she stuck out her tongue.
I held her back. My awkward weakness no match for Mrs. Majesty. "I can't. Not to Ash."
"Why not?" Nicki challenged. She got in my face. "She's a fan, remember?" Her confident cackle seamlessly blended into "Roman's Revenge."
"Naw, it's not fucking right!" I said. The booze now hitting me hard, I turned toward the door.
Nicki's hands snatched my ass. "Bring that ass!" I heard her cry.
Helpless, I confronted the pretty face. The crazy, pretty face. Nicki's hands squeezed harder, literally holding me in place. I had no chance at escape in these tight jeans...
"I ain't letting you out, babe," Nicki told me. She leaned in closer, seductive yet strong. "Never."
The first kiss was quick. The next one a bit slower. Her hands clamored all over my body. The sensations and suffocating loop of "Roman's Revenge" overwhelmed me. Here I was with my celebrity crush, two thousand miles from the love of my life. The alcohol left me enraptured. My large erection stayed firm. Nicki smacked my ass for erotic emphasis. Her purring ever constant. If Ash was ever in a similar spot with Ryan Reynolds or Michael B. Jordan, I'd understand. I'd forgive her for giving in to the smorgasbord of sin. Just like I hoped she'd forgive me.
I held Nicki in my arms and pressed against her. Our kisses erupted with unbridled passion.
Tilting her head back, Nicki cackled like a wolf howling at the moon. Carnal hunger conquered her.
"Barbie Dreams" began on Nicki Radio. A seductive rhythm for our intimate encounter.
"You're beautiful," I told Nicki.
Nicki threw down my pants. "Likewise," she remarked. She tore off my shirt and held my face in her hands. "Welcome home, Rhonnie."
The door swung open behind us.
Startled, I turned to see Kellan step in. A completely nude Kellan. His body was chiseled under Nicki's guidance. His big dick flopped out. A beer still held in his hand. His beaming smile locked in on me. "Hey, you ready to join, Rhonnie?" he said.
I stared at him, confused. Even as excitement still coursed through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked. I felt Nicki step away from me.
Chuckling, Kellan swung his dick around. "Oh, you'll see!" He pointed at my own penis. "You should be doing the same with that big thing, man!"
The sound of a drawer being ripped open made me whirl around. "Nicki."
Nicki stood a few feet away. All ready for "the show." Her new outfit featured a Braves baseball cap, a loose tank top over her large breasts, and a lowered pair of checkered boxer shorts. How she changed in a matter of seconds I'll never know. Nor how fast she got the strap-on attached to her crotch. Sure, I was a well-hung guy. But even I was humbled by this big pink dildo Nicki wore. A dick bigger than the tower...
Considering how thicc Nicki was, those thrusts were gonna be fucking hard. And judging by her excited Roman face, Nicki looked to know how to use this beast. I now felt horror once I remembered she loved to peg...
I stood naked and still. Too stunned to move. Both from fear and sexual exhilaration.
Nicki cackled. "I told you I wanted that ass," she said in a deep voice. Her hands cradled around the protruding prosthetic. "I want all of you, Rhonnie."
Footsteps echoed right behind me. "We both do," I heard Kellan say.
Both of them descended upon me. The curtain now set to rise for this forthcoming threesome. Drunk, I stumbled up against the desk. My eyes strayed back-and-forth between the two pretty people. "Barbie Dreams" a sensual backbeat. This setting far crazier than any Nicki Minaj music video I'd ever seen...
"I be like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in," a playful Nicki sang along. She swung the dildo around. A gigantic pendulum all for me...
Terrified, I woke with a start. Sweat drenched my skin and bed sheets. My heart pounded like an incessant scare chord. And yet somehow, my ass wasn't pounding with pain...
I grabbed my purple glasses off the nightstand. Feelings of relief hit me once I realized I was back in the guest room. Everything was quiet. A beautiful morning with nothing but serene silence surrounded me.
And there was my phone lying right by the pillow. Complete with the seven missed calls from Ashley. It was 10 A.M. and I'd just survived a fucking crazy dream.
Excited, I called Ash back, but I just got her voicemail. I knew she was okay. But still. I missed hearing her voice...
I figured I'd call her back after the workout. Knowing the mysterious camera feed was from the dream, I didn't worry about being filmed now. Once I got back to the guest room, I put on Nicki's select outfit for the day.
The hallway was so quiet I could hear my own footsteps. Hear my own thoughts. I saw no sign of life from the staff room. The smell of breakfast pulled me into the kitchen.
Wearing a flowing pink dress, Nicki stood at the oven. Her hair was done up in an elaborate bun. In the tall high heels, she looked fucking spectacular... even if the outfit was more appropriate for a nineteenth-century ball rather than cooking.
Stirring a pot, she grinned at me. "You ready to eat?" she teased in that Roman Zolanski accent.
I walked up to her, impressed. "Damn, you cooked that?"
Like a confident prom queen, she strutted up to me. "Of course," she said in her natural tough accent. "I've been cooking for us all along, Rhonnie." Her grin ever so wicked, she laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Starships" roared back to life. The bombastic beat and Nicki's blazing lyrics squashed the silence like a nuclear bomb of pop music.
"What the fuck!" I yelled. Panicking, I looked back toward the hallway. Right from where the Nicki playlist had been resurrected...
I felt Nicki pull me closer to her lips. "Just let them play, darling," her British accent teased. "Let them have their fun!"
Right as the chorus hit its peak, I pulled away from the Queen. I rushed off toward the hallway.
Like a stage actress, Nicki held her hand out toward me. Devilish anger fueled her glower. "But darling, don't go!" her Roman voice yelled.
I did my best to ignore her. But I couldn't ignore "Starships"... the frenetic beat.
The staff room's door was open just a crack. Just enough to allow its bombastic music to escape.
Curiosity and anger motivated me. I shoved the door open and ran inside. "Hey!" I yelled.
Vivid, bright lighting illuminated the spacious area. The room way too big to be a bedroom or study. This was an arena.
Amidst the pink walls was an arsenal of antique furniture. A jukebox continued playing her jams. In the corner, an old-fashioned bar stood complete with every alcoholic beverage imaginable. I saw a closed door in the very back of this personal auditorium.
But the horror really set in once I saw Nicki's "staff." The dozens of wax figurines populating the room. All of them were positioned like pieces in an elaborate museum. And all of them were Nicki Minaj. Nicki's many "characters." There was Barbie, Roman, Nerdy Nicki. And they were all dressed in exquisite, elaborate clothing. The collection snapshots of Nicki's many moods. Each and every one of their fake eyes were focused on me.
Scared, I felt like I was drowning in this pink sea. Isolated amongst the Pepto-Bismol walls. "Starships" became etched deep in my mind. I broke down into a terrified mess.
"Rhonnie!" an enthusiastic voice shouted.
I saw Kellan step out from behind the bar. Shirtless and clad in only boxers, Kellan's muscles were exposed for all the world to see. And of course, he carried two beers. Like a sinister toast, he held one out toward me. "You want some more, man?"
Nervous, I rushed up to him. "Kellan, we need to get the fuck outta here!"
Kellan's amused smile never vanished. "Why?"
I motioned toward all the wax figurines. "Look at this shit!" I yelled. "She's crazy! We can't stay here. She's-"
With a dramatic flourish, Kellan leaned in and gave me a kiss. A smooth and effortless smooch. I couldn't help but feel erotic excitement. Kellan's hand caressed my face.
I stared at him, shocked. "Starships" now sounded so much slower and hypnotic in the aftermath of the startling kiss.
"Now why would you wanna leave?" Kellan said to me in charismatic Caribbean accent. He ran his hands along my arms. Such soothing strokes. "We have everything we want right here, Rhonnie."
I stumbled back.
"You can live here like me," Kellan said. Triumphant, he held up his arms. "Forever!"
"No," I said. "I can't..."
"Oh yes, you can!" Nicki's theatrical British accent cried.
In this pink funhouse, I whirled around.
Cackling like a witch, Nicki stepped into the room. She was back in her Roman attire: the blonde wig, the smeared make-up, a regal black dress embellished with glitter. And an evil face. "Everyone stays with me!" she shouted.
Full of carnal satisfaction, Nicki lifted up the dress. There was the large dildo from my dream. Or what I thought was a dream...
"Aw, fuck..." I said through the unease. Trembling, I staggered toward the back of the room.
Nicki's crazed eyes pierced into me. "Now it's time for fun." She snarled like a dungeon dragon. And in this brutal instant, her performance veered from hammy camp to fucking terrifying...
Scared, I took off for the door in the back.
Kellan grabbed my arm. His grip tight and clamoring for more.
"Stay!" he pleaded. With seductive slowness, he leaned in closer. "We've got it made, brother."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nicki get closer and closer. Her playful hands twirled the dildo. Her lustful gaze never strayed from me. "Come here, lover!" she cried. Nicki pointed the dildo at me like a loaded gun. "Bring that ass now!"
"Stay with us!" Kellan begged me. He lunged in toward my face.
I pushed him away. "No!"
Channeling her inner vampire, Nicki held her hands out toward me. Crazed malevolence compelled her. "Stay with us forever, Rhonnie!"
I watched the two of them get closer. Both their smiles so big and bright. Megawatt smiles for this sinister stage.
"I can't!" I yelled.
"Yes, you can!" Nicki cried. Using on all her aggressive strength, she came charging toward me. Her speed faster her flow.
Scared shitless, I bolted for the door.
Nicki's deranged cackles erupted all around me. As did her deranged verse from "Monster."
I tore open the door and jumped inside. In one quick slam, I locked it behind me. Then I heard the long fingernails clawing at the door. Not to mention a long dildo flopping against it...
"Rhonnie!" Nicki's British accent cooed. "Come back, lover! Come back!"
Breathing heavy, I checked my surroundings. The dark, small bedroom awaited me. A hidden bedroom. I saw no windows. Only dim lamps for lighting. A vinyl record player and overfilled bookcase were here for decoration. Long pink blankets covered the queen-size bed.
Once I no longer heard Nicki's desperate attempts to get in, I relaxed. Up until I heard her British accent rapping along to the iconic track..
Shivering, I retrieved my cell phone. I knew I still had Ash. My one hope for getting the fuck out of here. My thumb hovered over her number.
A bedside lamp cut on, blinding me.
"Shit!" I cried. Shielding my eyes, I looked toward the bed. Speechless shock swept over me. I didn't even feel the phone slip from my grasp.
"Rhonnie!" Ashley's beaming voice yelled. Dressed in a pink bathrobe, she rushed up to me. "You made it!"
"Ashley," I said, still confused and scared. "What the Hell's going on?"
Full of Nicki's madcap glee, Ash snagged a hold of my hands. "Nothing," she said. "I'm just glad to see you."
"Look, we gotta go, babe!" I said. Outside, Nicki's howl-along to "Monster" sent shivers down my spine. The cry of a werewolf pop star.
"What do you mean?" Ash asked with a smile.
I looked into Ash's eyes. Her lustful, hungry eyes. There was no panic in her. Only a comfortable contentment. The same chill spirit Kellan exhibited during the entire trip.
"Babe," I said. Uneasy, I squeezed her hands. "How'd you get here? What the fuck's going on?"
Like the devoted fangirl she always was, Ash kept displaying her grin. Her unwavering excitement. "Nicki brought me here yesterday!" she said with reverence. "We've been waiting to surprise you!"
All I could do was stare at my girlfriend's pretty face. Her conversion from fangirl to psychofan now all the more obvious.
"Nicki loved your stories, she even told me!" Ashley said. "I just knew you and her would work well together. Then we could all come out here!" Ash pulled me in close, her ferocious fingernails digging in deep through my defeated flesh. "Ooh, I'm so excited, Rhonnie! Nicki said we never have to leave!"
I heard the door creak open behind me. The jukebox now played "Barbie Tingz." An anthem for this most twisted "love." A theme for Nicki and Kellan as they made their way toward us... toward the queen-size bed.
Reaching both a sexual and passionate hysteria, Ashley jumped in place. Her hands ran wild over my body. Her series of kisses a demonstration of mad love. "I don't ever wanna leave, babe! Not ever!"
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2019.09.19 20:06 StaticNocturne [Advice] A Comprehensive guide to becoming the best version of yourself

NO TL;DR OR APOLOGIES FOR THE LENGTH :) Don’t ask for my credentials or backstory… I’m not a down-and-out drug addict turned-janitor-turned-professional-turned-CEO-turned motivational speaker, I’m just a 24yo dude who’s striving for self-improvement, and decided to type up some guidelines which I believe would help one lead a fulfilling life. A lot of it is regurgitation of self-help lit I’ve read, and a lot of it is admittedly platitude, but I figured that if nothing else, it would help reinforce these positive mindsets;
10 key mindset principles/strategies to embrace;
1) Love yourself. You deserve the best. You should strive for your potential - the most fulfilled version of yourself - and that potential is virtually limitless. This is the single most important mindset to adopt, as it serves as a foundation for literally everything else. It’s not a case of arrogance or entitlement, but in the sense that you would want the best for a family member of SO that you deeply love. A lot of people self-sabotage (often inadvertently), and complain that they can’t break free of negative habits… I believe this is largely due to the fact that deep down they’ve built up so much self-hatred that they don’t even feel worthy of attaining their goals and living their most fulfilling life. Fuck that. I don’t care what your backstory is, you are worthy. I am. We all are. You wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t believe you were.
2) Understand that you are the architect of your fate. A lot of people adopt a fatalistic mindset as a coping mechanism, but instead believe that you can achieve anything you set your mind to, and let go of limiting beliefs. Sounds like some bombastic BS you were told in primary school before reality hit you like a ton of bricks right? I thought so too since I’m a rational minded guy, but then I realized there’s literally no sense in not believing that. Yeah you’ll probably never win Mr Olympia, you’ll probably never be a billionaire, you’ll probably never be entirely content with the choices you’ve made – but that shouldn’t stop you from trying to attain your aspirations and realize your dreams potential. Dreams are passive not proactive. No matter how disastrous your position may seem, I can guarantee that people in worse positions have gone on to achieve their goals through the adoption of principles not unlike these. Use that as inspiration.
Also remember that no matter how ‘unfair’ life has been to you; whether you were born crippled, had to bury your child, were wrongly imprisoned for 20 years – you are the only one who can help yourself now, so long as there’s a will, which ties back to the first principle. When life gives you lemons, you can either squeeze them in your eyes, or make lemonade…you can’t change the hand you’ve been given, but you decide how to play it. You’re not responsible for all the things that befall you, but you’re entirely responsible for how you deal with them, which in turn will determine future events. So in this sense, whilst a few pages will be torn, you can write your future. This notion should be empowering, not daunting.
Be mindful that whilst learning from the past, and planning for the future you should still very much be living in the present. Don't just dwell in the past and dream of the future; If your life were a film, that would be tantamount to you whipping out your phone half-way through and re-watching the intro scene on YouTube, or conversely, browsing Reddit during a slower paced character development section whilst you wait for a cool scene. It's a rather shit way to watch a movie. There are valid reasons why one may attempt to avoid the present - pain, grief, anticipation, yearning and so on - but these headspaces are like quicksand in that the longer you allow yourself to wallow in them the deeper you'll sink, and the harder it will become to return to the present. Completely dysfunctional PTSD afflicted war veterans have gone on to recover and lead healthy lives, so it's entirely possible.
'Neuroplasticity' is an incontrovertible phenomenon...you're always capable of changing your brain for the better.
3) Never stop growing. Never rest on your laurels. Be proud of past accomplishments, but understand that you’re forever a work in progress, and always be eager to continue refining yourself. Don’t allow your static achievements to define you; “I won a national bodybuilding competition”, “I got the highest grade in my cohort”, “I earn the most out of my peer group”… they’re not solid foundations for self-worth. Instead, be proud of the fortitude, dedication, creativity etc you possess, which manifested in such achievements. Circumstances can change as the wind blows, but mental faculties you’ve developed will remain a core part of your character. Learn from constructive criticism, but dismiss other forms.
4) Don’t let a molehill develop into a mountain – pull the bandaid off quickly. When you procrastinate, the thing you’re avoiding doesn’t disappear, it just amplifies until it’s almost (mentally) insurmountable. Time spent procrastinating is never remotely enjoyable. You always have that sword looming over your head everywhere you go, everything you do. Train yourself to get used to acting as early as possible and getting it over with – then enjoying the satisfaction of doing so.
Hearken the Nike slogan and…just do it. Beginning is always the greatest hurdle. If you’re a master procrastinator you’ll need to pull in the opposite direction and essentially turn your mind off and just start the task at hand. Literally, pretend you’re a non-sentient creature devoid of higher thought for the 30 seconds it takes to open up your Assignment document and type your name, or 5 minutes that it takes to drive to the gym, or 5 seconds that it takes to approach the cute girl who smiled at you earlier. Just go through the motions. You’ll be amazed at how well you handle the next steps, and it’ll become slightly easier every time.
Another good rule of thumb; If something can be done in 5 minutes or less, and you aren’t driving on the freeway or holding a newborn baby, drop what you’re doing and get it done immediately.
I've mentally imprinted the phrase "A year from now, you'll wish you had started today" and I refer to that every now and then when I sense myself stalling off a new task.
Be aware of any perfectionist streak you may have, and try to keep it in check. The law of diminishing returns applies to most facets of life. Some degree of perfectionism can be leveraged as a virtue, but the maladaptive form will lead to 'analysis paralysis', inefficiency, and ironically a poor outcome - because at this level the context is irrelevant, and it's simply a manifestation of insecurity. If you must channel your perfectionism into something, let it be an artistic hobby or something of personal nature, and learn when to let go in other time-sensitive areas.
5) Understand that life isn’t supposed to be easy…and it would be boring if it were. There’s a quote painted on the wall of my gym “nothing worth achieving was ever achieved without effort." I used to roll my eyes, but now I realize how incredibly accurate it is.
Imaging yourself having infinite wealth… once you’ve got the holidaying, partying, debauchery and materialistic spending sprees out of your system…unless you’ve cultivated some form of passion or cause you can devote yourself to, imagine how fucking unfulfilling and apathetic that lifestyle would be. Everything would lose its value, including relationships, and you’d struggle to find the motivation to do almost anything.
Learn to enjoy the grind itself, not merely the outcome…the journey not the destination. That’s the essence of life.
Naturally, without the negative spectrum of emotions and experiences, the positive ones wouldn't exist either. Without adversity there would be no triumph. No matter how mentally resilient you become, you'll always encounter fear...but in reality true courage isn't a lack of fear, it's acting in spite of it. I'm sure Ned Stark would agree.
6) Galvanize yourself into taking positive action. Your conscience/intuition/better judgement, whatever you want to call it, generally knows what’s best for you and what it takes to get there, but is often overpowered by the pessimist in us. Here are two techniques you can use to confront that pessimistic voice;
1 Retroactive self-reflection. Here’s a confronting visualization activity to motivate you into taking action; When faced with a daunting decision or challenge (one that you want to take but are hampered by your negative thoughts), envision yourself as an old folk – Zimmer frame, toothless, baby food, incontinent, lonely, family only drop in once a month if you’re lucky – and you’re propped in front of the TV, but you’re not watching daytime talk shows, rather you’re viewing a montage of all the opportunities you’ve passed up in your younger life, and you’re writhing with regret because you’ll never know what could have been. Attach this scenario to a word or phrase you can mutter so you’re not actually trying to imagine an old man shitting himself when you’re at a critical moment. Remember two adages; If you try you risk failure, if you back out you assure it; rejection stings for a minute (perhaps even a month), but regret will haunt you for a lifetime.
2 Explicitly stating negative behaviors before or whilst you’re engaging in them. For instance “I’m going to procrastinate on reddit for the rest of the evening, then panic tomorrow afternoon when I realize the assignment Is due in a few hours and I haven't even started”, “I’m going to allow a spiteful comment to ruin my entire day because my self-worth is completely dependent on what a stranger thinks of me” “I’m now going to go masturbate to some unrealistic BS for 40 seconds of mild pleasure then feel utterly awful afterwards, and ruin one of my socks in the process” . Make sure to articulate it in a silly voice so it highlights how ridiculous that line of thinking is, and separates it from the self that wants to improve i.e. the true self. If you're anything like me, you'll actually struggle to even get the full thing out before you're launching a counterattack.
7) Interrupt negative thoughts with positive ones. Just as the former pervade your mind whenever you consider a possibility or opportunity, you can give them a taste of their own medicine by interrupting them with optimism. For instance fellas; you see a gorgeous, friendly looking girl browsing a few meters away at the supermarket, you make eye contact and she briefly smiles at you…your immediate response is actually to approach her…but that thought is swiftly interrupted by “What if she thinks I’m creepy? What if this complete stranger laughs at my face? What if I shit my pants and vomit on her?” The solution; interrupt those pessimistic thoughts instantaneously with “or what if we have incredibly chemistry, we’re exactly what the other one has been searching for, and we fall into a passionate romance that develops into a lifelong partnership?” or “so what if that happens? If she thinks I’m creepy I’ll know I need to work on how I project myself. If she laughs at me I will have dodged a bullet. If I shit myself and vomit I’ll become more resilient for it as I will have survived the worst case scenario.” So put yourself outside your comfort zone, and into situations where you’ll have the opportunity to silence that naysaying motherfucker...then to really spite it, take action.
Of course, in situations where there is a substantial degree of risk, you must make the distinction between baseless pessimistic thoughts (which should be overridden) versus the conscience speaking from experience (which should be heeded within reason).
8) Positively reframe situations. Similar to the previous point, but more generalized. Instead of looking at the gym as a place of sweat and pain, look at it as a place for strengthening the body and mind. Instead of looking at a job interview as a torturous exercise in awkward silences, humble bragging, and sycophantism, look at is as an opportunity to improve the way you project yourself, fortify mental resilience, and potentially enter a fulfilling career. Instead of telling yourself ‘I can’t do this’ or ‘I’m terrible at this’ include the addendum ‘yet’ and ‘but, I can learn’. Learn to enjoy challenges as they become opportunities for either success or learning. Look at failures as chances for error correction and personal growth. Learn to deal with setbacks and failures constructively, without giving up and reverting back to detrimental habits. Don’t expect yourself to fail, but don’t lambaste yourself if you do – treat it all as a learning exercise. Many are scared to try their absolute hardest in the fear that they may still ‘fail’ – however the silver lining in this situation is that you’ve now experienced the worst case scenario and lived to tell the tale, thus you become more resilient to future failures, and are able to focus on identifying causes rather than the act itself. After all, humanity has progressed on the back of countless failures, but wouldn’t have if they were never capitalized as learning opportunities.
9) Any progress is good progress. Rome wasn’t built in a day. You can’t edit a blank page. Don’t expect to go from a lazy, unstructured layabout to Mr Efficiency overnight, over a week, over a month, even over a year – this is placing (often deliberately) unrealistic expectations on yourself and setting yourself up for disappointment. Deeply ingrained negative thought loops and harmful habits take time to overcome and redirect into positive ones. Our brains are adaptable and It will happen eventually, but it’s done incrementally, and it takes time, consistency and resolve. Divide large tasks into manageable chunks; a series of sprints rather than trying to run the marathon. Everyone runs their own race at their own pace – don’t exclusively compare your progress to that of somebody else, no matter how similar you believe yourselves to be. The only person you should truly compare yourself to is your younger self. Another crucial axiom to remember when pursuing long-term goals is "Never give up on a dream goal because of the time it will take to accomplish. The time will pass anyway."
Caveat: Comparing oneself to others is natural, and you'll be judged in relation to others throughout life in a social and professional context - however when determining personal progress, your best yardstick is yourself.
10) Keep yourself accountable. Note the tasks you wish to achieve that day in a journal of some sort, and reflect on your completion of them at the end. Commend yourself for achievements, but don’t chastise yourself over those you didn’t. This is crucial in building self-efficacy, and eventually it will become habitual. Try to minimize the concessions you give yourself; “Today is gonna be a lazy day, I’ll get back on top of things tomorrow” but don’t allow a slip up to completely ruin any momentum and progress you’ve made. You’re only human, and even the most productive people have ‘lazy days’ – plus self-disgust isn’t a sustainable motivator to improve. Nonetheless, endeavor to remain mindful of what you’re doing as often as possible, and gently guide yourself back on track if you’ve become derailed. At the other end of the spectrum, thrive on the liberating moments where you've managed to turn off autopilot and take the reins of your own life - use this to drive further constructive behavior.

Life guidance:

Physiological;
- Ensure you get sufficient sleep (at least 6 hours), during roughly the same time windows each night. Emphasis on night because daytime sleep isn’t as rejuvenating. Don’t lay in bed in the morning, get up immediately. Circadian rhythm has an enormous impact on mood, and metabolism, so optimize it.
- Have cold showers to build self-efficacy In a tangible way (start with them warm but finish with them cold if you prefer)
- Stop any intensely stimulating activity and go screen free for at least half an hour before attempting to sleep, as blue light suppresses melanin production.
- Exercise routinely and consistently. Increased energy levels, increased virility, improved self-esteem, and mood elevation are well known corollaries. It’s also a microcosm for seeing the direct and tangible results of hard work. Go for a mix of weightlifting and cardio but tailor them to your specific goals. Remember to stretch, do any preventative and rehabilitative exercises if required - remember the golden rule; an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. As with most things extremity isn't healthy either - steroid use, deliberately dehydrating, extreme distance running, competitive powerlifting etc, but that's your prerogative.
- Ensure you aren’t sedentary for hours on end. Aim to get up and walk around at least once every hour.
- Eat a healthy, balanced diet. Calculate your calorie requirements and try counting calorie intake a few times roughly understand how it translates to food. Food is your body's fuel source, and it's incredible how many people put more thought into filling up their vehicle than their own body. Try to spread meals throughout the day for ongoing energy, and limit the amount you eat during nocturnal hours. Stay hydrated.
- Do what you can to improve your physical appearance and presentation within reason; take care of your hair and skin, ensure good dental hygiene, use antiperspirants and deodorant to eliminate BO... but don’t obsess over appearance/become conceited.
- Without being neurotic, take any preventative measures you can to maintain optimal constitution; wear sunscreen, use eye protection, work ergonomically, floss etc.
- If you wish to express your creative/counter-cultural/rebellious/zany side through your appearance, go right ahead, but remember that unfortunately there are still many who will form preconceptions based on your appearance (yes that’s a fault on their part…but still something you'll have to deal with).
- Don’t overly stress about aches and pains, but have routine check-ups, and visit sooner rather than later if you believe something is amiss with your health.
- Try not to put yourself in overly risky situations. It's natural to seek adrenaline, but take a minute to weigh up the risks before doing something which your better judgement is advising against.
- Remember you only get one body (and mind), so take bloody good care of it.

Social and Relationships;
- Socialize as much as possible (even if you have to force yourself sometimes). If you don’t enjoy socializing with your current friends, try to find those with whom you do. Humans are social creatures, and long-term solitude takes a heavy toll on one’s mental state.
- Money, status, appearance…nothing can buy authentic positive relationships. Never take them for granted. They’re perhaps the truest indicator of a ‘successful’ life. Love, friendship, and respect aren’t unconditional. If they were, they would be meaningless. Take an interest in other peoples lives. And no matter how frustrated you are, never leave a partner, family member, or friend on a bad note.
- Aim to give your family the best side of yourself. Unfortunately we seem to have an almost natural instinct to displace frustration and anger built up from work and daily life onto family members, because we can ostensibly get away with it. People can be tolerant and forgiving towards their loved ones, but they're not stress balls with 10 minute memories. Make a conscious effort to be good to them no matter how shit you're feeling, because they deserve that treatment, and so do you.
- Help others. Again, we’re social creatures and the act of helping others in need delivers tremendous boosts to self-worth (In this sense I think altruism is a paradox but that another topic).
- Mood is contagious. Try to surround yourself with positive people who inspire you and encourage you to chase your potential.
- Try to help troubled friends/family in whatever ways you can, but know where to draw the line, at which point their wellbeing is out of your hands, and worrying is only going to pain you.
- Avoid or cut out unequivocally toxic people. I don’t believe anyone is evil, or beyond redemption, but minimize your exposure to those who only bring you down.
- Try to find a partner who is essentially a best friend...albeit with benefits. Romance will eventually fade, and you want to ensure that you’re left with somebody you can spend your life with who’s personality is a good compliment to yours.
- Remember when you allow somebody to build you up, you give them the power to break you down. Allow yourself to become infatuated with someone, but don’t allow your self-worth to hinge on their feelings toward you. Never make someone a priority if they only make you an option. Desperation and neediness are two of the most unattractive qualities somebody can exhibit.
- If you can feel yourself losing your temper, briefly envisage that somebody you deeply respect, or somebody who looks up to you as a role model is present and think twice. Anger never wins arguments either. Also ask yourself if the frustration will still exist a week from now...chances are the answer is no.
- Little acts of kindness/thoughtfulness such as genuine compliments (not effusively) go a long way and can truly make somebody’s day. If more people adhered to this the world would be a slightly more pleasant place. People don't often remember what you do or say, but they remember how you make them feel - so even if the act is seemingly insignificant, it will be remembered in a positive light.
- In a relationship; lay solid foundations early on and don't expect issues to simply resolve themselves later down the line, communication and trust are the two cornerstones, be ok with spending time apart and maintaining your own lives, reframe arguments as 'us' versus 'the problem', don't sacrifice personal passions, remember that emotions are irrational and can't be analyzed only accepted, they're a two-way street which require equivalent effort from both parties to function whatsoever let alone healthily.

Career;

- Try to work within a career you find fulfilling, but understand that the notion of ‘doing what you love’ is specious, and in some cases can actually ruin the passion if you associate it too closely with mundane work. You can still find your work fulfilling without having a ‘passion’ for it, such as when you feel you’re having a positive impact, being adequately recognized, or have achieved mastery in a given area.
- Don't be afraid to leverage Nepotism. There's nothing dishonorable or condemnatory about it. Perhaps there was once, but these days it's basically the norm. So the CEO's wife's sisters hairdressers less qualified son got the job instead of you - people like doing personal favors. Don't hate the players or the game, learn to use that to your advantage. Expand your network, and do favors for others so they can reciprocate. Who you know gets you the job then what you know keeps you in it.
- In an interview; Ensure you arrive a few minutes early so you're not additionally stressed. Bring a copy of your resume. Prepare sufficiently - no matter how much you hate the idea of pre-rehearsed responses, no matter how skilled at speaking extemporaneously you may be, it's still worth anticipating questions and planning answers. Research the company and industry. Maintain good body language and eye contact. Don't criticize past employers (find a more constructive way to discuss difficulties). Show a glimpse of your personality/humor but be reserved/formal. Don't be afraid to pause and think before answering (something that society needs to do more in general). Ask them questions; "what are a few words you would use to describe the culture of the company?" "What do you personally enjoy most about working here?" "Let's say I've been selected for the role - what measures will be used to gauge my performance?" Remember it's a two-way process - you're also trying to determine whether it's a place that you want to spend most of your waking life (granted you can't always afford to be very picky).
- In a workplace; Be friendly, authentic and don't hide your personality but maintain a degree professionalism (especially at after work drinks etc). avoid very controversial discussions, politics and drama wherever possible even if you secretly thrive on that. don't shit where you eat so to speak. Keep a low(ish) profile and work particularly hard initially to make a good first impression. Make yourself less expendable by putting yourself in linchpin positions with projects and tasks wherever possible. do (reasonable) favors for coworkers. Try to ensure that others can clearly see the results of your work/effort. Don't be afraid to (tactfully) assert your opinion to your superiors or anybody if you believe it's worth hearing - they won't see it as some act of insubordination, and they'll probably respect you for it.

Misc Lifestyle;
- Do not even consider having a child until you and your partner are ready to dedicate your lives to raising them as healthily as possible. If you’re not in a position to adequately provide for them (financially or emotionally), or you have personal aspirations that will be difficult to achieve as a parent, you’re not ready. This is the one thing in your life that you can't half-ass, and there’s really no margin for error here.
- Finance wise, create a separate savings account in which a portion of your income is automatically deposited (or do so manually) - one that gains the maximum interest offered and which you don't touch unless times are tough. Only withdraw from it when faced with a crisis or when carrying out a significant well-thought out purchase, otherwise treat it as though it doesn't exist. Don't get caught up in the paper chase and hoard copious amounts of money - ensure your family is well off and has future financial security for peace of mind, but don't become parsimonious. Money spent creating happy memories (or attempting to) is never wasted. Invest in passions and hobbies within reason, donate to virtuous causes, travel and see as much of the world as you can. Never judge somebody purely by their wealth; given that it's not everybody's goal and there are so many other factors, it shouldn't be used as a universal metric for success.
- Always find time to indulge in passions or interests, as they have a significantly positive impact on one’s mood and outlook. My primary passion is music, and It's honestly been a lifeline for me.
- Cut out porn. forever. It’s not just desensitizing you sexually and creating unrealistic expectations, but the dopamine rush associated with it mimics drug use, and is insidious in the long run. Sublimate those urges into productive tasks or behaviors that will help you attain the real thing. It’s hard, but worth it. Also put time boundaries on general internet usage.
- Learn how to cook. Save money, build self-sufficiency, conducive to being healthy, and it's a very attractive trait.
- Try to be punctual and stick to your word. Reliability is one of the most vital attributes in both a social and professional context. Unreliability is often interpreted as a lack of respect for the other parties in the social setting, and a lack of regard for one's work in the professional setting.
- Read. Ideally edifying content, but not purely self-help literature - anything that engages you - fiction or not fiction. Besides from being enjoyable, it delivers a plethora of benefits. Alternatively, listen to audio books or podcasts.
- Ideally, don’t do drugs, don’t smoke, and keep alcohol consumption to a minimum. I’m far from a prude, and I’ve done my share of substances, but they really can precipitate a downward spiral, particularly in people more susceptible to addiction and mental disorders. Life is challenging enough without them. Prove to yourself that you don't need to rely on them as a social crutch, or as a temporary escape from reality, because that becomes self-perpetuating.
- Be ambitious; try new things, visit new places, speak to strangers – you never know where they may lead, and what hidden passions may be uncovered by doing so. Remember that friends are just strangers you haven't met yet. So are enemies, but that doesn't help my point.
- Say yes to (m)any offers/opportunities besides those in which your conscience/intuition/gut is firmly telling you not to - socially, professionally, romantically, etc. This isn't a 2008 comedy Starring Jim Carey, so don't feel guilty for saying 'no', but challenge yourself to take up auspicious offers you would usually refuse.
- Keep up to date with current events and friends lives, but be wary of the pernicious effects of the news and social media. The former is sensationalized and catastrophized for mass appeal (vicariously), and the latter presents a very distorted portrait of peoples lives (aka their highlights) which can lead to feelings of inadequacy. Try to detach from sources that exacerbate your insecurity (social influencers), and follow sources that inspire creativity and zeal (artists).
- Try to minimize the amount of lies (even white lies) you tell. Others may never know the truth, but you have to carry the guilt around, and it begins to erode your self-concept.
- Use a diary, calendar, or some form of system to manage your time as effectively as possible. It’s incredible how much time seems to materialise out of thin air once you’re using it more efficiently. Life is short. Time flies by just as fast when you’re moping around in apathy...the difference is you aren’t getting anything accomplished and consequently feeling guilty for it.
- Find 10 minutes to do something meditative each day. It doesn’t need to be meditation per se, but anything that allows you to reach a state of tranquility and block out the noise of daily life – known to reduce stress and help build self-awareness. Eventually you’ll be able to enter this state with greater ease, and it can be a useful tool to use when required.
- Play a sport/join a club. Ideally something that you're interested in, but really anything to keep you active, socializing, and expanding your friend network. Social leagues are a good idea, because they're not so competitive that there's stress involved, but they tick the other boxes.
- Even if you despise politics, take a small time to research the policies and recent history of the political parties you'll be deciding between, so you can have a somewhat informed vote. Consider whether they're designed to be immediately appealing or beneficial in the longer-term. Political parties know that most don't bother to do any research in the lead up, so try to win votes via methods such as propaganda, smear campaigns, hollow rhetoric, and fear mongering. Even if you'rel disillusioned with the system, don't allow that to prevent you from using your vote, and if you're not fond of any of the parties still vote for the one(s) you're least not fond of (there's a simpler way to say that). If political discussion only frustrates you as it does with many, then avoid it until it comes time to vote again... short of engaging in political activism there's nothing you can do once the ballots have been counted anyway.
- Compartmentalize your tasks and mindframes; work hard, play hard. Attempting both concurrently will leave you in limbo.

Philosophical;
- A meaningless existence doesn't necessitate a purposeless life - it means you get to decide what that purpose is. Life is your playground. As an atheist, I'm living under the assumption that this is it. I've never let that thought demoralize me though, rather I've always viewed it as being life-affirming. I've no idea why anything is as it is, why nature is in relentless pursuit of procreation, why we've developed the sentience to question our own existence - but these aren't questions that will ever be answered. The fact is we're here, we all have the ability to experience intrigue, wonderment, joy, pleasure, mirth, love and fulfillment to some capacity even if we don't understand why, so we might as well capitalize on this and try to maximize these in our lives and the lives of those around us.
- If you haven’t identified any strong passions in your life, don’t despair. Continue improving yourself in every other general sense, and understand that (arguably) most people don’t have burning, innate passions – they’re often more subtly disguised and uncovered serendipitously. Either way, a lack of strong passion(s) won’t prevent you from living a rich and fulfilling life.
- Be skeptical, never cynical. The former will help guide your decisions, the latter will just preclude opportunities. Question everything, make minimal assumptions, if a statement sounds fanciful, it likely is. Operate with the knowledge that some people will sometimes employ machiavellianism to benefit their own agenda, as we all have done to some degree, however don't resign to the belief that everybody you meet is full of deceit until proven otherwise, as that will lead to general bitterness toward society.
- Learn how to have debates not arguments; always focus on the issue and don't resort to ad hominen attacks (even if they do) as that will weaken your stance and chance you have of persuading the other party. Remember that many peoples opinions have been deeply ingrained and reinforced throughout their life via confirmation bias, so often they'll cling to their argument even if they can see the error, to avoid embarrassment and hypocrisy. Try to enter into discussions with a (genuinely) open mind, willing to have your view changed. You never actually learn from those who agree with you, so debating is a healthy way to challenge your own beliefs.
- Attempt to minimize knee-jerk reactions & pearl-clutching in response to taboo or contentious topics, as that's inimical to productive discourse and progression in general.
- Practice gratitude - from family support to simplicities such as running water - as it will help with positive reframing.
- Remember that your mind is a product of its genome (biology) and envirome (environment and experience/nurture); stereotyping/typecasting/xenophobia etc are natural heuristics inculcated throughout history as it offered a survival advantage in the days of tribalism, thus embedded in our biology. You can, and should always attempt to consciously override it, but don't be disgusted with yourself, or others for instinctively doing so. Social norms evolve faster than biology; that should never be used as an excuse, just an explanation.
- Never prejudge anybody based on their title – purely by the integrity of their character. There are corrupt doctors who’ve beguiled their way through life, and honest vagrants who’s honor was their undoing. You be the judge. Try to avoid evaluating somebody’s character until you know their story; they could be trudging through the darkest hour of their life without any coping strategies, as expressed through hostility and negativity.
- Truly dominant individuals don't need to try to make their dominance known, as they're quietly confident in themselves. In the wise words of Tywin Lannister; "Any man who must exclaim 'I am the King' is no true king"
- Don’t try to be something you’re not. Place yourself in settings where you feel comfortable speaking your mind; remove yourself from those in which you don't. Adapt to the social context of course - nobody acts exactly the same around everybody so don't feel guilt - but don’t compromise core values for other peoples approval. Social acceptance is biologically instilled in us, but accept that not everybody you meet is going to like you, and if they simply like your tailored persona then they don’t truly like you. Remember the asshole equation; if somebody is rude to you, they're the asshole (or going through tough times)...if everybody is rude to you, you're the asshole.
- Try to be less judgmental and more empathetic toward others for holding their values and opinions. Introjection and indoctrination are powerful processes. Put yourself in their shoes to determine why they do, think and say the things they do. Do the same with yourself pertaining strong opinions you hold.
- Remember that (virtually) nobody thinks of themselves as being the bad guy in a situation. You judge yourself by your intentions and others by their actions. Everyone is entitled to fuck up, just as you are, and theoretically, why would you be any different to them if you were in their shoes? Never attribute to malice what can be explained by ignorance.
- Never hold against somebody that which was out of their control. Ethnicity, heritage, gender, religion, sexual orientation ,fetishes, birth defects, the fact that their father is a convicted serial killer – everybody deserves to be born with a clean slate. It's senseless being proud or ashamed of your heritage/lineage, as you've personally had no influence over it's development, and therefore shouldn't allow it to have any effect on your self-worth... doing so would undermine the agency of the individual.
- Live and let live – everybody has different trajectories in life. If somebody wants to get face tattoos, dedicate their life to bodybuilding, marry a member of the same sex, as long as it’s not directly effecting you, who gives a shit? If you know them closely you can voice your opinion, offer your wisdom, but so long as it's bringing them happiness and not harming others, it's their life - and you have no right to dictate how they live it.
- Seek to find joy everyday in the small things. The big picture is frankly bleak; we’ll all have to part with the ones we love eventually, and who knows what becomes afterwards, so don’t dwell on it. Of course, that’s not to say don’t pursue long-term goals, as those are what will bring fulfillment.
- Ultimately, don’t take life too seriously. Laugh instead of cry. Literally nothing is too serious to be joked about (besides the obvious things like metal splinters, single ply toilet paper, Uni group projects and cassowaries), but know when to laugh. Don't immediately judge others for making light of morbid situations, as it's a common coping mechanism. Be able to laugh about your own 'flaws' - but if you'd rather not, and have the ability, do something about them. Summarized by a great quote; "take your responsibilities seriously, but not yourself."

P.S. Mental Illness;
Addressing the elephant in the room; mental disorders. I deliberately avoided mentioning them, so not to invalidate the advice offered. Utilize the above advice after treating any underlying mental disorders you may be harboring.
If really struggling, consider speaking to a psychologist/therapist, as their detached yet knowledgeable perspective can be valuable. A good method for self-reflection if nothing else.
If completely devoid of hope and unable to cope, if the negative voice in your head is deafening, if you’re paralyzed by anxiety - see a psychiatrist ASAP.
Unfortunately in some cases the only way to rectify aberrant mood and thought is through psychiatric treatment...medication, CBT, ECT...it works. There’s no longer a stigma, and if somebody condemns you for seeking mental health treatment that's merely a reflection of their ignorance and insecurity.
Of course, this will only serve to get you back on your feet - then it’s the adoption of principles such as these that will have you racing toward your potential!
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2019.04.17 15:11 rhonnie14 I Got Hired To Write Nicki Minaj’s Biography (Part 2/2)

I write horror stories. I live and breathe the genre. Writing scary prose isn't just a hobby for me: it's my passion.
So imagine my surprise when I was asked to write a biography. No, not for Stephen King or Edgar Allan Poe. But an authorized biography for the one and only Nicki Minaj. Yeah, I was shocked too when I first read that mysterious e-mail.
The offer even said I'd be given full credit... not to mention insane pay. And all I had to do was just give the L.A. phone number a call...
To my surprise, a familiar female voice answered. The unmistakable charismatic and playful tone I'd heard on hit radio since 2010. My college celebrity crush: Nicki. And she sounded overjoyed to be talking to me! Her contagious laughter sweeter than John and Paul's harmonies.
Nicki told me she loved my stories. She praised the scares, the twists, prose, even the Goddamn similes. And most of all, she was impressed by the diversity of my casts.
Here I was standing alone in my girlfriend Ashley's apartment. Just finding out Nicki Minaj had been my cheerleader all along...
She didn't stop there either. The authorized biography meant I'd get the chance to spend time with the artist herself. A one-way ticket to Beverly Hills she was paying for!
"Thank you!" I said to her. "This is gonna be so amazing. My girlfriend loves you! Ashley's gonna lose her shit when she gets to meet you!"
"Well, we can all meet when the book's done."
Slight disappointment sunk into me. "When it's done?"
"Yeah. We can't have no distractions, Rhonnie. We gotta sacrifice!"
Hesitant, I leaned against the kitchen counter. "So I'm going by myself?"
"Look, my man ain't gonna be there either," Nicki continued. "It's just gonna be us geniuses. That's how I like to work."
Of course, my cynical dark passenger kept me from being too overjoyed. But deep down, I wanted this to be true. My future of being a full-time, professional writer looked set. Nicki Minaj had rescued me from obscurity. And in turn, she likely paved the way for Ash and I's inevitable marriage.
Once Ashley got home, I shared the insane news. She was happy. Like a tween ready to meet her favorite pop singer, she broke down in excited screams.
"Oh my God, Nicki called you!" Ashley yelled. She gave me a ferocious bear hug. "See! I told you you'd be famous!" Her hands ran wild over me. "You're such a great writer, babe!" Then Ashley's passionate kiss hit.
Like Nicki, Ashley too had Trinidad heritage. She had the smooth dark brown skin, the piercing eyes. Perfect teeth. And a nice figure considering she was all natural. Her flexible black hair could be amazing in a bun, straightened, or just left alone in its wavy perfection. But most of all Ash had personality to spare. A kind soul full of fiery life and strength.
On the other hand, I was a weird, skinny guy. Not tall at all. Messy straight brown hair and big green eyes. Even at 27, I still told I looked like a high schooler. Never in a complimentary way either. I always though my awkward good looks and goofy smile made it easy for people to walk all over me... Thank God, I had Ash to look out for us.
To my surprise, Ashley wasn't even upset about not being able to go with me.
"Oh, I trust Nicki!" she said behind a radiant smile. "If she says she'll get me there, she will." Ash caressed my face. "Just get the book done, babe. Make me and Nicki proud."
On Thursday afternoon, Ashley gave me a kiss at the airport. Then I was off to Beverly Hills.
There was no warm welcome party at LAX. All I got was a tall man in a psychedelic shirt and tight purple pants greeted me. Too chill to be a chauffeur or gofer. He held up a piece of paper with my name scribbled on it.
"What's happening, man?" he said to me in a Caribbean accent.
Even behind his thick red sunglasses, I could tell he was a friendly dude. A dark-skinned Trinidadian named Kellan. Muscular and in his late-20s, Kellan had the carefree charisma of a cool college kid. Rather than enduring any awkwardness, we bonded immediately.
To my relief, he showed me all the info on his phone. Nicki's directions for what she wanted him to do. Then together, we rode off.
The L.A. weather was perfect. But of course, the traffic wasn't. The ten-mile trip took us a solid hour. All while Kellan kept his radio on the Top 40 station.
"So are you like related to Nicki?" I asked.
"Naw, man," Kellan chuckled. Calm and collected, he navigated the streets of L.A. like a pro. "We're just friends." He faced me. "We're from Trinidad, you know how that goes! We all get along."
Soon, we traveled through a valley of gaudy mansions. And the further we drove, the more isolated the mansions got.
We pulled up the long driveway. And sure enough, this star had a star home base. A three-story brick mansion. Nicki's pristine yard featured more intriguing artwork and statues than a meticulous museum.
The tall-iron pike gates slammed shut behind us. Surveillance cameras were everywhere, but none of the security took away the welcoming aura.
Kellan parked next to a pink Lamborghini. Awestruck, I stepped out. Regardless of the classy vibe, you could tell The Minaj Mansion had character. The psychedelic pillars certainly showed off the Nicki touch. The mansion her own personal playland.
"Hi!" a cheerful voice called out.
My excitement only intensified. Especially once Kellan led me closer and closer to the front door. Closer to that exuberant voice.
There Nicki was standing on the porch. A cross between creative lunatic and Disney princess, the Queen wore a flowing green dress and layers of exotic jewelry. Messy pink hair and a lack of make-up a nice grungy addition to her elegant outfit.
"You made it!" she said through that tough accent.
Before I could even reply, Nicki gave me a warm hug.
"It's nice to meet you," I managed to say through the anxiety.
More radiant than a Golden Age movie star, Nicki confronted me. The smile of perfect teeth somehow soothed my nerves.
"Well, Hell, it's nice to meet you too!" Nicki responded. She motioned toward me. "Look at you. Rhonnie Fordham in my house!"
Inside, there were the framed albums and gold records. Minaj memorabilia in addition to collectibles from all her favorite musicians. I couldn't stop gazing at the many Trinidadian arts and crafts.
Together, the three of us cruised through the spacious kitchen and living room. We walked into a narrow hallway. An antique chandelier hung over the marble floor. I saw only three doors. Close to us were two doors standing side-by-side, the last one all the way down the other end of the hall.
I followed Nicki to the guest room. Colorful walls greeted me. Windows provided a nice view of Nicki's spacious yard. There were Marlon Brando and James Dean posters. A wooden bookshelf showcased a vinyl record player and dozens of horror movie books.
Nicki latched her playful eyes on to me. "It's all yours, Rhonnie."
"I really appreciate it," I said. I got ready to toss my bag on to the comfy bed.
Nicki snatched my wrist in a tight grip. "Oh no, you ain't dressing like that."
Grinning, I watched her hand my bag over to an amused Kellan. "What do you mean?"
Nicki motioned toward my current outfit: the purple tee and sloppy khakis. "Naw, you cute, but you ain't dressing like that here, boo."
Chuckling, Kellan took my bag out into the hallway.
Nicki pulled me in closer. "We gonna get you newer gear, Rhonnie. Some fresh shit!" She opened a closet.
A treasure chest of clothes stared back at us. The walk-in closet was chock-full of nice shirts, khakis, bathrobes, jeans, etc.
At Nicki's insistence, I changed into a better outfit. Tight-fitting khakis and a red tee. She said I looked even better... I couldn't help but think I looked like a cast-off from one of her videos. Then again, the clothes were Nicki's vision so I needed to appease her.
From there, Nicki showed me the room next door: my personal gym. Besides the equipment and flatscreen, there was a huge mirror in the center of the room.
"You're gonna stay in shape in my house!" Nicki said, overexcited. "You're gonna be looking good on my watch, Rhonnie."
"I'll do my best," I replied. I looked over at our reflections. I gotta say, Mrs. Majesty had dressed me up pretty well... She looked like she was even checking me out...
The Queen cackled. "My castle, my rules! Remember that, boo!"
I followed her out toward the hallway. Helped by the giant mirror, I really got a strong view of Nicki's pure physicality. Her beauty. At only 5'2, Nicki felt stronger. She just looked more powerful. Hell, even taller...
Outside of leading lady looks, Nicki had the poise of a star athlete. A model's face with a fighter's ferocity. And while 36 wasn't old by any stretch of the imagination, she looked preserved at a permanent peak. Flawless, smooth brown skin. And a contagious energy. A sharp nose to match a rebellious spirit. Her eyes so big and vibrant. Of course, there was the bodacious booty, not to mention the bouncing boobs. But to me, Nicki's allure ran deeper than the superficial. Besides a pretty celebrity, she was also a mad scientist in rap. An eccentric, creative mind like myself. And ultimately, regardless of the stage name and surgeries, she was still Onika Maraj.
Loud music startled me. Jumping, I turned and looked down the hall.
"Super Bass" blared from behind that last door. The consistent chorus of "Boom, badoom, boom, boom..." like a rap air raid.
"You alright?" Nicki asked me.
I flashed her a grin. "Yeah. Like who all lives down there?"
Nicki gave the room a dismissive wave. "That's where the staff goes. Probably just Martha and Cookie messing around."
"Cookie?"
Nicki snorted with laughter. "She's the cook!" Eager, she grabbed a hold of my hand. "Come on, I'll show you where we'll be working."
So out of all the home bars and gardens of pink flowers, Nicki's sanctuary here was the home recording studio. The room was small but too cozy to be claustrophobic. Nicki's notebooks of many lyrics ran wild across a desk.
And there, we talked. Just Nicki and I along with an occasional guest appearance from the drunk Kellan. Midnight drew closer. And as the beer and wine increased, so did our banter.
"So Ashley was okay with you coming out here?" Nicki asked in a sly tone.
Smirking, I watched her take another sip of the red wine. "Yeah, well, she's a big fan."
Nicki purred with glee. "So she ain't gonna get jealous..."
"She's your biggest fan."
"Hmm..." Nicki leaned in closer. "That might be you pretty soon."
An hour later, I was back in the guest room. Wearing my oversized glasses and one of the green bathrobes Nicki had given me, I talked on the phone with Ash.
"How is it?" Ashley asked, her voice full of fangirl excitement. "Does she really have a pink garden?"
"Yeah," I replied. "I just miss you."
"Aww," Ashley said.
"I'm serious, babe," I said. "One fucking night and I already feel lost without you..." Melancholy creeping in, I stole a glance toward the windows. Out toward the harsh security gate. "I need you out here, I know you'll love it."
"I know!" Ashley replied. "Like holy shit, I can't wait to hang out with Nicki!"
Later on, I worked on a new story. My nocturnal session took me to around two in the morning.
Music erupted through the quiet night. Nicki's verse on "Rake It Up" ambushed me.
"What the fuck..." I muttered. Annoyed, I crawled out of bed. The peaceful solitude had turned into an obnoxious nightclub.
I stepped out into the hallway. Squinting behind my glasses, I could tell the music was coming from the room down the hall. The staff spot.
Annoyed, I just went back to bed. Around 9:30, I awoke to find a note resting on the nightstand. Nicki's pretty handwriting had already laid out a schedule for me before the next interview.
I went ahead and did all the chores she asked. I wore the tight-fitting workout clothes she'd laid out for me. I did my exercises. Showered. And then wore the exact outfit she wrote down.
I stepped out into the hallway when a sudden slam echoed toward me. Alert, I looked over and saw the closed staff room door. At least, no music was playing this early...
Lunch was already laid out in the kitchen. A real home-cooked platter of steaks and steamed vegetables. I guess Cookie could cook after all.
"You like it?" a beaming voice asked.
Grinning, I turned to see Nicki standing in the kitchen doorway. She wore an obnoxious purple gown. A golden headdress adorned her wavy hair. What she had on was a glowing example of VMA weirdness. You know, the kind of shit only Nicki could pull off. "Yeah, it's amazing."
Nicki walked up to me. "Well, I know you worked out pretty hard." She squeezed my arm. "I know how y'all writers are." Her enamored eyes looked me up and down. "But you can still stay in shape and look so... nice."
After a few drinks with Kellan, Nicki and I retreated to the studio. And there we talked. My tape recorder and notepad in my hands, my focus solely on the Queen.
Together, we delved further into Nicki's past. Or at least what parts of it she wanted to share. To my surprise, she hated the stage name...
"It just had to be interpreted sexually," she ranted in that raspy accent. "I mean yeah, I don't mind it now, but why couldn't Nicki Maraj or Nicki The Ninja or something just suffice? I have to compromise with this shit just to get my music out there! And that's how it's always been, Rhonnie. The male gaze, we all gotta appease it!"
I nodded. "Naw, I see your point."
"Maybe I'd like to sexualize men more. I don't know rap about a fine boy and his fine ass, but people get all uptight about that shit." Nicki was in jaded overdrive. Her angry mannerisms veered out-of-control. "It's gotta be black girl big titties this, shaking this fat ass that!"
This was the side of Nicki I hadn't seen in person yet: her inner angry rapper. "Well, tell me more about your parents," I said.
Nicki gave me an uneasy look. "What do you mean?"
"I mean like y'all's relationship. I know who they are-"
"What's there to say," Nicki interrupted. The purple dress couldn't disguise her discomfort. "I still love them."
"I know that." Struggling to strike the balance between supportive friend and brave biographer, I leaned in closer. "But your mom and dad had a pretty rough relationship, right?"
"Look, dad was always shot out, alright." Her deep accent began crumbling... "He was always getting mad, yelling at her. Yelling at us..."
Keeping my distance, I stayed silent and respectful.
"He tried to kill her one time," Nicki said. Her trembling hand brushed her hair to the side. "The son-of-a-bitch tried setting her on fire."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"No. Don't be. You didn't do anything." Nicki leaned back in her seat. No smile or playfulness, just a forced cool demeanor. "But they're both better now." Reflective, she gazed over at the desk. At her archive of lyrics. "I just try to come in here every day, you know. Just escape into the music."
From there, we made our way to Nicki's nicer memories. Nicki was quite the reader growing up. She described stories and books as an escape from the loneliness. How she would even pretend all these fictional characters were a part of her family.
But Nicki's true love was obvious: acting. Just the way she reminisced about wanting to be a movie star radiated off her with child-like wonder. Of course, Nicki had the theater training. The looks, the personality, the drive... the affinity for costume shops.
"Be the next Pam Grier," I encouraged her. "You've got that fire to you."
After the interview, I wrote a little before calling Ash at midnight. She was encouraging as always. The motivational speaker to my dark mind.
"I can't wait to see you there," she said.
"Yeah, whenever we finish the interviews," I replied. "Might be another month..."
"Naw, it'll be quicker than that!" Ash said with what I knew was an excited smile.
Over the phone, I kissed her good night. Then I was back at it on the laptop. One sentence into my Nicki notes before a catchy beat stopped me.
Club Staff was back. The cool chorus of "Bed" drifted into my room like mist. And Nicki's frenetic verse hit me like a hurricane.
Cracking a smile, I stumbled toward the hallway. And sure enough there were the moving lights glowing under the club's door.
Fuck it. I was too tired to care. I wrote what I could then went to bed.
When I awoke and put on my glasses, my vision was crystal clear. Too clear. Stunned, I snatched my glasses off. Yeah, they were large Buddy Holly glasses... but not the cheap Dahmer ones I had. Instead, what I had was style. Purple frames. Clean, slick lenses. In other words, expensiveass glasses. I looked all around me but didn't see my contacts case anywhere. Nor my Dahmers.
"You like the upgrade?" I heard Nicki tease.
I saw her enter the room. She wore glasses even bigger than mine. Her hair fixed up in a messy bun. Dressed in sloppy nerd attire, Nicki still managed to pull off the baggy jeans and bland red blouse. Somehow, her goofy charisma made the outfit look natural rather than tacky.
"I'm gone be like Ashley and keep improving you," she said.
Later, my morning ritual commenced. The light workout in those form-fitting clothes. The long shower. Then I threw on Nicki's assigned outfit.
Nicki and I made our way into the studio for the next interview. I kept going back to her geeky childhood. There were the many phases and personalities Nicki's creativity conjured up to deal with the isolation.
"That was all I had," Nicki said. "The writing kept me going through everything. It kept me strong."
"I understand," I said.
"Oh, I know you do." Contemplative, Nicki hesitated. "When I was a kid, I used to pretend all the books I read were real. Like all the characters."
"Chun-Li" interrupted the interview. Not even the studio was safe from Club Cookie...
Nicki's snorting cackle erupted over the music. A nerdy laugh to match the ridiculous gear.
I couldn't help but smile. "So all they play is your songs?"
With the laid-back coolness of a defiant rock star, Nicki shrugged her shoulders. "Can you blame them?"
The music only helped propel our interview. The mood got light and carefree. A few drinks and guest appearances from Kellan didn't hurt the laid-back atmosphere either.
Nicki's quirkiness was the side people never saw. Or the side they chose to ignore. Besides the crazed Roman and this nerdy Nicki performance, there was also charitable Nicki. The Nicki Minaj who helped in raising $250 million for MAC AIDS Funds.
After the interview, we did more of the same: drinking and debauchery in the Queen's palace. Club Staff's playlist accelerated along with our alcohol intake. Together, me, Nicki, and Kellan jammed out like college roommates.
My buzz spiraled into a swirling haze. I collapsed on a living room couch. Nicki sat right beside me while a laughing Kellan stumbled in a recliner. The last thing I remembered was Nicki's playful smile. Her light touch on my shoulder. And then my eyes closed.
Sunlight splashed across me like a bucket of water. Groggy, I awoke in the guest room. I still don't know how I ever got there. Nor do I know how my clothes changed into a tank top and a new pair of boxers overnight... I heard more Nicki tunes drifting in from Club Staff.
The Queen's ferocious flow on "Feeling Myself" enrapturing my ears, I reached over and grabbed the purple glasses. I snatched my cell phone. 10 A.M. And seven missed calls from Ashley.
"Fuck!" I yelled. Frantic, I got ready to call her back.
A harsh grip ensnared my wrist.
"Rhonnie!" Nicki's ferocious voice screamed. "We've got work to do!"
I faced her focused stare. Now Nicki was in tomboy mode. Pure defiance. She wore an oversized black Ramones tee shirt and loose, holey dark jeans. Her hair was straightened and stringy. Less stylish than usual... but still oh so attractive.
"That means no calling your girl!" she continued.
With blazing speed, Nicki snatched my phone. Her clenched hand a bear trap. "We've got an interview, remember. Now go change and get your workout on! You know the damn drill!"
Indeed, I did. I changed quick into those tight shorts. Then I hit the gym hard. The entire Queen album played from the staff room.
The treadmill and crunches left me sweaty. Almost delirious, I staggered around the room. Surrounded by nothing but my exhausted reflection. And Nicki's music. Tired, I approached the flatscreen. My finger stumbled through the buttons.
The screen shifted from MLB Network to a different feed. I'd hit the input button on accident... and what I saw now was live footage from Nicki's palace. From my gym.
The video was clear as day. A home movie in high definition. And there I was on screen: walking the treadmill, doing my sit-ups and stretches. All in those flattering pants. I was the oblivious star of Nicki's private movie. And who the Hell knows what she was using it for... or just how many videos she had.
I was too scared to explore this feed any further. Nervous, I turned off the T.V. And with restless eyes, I scanned the workout room. But I saw no cameras. No glowing red lights. I was alone.
I decided to play it cool. Not that I had much choice with no cell phone or weapon. And this far away from home.
In the guest room, my clothes were already prepared for me. Today's wardrobe: tight jeans and a colorful red tee.
Then we had our latest session in the studio. Nicki's persona now shifted from playful artist to combative genius.
That morning took us on a variety of much darker topics. We discussed Nicki's messy break-ups. The abortion she had at fifteen. Her mood grew more anguished. There were less smiles and more frustration. Regardless of the never-ending Nicki playlist from Club Cookie or even the constant booze each of us indulged in, a vulnerable sadness punctured through Onika Maraj's confidence.
"Is this how you felt when you were younger?" I asked.
"Honestly, Rhonnie," Nicki struggled to say. Her shaky hand pushed her hair to the side. "That's how I've always felt. Disrespected, alienated. All that shit."
"What about your critics?"
"My critics?" Nicki said, her voice devoid of all charm and warmth.
"Yeah," I said. "The people who criticize your music. That all you do is sexualize yourself, you have no depth-"
Like a defensive animal, Nicki leaned in real quick. A fiery glare conquered her face. "But I do care!" her deep, guttural voice yelled. "I do have depth! I talk about more than just how beautiful I am! Maybe if people listened to the rest of my Goddamn songs, they'd see that!"
"And I agree. But there's always other factors at play here. Racism, sexism."
More sadness weighing her down, an emotional Nicki motioned toward me. "But it's not just that! I expect that bullshit!"
"What do you mean?"
Nicki's gaze drifted toward her many notebooks. "I mean most people don't know how much I care about equal rights. For blacks, the LGBT community."
"The people who know you know that, Nicki," I replied. "They know you for more than just sexy lyrics."
With the reflexes of a cautious cat, Nicki confronted me. "But they should all know, Rhonnie! Especially before they start criticizing me and my fucking fans." She ran trembling hands through her hair. Faint sweat oozed through her fingers. No costume could conceal this sadness. "But no one wants to see that," Nicki went on.
An unsettling silence ensued. But I pressed on. I had to. For the book, for me. For Ash. And even for Nicki's own damn sake. "But I don't know, Nicki," I said. "I think there's more to it than just the critics."
Nicki's eyes pierced into my soul. "What do you mean..."
"What you had to go through with your parents, all that loneliness," my voice said with equal parts sympathy and strength. "And then you had the abortion. I mean shit, the bad break-ups. This isn't just critics and trolls, Nicki."
Nicki pulled her glasses off. Her poise vanishing right before my eyes.
"And you didn't even talk about your cousin," I said.
Tears fell down Nicki's eyes. Gone was Nicki Minaj. Here was lonely young Onika.
"Nicholas Telemaque," I said. "His death affected you too. All these tragedies did. They built up inside you, Nicki. They still hurt you."
Defiant, Nicki wiped away her tears. "What do you think you are, Rhonnie? Some kind of fucking doctor!"
The bitter response caught me off-guard. "No..."
Her roller coaster of emotions veering off the rails, Nicki opened a desk drawer.
I leaned in toward her. "Look, Nicki-"
"No, stay your ass right there!" she shouted. The drawer's loud slam overshadowed the never-ending Nicki Minaj soundtrack.
Nicki faced me. A yellow wig covered her straight hair. Her tears replaced by wild eyes. "Hello there," she responded in a British accent.
I forced a chuckle. "What the fuck. You keep spare wigs in there?"
"Always, baby," she replied, her accent even crazier. The full Roman Zolanski effect. And Nicki's eyes looked... hungrier.
Uncomfortable, I sifted in my seat. "Well, look, we can just take a break-"
Like a monster on the prowl, Nicki leaned in close. Real close. "We do need a break..." A madcap smile crossed her face. "For something else." She grabbed my leg in a confident grip.
"Uh, what are you doing..." I said, uneasy.
She went in closer, inches away from my face. "Don't you know I wanted you here for more than just a biography, Rhonnie."
Struggling against her powerful strength, I tried to hold Nicki back. "No, look. I can't."
I stumbled out of the seat.
Leaning up against my chair, Nicki let out a wicked laugh. "Come on, Rhonnie!"
Nervous, I now noticed all the empty wine bottles and longnecks on the desk. "Naw, this ain't cool man." I faced Nicki. The drunken starlet was still hot even looking this crazy in a haphazard wig and runny eyeliner. Just scarier than usual. "We can't do this."
"I know all about you, Rhonnie," Nicki continued in that quirky British accent. That Roman tone. "There's more to you than just the writing." Standing, she rose to the beat of "Roman's Revenge." The hypnotic track dominated the scene. As did the Queen's deranged presence.
"Nicki, chill," I said. "I've got Ashley, you've got your man."
Nicki glided toward me in quick steps. "I knew all about you before I brought you here, Rhonnie." Playful, she leaned in with that manic smile. "I've seen those porn accounts."
"What..."
In a tenacious tease, she traced her long fingernail down my face. "On Reddit." Her hand grabbed my crotch. My ever-growing crotch. I couldn't help it. The sensation was too much. "I know you've got that big dick." Nicki stole a glance behind me. "That ass too. I've seen all of you, Rhonnie, and I like what I see." Seductive, she stuck out her tongue.
I held her back. My awkward weakness no match for Mrs. Majesty. "I can't. Not to Ash."
"Why not?" Nicki challenged. She got in my face. "She's a fan, remember?" Her confident cackle seamlessly blended into "Roman's Revenge."
"Naw, it's not fucking right!" I said. The booze now hitting me hard, I turned toward the door.
Nicki's hands snatched my ass. "Bring that ass!" I heard her cry.
Helpless, I confronted the pretty face. The crazy, pretty face. Nicki's hands squeezed harder, literally holding me in place. I had no chance at escape in these tight jeans...
"I ain't letting you out, babe," Nicki told me. She leaned in closer, seductive yet strong. "Never."
The first kiss was quick. The next one a bit slower. Her hands clamored all over my body. The sensations and suffocating loop of "Roman's Revenge" overwhelmed me. Here I was with my celebrity crush, two thousand miles from the love of my life. The alcohol left me enraptured. My large erection stayed firm. Nicki smacked my ass for erotic emphasis. Her purring ever constant. If Ash was ever in a similar spot with Ryan Reynolds or Michael B. Jordan, I'd understand. I'd forgive her for giving in to the smorgasbord of sin. Just like I hoped she'd forgive me.
I held Nicki in my arms and pressed against her. Our kisses erupted with unbridled passion.
Tilting her head back, Nicki cackled like a wolf howling at the moon. Carnal hunger conquered her.
"Barbie Dreams" began on Nicki Radio. A seductive rhythm for our intimate encounter.
"You're beautiful," I told Nicki.
Nicki threw down my pants. "Likewise," she remarked. She tore off my shirt and held my face in her hands. "Welcome home, Rhonnie."
The door swung open behind us.
Startled, I turned to see Kellan step in. A completely nude Kellan. His body was chiseled under Nicki's guidance. His big dick flopped out. A beer still held in his hand. His beaming smile locked in on me. "Hey, you ready to join, Rhonnie?" he said.
I stared at him, confused. Even as excitement still coursed through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked. I felt Nicki step away from me.
Chuckling, Kellan swung his dick around. "Oh, you'll see!" He pointed at my own penis. "You should be doing the same with that big thing, man!"
The sound of a drawer being ripped open made me whirl around. "Nicki."
Nicki stood a few feet away. All ready for "the show." Her new outfit featured a Braves baseball cap, a loose tank top over her large breasts, and a lowered pair of checkered boxer shorts. How she changed in a matter of seconds I'll never know. Nor how fast she got the strap-on attached to her crotch. Sure, I was a well-hung guy. But even I was humbled by this big pink dildo Nicki wore. A dick bigger than the tower...
Considering how thicc Nicki was, those thrusts were gonna be fucking hard. And judging by her excited Roman face, Nicki looked to know how to use this beast. I now felt horror once I remembered she loved to peg...
I stood naked and still. Too stunned to move. Both from fear and sexual exhilaration.
Nicki cackled. "I told you I wanted that ass," she said in a deep voice. Her hands cradled around the protruding prosthetic. "I want all of you, Rhonnie."
Footsteps echoed right behind me. "We both do," I heard Kellan say.
Both of them descended upon me. The curtain now set to rise for this forthcoming threesome. Drunk, I stumbled up against the desk. My eyes strayed back-and-forth between the two pretty people. "Barbie Dreams" a sensual backbeat. This setting far crazier than any Nicki Minaj music video I'd ever seen...
"I be like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in," a playful Nicki sang along. She swung the dildo around. A gigantic pendulum all for me...
Terrified, I woke with a start. Sweat drenched my skin and bed sheets. My heart pounded like an incessant scare chord. And yet somehow, my ass wasn't pounding with pain...
I grabbed my purple glasses off the nightstand. Feelings of relief hit me once I realized I was back in the guest room. Everything was quiet. A beautiful morning with nothing but serene silence surrounded me.
And there was my phone lying right by the pillow. Complete with the seven missed calls from Ashley. It was 10 A.M. and I'd just survived a fucking crazy dream.
Excited, I called Ash back, but I just got her voicemail. I knew she was okay. But still. I missed hearing her voice...
I figured I'd call her back after the workout. Knowing the mysterious camera feed was from the dream, I didn't worry about being filmed now. Once I got back to the guest room, I put on Nicki's select outfit for the day.
The hallway was so quiet I could hear my own footsteps. Hear my own thoughts. I saw no sign of life from the staff room. The smell of breakfast pulled me into the kitchen.
Wearing a flowing pink dress, Nicki stood at the oven. Her hair was done up in an elaborate bun. In the tall high heels, she looked fucking spectacular... even if the outfit was more appropriate for a nineteenth-century ball rather than cooking.
Stirring a pot, she grinned at me. "You ready to eat?" she teased in that Roman Zolanski accent.
I walked up to her, impressed. "Damn, you cooked that?"
Like a confident prom queen, she strutted up to me. "Of course," she said in her natural tough accent. "I've been cooking for us all along, Rhonnie." Her grin ever so wicked, she laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Starships" roared back to life. The bombastic beat and Nicki's blazing lyrics squashed the silence like a nuclear bomb of pop music.
"What the fuck!" I yelled. Panicking, I looked back toward the hallway. Right from where the Nicki playlist had been resurrected...
I felt Nicki pull me closer to her lips. "Just let them play, darling," her British accent teased. "Let them have their fun!"
Right as the chorus hit its peak, I pulled away from the Queen. I rushed off toward the hallway.
Like a stage actress, Nicki held her hand out toward me. Devilish anger fueled her glower. "But darling, don't go!" her Roman voice yelled.
I did my best to ignore her. But I couldn't ignore "Starships"... the frenetic beat.
The staff room's door was open just a crack. Just enough to allow its bombastic music to escape.
Curiosity and anger motivated me. I shoved the door open and ran inside. "Hey!" I yelled.
Vivid, bright lighting illuminated the spacious area. The room way too big to be a bedroom or study. This was an arena.
Amidst the pink walls was an arsenal of antique furniture. A jukebox continued playing her jams. In the corner, an old-fashioned bar stood complete with every alcoholic beverage imaginable. I saw a closed door in the very back of this personal auditorium.
But the horror really set in once I saw Nicki's "staff." The dozens of wax figurines populating the room. All of them were positioned like pieces in an elaborate museum. And all of them were Nicki Minaj. Nicki's many "characters." There was Barbie, Roman, Nerdy Nicki. And they were all dressed in exquisite, elaborate clothing. The collection snapshots of Nicki's many moods. Each and every one of their fake eyes were focused on me.
Scared, I felt like I was drowning in this pink sea. Isolated amongst the Pepto-Bismol walls. "Starships" became etched deep in my mind. I broke down into a terrified mess.
"Rhonnie!" an enthusiastic voice shouted.
I saw Kellan step out from behind the bar. Shirtless and clad in only boxers, Kellan's muscles were exposed for all the world to see. And of course, he carried two beers. Like a sinister toast, he held one out toward me. "You want some more, man?"
Nervous, I rushed up to him. "Kellan, we need to get the fuck outta here!"
Kellan's amused smile never vanished. "Why?"
I motioned toward all the wax figurines. "Look at this shit!" I yelled. "She's crazy! We can't stay here. She's-"
With a dramatic flourish, Kellan leaned in and gave me a kiss. A smooth and effortless smooch. I couldn't help but feel erotic excitement. Kellan's hand caressed my face.
I stared at him, shocked. "Starships" now sounded so much slower and hypnotic in the aftermath of the startling kiss.
"Now why would you wanna leave?" Kellan said to me in charismatic Caribbean accent. He ran his hands along my arms. Such soothing strokes. "We have everything we want right here, Rhonnie."
I stumbled back.
"You can live here like me," Kellan said. Triumphant, he held up his arms. "Forever!"
"No," I said. "I can't..."
"Oh yes, you can!" Nicki's theatrical British accent cried.
In this pink funhouse, I whirled around.
Cackling like a witch, Nicki stepped into the room. She was back in her Roman attire: the blonde wig, the smeared make-up, a regal black dress embellished with glitter. And an evil face. "Everyone stays with me!" she shouted.
Full of carnal satisfaction, Nicki lifted up the dress. There was the large dildo from my dream. Or what I thought was a dream...
"Aw, fuck..." I said through the unease. Trembling, I staggered toward the back of the room.
Nicki's crazed eyes pierced into me. "Now it's time for fun." She snarled like a dungeon dragon. And in this brutal instant, her performance veered from hammy camp to fucking terrifying...
Scared, I took off for the door in the back.
Kellan grabbed my arm. His grip tight and clamoring for more.
"Stay!" he pleaded. With seductive slowness, he leaned in closer. "We've got it made, brother."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nicki get closer and closer. Her playful hands twirled the dildo. Her lustful gaze never strayed from me. "Come here, lover!" she cried. Nicki pointed the dildo at me like a loaded gun. "Bring that ass now!"
"Stay with us!" Kellan begged me. He lunged in toward my face.
I pushed him away. "No!"
Channeling her inner vampire, Nicki held her hands out toward me. Crazed malevolence compelled her. "Stay with us forever, Rhonnie!"
I watched the two of them get closer. Both their smiles so big and bright. Megawatt smiles for this sinister stage.
"I can't!" I yelled.
"Yes, you can!" Nicki cried. Using on all her aggressive strength, she came charging toward me. Her speed faster her flow.
Scared shitless, I bolted for the door.
Nicki's deranged cackles erupted all around me. As did her deranged verse from "Monster."
I tore open the door and jumped inside. In one quick slam, I locked it behind me. Then I heard the long fingernails clawing at the door. Not to mention a long dildo flopping against it...
"Rhonnie!" Nicki's British accent cooed. "Come back, lover! Come back!"
Breathing heavy, I checked my surroundings. The dark, small bedroom awaited me. A hidden bedroom. I saw no windows. Only dim lamps for lighting. A vinyl record player and overfilled bookcase were here for decoration. Long pink blankets covered the queen-size bed.
Once I no longer heard Nicki's desperate attempts to get in, I relaxed. Up until I heard her British accent rapping along to the iconic track..
Shivering, I retrieved my cell phone. I knew I still had Ash. My one hope for getting the fuck out of here. My thumb hovered over her number.
A bedside lamp cut on, blinding me.
"Shit!" I cried. Shielding my eyes, I looked toward the bed. Speechless shock swept over me. I didn't even feel the phone slip from my grasp.
"Rhonnie!" Ashley's beaming voice yelled. Dressed in a pink bathrobe, she rushed up to me. "You made it!"
"Ashley," I said, still confused and scared. "What the Hell's going on?"
Full of Nicki's madcap glee, Ash snagged a hold of my hands. "Nothing," she said. "I'm just glad to see you."
"Look, we gotta go, babe!" I said. Outside, Nicki's howl-along to "Monster" sent shivers down my spine. The cry of a werewolf pop star.
"What do you mean?" Ash asked with a smile.
I looked into Ash's eyes. Her lustful, hungry eyes. There was no panic in her. Only a comfortable contentment. The same chill spirit Kellan exhibited during the entire trip.
"Babe," I said. Uneasy, I squeezed her hands. "How'd you get here? What the fuck's going on?"
Like the devoted fangirl she always was, Ash kept displaying her grin. Her unwavering excitement. "Nicki brought me here yesterday!" she said with reverence. "We've been waiting to surprise you!"
All I could do was stare at my girlfriend's pretty face. Her conversion from fangirl to psychofan now all the more obvious.
"Nicki loved your stories, she even told me!" Ashley said. "I just knew you and her would work well together. Then we could all come out here!" Ash pulled me in close, her ferocious fingernails digging in deep through my defeated flesh. "Ooh, I'm so excited, Rhonnie! Nicki said we never have to leave!"
I heard the door creak open behind me. The jukebox now played "Barbie Tingz." An anthem for this most twisted "love." A theme for Nicki and Kellan as they made their way toward us... toward the queen-size bed.
Reaching both a sexual and passionate hysteria, Ashley jumped in place. Her hands ran wild over my body. Her series of kisses a demonstration of mad love. "I don't ever wanna leave, babe! Not ever!"
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So, last month I got punched in the face hard with writer's block. I've been trying to work past it but I've been struggling. So apologies for my total lack of output. I'm just... unhappy with what little I did make.
To try and shake things up I decided to work on a side story that's been in my head for a bit. This is just to sort of see if the Material Differences World is interesting enough to support other stories. That said I'm trying to make it stand alone as well... but we'll see. Anyway it's slow, and a bit lengthy but I'm hoping if nothing else it's helped me break my drought.
Let me know if you want more, and as always enjoy!
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Vic slowly picked at her food as she looked up along the beach, her mind drifting as she thought about her home and her future. Sanguine Falls had never been all that important of a town even before the war. Overshadowed by Gullhaven to their south, Sanguine Falls was just thought of as the place you stayed for cheaper hotel rooms. Even their “famous” boardwalk was more of a local thing. Some big named celebs came to stay at the spas around the springs that fed the falls but that was about it. It didn’t help that the biggest spa had been the Opulent Church Divine Wellness Center. Then the church became the Hive and started a big ol' war. That went well for the town. Super great.
Even as the world rebuilt what was there for Sanguine Falls? They had… a few small local businesses, some lackluster beach hotels only half open at this point, and… a lot of kids without much direction in life. “You going to finish those?” Vic glanced over at her friend Herc. Despite being named Hercules he in no way resembled the legendary warrior. Instead he was about her height, and on the lanky side of things.
“Go for it.” She pushed the little tray of tots towards him. Bubs’ Fry Shack was famous for its tots. From regular ones, to giant tater tots stuffed with cheese and bacon, or any number of other variant of fried potato stuffed, covered, or slathered in various toppings. It was one of the few restaurants to survive the war and the aftermath without really changing. When things had been really bad he’d scaled back the toppings, but people still loved fried potatoes. In fact these days he was doing so well he’d be closing down the small shack and opening up an expanded restaurant in Gullhaven proper. But that wasn’t public knowledge yet.
She was going to miss the fry shack for any number of reasons. Coming out to enjoy the boardwalk and get some junk food while people watching had been one of her favorite things to do with her friends. “What about those two Vic?” As if her other friend Maria Emilia had read her mind the other girl nodded at two people sitting at the edge of the boardwalk. “The asian woman and the big black guy.”
The two people in question certainly weren’t locals which wasn’t unusual, but they didn’t really fit the mold of the few tourists they did get around here. The woman had some outrageous gold jewelry on as well as high waisted shorts that hadn’t been in fashion since… maybe ever. Vic wasn’t sure. The guy looked ready to flex and burst out of his polo shirt, and yet really didn’t strike her as the typical meathead type. Maybe it was the lack of tats, or just how his deep laugh kept echoing out in such a happy manner but she got the feeling he was friendly.
Both of them were obviously having a good time, sitting at the edge of the boardwalk with enough trays of tots around them to feed five people easy. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about but everyone could hear them laughing together before they’d start making all kinds of wild hand gestures and resume their conversation. Seeing other people so happy certainly helped bring her out of her own personal malaise. At least a little. “So what’s their story?” Herc asked.
“Mh.” Emilia nodded and wagged a finger. “The lady is married to some rich guy in the capital, this is her side guy who she really has fun with. They’re living life to the fullest now before they go back, murder her husband, and take all his money. They’re eating a lot now before they do this because to get rid of the body they’re going to eat him so they need to expand their stomachs.”
“Not a chance.” Vic countered with a roll of her eyes. “Look at how they’re laughing and talking. Those aren’t lovers.”
“I never said they were lovers.” Emilia replied quickly. “I’m just saying they smash.”
“No.” Vic shook her head. “No… They’re brother and sister.”
“A black guy and an asian woman? If they were siblings wouldn’t they look more like… you?” Herc asked with curious glance over at Vic.
“The technical term is blasian.” Emilia informed him with a nod as she slurped at her citrus slush.
“The technical term is bite me.” Vic shot back. “They’re brothers and sisters from an orphanage. Siblings of circumstance. They always made sure to look out for each other growing up. This was one place they had fond memories of from growing up. The offshoot cheap beach town vacation spot since the orphanage didn’t have the money to send them into Gullhaven. They drifted apart once they survived the war but are now back to relive some glorious moments of an innocent childhood on the boardwalk and eat all the tots they could never afford back then.”
The trio were quiet as they watched the pair eat and laugh a bit more before Herc spoke up. “I like Vic’s story way better.”
“You always like her stories better.” Emilia protested with a roll of her eyes.
“Yeah well, her stories don’t immediately delve into murder and cannibalism.” Herc shrugged.
“And sex.” Vic added. “When was your last people watching story that didn’t involve some combination of those three things?”
“It’s more interesting that way.” Emilia waved it off as she went back to slurping on her drink.
“It can be interesting without going straight for blood and body parts.” Vic suggested but didn’t really have an issue with leaving the conversation there.
“So…” Herc muttered after a little. “Do you not like the term blasian?” He gave Vic a nervous glance as asked.
“I just don’t get the term asian at all.” Vic replied. “I’ve never been to earth. My dad has never been to earth. His parents never went to earth either. Why should we use a term based on a geographic location on earth to describe how people look on far off planets?”
“Porn.” Emilia immediately replied. “Gotta organize porn somehow. So if you look like the people in asian hotties then you’re asian. I mean I’m not from earth but I look like the girls on latina hotties.” She pointed out.
“The reason you look like the girls on latina hotties is because you post your slutty ass mirror selfies there looking for validation, even though you don’t bother cleaning up your dirty ass room.” Vic snorted and Herc laughed even as Emilia stuck her tongue out at Vic.
“At least I’m confident in who I am.” Emilia retorted and Vic could only give a begrudging nod at that. Maria Emilia was confident if nothing else. The problem of course was just how confident she was when she could almost never back up that confidence. “Hey, Bubs incoming.” Emilia mentioned as Vic and Herc looked over to see the smiling man heading over to them.
“My favorite trouble makers.” The big man grinned as he approached. Bubs was that level of ambiguously ethnic that left people like Emilia coming up with a million theories about his heritage. Vic never really bothered to care, she just knew he was a good guy and that was enough for her. “Mind if I have a chat with my best part time chef?” He asked with a point at Vic.
“Sure, c’mon Herc lets go look at the stuff in Magnolia’s window and make her fret over the youth.” Emilia immediately reached out to grab Herc’s arm and tug him along up the boardwalk. Herc just had a slightly confused expression as he let himself be pulled away. Vic always thought that Emilia secretly had a crush on Herc because he was quiet, honest, and loyal. All the things Emilia’s relationships weren’t. It was like somewhere along the line she got a reputation for being loud and flamboyant and felt like she had to play into that, regardless of what she wanted for herself.
“Still stuck in your head?” Bubs asked as Vic watched her friends walk off.
“My own personal malaise.” She replied with a slow nod before she turned to look back at Bubs who chuckled softly.
“Why do you like that word so much?” He asked with that friendly sort of half smile he always had.
“I don’t know… I just remembered seeing it once and I looked it up and loved it. A general level of discomfort as if in a fog, not truly sad or depressed, but just… a malaise… Like this whole town.” She sighed heavily at the end and went to pick at her food before remembering she’d given it to Herc.
“This town is recovering you know. Everything is recovering. Funhaven is even going to reopen. I hear they’ve got some sort of soft open and everything.” Bubs pointed out.
“That’s Gullhaven though. This is Sanguine Falls. The only thing our town had were spas for crazy celebrities that turned into cultists and then Hive figureheads. What do we have now? I mean your fry shack is the best restaurant we’ve got and you’re leaving. What sort of future does this place have?” Vic sighed once more but Bubs just laughed.
“Oh c’mon Vic you’re eighteen! You’ve got a chance to not only see what future it has but make yourself a part of it! Which is why I wanted to talk to you. Again. Have you talked to your parents about my proposal?” He asked as he watched her closely.
“No…” Vic muttered and looked away from his gaze.
“Why not? This is a huge thing and I’m not offering it to anyone else! But I need an answer soon. I’ve worked it out and I can go as low as 16,500. 16,000 if you can make it cash. But any less and my wife would castrate me. As it is she’ll make me sleep on the couch for a month for selling the shack so cheap but she likes you. Your own restaurant! Just have to change three letters and the sign still works!” He waved a hand up at the neon above his building.
“I’d also have to change the apostrophe.” Vic pointed out. “My name isn’t Vics.”
“Ah who would notice? You’d be a successful restaurateur, successful business people have no need of grammar.” He joked as she smirked a bit.
“Don’t let Mrs. Flawn hear you say that. She’d strangle you.” Vic teased back a little.
“Is she still alive?” Bubs asked with a surprised look. “Does she still have the same wig?” Vic nodded slowly. “Wow… she was old when I was your age.”
“Wait, you had Mrs. Flawn? And she needed a wig back then?” Vic was surprised to hear it. She wasn’t exactly sure how old Bubs was but she couldn’t figure Mrs. Fawn was that old.
“Yeah, her head was totally bald beneath it. The other students thought she was a secret skinhead and wore the wig to school to throw people off.” Bubs explained.
“Mh… the pure organic party was around back then?” Vic was also surprised to hear that. She thought they were much newer.
“Ah no.” Bubs shook his head. “Back then skinheads were just white supremacists.”
“But… Mrs. Flawn isn’t white.” Vic pointed out with a frown.
“That’s what made it so messed up that she was a skinhead.” Bubs replied with a shrug which made Vic laugh. “Yeah I know, stupid high school rumors. There was this one about a guy who had a rib removed that just never went away too.”
“Why’d he have a rib removed?” Vic asked but Bubs waved it off.
“Doesn’t matter. What does matter is you should at least try to talk to your parents about this deal. I know you’ve got it in you. I’ve never had a better cook in my kitchen, and you’re not even trained! With your own place you’d just explode in popularity! You’ll be rich and famous in no time!” Bubs gushed, but Vic shied away from his praise a little as she leaned onto her elbows on the table and looked away.
“You say that but you didn’t put Sanguine Sliders on your menu.” She muttered softly.
“Because it should be your thing! I’ve got my specialties and you’ll have yours!” Bubs insisted.
“Thanks Bubs but…” Vic slowly shook her head. “There’s just no way it would work. My folks just…” She trailed off a little and shook her head once more. “They’ll get the CAT results in a week and then it’s all over anyway.” The College Aptitude Tests were now all important for kids trying to get out of the area. Gone were the days where college level education was more or less guaranteed. The Pact didn’t have the funds to keep up the same level of free education that the Void had, and interplanetary travel expense almost completely restricted kids to local schools where competition was brutal.
“Didn’t get in?” Bubs asked as he reached out to set a heavy hand on her shoulder to give her a soft squeeze.
“I got in. I’m sure of it.” Vic replied. “But not at a scholarship level. I already heard who got the scholarships at school. If I went my parents would have to pay out of pocket. And there’s no way they can afford to send me to college and get my mom her own shop at the same time. And I’m not going to ask her to give up her own dream when she’s been working at it for so long. I’ll just come work in your new place. If you’ll let me.”
“Hey, of course I’ll let you. But you’re my last hope to sell the fry shack to a local. I can’t find anyone else interested. I’d have to sell to some corporate type and I’d hate to do that.” Bubs reminded her.
“Then don’t sell it at all.” Vic suggested.
“I need the money to help furnish my new place. That’s the problem. And before you suggest I just wait and make more money I can’t. The paperwork is already signed, and things are in motion before I got the adjusted estimate. It’s a huge mess. Trust me, if I didn’t have to sell the place I wouldn’t.” An uncharacteristic frown settled upon his big face.
“Isn’t it a bad idea to try and convince a freshly minted adult to stake their entire future on a wild and expensive venture anyway?” Vic asked.
“It really is.” Bubs nodded. “That’s why I respect your decision to not go to college. Too expensive for not enough gain.”
“I meant buying your fry shack.” She couldn’t help but laugh even as he grinned.
“I’m selling it to you for the price of a decent car. That’s not too big an ask is it? You can cook. Your overhead will be really really low, just hire your friends to help you run it.” He shrugged.
“Herc sure, but Maria Emilia? That’s just begging for trouble.” Vic shook her head a little at the thought.
“Well hire anyone else. And keep it small at first. I mean it’s basic real estate. Absolute worst case you turn around and sell it to a corporate type for a profit. There’s no risk.” Bubs shrugged once more. “Especially with your friends by your side.”
“They have their own plan for our glorious future.” Vic sighed as she imagined her future to be anything but glorious. “My mom found an old Foxtrot that’s sitting in some scrap yard south of here. Herc looked into it and he’s positive for 22,000 we could fix it up and make it fly.”
“What… one of those old spaceships? If you’re buying a spaceship for the price of a car, and not even a high end car then something is very very wrong. That’s got to be a death trap. And what would you even do with it?” Bubs asked.
“Haul cargo, have adventures. I don’t know.” Vic shrugged. “But I mean none of this happening anyway. I can’t afford college, I can’t afford your fry shack, I can’t afford a starship. It’s all just…” She trailed off.
“A pipe dream?” Bubs suggested.
“Future fantasy mental masturbation.” Vic countered which made the big guy laugh.
“C’mon Vic you’ve got to dream a little.” Bubs pointed out.
“Eh…” She just shrugged. “I’ll take online courses maybe and work in your kitchen and in a decade maybe I’ll have enough to rent a food truck.”
“With what I plan on paying you? Good luck.” They both laughed at that then and Vic sat up as she took a deep breath and tried to think things over.
“This whole thing seems sort of absurd you know. I don’t know the first thing about running a business. I graduate from high school in a few months. It seems… ill advised to immediately throw money into a business I don’t know I can handle. Aren’t adults like you supposed to be full of wise words and sensible advice, and not give us impressionable youth terrible ideas for our futures?” As she looked at Bubs he just grinned like always.
“Tell you a secret.” He leaned in closer then, sounding a bit hushed as she leaned in as well. “The secret to being an adult is none of us know what we’re doing anyway. We’re all faking it till we make it. I’m still faking it. And you’re the one who was mentioning buying a spaceship and hauling cargo as if that plan is any better than mine.” He pointed out.
“Yeah but… that’s at least a stupid plan concocted by three stupid teenagers. You’re my part time boss, which means you’re supposed to be the all knowing mentor type according to the vids.” She reminded him which just made him snort.
“Ah, well I’m the worst person to ask honestly. I’ve owned the shack since I was 19 so if I can do it you can do it.” That made her arch her brows in surprise.
“Really? How’d you afford it?” She was curious.
“I got hit by a drunk driver. Used the settlement money to buy the fry shack. See back in my day all the cool kids got hit by cars and used the hush money to get out of debt. Nowadays… I dunno what you’d do. Find a hidden treasure trove of lost artifacts from the war.” He suggested with a shrug.
“Great advice. Thank you.” Vic nodded solemnly a moment before they both laughed.
“Alright, well I’ll let you get back to hanging out with your friends and doing teenager stuff.” He nodded as Herc and Emilia began to walk back down the boardwalk towards them. “But seriously consider it Vic. Talk to your parents about it.” She nodded as he gave her shoulder another pat and got up to get back into the fry shack.
“Did Magnolia chase you away with a broom?” Vic asked as her friends got close.
“Ah she had some rich yuppie in there so she just watched us fearfully from the corner of her eye for a bit.” Emilia revealed with a shrug. “You ready to head back?”
“Yeah.” Vic nodded and collected their trash to throw away as they got ready to walk back to their side of the bridge. She knew in some real old vids they’d talk about kids from the wrong side of the tracks. But here in Sanguine Falls it was the wrong side of the bridge. Herc, Emilia, and her were all friends because they had the same walk to the bus stop every day for school. There was more to it than that of course but that’s how it all got started.
So now they began to wander north from the boardwalk, passing the old beach hotels and souvenir shops that had been closed since the war. Then there was the faded landmarks at the old Mega Mini Golfland. Her world had change so much since she was a kid. She could barely remember when everything was bright and open. All she had were the half remembered stories from older kids. It was like trying to envision someone else’s dream.
The war had broke out when she was little. The military had immediately attacked the Hive facilities around the spring and destroyed the bridge north in the process. They’d replaced it with a temporary bridge. More than a decade ago. So now it was the bridge to that one was either on the right side of, or the wrong side like her and her friends. They approached the bridge with the signs plastered all over it. “Warning temporary structure.”
The bus stop was just before the bridge off to the side. It was an old Void APC that had broken down in the battle. It had been stripped of all its tech and left behind, which made for a decent shelter from bad weather. Which was part of the problem she had growing up in Sanguine Falls. It was like there weren’t any distinct seasons. Sometimes summers were cold and dreary while winters were hot. Rainstorms could spring up at any time, and each day bled into the next as it all blurred together.
“Hey Vic, you know you still haven’t given me a birthday present.” Emilia mentioned while they all listened to the creak and groan of the steel grating as they began to cross the bridge to reach their homes. Emilia was the third oldest out of nine kids. Her parents were the caretakers of the old Shrine of the Bleeding Crown. One of the Catholic stops on the coastal pilgrimage path. Because of course five religions all claimed holy sites on this one coast. Why could they never spread out? Then again these days they all peacefully shared. Except the Hive. But that was a whole different issue.
“You said not to get you anything.” Vic reminded her. Emilia had turned 18 just last week.
“I meant don’t buy me anything. Not the same as don’t get me anything.” Emilia corrected.
“Ah… she’s got a scheme.” Herc realized the same time as Vic. Herc lived alone most of the time. His mom was a Haulervan driver who was gone for weeks at a time. They’d chat online whenever they could, and she sent her money home but he spent most of his time with Vic or Emilia because who wanted to live alone?
“Does it involve something at the compound?” Vic’s parents had their own little compound. Even before the war they’d set up a project to make an off-grid self-sustaining house. It was half buried into the foothills that led up into the hot springs. Her dad was a botanist and had set up a whole string of crops both in soil and raised in hydroponic beds that her mom the salvager mechanic had made. Not to mention solar panels, a well pump, geothermal heating, and even a beehive.
The only things they didn’t really make at home were clothes. Which her mom almost always got from thrift stores. The first totally brand new clothes Vic had gotten were her chef whites, and Bubs had bought them for her when she’d tried showing up on her first day in mismatched ill-fitting second hands that she’d scrounged from the thrift stores.
“It sure does.” Emilia grinned as they began to head off the road up the old dirt road leading to her home. “It involves your little gold mine.”
Vic sighed as Emilia mentioned that, knowing it meant it would cost her. Money had always been an odd problem for her family. Her dad had a good job as a botanist and her mom was a good mechanic, but they’d poured a lot of their early money into the compound. Then the war came and wiped out almost all their investments. Her dad still had job security as people needed botanists now more than ever, but the post-war economy was taking time to recover. Most of what they’d saved since the war went to her older brother’s education. He had made it into med school in the capital but it wasn’t cheap. The rest they were trying to save up to get her mom her own shop. Plus a bit for her own college fund.
It left them a bit tight on spending cash, but Vic had actually taken care of that on her own. Her part time job with Bubs had actually started as cover for her other money making venture. But then she discovered how much she loved cooking. The problem was she wasn’t sure how to tell her parents that. They always talked about how smart she was, and what she could accomplish. Plus cooking didn’t really break the gender norm for careers did it? Her dad worked with plants, and her mom worked on machines. What would they think of a daughter who made her life cooking?
Either way the real way she made money was through her own little growing operation. She’d found a perfect little ruin just a valley over to turn into a greenhouse, scavenged some of the hydroponics equipment from the compound, and started growing pot. Though she’d spent a lot more time getting it up to speed than she planned for. So far she had just six plants. Since the end of the war pot was in a strange place. It had been legal under Void law for people over 18, and could be grown in small batches with a permit. But Vic didn’t have a license, and the new Pact government had left its legality entirely murky.
“How much do you want?” Vic finally asked, trying to think about what she had ready to sell.
“Uh… how about… two kilograms?” Vic gave Emilia a confused look for a moment.
“Absolutely not. Are you out of your mind?” Then she remembered Emilia was awful with knowing units. “Do you mean two grams?”
“Maybe? That’s like… uh… wait… that’s too small. A gram is like a joint isn’t it? No I need something bigger. Like… what’s the other stuff? Empirical? Two pounds?” She tried and Vic just rolled her eyes.
“It’s Imperial and also no that’s still way too much. How do you not know these things?” She couldn’t believe Emilia was graduating.
“Well who cares about old units like that! The Roman empire died thousands of years ago! Why do we even still measure drugs using their stupid system anyway? Metric makes way more sense! Hundred grams in a kilogram! Who could forget that!” Emilia huffed defensively even as Vic groaned.
“It’s a thousand grams in a kilogram! So apparently you could forget it!” Vic waved at her friend.
“Whatever! It still doesn’t make any sense that we use Roman units for drugs!” Emilia insisted.
“I think it’s because they were such huge partiers.” Herc suggested. “I mean… they invented the orgy right? And roads. Our roads now are based on Roman roads. So maybe drugs just work better in the Roman system.” As usual he was quick to come up with some answer that seemed to fit and Vic shrugged it off before thinking back on what Emilia wanted.
“Two ounces?” She finally asked.
“That’s like… what? Three hundred scrip? Three fifty?” Emilia asked and Vic shrugged.
“Yeah. Around there depending on the buyer.” She tried to think who Emilia would want to sell to and then groaned. “Not Vole! He’s nothing but trouble! Why do you keep hanging around that drug dealer!?”
“Because he’s the sort of guy we’ll need to know once we get the foxtrot fixed up! Do you think we’ll be able to just roll up to a space port and ask to deliver cargo and make money? Uh. No! At the start it’ll have to be shady stuff. Plus if you just talked to him about setting up a real grow operation we could make the money we need in no time!” Vic just waved Emilia off as she was tired of hearing it.
“He suggested I sell out of Bubs’ shack! He’s a creep! And he’s not nearly as big as he makes you think!” Vic wasn’t thrilled with her future prospects stuck in Sanguine Falls but Emilia was always latching onto schemes that she thought would make them rich in no time. It made her nervous. “What are you trading for?”
“A gift for all of us. I’m not selfish, and I know two ounces is a lot. But I promise this is an us sort of plan. Not a me sort of plan.” Vic stared at her friend for a moment but Emilia looked like she was being honest.
“Fine.” Vic sighed as they headed off the road and began to walk along an old path that cut past the compound and around to the edge of hills so that they could get to the old ruin she’d set up. Her parents didn’t like her heading out this way since it had never been fully cleaned out since the war. Between the old Hive spa and the various operations that had occured in the area they were always concerned with unexploded ordnance. Plus this particular ruin wasn’t exactly uninhabited. But that’s part of why she picked it.
She had no idea what the old building had once been. It might have been part of the spa, or something else. But there was a metal outer wall that was covered in graffiti, which they bypassed through a small hatch in the edge sunk partially into the mountain itself. Unless someone was looking closely at it they’d never see it. Vic had found it years ago while exploring. Once through the hatch there were some old slightly damp hallways that lead into a central courtyard with what had been a sort of glass dome with lots of broken tech stuff. She’d cleared out the broken tech and fitted the hydroponics inside.
Leading further into the cliff were several other hatches she’d never tried to open, but one of them had been partially propped open by an old bot that she’d found. When she’d first seen the thing she’d nearly had a heart attack thinking it was some big evil reptile. Of course upon closer inspection it had just been a bot with an unusual solar panel sail ridge. She’d tried to look it up several times but could never find the right model. Then again they likely had a lot of ugly makeshift bots during the war.
Of course having more curiosity than sense she’d cleaned off the panel, stuck a mirror on the dome, and aimed it at the bot to see if anything would happen. Nothing did at first and she’d just set about cleaning up the dome. First it had been her own secret hideout. Then she’d let Herc and Emilia in on it. Then she’d started to clear it out to turn the dome into a greenhouse. That was about the time the bot came back to life. Once more nearly giving her a heart attack.
Since then the bot seemed to get a little stronger bit by bit. She knew that should worry her because her mom had told her self repair tech like that in a bot was not only rare, but usually only seen in Revenant tech. And everyone knew about the boogiemen that were the Revenant. The dead returned to life to hunt the enemies of Absolute Dynamics. They killed kids, and were soulless killing machines recruited from the ranks of felons and serial killers.
But the bot hadn’t tried to kill her. In fact after slowly turning back on it had looked around, saw her, and then wagged its robot tail. After that she’d named it Dima, since the bot looked a bit like a dimetrodon. Just… smaller. And metal. It was partially crushed by the door, and she figured it must have suffered damage in the war because whenever it tried to speak to her it didn’t make any sense. She spoke a little bot, not as good as her mom, but enough to know hellos and goodbyes, and some small messages that most bots would chirp or beep out. But Dima more sang or whistled. She’d never heard anything like it before.
Dima began to sing even before they entered the courtyard, obviously sensing their approach. She had no idea how the bot could tell it was them, but obviously it must have some good surveillance tech. “She’s always happy to see us isn’t she?” Vic mentioned as they walked back into the light.
“Just you. When I get near her she tries to bite me.” Herc muttered.
“I can’t believe you think it’s smart to project emotions like that onto a bot. It just wants to get your help to free it from the door. Then it’ll kill us all.” Emilia muttered.
“You’ve been listening to Hive propaganda too much.” Vic scowled. “Dima would never hurt us would you girl?” She smiled and approached the bot as it sang in little 8 bit tones a little louder and she could hear the smack of its tail on the metal door frame it was stuck in. She had no idea if the bot really appreciated it but she rubbed her hands along its face and then reached up to brush a bit of dirt off her solar panel sail.
“What if that thing really is some Revenant bot? What if they come back for it?” Herc was always a bit nervous about the rumors regarding the Revenant. Vic knew they were bad, but apparently Herc’s mom drove through the old Columbia ruins from time to time. So she had a few stories about rogue war bots and the creepy horror stories that survivors told regarding a long lost Revenant who still wandered the coast looking for more victims. Vic never really bought into the supernatural aspect of the Revenants, but she knew enough to know they really must have been extremely vicious killers.
“Well… Dima will put in a good word for me.” She shrugged it off and gave Dima a final pat before getting up to head into her greenhouse. “Two ounces.” She confirmed as she picked up some of the bud she’d prewrapped. She didn’t really have any sort of plans on how to sell her stuff. So far her only actually regular buyers were her cousin Jasper and one of the art teachers at school. With the two ounces in hand she checked the water level in the system real quick and then headed back out with the others.
“Are you going to tell us what this scheme is?” Herc asked as they began the trek back to the road.
“This isn’t part of anything bigger. It’s just that I’m getting us something we need and I have no idea why we didn’t think of it sooner.” Emilia cryptically answered.
“Want to stop home before we go see Vole?” Herc asked Vic as she paused to look across the way to the half submerged structure that had been her home all her life.
“Nah… I don’t really want to see anyone right now. Plus Zil would just try to tag along.” She sighed thinking about her annoying little sister.
“You’ve got one sister and you act like it’s such a chore to interact with her. She just thinks you’re cool!” Emilia teased her. “You should enjoy it while it lasts before she realizes you’re super boring.”
“It’s just… She wants to do everything with me. But I mean…” Vic trailed off as she realized she wouldn’t have a sympathetic audience. Emilia had eight other siblings, and Herc would likely love to have even one. “Never mind…” She finally muttered. She wasn’t even sure herself why it felt so… taxing to deal with Zil. It just… was.
“Why’s there such a big gap between you and her anyway?” Herc asked as they walked. “You’re only three years behind your brother and then… what? Twelve between you and Zil?”
“Uh… the war happened.” Vic reminded him.
“Oh… right.” He coughed as he tried not to look too embarrassed and failed.
“My mom had told my dad she wanted six kids in the first place. But then the war happened and they waited to see how it all shook out. I… don’t know the details and don’t want to know but apparently getting Zil was harder than they anticipated so she’s settling with three kids.” Vic further explained.
“Why six? Was she trying to compete with my mom? Even then those are amateur numbers.” Emilia teased then to get them all to giggle a bit.
“I don’t know. I mean it’s not like she was trying to fully staff a shrine with her own kids?” Vic shrugged as if it were a mystery.
“You joke, but my mom is serious about that. She says the only way to ensure there’s more Catholics in the world is to make them herself.” Vic laughed but she could really picture Emilia’s mom saying that.
“Does your dad think so too?” Herc asked which made Emilia laugh for a moment.
“I don’t really think he’s complaining Herc. I just wish the shrine had better soundproofing in the walls.” Emilia sighed at that and Herc frowned.
“Why would…” Then he trailed off and his face got bright red as he connected the dots. “Oh…”
“Oh yeah! It’s as regular as clockwork every night.” Emilia added just to make Herc wince a little with secondhand embarrassment.
“I’d point out that’s a bit too much information Emilia but you already know it is and that’s why you’re sharing. Which really summarizes your life.” Vic rolled her eyes as Emilia giggled.
Once they were back on the main road they headed north once more. Emilia’s family shrine was on the left hand side overlooking the ocean about three hundred meters up the road, while the trailer park that Herc lived in was four hundred meters past that on the right. Vole’s place was another kilometer further still. Sometimes she wondered if they would be in anywhere as good shape if they didn’t walk almost everywhere.
Vole had his pad set up in what had once been a command bunker for a network of trenches and other bunkers set up on the coast to protect against a Hive naval invasion. Really Vic thought he was trying too hard to make it seem cool. The place leaked, was cold, and had never been designed for long term habitation. But Vole was a shady drug dealer so she doubted he cared about practicality. Why the cops hadn’t chased him out of town she also had no idea. He wasn’t exactly subtle.
The bunker they approached had lights strung up across the old dishes and antenna on top, and a rug draped over the main entry hatch. Emilia knocked on the hatch, waited a bit and then knocked again before they heard a voice speak up over a PA. “What’s the password?”
“Open the door stupid!” Emilia huffed as she crossed her arms.
“No… I don’t think that’s it.” The voice replied.
Emilia leaned past the hatch and jumped up to try and look through a nearby firing slit. “Vole open up already!”
“Fine fine.” The voice muttered and they heard a thunk as the hatch was unlocked, allowing them to push the rug aside and open it up to slip inside. It was still as damp, and cold inside as last time despite being a sunny day out. More rugs were strewn across the floor in a vain attempt to make the place more warm and cozy while Vole himself sat atop his “throne.” It was an old busted assault mech chassis, that might look cool to sit on but had to be uncomfortable based on how Vole always squirmed atop it. “Ah well my little chickadee has returned.” Vole grinned wide as he waved Emilia forward.
“Happy to see me horny boy?” She asked with a giggle. Vic had to stifle a gag at that as Emilia approached her on again off again drug dealing boyfriend demon. Well… not really a demon. The Davari were humanoid xenos with horns, sharp claw like nails, and a species wide religion that practiced ritualistic scarring and tattooing. Vole’s face and bare arms were a crisscross of scars and brands set to patterns that meant something to someone, but to Vic just looked like so much fanatical idiocy.
She glanced around the room to see he had his two favorite goons with him. Quan, and Tito had been jocks when her brother was in high school. They’d dropped out senior year because becoming a thug for a low end drug dealer was their best bet for career options anyway. “Emilia.” Vic wanted to be done here quickly and she wasn’t keen on wasting time watching them cuddle up.
“Oh, it’s the feisty Victoria I thought I sensed a rain cloud coming my way today.” Vole muttered as he stopped fondling her friend to look at Vic. He knew she hated being called Victoria, but two could play that game.
“I’m not interested in having my time wasted bunny boy.” She growled. The Davari for their fearsome appearance also had small fluffy teardrop bunny tails.
“I’m a demon thank you.” He growled back. “Bunnies might know the pleasure of reproduction but they’re no followers of the great Swagin. His divine guidance leading us ever towards pain and pleasure wound together in a helix of demented delight.” He raised his hands up as he spoke of his god but Vic just pulled the wrapped up ounces from her pocket before he went on. “Oh, wait you’ve got weed.” He shut up as he quickly advanced and took them from her as he gave each a deep sniff. “Ooohh. This is the good stuff! When you said you were looking for ideas on dealing I thought you meant real scrounge stems and seeds. You’re the one who grows this stuff? Oh man this is my favorite.”
“Don’t you deal pot?” Vic asked with a frown.
“Yeah, but my supplier is garbage. I just sell it to kids who don’t know better. That also explains why I can never find this stuff. I buy it like a joint at a time from some fry cook in town.” Vic sighed and realized she needed to stop letting any of the other cooks at Bubs bum joints off her. “Hell, why didn’t you tell me your friend was the source of this miracle bud? Damn. We could make a thing out of this. I could sell your product for good money.” The xeno muttered as he gave one of the ounces another deep sniff and then headed back to his throne to tuck them away.
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Chapter 35
“So we have lost track of them?” Hatherkey asked to verify.
“Yes,” his operator Kashto, Wastad, replied clearly. “The Humans were able to slip away from the pursuing enforcement transport after inflicting damage.”
“Anything worth noting?”
“About the transport, no. Our… the stolen transport was merely used as a battering ram. The reinforcement did as advertised, allowing them to smash enforcement into the walls of the transport tubes.”
Hatherkey’s head tipped back once he understood his own requested upgrades had made the escape feasible. He looked back down, clicking his beak once. “Speaking of upgrades, I assume our tracking was disabled?”
“...Yes,” Wasted replied after taking a breath. “Whoever their operator is, they are not to be underestimated. One corpse recovered from Sapient Resources... well, from below the loading ramp, was a low skilled operator. While the operator seems to have been killed by his own ship commander, his temporary memory buffer has given some insights into the level of the troublemaker in question.”
Hatherkey had to take a deep breath to settle his ruffled feathers. While the attack on his preferred slave dealership wasn't crippling, it was very inconvenient. That had been his primary source of inexpensive thugs. The attack had also cost him several recruiters who'd decided to shoot instead of escaping. “Anything else of value from the memory?”
“No, the operator remained hidden from combat and offered little valuable information. In addition the other bodies were low tech with scrambled implants. I suspect the dead operator introduced an exploit, leading to his end… There was one thing however.”
“One thing?”
“The bodies retrieved by enforcement were not all slain by plasma and pulse weaponry,” Wastad brought up the image of a simulated pellet on screen. A smashed ball of material that morphed into an oddly shaped thing with a softly pointed end, a finned back and a narrow rod of material joining them. It was barely longer than a finger joint.
“Kinetics,” Hatherkey confirmed.
“Yes, they have weaponry that disregards deviation fields,” Wastad agreed. “The bullet doesn’t match any known designs either, this is self made.”
“So, unique weapons and a dangerous unidentified operator.” Hatherkey clicked his beak in thought. “That will draw attention from enforcement, kinetics are much easier to trace and use as evidence. The bigger danger is the operator though, isn’t it?”
Wastad turned to look up to Hatherkey from his seat. “Yes, although the operator clearly has no support beyond his own skillset. The AI supported attack from the armored personnel hover was only canceled out by damage to the hovers receiver.”
Hatherkey tapped his fingers on his synthetic wings. “Do you need further support?”
Wastad looked away for a moment in thought. “Considering the breadth of damage, it is unwise of me to promise absolute success. I would need to see more of his or her capabilities before making a true estimate…”
Hatherkey employed this particular Kashto for a reason, Wastad could promise much. So when he refused to promise at all, that required paying attention. “So that is a very possible ‘yes’ as you understand it.”
Once again, Wastad looked up to him. “Yes, it is.”
AI cores were one of the few items of contraband enforcement really cared about. A proper bribe could see many things ignored as a matter of course, especially under a certain size threshold. Work to obtain a low imprint AI core was ongoing. It was difficult to get a core that would provide a suitable boost without giving itself away via heat or power draw. Not a process they could just ‘make go faster’. A rare case where extra money didn’t provide a suitable advantage for him. Unless they determined it would be fine to have a one shot use…
“Look into obtaining a common AI core in case of an emergency,” Hatherkey ordered. An expensive contingency, but skilled and unknown operators could be more expensive yet. “If it comes to it, you’ll have a hidden bomb to unleash on this enemy.”
“I will make that a priority.”
Tsury
“He broke his promise!” Aurula whined. She had left Otto to rest after returning to the apartment. He was in no proper condition for much of anything after the scrambling he'd received. They’d spent some time in the room alone together, so Tsury suspected he’d tried. The thought of it made her vines puff up with static. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves and lower the charge.
“Well, I don’t think he did it on purpose,” Stacey reasoned, but she had to ask again. “What did he say I smelled like?”
“Like… um, 'The crunching of tires on gravel,’ and you Tsury… you were 'crayons rubbing on paper... I think?”
“That's so weird!” Stacey followed. She seemed less than thrilled by the comparison.
“Strange,” Tsury mused, although it was a little gratifying Otto had noticed and Aurula had actually passed it on.
Especially gratifying since the Leralin made it dangerous to cling onto Otto. Her mood had shifted upon landing on Karkantantar's orbital ring.
Having Otto fend Tsury off because touching ‘was too bright’ felt a bit better when Tsury discovered it really applied to Aurula.
Aurula leaned forward on the table, her wings hanging open slightly as the bird woman slumped forward.
“Oh my god,” Stacey gushed. “Can I look at the whole thing?”
“My wing? Aurula asked, “but you've already seen it.” Even so, Aurula extended her left wing towards Stacey.
“I know but it's so pretty,” Stacey replied in a big rush.
“I have to…” Tsury started as she stood up, “I have to go to the elimination room.”
“Pfft, heehee,” Stacey giggled as Tsury headed out of the room.
“What is so funny?” Aurula asked.
“It's just, your name for the washroom is so badass for no good reason…”
The door slid closed behind Tsury and she beelined right for the bedroom. The next door slid open and Tsury stepped through to see Otto lying on his back. He was undressed and under the thin blanket.
The room smelled of both Otto and Aurula, with an underlying scent of… something more that made her gut twinge oddly. It was a day old, but her sense of smell was stronger than a baseline Human.
“Otto?” Tsury called softly as she crept closer. He didn't respond. She kneeled on the floor next to the bed, resting her arms and chest next to Otto’s left hand. She rested her head on her arms, the vines from her head rustling as she got semi comfortable.
She'd fallen back into old habits, she'd realized earlier. When she heard her older sister laying into Otto because he wasn't there soon enough, Tsury had been angry. But it wasn't Tsalay she'd been angry at. It was herself to for also letting her old training take over. Letting her old self make decisions.
When they'd landed Aurula was already into her brooding season which made the Leralin cantankerous, defensive. Dangerous. Tsury had retreated from Otto and into her own self to avoid angering the cranky bird. Tsury had told herself to she just needed to be patient, but it was so hard to stay distant like that.
She took a deep breath, which was probably a mistake. The smell of them went straight to her gut, maybe a bit lower.
Tsury rolled her head to the right to free up her left hand. Watching Otto closely, she placed that hand on his thigh.
He didn't react. Straining to control her breath, her heart suddenly thumping, she leaned back to slip her hand under the blanket.
“Tsury,” Otto mumbled, catching her hand underneath his. “It’s still too ‘bright’.”
Tsury jumped and squeaked. She yanked her hand away and could feel her face glow with sudden heat.
Otto's eyes were open and he was looking at her. He put his elbows underneath himself and shimmied backwards so that he was half sitting. “What were you doing?” he asked softly.
“Nuh- nothing,” she whispered faintly.
His eyes bored into hers and Tsury broke contact, looking away with her face still burning.
“What were you doing?” He asked again, still gently.
“I, uh, I heard them talking…”
“Them?” Otto asked when she trailed off.
She couldn't answer.
“Give me your hand,” Otto said gently.
She reached out with her right hand and he held that hand with his left. Otto flinched, but didn’t let go. He didn't seem angry at least… she screwed up her courage and continued.
“Ah… Aurula was talking to Stacey…”
“Yes?”
The words started spilling out of her, “Aurula was asking about ways to, uh, please a partner and I was thinking that since she has a beak and since I don't and Stacey was saying that Mike liked it then maybe I could-”
“Tsury.”
She froze as he said her name. Tsury looked at Otto to see him looking at her patiently, but maybe a little disappointed.
“I've been neglecting you, Tsury.”
She didn't know how to respond to that.
“Tell me about a memory.”
She blinked, needing a moment to reboot. “A memory? What kind of memory.”
“Hmm, there was probably someone from before everything went bad that was a friend,” he suggested. “When you worked with deciphering genetics and making immunizers. Someone who you always enjoyed seeing visit…”
Tsury closed her mouth, looking up and right as she thought about it. Her jaw dropped open slightly as one thought came to her.
“There was this Useaset temporary employment trainer,” Tsury started slowly. “She was always coming in to replace temps who had obtained a permanent placement,” it started to come back to her as she spoke. “The thing about the Useaset people is that the have unique, uhhh, tunnel lungs? Anyways,their lungs worked to constantly draw air through vents on the side of their torso and expel it from their back. And the vents connected to their mouths too for when the weather was really bad or they were deep in muck. Because they don't draw and expel air like most everyone else, they can just keep talking until they run out of thoughts…”
Stacey
She kept a solid grip on Aurula's shoulder as the pair of them peeked through the door.
Otto’s shoulders were bare, Stacey would prefer it if he'd been wearing shirt. Anything to calm the angry bird with all her feathers puffed right up. But Tsury wasn't doing anything wrong. Not right now anyways, and if Otto was awake, the teenager likely wouldn’t have the chance.
“And the new Gerlen stumbled away, I think he'd heard more words in that minute than he had for his whole life so far!”
“Hm hm hm,” Otto laughed softly, almost under his breath. Just loud enough to encourage Tsury. The sound of it struck Stacey right in the heart. Her hand squeezed harder, making Aurula look at Stacey's face to try and determine the reason for the sudden pressure.
The look on Stacey's face must have calmed Aurula slightly. The Leralin’s feathers shrunk just a bit and Aurula let herself be pulled away. Stacey wasn’t going to let her grip slip though. She didn’t let go until she had pulled Aurula back to the main room.
Once the pair of them were in the main room Aurula turned to Stacey. “Why!?” She squawked.
Stacey dropped into one of the chairs at the table. “Because it's good for them.”
“Good? I don't understand.”
“The last person to laugh like that and look at me… like that…” Stacey had to take a breath.
“Like that?” Aurula asked.
“The last time I saw something like that, I was Tsury, and the person laughing and smiling softly like with kind eyes like Otto, was my Dad. The last time I heard someone laugh like that, I was a little girl telling my dad about my day at school.”
That brought Aurula the rest of the way back to earth. “You did say… Tsury was like a young sibling to him.”
“Yup, constantly in the way, always a problem, making things complicated... but you still love them anyways.”
Aurula thought about that for a couple moments. Finally she replied, although it seemed to hurt her to say, “... I suppose some time for bonding wouldn't hurt.”
A ping arrived in their heads. It was pretty simple, but Otto had recovered that much of his suite. It was an invitation for observation. He’d sent it to the pair of them, although Stacey knew it was really for Aurula’s benefit.
“Tsury needs some bonding time,” Otto’s message explained, “if it makes you feel better, you can join the shared space to observe.”
Stacey looked at Aurula, “Don’t do it.”
“What?” Aurula asked, her feathers puffing up again.
“If you trust him, then this is when you tell him so,” Stacey explained.
Aurula’s head flipped back and forth between looking at Stacey and looking towards the room Otto was currently sharing with Tsury. The crest on Aurula’s head was flattened as tight as it could go. Eventually though, Aurula’s wings slumped, hanging a little loose.
“I have told him… I trust him,” Aurula admitted.
“That can’t have been easy for you,” Stacey sympathized.
Eventually Tsury left the room and headed for her own little bedroom and Aurula went off to rejoin Otto.
Stacey found herself wondering if Otto would get himself into more trouble tomorrow when he went to meet Latte.
Latte
It had felt good to give him a solid slap across the cheek. She wanted to punch him, but it felt like that might have been a bit much.
The meeting had come as something of a surprise. It was not one Prason and a single Bellani but three Prason and two Bellani that found her. One of the 'Prason’ had called out, “Oh, that's the skatergirl!”
She'd picked up her skateboard and turned to see the five of them approaching. Of course, she recognized the two tone brown Prason with the green and brown Bellani in her grey jumpsuit in his arms.
She hadn't slapped him then of course, he was wearing the mask!
Even if he had failed to get a hold of her for several days. Who left people hanging like that when it was so easy to communicate?
“Hello,” she said simply, specifically talking to the Bellani in Otto's arms. They were in public, she didn't have to break cover like whoever had called out. “Want me to lead the way?”
“Yes,” the Bellani replied. Her name was Matchka, if Latte remembered correctly.
So Latte picked up her skateboard and led them to her home on foot. A couple heads turned to watch, Latte was a normal fixture in this area. But she was always alone. For that reason the Prason and Bellani following her were unusual. Still, no one had any reason to interrupt Latte.
They passed the next several minutes in silence. It wasn’t until they had arrived at the complex in which Latte and Nitita lived that they started to break cover. In the building and heading up the lift to the level she lived on, Otto removed his mask.
“Otto,” Latte said, waving at him to come closer. He'd leaned down without hesitation.
Slap
His head turned sideways with the impact and she laid into him. He remained that way for a long moment.
“I tried to get a hold of you!” She shouted, “you left me hanging, letting my message sit! Or did you open the message and just decide to wait this long?!”
“Hoo hoo, she's pissed at ya dude!” said the Prason with alternating splotches of white and brown.
The other Prason, the brown and green one, spoke up next. “Ah, been awhile since I saw him get a little comeuppance, but that’s probably enough.”
She crossed her arms and glared at Otto.
He rubbed the bright mark on his cheek, a bemused expression on his face. “Well, you’re right, I could have and should have gotten back to you sooner. In my defense though, we were planning a rather dangerous event at the time.”
“A dangerous…” only one thing came up in Latte’s mind. Nitita had been all over the news when it had come up. “Was it you? Did you attack the slave auction?!” she hissed.
“Yawp, fucked ‘em up real go-oof!” the white and green Prason grunted as the brown and green one slapped him in the back of the head.
“Language man!”
“Sorry.”
The lift arrived on Latte’s floor.
Otto
Nitita didn't have much room to get comfortable. That left Otto and the brothers standing while the weasel, the cats and Latte occupied their own seats around a smallish table in The small living room.
At least they had been able to shed the bulky disguises in the entryway. After a quick round of introductions, the initial conversation was between Nitita and the red Bellani.
“Eeksh you say! You’re the son of Juin on Oolseck 7.”
“Yes,” replied the red Bellani with the black swirls. “Sent for apprenticeship.”
“Hmm,” Nitita mumbled with a paw on his jaw. “ Well, having a Bellani helper should be ideal for mobile work, although it won't pay as well for you since we don't have a base shop.”
“Am I burden?”
“A little bit, but nothing I'm unwilling to deal with!” The Kashto said, his voice bright and positive. “You can stay with us starting today in fact, although the spare room is really quite small.”
“Can handle,” Eeksh said with calm acceptance. “Room, always small.”
“Excellent, but further talk will have to wait,” Nitita explained to his new apprentice. The Kashto turned to Otto.
“So you want to meet Red Tail. What for?”
“We need the help of a reasonably strong crew and ship,” Otto explained, “as well as the help of a doctor willing to travel, who we will happily bring back after they have helped look after our friends.”
“And just what can you offer?”
“They're the ones who attacked the auction,” Latte explained, saying it before Otto could.
Nitita froze in place for a moment.
“I broke into their security, our group neutralized Hatherkey's thugs,” Otto narrated as if it was no matter. “We then made off with a bunch of stasis pods and a couple slave servants of the auction. We dropped all those individuals off at the underground railroad.”
“You found Leroy!” Nitita remarked.
“Yes, we had no idea where you were until he mentioned a Human friend and his little girl, then the Kashto who’d stepped in when it was needed.”
“You wanted to find me so you could meet Nitita!?” Latte accused.
“Nah,” Daniel interrupted. “Otto got a verbal smackdown from a freed Hyowean first. That's when he figgered it was time ta find ya.”
The casual description settled Latte down. Otto felt his face cramp a little. If Tsalay hadn't said anything, it would probably have gone just as Latte described. A knowing look from Mike showed that Otto wasn't the only one to realize that.
“Wait, you broke a Hyowean slave implant too?” Nitita shook his head. “You are trouble aren't you… how are you at signal guarding? Could you monitor a communication line?”
“I've had some practice,” Otto replied.
Nitita’s eyes opened wide, Otto could only wonder if the Kashto was surprised or if that meant something else.
“Well, I have a contact, but it's one I'm only supposed to call in an emergency,” Nitita sighed. “If I do get through, there isn't a promise of help either, truthfully I'm not that important, just a common point of reference from certain off planet sectors.”
“Well, can't hurt to try,” Otto encouraged. “I’m sure Red Tail will be at least a little interested in us after the attack on Sapient Resources.”
“More than true,” Nitita muttered, rising to his feet in one smooth motion and heading straight for his console. “You'll likely want to work through the console for authentication,” Nitita explained.
Otto stepped up next to the Kashto. Nitita pulled one cable from his monitor and held it out to Otto. He grabbed the cable and plugged it in. Meanwhile, Nitita pulled a second cable from the monitor and plugged it into his own neck as well.
Otto could hear the people behind him chatting, but paid it no mind as Nitita initialized the message to Red Tail's contact.
“White feathered?” Otto asked.
“Yes. Her name is Oriashka.”
Something about the translator marker inherent to the name clued Otto in. He’d started getting a feel for those since stealing the hijack program from the pirates. “A Leralin?”
“Yes, Red Tail has a pair of skilled Leralin subordinates,” Nitita explained.
Otto started his autoscan routine, attempting to watch for unusual traffic as Nitita sent out the connection. He personally redirected the message a couple times as it bounced across nodes.
It arrived at the destination point without trouble that could be easily seen. Otto could probably pinpoint the building if he needed to, but something told him that would only get him partway to the actual location.
“Kashto Nitita, you were supposed to lay low,” a feminine voice complained moments after the connection was made. She was similar to Aurula in tone and language imprint, but she was a little stiffer with a higher pitch.
“I know, but I've got someone interesting for you!” Nitita gloated. Otto found himself smiling in real life.
“Someone important, please do surprise me Nitita,” her voice sounded suddenly weary. Otto suspected Nitita might be a little bit annoying with his contacts.
“Hello Oriashka,” Otto spoke, he then pulsed a small info dump packaged within an explanatory message. There was a delay, enough time passed for her to run a quick scan on the package. [It was myself and my companions that attacked Sapient Resources, we want to meet Red Tail.]
“You. what,” Oriashka was clearly surprised. “It was you? What proof do you have?”
“What proof do you want?”
There was a long hesitation. Oriashka was debating with herself.
[Requesting info share]
A risky request for either side, to engage in that share was to partially open yourself to attack. Otto was confident in himself.
[I accept, requesting connection?]
[I accept.]
The pair of them meshed dataspace and Otto could see whispers of cliffsides, water below and sunlight above. It had an uncertain quality, as if she wasn't quite sure of her environment. Otto's castle formed up across from the cliffs, partially settling into the water. He stood outside the front gate and Oriashka's form glided over to land in front of him.
Where Aurula was bright blue with some slight dappling of darker and brighter blues with a white crest, Oriashka was all white. All but the same black spots on her ear sockets. Otto had to suppress the urge to call her ‘snowbird’. It would probably make Aurula jealous if she heard the nickname.
For Oriashka’s sake, and because he was the one asking, he left open the full series of events, although he blurred the faces of his companions. He felt her attention linger on that point, but only for a moment. He could feel her respect for the progression of the fight in the main hall. It was the freeing of Hulalin that surprised Oriashka first.
“You're a cracker!”
“Yup.”
“That's… hmm,” Oriashka was clearly thinking of something, but Otto didn't feel the need to press yet. She would tell Otto who they wanted freed soon enough.
“So there was a third party involved,” Oriashka noted as she witnessed the pirate attack.
“I must confess to being surprised about that one,” Otto admitted. “Their Operator was not an opponent to worry about however.”
“Enforcement shows up only now,” Oriashka remarked as she slipped forward in the timeline. “It took Hatherkey that long to determine he couldn't catch you.”
“That response time was abnormal?”
“Yes, enforcement is much quicker when Hatherkey isn't involved.”
“Hunh, good to know.”
“...”
Otto waited for her to process her response.
A new mind joined the link. “Hello, Otto? My name is Piderby.”
“Hello Piderby?”
A positively gaudy Gerlen in a glittering purple suit and electric green boots appeared in the dataspace next to Otto and Oriashka. His green gloved hands rested on a bright blue gemstone topped cane.
“Red Tail is not in at the moment,” Piderby noted, lifting his right hand, palm facing upwards, “but I do have the authority to make some decisions.”
“...Is it possible to meet Red Tail?” Otto asked after collecting himself.
“We are out of touch for a short period of time, but as I said I can make decisions,” the Gerlen hesitated for a moment, but Otto could tell the man had a request. “You have Oriashka's belief in your capabilities… would it be possible to ask for your help?”
“I assumed we would need to help out when we heard of Hatherkey's ongoing offensive.”
“Hmm, yes…” Piderby waved at the space next to him and a translucent hologram of a warehouse building appeared. A giant brick of a building, but a quick glance showed it to be a reasonably large five story building. “Red Tail is currently infiltrating a high security location with a group of skilled members while another group strikes a second target. This third target is one we desperately wish to see hit and laid open as well, but we lack the manpower.”
“So, now that we've presented ourselves, you want to put us to work right away. A surprise for Hatherkey?”
Piderby hesitated again. “Unfortunately, no. Although that's not quite true either.” Otto grabbed the projection as Piderby talked. “We have been running a small campaign of obfuscation. We have drawn attention to multiple likely targets of which this is one.”
It was a five story warehouse, with a large gap between multiple floors to allow hover traffic between levels. Otto read the data of likely guards and expected response times for reinforcement. He smiled when he saw how many reinforcements were likely to arrive. Then he frowned on seeing the expected attack date.
“Tomorrow evening? That's cutting it close.”
“Yes, however, if you are willing to trust the data here, we have provided multiple paths of… entry…!”
Mike and Daniel stepped into coherence next to Otto.
“Whatcha thinkin’ Otto?” Daniel asked.
“Got something to ask us?” Mike followed up.
Turning sideways and looking at the brothers, Otto introduced everyone. “Mike, Daniel, this… handsome Gerlen is Piderby, and this snow-white Leralin is Oriashka.” Otto then turned his head to Piderby and Oriashka. “These brothers are Mike and Daniel, I trust them with my life.”
“Aw shucks,” Daniel replied bashfully.
“Piderby is one of Red Tails lieutenants, he wants us to attack this place tomorrow night.”
“An actual Mess, that makes sense…” Piderby said mostly to himself. “Indeed, we have several attacks planned at the same time, and several more distractions. Your aid would be invaluable.”
“So you're asking us?” Mike said to Otto.
“Yes, I wouldn't jump into this without your input.”
“Hmm,” Mike responded. He picked his way through the plans along with Daniel.
Piderby and Oriashka waited patiently.
“Yeah… you guys were pretty thorough, weren't you?” Mike asked.
“Of course,” Piderby responded.
“I do have one question,” Otto ventured. “Does Hatherkey have an AI core? I don't want to run into a second one so soon.”
“An AI…? You managed to escape from enforcement... “ The Gerlen shook his head with disbelief. He then sighed and continued, “No, he hasn't had the time to source something enforcement would allow,” Piderby explained. “We did have one early in the conflict, but Hatherkey didn't start acting openly until he had sabotaged it.”
“Good to know,” Otto replied with a nod.
“Is all this stuff actually here?” Daniel asked, highlighting a waypoint set up with supplies.
“Yes, we lost a crew recently… it was in the time we and Hatherkey were resting that you hit the Auction. So, our preparations were thought to have gone to waste.”
“Cool, I'm fer it,” Daniel gave his support.
Mike looked at Otto and then the Gerlen. “You make me think of a gaudy Tinker. You guys got the same… smell. I'm for it.”
“Gaudy? Smell? Tinker?” Piderby complained.
“We made some Gerlen friends from a downed ship,” Otto explained. “Tinker is an engineer type, smart guy, although really young.”
“Oh, interesting. If this attack goes well, Red Tail will meet with you. If you could tell me more then, I would be pleased.”
“Well, we will have to see how it goes,” Otto mused. “How should I contact you?”
Oriashka held out a small twinkling crystal. “This node is difficult to access, but with your skill it shouldn't be a problem.”
Otto reached out and accepted the sparkling data construct, “until next time.”
“Wait,” Piderby interrupted, “There is one more thing…” He waved his own hand and the three men took a small step backwards as the image of a fourth human appeared. A lanky asian man with padded, close-fitting clothes. The man looked almost normal with pants, shoes and hoodie. He had the straight black hair typical of his apparent heritage and extremely dark eyes as well. The image shifted again to show him wearing a slick streamlined harness and some silver wraparound shades.
“Who is this?” Mike asked.
“Most know him as Strider,” Piderby explained. “His friends call him Chase.”
“He is in trouble?” Otto asked, “I’ve heard of Strider, what happened to him?”
“He was captured by enforcement, if you meet him the cracking of his implant would be a substantial favour.”
“How did that happen?” Otto probed.
“Hatherkey launched an attack on one of our safehouses, enforcement caught wind earlier than Hatherkey expected,” Oriashka explained. “Chase drew attention to allow others to escape.”
“Chase is a good friend to many of us, it was fortunate that commissioner Kruent got his talons on Chase instead of Hatherkey,” Piderby noted, “Seeing him return to us would be a priceless favour.”
“I think we can keep an eye out for sure,” Mike answered for them.
“Yup,” Daniel supported without hesitation.
“No arguments from me,” Otto agreed, “But if we are to go into action tomorrow night, then we should really get going.”
Oriashka tilted her head. “Until next time,” she replied. With that she and Piderby faded from existence.
Otto retracted his consciousness and opened his eyes to see everyone watching him.
“So, what next?” Mike asked.
“What's next is Aurula is probably gonna be pissed at me,” Otto admitted.
“We can cover for ya tonight if ya want us to check shit out,” Daniel offered.
“What happened?” Matchka asked.
Otto took a breath and started explaining.
Mike
The safe house was stocked with some plasma weaponry and a few combat harnesses for Gerlen, Ytheon and a couple Kraltnin. There were parts that they could see the chance to use, so Matchka had arrived early with everyone to swap components and modules.
Otto was sitting in a corner with his eyes closed. The man was doing his best to dig into the warehouse security. More than a few times his face twitched as he worked. Mike had watched Otto work a few times, it seemed this one wasn’t quite so easy to slip into. Either that or he was still dealing with fallout from the AI core attack. It was probably the fallout Mike figured.
The room itself was cramped, a small office buried in a corner of a barely used complex. Stacey and Tsury had accompanied them to a lesser room near the entrance of the building, an inactive office that hadn’t seen use for probably years. They had brought a rental luggage hover with them. In the secondary office the men had stripped their disguises and Tanktantun had done so as well. They did have a couple spare skinsuits… Mike had to suppress a shudder everytime the word came up. But still, Tank had a couple spare black suits in the case of the current one being damaged. The man had decided this was a good time to make himself known however.
He had to admit, the big Kraltnin was damn impressive without the disguise. He’d thought the same thing the first time Tank had peeled his grey skin after leaving Hrossincru, but it was easy to forget when Tank had been wearing the black skin when they departed for Karkantantar.
But this plan depended on being impressive, so impressive is what Tank had decided to be.
“Don’t move!” Matchka said, poking Daniel in the ribs. She was trying to install a secondary deviation field pack on the left strap of his harness. Daniel had been sitting cross legged, but couldn’t stay still any longer.
“Sorry, legs goin’ numb,” Daniel apologized as he shifted around. He settled with his legs straight out, leaning back on his arms. Matchka returned to fiddling with the module mostly attached to Daniel’s harness.
Mike was already equipped, his harness had both limbs installed. One with his normal rifle and the other with a plasma rifle. They’d been able to smuggle in his blast spear as well. The belt of his harness was not just straps, but a reinforced armored belt that allowed the limbs to hang more securely off his back. Those limbs were currently folded like a backpack behind him.
Daniel only had one harness limb, he wasn’t able to keep track of more than one extra arm at a time. He also had a drone he could handle, but they’d decided against trying to bring that device into this fight. Daniel was holding his plasma rifle and the limb held his kinetic rifle.
Tank was also set with only one harness limb and a spear. He was peeking out the window at the warehouse across from and below their own location.
Otto was equipped with a bulky harness that gave him a little extra processing power. His own harness limb carried a d-plate shield and he held a rifle in his hands. Otto’s eyes snapped open.
“You in big guy?” Mike asked with a grin.
“Yeah, although just barely,” Otto admitted. “Time’s about up though, if we want to synchronize with the other attacks, we have to go now.”
“Done,” Matchka announced, patting Daniel’s new D-field emitter. “Be safe.”
“Welp,” Daniel said as he stood up. “Hope this goes as well as I believed it would yesterday.”
“How does surveillance look?” Tank asked, looking to Otto.
Otto brought up his three dimensional minimap, populating it with enemy positions as he did so.
“A few patrolling drones. A flock of Veprutasians playing dice, a pair of Kraltnin, probably whites, a sleeping Ytheon and his annoyed buddy…” Otto shook his head. “A pair of Kashto watching porn… there are a few more, but I don’t think they have any idea we’re coming. There’s a bunch of drones on standby though.”
“Cool,” Mike laughed as he pulled a grey cloak around his shoulders. “Lets go make a mess.”
End Chapter
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2017.03.25 14:50 acloudrift Hidden heritage porn

I came to the ideas of this post gradually ... probably the most controversial post yet, a blood red pill. Probably will be downvoted to oblivion by the pc crowd. They happily try to save you the trouble of thinking for yourself. Their MO is stifle dissent.
Some blue-pill thinking you should dump before understanding this post: Racism Force-feeding the OMG narrative (a basic propaganda principle) Adolf Hitler Wart on Terror
One of my long-held beliefs is the salutary effects when one CONTROVERTS the DOMINANT PARADIGM. Controvert means question, not abandon or refute. Paradigm means way of thinking (and therefore actions too). Domination is when one entity has its own attributes expressed while the dominated entities become repressed. I also believe in the natural process of evolution. Sadly, dominance is a key feature of this process. It says that one species tends to dominate within an ecological niche. Less competitive species either adapt, move out, or become extinct. Ergo, it is a survival tactic to understand the dominant paradigm, and you do that by first controverting it. Doing that has recently lead me to a big surprise, a western world conspiracy that I did not understand, until now.
1 Public sector = the state special interest groups, OMG* entities open, Deep State entities hidden; the dominators *(Official Media-Government)
2 Private sector = economic entities: those un-special masses who are taxed, ruled, con-trolled, parasitized, and dominated; composed of subgroups with separate interests, as discussed below in qui bono.
1 has a set of tools to achieve their desired outcomes. Since this sector is not a uniform bloc, it also has variations within itself. But a list of their toolset: * ownership, control, dominance, power over the following: money, mass media, popular culture, religious leadership, government (its representatives, regulations, armed forces, education and surveillance systems) * memes PUBLICITY, CONFORMITY, HERESY, and POLITICAL CORRECTNESS to assert their dominance agenda * a persistent strategy, commitment and consistency (over hundreds of years, see Fabian Society) * moral degeneracy: promotes cultural shift to relative values, (abandonment of traditional values of 2, but plays on weakness in them) * social proof (see Cialdini) conformity, to override persons who think for themselves * false flag, psy-ops (state-sponsored terrorism) * war and associated extraordinary control over 2
2 has another set of tools: * Internet freedom (for now), counter-culture, messages * rising awareness of truth, it's a trend! * public demonstrations and elections * a faction in 1 which supports this sector's interests * traditional morals and values * majority population (for now) * sabotage, politically motivated murders, black ops (non-state terrorism)
Video Intro: M-103: Canada Made Absolutely HALAL 9 min. DEEP STATE & the Subversion of President Trump #Vault7 11 min.
There is a world wide conflict of interests between the established powers 1, and the subject masses 2. Who are those persons who are in control? First rule in any investigation, to ask "who benefits?"
QUI BONO? The "Russians"! (in quotes as a sarcastic reveal: authentic Russians ousted their Khazarian/Bolshevik overlords in the early 1990s, who then emigrated to the West)
The remainder of this long post concerns Jews. I want to be clear from this point, that this label does not represent a uniform bloc. I prefer to classify this religious group into Zionists, who have a dominance agenda, and Humanists, who have compassion for non-Jews, are not aimed at hegemony, are harmonious to "Let it Be." This second faction of Jews is probably the minority, which surprises me.
Are All Jews Zionist? To Those Who Think All Jews Are Pro-Israel & Zionists The true crisis of Zionism: silent majority of US Jews have never supported it THE NEW ZIONISTS: ULTRA-ORTHODOXY HAS EFFECTIVELY SURRENDERED TO THE ZIONIST IDEA
Bolshevism/Judaism (put aside all prejudice before you go on) "By way of deception, thou shalt make war." -MOSSAD motto MOSSAD planned the 9/11 attacks to blame Arabs, and get AIPAC puppet USA to attack Israel's neighbors. At war with USA private sector, via controlling the public sector Jewish Rabbi Yosef Tzvi ben Porat Explains How Hitler Was Right! The Hidden Hand of the Rothschild (✡) Banking Family 16 min. The Truth About Nazi Brown Shirts 24 min. Ashkenazi Jews and the Murder of the White Race 14 min. Agenda 21 - Replacement Migration - United Nations 28 min. Porn and Human Trafficking, Russian Khazarian Mafia 33 min. Jewish Mafia Control Exposed 44 min. THE INTERNATIONAL JEW Sabbatean New World Order - Religion of the Illuminati 14 min.
The following text was written around 1900. It has since been claimed a hoax. But if a book had been published that explained exactly why and how the 9/11/2001 attacks were made, do you expect that book would be claimed a hoax too? Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion (download options)
QUI BONO? Mid-Eastern and African Islamic persons! Islam is the ideology which is gradually encroaching on Europe and North America. It's based on a medieval dominance seeking faith in murder and suppression. For now, they are the beneficiaries of Khazarian Mafia policy to dilute the predominantly gentile aforesaid northern populations. The fact that these persons are composed of non-white races is correlated with the "white genocide" that is a byproduct of its dominance. Khazarians are not at risk because their culture bans miscegenation. They want to become the last whites standing.
QUI BONO? Roman Catholic persons! This traditional group has gained dominance in south and central America since the Spanish/Portuguese conquests in the early 16th century. There is currently an influx of migrants from these regions, to the economically successful north. Most of the immigrants are from the more desperate poor segment of their societies, who tend to be darkly colored, but more importantly, less intelligent. Some call this migration "reconquista", after the retake of Spain from the Moors (USA captured about a third of its landmass from Mexico by war). Catholicism has a long history of repression against non-Catholic "heresies". It is another dominance-seeking ideology.
QUI BONO? Those ethnic groups of statistically lower intelligence emigrating from tropical areas to northern, white dominated, economically successful, but morally corrupt areas Average national IQs according to IQ and the Global Inequality
qui non proficit, deficit The Zionist plan is to dilute the gentile peoples with "persons of color" who have lower intelligence, and are thus easier to mind-control and dominate. That dilution is only a step, another step is to exterminate the dominated by "getting everyone chipped" and then proceed to turn-off their chips. Gradual extinction.
"There is such a gap between how one lives and how one should live that he who neglects what is being done for what should be done will earn his destruction rather than his preservation." N. Machiavelli, Discourses
Socialism. It means a public sector directly controls wealth and behaviors of private sector, ultimately via regulation, and force of arms. "Patrician" is the old Latin label for the special group, which was a traditional faction centered on family heritage. "Apparatchik" is a new (Russian) label for member of the special group that achieved their special status by victory in armed conflict. Both apparatchik and patrician have special privilege, but gained that status via different routes.
Fascism. This is a form of socialism in which the private sector is manipulated via a crony relationship with managers of large economic entities (corporations, cartels, unions, etc.) rather than direct state ownership. It means no rules, no limits. The gods of empire choose, while the plebs lose.
Zionism employs both of these social paradigms
The Jewish Religion: Its Influence Today The Jewish Role in the Bolshevik Revolution and Russia's Early Soviet Regime Jewish Bolsheviks Murdered 66 Million In Russia Zionist Neo-Bolshevik Holocaust Has Already Begun USA is a Fascist regime
End of original post. Vulcan farewell: Live long and prosper. The Other Israel - The Whole Story Of Zionist Conspiracy 10 min.
Zionism Uncensored: The Rothschild Banking Dynasty Creation Of Israel https://www.activist-news.com/what-is-zionism/
Real Truth: WW1, WW2, WW3, Zionist NWO Agenda & Palestine Conflict Exposed (see text below picture) 80 min.
Rothschilds Own The Vatican via Israel (detailed, illustrated lecture) 30 min.
Rothschild Zionism Vatican and Israel 11 min.
Lord Rothschild Discusses How His Family Created Israel 2017 Interview 6 min.
Lord Jacob Rothschild Admits New World Order Is Collapsing
Rothschilds are Jesuit Controlled: audio, detailed liner notes on hierarchy 11 min.
"Jews" in Israel are Khazar Ashkenazi (Zionist Jew is a fraud) 16 min.
Iron Curtain Over America; J Beaty 80p
Milo Yiannopoulos vs Paul Joseph Watson on the Jewish Question 5 min,
Resistance to Jewish Power -Henry Ford audio 51 min.
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2016.12.21 15:17 JosephHumbertHumbert Heritage hidden porn

My Festivus gift to you delightful exmo heathens. Like Mormonism itself, the following is a hodge-podge of fact, fiction, “speaking as a man” personal opinion, and creative liberties with the truth. And just like Mormonism, I don’t bother to tell you which is which. Happy holidays!
Jan - April can be found here
May TSCC kicks off May with a church-wide youth broadcast where Elder Maynes asserts that multiple, differing First Vision accounts make it the "best documented in history", which means it is super true and totally believable. Maynes stops short of actually comparing and contrasting the variations in the first vision accounts because that's not terribly faith promoting.
Jealous at the attention Jowls received for the Tempe Tantrum, Pres. Newsroom throws the Trib Tantrum. In an official statement on mormonnewsroom.org, Pres. Newsroom chastises Salt Lake Tribune editors, sulks that the church was not approached for comment on pending news stories about the BYU rape scandal, accuses the Trib of "gotcha journalism", and implies the Trib is not a "serious newspaper." Noticeably absent from Pres. Newsroom's hissy fit are any facts that refute the well-sourced information from numerous published Trib articles.
At a BYU Idaho devotional, Sheri Dew announces that she has received revelation that perfectly explains the troubling Nov. LGBT policy. Tragically, just as she is about to impart this knowledge, she suddenly discovers her little factory is an innie, not an outie, thus disqualifying her from expressing an opinion in a church setting. Dew sits down without sharing her revelation, once again reminding devotional attendees that Mormonism absolutely has the answers to your questions, it just won’t share them with you.
Nostalgic for a time when it believed itself to be politically relevant, TSCC wraps up May by dusting off its California Prop 8 tactics and taking them south of the border to Baja California (and the rest of Mexico). The Mexican Area Authority issued a letter calling on church members to oppose efforts to protect same-sex marriage in the country's constitution. Area leaders also called on Mexican restaurants to stop selling combo plates with two burritos or two tacos together, insisting that vendors sell only combo plates with one burrito and one taco together, with the burrito given a slightly more prominent position on the plate, as God intended.
June Three lawsuits against the church are filed by four Navajo nation members who claim they were physically and sexually abused by their LDS host families when they participated in TSCC's Indian Placement Program in the 1970s and 80s. In behavior befitting the true church of Christ, the church denied any responsibility, blamed the host families, and challenged the jurisdiction of the lawsuits, because obvs the Book of Mormon says the Lamanites will only have stewardship over the land if they are righteous, and with all the peyote smoking going on we know that can't possibly be the case.
U.N. researchers announce that very hot drinks "probably" cause esophageal cancer. TBMs — who excel at cherry-picking scientific findings — rejoice that science has finally proven the WoW proscription against hot drinks, until asked if hot chocolate is now forbidden and if iced tea will be served at the next ward picnic. TBMs go back to muttering about obedience, not health benefits, as the real reason for keeping the WoW.
Concerned that seminary students were having a difficult time reconciling current church policy with scriptural teaching (such as Matt. 19:14), church leaders undertook a painstaking review of church policy to ensure it was in full harmony with scriptural doctrine. Ha ha! No. Instead the church scrapped scripture teaching in seminary, replacing scriptural mastery with doctrinal mastery, a curriculum of faith-promoting rumor combined with any crazy-ass thing Joseph or Brigham made up, carefully redacted to support whatever crazy-ass thing today's prophet is making up. "If students want a firm testimony of the church it's best if they have a minimal understanding of the scriptures,” Pres. Newsroom was heard saying in a moment when he thought the mic was turned off.
Four Mormon missionaries in Mexico are detained by police for kidnapping when the father of two young boys accused the missionaries of kidnapping his sons by luring them with candy to get baptized against his wishes. Pres. Newsroom assured everyone this was strictly against church policy: “It is contrary to our business plan to offer tangible goods in exchange for obedience. We promise only vague, non-specific blessings in order to maximize profit margins.” In a surprise move, Pres. “Rule Breaker” Ivins -- still itching to excommunicate someone -- calls a court of love for the boys’ father, despite the fact that the father does not live in Ivins' stake and is not technically a member of the church.
TBMs (mostly) profess to be shocked and saddened at the shooting deaths of 49 patrons at an Orlando gay club. When it is pointed out to them that their own leaders have engaged in verbal terrorism by calling homosexuality perverted, abominable, diabolical, evil, ugly, and degenerate; TBMs respond with the third (and holiest) sign of the Melchizedek priesthood, which is done by placing the index fingers of each hand into the ears while loudly repeating the Adamic words "Iay an’tcay earhay ouyay."
Worried that today’s youth have become desensitized to pretend death by playing too many violent video games, TSCC ups the reality factor on the dreaded pioneer trek by allowing a young women’s leader to actually die on an Oklahoma trek in near 100 degree temperatures. In a fitting act of contrition, the church canceled all upcoming treks while it reevaluated the wisdom of subjecting out-of-shape youth and adults to strenuous physical activity in high temperatures while wearing cumbersome pioneer-era clothing. Ha ha! No. In a quick cost/benefit analysis, one of God’s bean counters determined that the loss of tithing revenue from anticipated deaths would be more than made up for by future tithing revenue from the indoctrinated youth converted through trek, so the pioneer LARPing continued unabated.
The Silver Fox tries to appear hip by comparing Joseph’s peep stone to Jobs' iPhone. The comparison only highlights the disappointment that was the iRock 0.8, for while there are millions of verified working iPhones in existence, there are zero verified iRocks that can display KJV English vernacular with 19th century farmboy spelling. Apparently the iRock 0.8 produced such erroneous results that God was forced to cancel the beta and scrap the iRock product line altogether, leading to the inescapable conclusion that Steve Jobs really is more successful than God.
With the porn epidemic growing worse by the day, Utah’s men in blue resolve not to stand idly by. In June, the Weber County Sheriff’s Dept. introduced URL, the state's first porn-sniffing dog. (And no, I am not making this up). Although URL could more accurately be described as a storage device sniffing dog, rescue shelters all over the state are nevertheless inundated with calls from 15-year old boys looking to adopt one of them porn findin' dogs.
June ends on a tragic note as four LGBT members of the church commit suicide within a few days of each other. When asked to comment on the tragedy, Elder Bednar seemed puzzled by the question. "There can't even be one," he corrected the questioner, "let alone four."
July u/NewNameNoah posts video of himself infiltrating an LDS ward while feigning interest in the church. The covert ops is less dramatic than anticipated when he discovers that fully half the ward is also feigning interest in the church.
In a raw, non-musical video response to the June LGBT suicides, Tyler Glenn issues a heartfelt plea to church leaders to reconsider the Nov. policy. In a nod to the church’s pioneer heritage celebrated during July, church leaders respond with the seagulls’ favorite food.
Elder Oaks announces that the church spends $40 million per year in welfare and humanitarian aid, or $1.2 billion over 30 years. Math-challenged TBMs Facebrag about the church’s largesse until it is pointed out to them that this is $2.66 per member per year, or less than a small popcorn at your local cineplex. TBMs go back to muttering about obedience, not helping the less fortunate, as the real reason for donating to the church.
Finally in July, millions of people take to the streets, using their electronic peep stones to locate and capture hidden treasure, some of which bears surprising resemblance to a salamander. Users of the electronic peep stones also describe epic battles among inhabitants of an imaginary civilization. “You see?” Pres. Uchtdorf beamed, “Just like Joseph."
August Twenty-five LGBT groups petition the Big 12 conference not to admit BYU as a member, citing the school’s discriminatory anti-LGBT policies. Infuriated TBMs shriek that BYU, a private institution, has the right to discriminate according to its values while the Big 12, a private institution, does not have the right to consider BYU’s discrimination in its decision. (I wish I were making this up).
Tyler Glenn releases Shameless, the first single from his solo album Excommunication. The song's lyrics reference drug use, alcohol, pornography, and sex while accusing the church of homophobia, saying "You hate what you don't understand". In a stern response to the video, Pres. Ivins holds a court of love for Tyler Glenn, but — in what witnesses described as “an unfortunate mispronunciation” — Ivins stumbles on his words and accidentally excommunicates Kylo Ren instead.
In an Education Week address, Jeff “Apostate Fury” Holland warns that without religion we have no moral compass and will quickly succumb to depraved behavior such as having extra-marital sex with teenage girls, adulterous affairs with married women, lying to your wife and friends about your affairs, and sending men halfway around the world so you can seduce their wife in their absence. Later, you’ll murder unarmed men, women, and children in the Utah desert, repeatedly violate federal law, and shamelessly denigrate God’s children of other races and sexual orientations. Wait, what?
u/LindsayHansenPark reveals that in the 1950s Ezra Taft Benson was polygamously sealed to his recently-deceased cousin, with his very much alive and married wife acting as proxy for the dead woman. Because nothing says "Mormon Traditional Family Values" quite like coaxing your wife into indulging your hot cousin afterlife incest fantasies.
August ends as a new school year begins with heightened anxiety for BYU students who wonder if they will be the unfortunate ones to be expelled this semester for having been raped. The unacceptably lengthy delay in revising the school’s honor code policy suggests a dearth of divine inspiration, possibly due to a severe infection from Utah’s public health epidemic.
Part 3 coming tomorrow: Sep - Dec
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