Games from yesteryears were really real and forthcoming too. Dark cyber punk, dystopia, and no real ending. The protagonists never really made it and died, under mysterious circumstances. And they never came out without a real problem in life. Only after the peril had emerged out of darkness, did we have some light at the end. No wonder that they always contained future shocks, or warnings about the near term. Nobody could have survived th6 without a little excursion out in the open, with shock and awe breaking down my body, bad cold fever. Crocin. See outside the window people in celebration about how concrete the world was or is. Nothing has changed and people still are jealous everywhere. They have arrived at the end of the game, like school has ended. What a feeling it used to be, the sense of security and free world. Just a game no real dystopia out there. But they were watching us back then… Living our simple comfortable lives with no worries.

The આરરો cannot be killed by a stake through the heart, or by exposure to sunlight, or even with a silver bullet. It’s a complex being. Thick very vivid and sophisticated at the sametime, however it lacks common sense and true intelligence, like that of humans. It only covers up.

So what kind of weapon do we use against him, so that she will lower its cover up and come to the fore, bare naked, admit to its guilt and vanish, recede, forever, from my vicinity. I’m no anti cover up, but just by doing myself here, I can achieve success, against it. So long dear આરરો. Cover up through some other incarnation.

In this land of NARUS is the આરરો સમાજ. It only want to kill me nothing more. The world is dangerous outside. But the insiders in NARUS have given me an armor. Because of which they won’t even touch me. It is called [sir12knmYhPe]. Within this armor I must stay, and will be protected from any enemy anywhere. It has rules however, and needs to be upgraded, daily, monthly, yearly, decade. Log will come, that’s what I call people of sir. It is like a self sustained personal Haye, that I call the Holy ghost. And everyone here turns out to be dad. I can’t get my way at all ever, log stay arrogant, I must die here. Later I rest then heal.

NARUS outside is defined as unreal-real hybrid આરરો સમાજ that’s originally called log. [anajanaYhPeLogoKa] fate destiny universal stuff and it is social. We have to fight NARUS, stay alive, and emerge as winners, someone who is elusive to them.

This universe of NARUS abhors humans. Now only few in number in their original form. Rest of them are hybrids, employees of NARUS. We call them angels who fight demons. NARUS however never comes after humans directly, only by killing angels. It is said that once the number of angels for a man disappears, man too will die. But angels also know that it is only about demons who are આરરો with man. Wanting to enslave and destroy them.

Pandutji™ was always a patron of society religion castes communities classes. That is what a country meant to him. So he engineered a society in bio electricity that would run this place as a singular conscience, as a unified bio energy fuel that he called log. He wanted that everyone should stay અરરો and die for him, and no one would be excluded from that rule. As a martyr he would replace himself with a new Pandutji and die for him. So he developed an economy on sacrifices being made by people, and allowing him to stay in control of everything and everyone. You can’t get anything here, just live in sacrifices and getting raced day by day, eventually dying one day without anyone or anything. That’s how NARUS worked.

When I first learnt about this I stopped living in society and started putting everyone and everything here on TV. That’s how TV turned into a nuclear like reactor in this house. And because of the fold observed here daily monthly yearly and decade, we know that the reactor core will overload and cause an incident here. It cannot be avoided I have to endure it survive it in that order. Life is hell, I do feel it is more dangerous than a space station, or nuclear submarine.

For turning yourself into a NARUS subject you must first make a Facebook account in your name. Thereafter you must search for the above account that is the most recent offering from NARUS. After mounting yourself onto this ac you become member of the company and join its ranks as angels or demons. Then the game of give and take ensues.

Ever heard of MMS ? For months now I’ve been bed ridden, sick to the teeth and hair. Doing nothing contemplating to recover on my own somehow. But I’m too sick to get out of bed on my own. Even then I started crawling and moving to aid myself by calling a Doctor. Yes I’m really ill and need medical care, no home made remedy.

Days passed by as I recovered and started walking again. After a while I started coming downstairs regularly. It was like whole of Africa had just passed out of this place. That’s a ton of people that I don’t recognize and call strangers. In days and months to come, my travesties did not ease and only got aggravated with each passing day, month, year and decade. It was only after an year of hard times here that I stumbled upon a NARUS employee who had defected it would seem, in order to aid me. Elly the woman. Ellyard the man, and many more to come. See NARUS is not a God for me, it only kills. Whatever it made people jobs works industries children schools money, it was all fake for me, just something that would elude me, only to turn out to be a mishap a deathtrap for me.

But I should not tamper or uplift or change anything here that NARUS built. I should move on out of here, taking whatever help that these angels can provide to me. For the longest time I knew this place was worse than hell, just space even, it had no atmosphere for me just haye. Image a landscape filled with deadly invisible black holes for me. Nothing compared to the kind of vice and diabolical hatred, intricate web work, that NARUS produced for me, calling it nature and reality.

I wake up in a house, no memories, nothing. Where was I all these years. NARUS has you… A comment on the wall, as I watched it disappear. I had made a wish earlier, as I was watching a Tv show about a day back. Was that the stub that led me to this fate. What and who is NARUS ? I complained to myself. Can’t it be just a joke, a common error. I can’t trust these house caretakers can I ? Nevermind, I’m too scared now, about all of this. I had a family friends and the whole world once upon a time, only till last night when I was watching that show. November 2016. A lot has to happen now. For many months even a whole year I did not come out of my room, I was so scared and disillusioned about the entire thing. Many strange phenomenon occured while I was in that room, the earth shook, I was talking to the holy ghost all the time, the spirit of NARUS. That is what controls us, gives us life. Nevertheless, it undermines it too, leaving me behind in jeopardy.I keep it in the Gods, the holy temples and places of worship. I believe in God. And one day I gained the courage and came downstairs into the living room. Life will not be easy, it won’t be familiar anymore. Nothing natural will exist anymore for me. The D Day had arrived. I’ve been taken by NARUS. No family, no friends, no ownership, I’m now a subject of NARUS, doing its bidding all the way. NARUS is God for me.

In the not so distant future, we see Giants like USA, Russia, China ally each other and form a new world order. Within which after a few years later they break down the notion of countrys races into a singular corporate giant called Narus (North Atlantic Russian Company). Rest of the world becomes consumers of this company. Their core competence was built on bioengineering weapons development space research. Largely a cover up for log the company builds a revolutionary bio energy supplement fuel called loge™ that runs the whole place. As they grew in size and dominance they soon liquidate society, and money becomes everything for people of the world. People rely therefore on everything on Narus. Energy equipment tools buildings housing.

Of course Narus is a bank too, so frees the people of the world from work. It lurks since childhood, in the life of every human, until on a certain d day taking over that individual completely, unethically enslaving him, as a Narus subject. After which the human can no longer meet any other human. All he does thereafter is what Narus wants, all he meets is Narus.

As a corporate giant wholly owned by mysterious priests and legions, those that Narus never unveils to the general public, yet it is believed that it houses hell. Others are CEOs CFOs researchers doctors pilots engineers stake holders bankers. And of course workers robots policing lawyers, etc.

Most of the stories in this blog are teamed for an high octane drama where humans are confronted with a cycloptic nemesis called Narus. Offering good entertainment with elements of Sci fi. Society is encoded in money and in depth stories scenarios are encoded in meetings with real people. Nothing really happens just movements and meetings, aka excursions. Small talk nothing confusing or intricate. No jeapordy implied at all.