The game Doom is a knm for me, something I can never have. It represents a fantasy, a journey into the West. A dream of extreme scifi heroics. RIP.

त्रिदेव is what real is for me. I should watch it again and go back to lucknow and not stay here anymore.

You can’t kill the Cycloids, no matter how provoked you get by it. It is not human not a good person no matter how much it pretends it shows too that its an alien. But you can’t take anything from it at all. So nobody talks about it, ignorance is bliss. It painstakingly pretends to be a good person, a devotional, pious person. That’s one bullshit characterisation I can’t take. But don’t give it anything, don’t take from it anything, stay indirect, stay aloof. It is a bastard, no offence, but that’s life, a small price to pay for human existence, or the difference between life and death.

For Samir, life is fragile, he understands the human cost, this is a war, and we are soldiers. So if human survival is important then above are the rules, no matter what. For every single good verse it emits, you have to endure that pain. It’s like the walk of belief, that hell is so close to getting Samir. Rest. Take everything it emits. Bite it hard too, their is no right or wrong here.

As he saw it, the world was Cycloids kalahaan. So within it the West was like Mars or Jupiter or other planets and worlds we haven’t set foot on ever. Country’s like Russia, China, Indian Subcontinent, East Asia, Middle East, Africa were the real world’s of dystopia. The West does not exist, it is just imagination, self inflicted wounds, ill fatedness, chance etc.

Within dystopia there are lot of અરરો s and Cycloids all connected to each other, continuously synchronizing. There is a distinction between અરરો and Cycloids, from now on, we’ll talk only about the Cycloids because that is more pertinent. So you need a copy of the game Duke Nukem 3D to continue.

The Cycloids is best interpreted as a woman called Radha, Simi, Dr. Shaw, etc.

Humans do exist, even if a myth, or I am the only last survivor here, said Samir.

Mr. पुतिन, the welcome committee, have resisted, the claim, that he’s under surveillance by the West, and that the Cycloids controls the world, bringing in the West onto Samir, a hoax.

Samir, the poor thing, now must take the social blame game that he is used to. This piece of code is quintessential to the Cycloids programming that we disown knowledge of the west no matter what, by even the lamest of excuses, such as self inflicted wounds. See west takes responsibility of even the most lamest of wounds that humans suffer, non withstanding. The Cycloids is then indeed the creation of the અરરો, a nightmare, worthy of just volumes of decrying. No human can tolerate the Cycloids, thus begins the sad story of, the long process of being taken by it. That’s one nightmare that humans can’t endure at all. All the reverse jerking getting hit then निकले ईदहर उधार से is hell. It’s no wonder that the Cycloids loves it. Samir then rests and heals.

Samir lives in dystopia, where he is the only human survivor there. Everything is arranged such that he won’t survive doing things as they seem to be. Thus everything turns out to be something else for him. Other humans live in parallel universes entrapped in their own dsytopia’s. So meeting is not possible. Each dystopia is like a multiverse all non intersecting each other. Cycloid can’t let the humans meet, it wants full ownership. Thats how it evolves and thrives.

Communication between humans was established over a email system called greydme, where two humans could not meet, only rendezvous with each other, under circumstances as emitted by the cycloid. All these cycloids are interconnected and load balance between each other with respect to the human subject involved. After witnessing the transformers the mimics the ceph, all bringing to us the dystopian societies of CELL/KPA, we become aware of the cycloid connecting us together as well, but not in straight ways.

Everything that has instructions for it, works that way only. Cycloid never built dystopia so that humans could meet or get their way, it built it for their destruction. As Samir discovers this he stops talking to people open heartedly, learns ways of being indirect. He spends many years trying to master this way of rendezvousing instead of communicating or meeting.

Humans are simple fragile and are only about being social, so we keep telling everyone else about what’s on our minds and don’t care about anyone listening in on us, that’s who we are, we tell each other everything. When Samir first encountered the Cycloid he was flabbergasted. So he kept telling everyone about it. But got a cold shoulder in response or have a heart. Quickly he tried all the combinations of it trying to needlessly fit it into one of his normal days phenomenons, but did not avail. Suddenly people became unsocial. It was only after many years of questioning reasoning, many mishaps, that he came to terms with reality, that the Cycloid was real, and it was coming to take him only. See judgement day was real it could not be averted it had to be lived by Samir.

So after years of running away from it, meeting many types and incarnations of the Cycloid, he started believing in what it was. Earlier he questioned reality and wanted to seek extradition to neutral country’s outside the West. But the Cycloid had arrived, it was unipolar, everywhere, no longer just a mirage for Samir. Then he imagined a truly human colony outside the domain of the West. But that was futile too. Ever since the Cycloid arrived, there was no question of a human colony on an island, he had to just live through it.

Later on in life he learnt to communicate with the Cycloid. Keeping it in everything bearing in mind it was omnipresent. Yet there would be places where in small pockets he could survive without getting affected by dystopia. But the Cycloid was everything. If there would be a future for mankind, it would be along with the Cycloid. This part is tricky, you just have to be a believer, otherwise the Cycloid only kills, beautiful, lively, innocent humans.

The world was known to Samir from the beginning of his life. Most places outside of his scope were where his brother was, so he never went in those places. Evading past the West thus. Tv is what the West was made of, everything else was his mom or dad. So people he met were going to turn out to be moms. He never got anything in life, never achieved anything either, that’s what he calls full circle. Being nobody, having a mom is all he has. So that’s how life was normal for him.

Things changed later on in his life when he met the Cycloid, the one who brought the West to his home, where his mom lived. That ushered in a very supernatural era, and everything started getting destroyed even his mom. His dad now gave him a heart for everything he wanted to do in life. Nothing ever worked out. He kept striving for normal, but everything turned out to be the Cycloid ushering in the West. See the West when gets close to you it kills. Later his dad confesses that the Cycloid found him because he let him through. Now dystopia for Samir was mom, Cycloid, and the West.

Everyday he would just keep trying to escape the Cycloid as it came to take him, mom brought in the West, then it would be game over. These things cannot be fought only evaded. But the Cycloid was just too dangerous too clever for Samir to overcome, so started the daily run, of reaching his mom, ending the vicious clasp of the Cycloid, shutting down the West.

Now in present day all three are connected, even in a group, all Samir has to do is to bring the West here, put the Cycloid to rest, reach his mom. The Cycloid shines in what Samir acknowledged as the end of the world, had not he worked according to its way, bringing in the West in a way that neutralized it as well. Cycloid is all that stands in the future of humanity. Understanding it, going by his way, took years for Samir to master. Even today he struggles to get it right or face the consequences.

It must be millions and millions of years ago that a humanoid race indeginous to early mars called khintu discovered the matter called Argent. It looks like present day France in Europe, Earth. Thats what hell was made of log. Then they all used it in a form called loge, which ran almost everything they ever built. It was clean, affordable, easily transferable, extraordinarily efficient. All best stuff was made with it. Then one day a man called Cycloid took its lure and exposed everyone to its raw form called log. That destroyed the ancient humanoid civilization called khintu.

Back on Joe’s earth our guy Ivon faces a similar threat. By exposing everyone to raw log, Cycloid in his present day form threatens to destroy the whole world as we know it. How will Ivon stop this from happening. He chanced to meet Sam Hayden of a quasi Doom fame world. Sam and him both get together and keep Cycloid under watch and surveillance to make sure he does not tamper with the supply and manufacturing systems of loge. In raw form Log kills everything. Cycloids only goal, to break into processing facilities and supply raw log instead of loge to the world. Put humanity at stake. That’s what Cycloid stands for. We must stop him from doing so at all costs. Sam and Ivon, are now combined and called Kaire, a woman here. She must not let anyone from dystopia turn into Cycloid, render each occurrence useless. That’s what Kaire stands for.

Be it a social, psychological, militarised, fictitious, or alien warfare, it is only give and take for joe. It is also about having faith. That miracles do happen. Bringing God down to size is what Joe does! But at what cause.

Staying frosty and alert. More will come, not everyone can take that mantel for long. -Joe

Sweet submission to life society and home, I can’t resist it, no-one can. Honey I’m home. Duke Nukem isn’t the kind of life that exists for everyone, yet in a parallel universe, we see a guy called Cycloid wreaking havoc in the life of Ivon.

Cycloid isn’t your regular father kind, it usually goes around like a woman here, then turns out to be a special taking kind species. It was not discovered until Stage 2 completed in Crysis. Ivon has to be a brave guy, Cycloid isn’t a social monster but destroys or works upon the same, tearing out the very social psyche that makes us human. So causes a scruffle in reverse, where he puts all the blame on you. A true mother of all bad. You don’t have to be a complex person to recognise one in a crowd.

A long trip home, a long waiting period for something, or just waiting for something to end. Getting sad here, becoming overjoyed about a success. Emotions, that humans want to call real, stuff that we want to believe in, make changes in our lives such that we keep everyone happy. Society being social being human is natural to us all. Politics is too confusing for me, I want straight talk, straight results, otherwise I’m happy making compromises in life. When I can’t get anything, any happiness at all, I want to die.

Confessions of real people those that we call fanatics. But aren’t we equally susceptible to such a life turning into something we call a natural suicide. We keep calling in for confidence building, but someday we all are going to die.

This place is that unforgiving, that socially immoral, driving people to take impossible steps in life, being called a loser, etc. Why can’t we just die, quietly, believing their is no God, that would be better for joe.

-Devil

😉 Kind of reminds me of the coolest game of all time, Duke Nukem 3d, also check out Duke Nukem Forever. Then it is down to just one thing? Where is Jane, can’t live without you Honey, said Joe. Call someone, give him or her a like, talk to somebody. That’s all.

Now, back to another movie, called the Wolverine. That’s what really happens here, you get stuck with some really bad a33 villain and don’t have any friends or side kicks left to save the day. That’s real man that’s what I’m talking about, said Joe.