This mission or scenario is the most typical behavior of the અરરો as he tries to take जो. A lock down location, tonne of reverse talking provocation, then जो is compelled to start killing everyone in that location, otherwise he won’t let him go, he won’t give to him. It is a nightmare situation, only then people start giving. જો must become लोग and start killing everyone, instead of eliciting from them in his way of smooth maneuvering, with no confrontations at all.

Nobody goes to that awful dungeon. It is a deep dark place filled with blood શૂટિંગ haye all over your body, then witches that hit you crazy until your face breaks, thoughts of dirt flithy language, confusion and head breaking jitters. In that place all women live too, it is disgusting, deploring and distasteful, smells like seductive metallurgy, even baking lime soda. Odors that cheese is made up of, or worse, काले लोग.

Yes, in that place, जो was able to place, set up a rune that only he can use. It allows him to summon and neutralize a powerful boss of this arena, called the Breaking News Crisis or social city.

As joe treaded the formidable landscapes here he confronted mutants aliens predators demons cyborgs monsters one after the other all back to back, he only entered the dome, never really laid back even, never rested.

As he became the master he kept getting blacked. So needed lot of medicine viles food to heal. Nothing would go down his throat no medicine to cure him, until the master really gave it to him, through his agents and middle men. જો never really met the master in the jungle, only navigated it.

He built a gun called the Me. Everything else he wore or used was made of haye as those of the masters’. જો never killed a આરરો here only neutralized them using his ghost busting tools. Turned those hayes into dust, harmless, natural soil. Others he turned them into relics of hell those he hid, and used to evade આરરો.

He forged Runes out the masters reckoning, backdoors, but with a cost, into અરરો arsenal, giving him powerups. He only fell at times when the real master arrived and he got hit by him, even taken into his custody for a while, a quasi earth where all this seemed like a bad dream, only to wake up in a nightmare, back in hell.

The jungle is not a pleasant place at all, filled with death traps only. Everything is set to go, so one must use stuff sparingly. Conversely, if everything I need exists as a keycard then for every time I need anything I would have to retrieve the keycard from hell. It is that hard. Other than that we have mazes women objects of desire gold super natural powers that this places uses to lure and kill. That’s the only end game, it is indeed the devils playground, home to the anti christ, if you believe in God.

Bosses mightier than you, spectacular, wild, bitches screeching wahling howling like rape scenes, a brothel, so audacious that it has no way back for you.

It stays dark cloudy brown like gravy stains, nothing can clean the sun over here. Walls creeking bending turning like a reverberating factory making ice or boiling water endlessly. Verses incantations sermons fumes deadly haye volumes nothing is made out of pure haye like this jungles hell. Only once you come down here after years of futile search for the illusive, do you realise that it is a flatland, a perfect game preserve of hell.

People all gods of monsters demons, all those you once knew, just naked in confession all the time, even minor details. No sir ee, this is no space mission, no interstellar phenomenon, just hell.

Joe says to himself when in the jungle he gets pulled further deep down into the Valley of Death. The gates of hell start opening up for him, as he walks down the teleportor to hell. This journey is not easy, getting him back to the jungle, is now up to the master.

The jungle is a fearful place, hell is what it really wants. As you enter this kind of a morgue. Not for the faint hearted, someone will have to pull me out of hell, back to safety, where I belong, said joe. He does not need a doctor or a prayer, just his keycard.

For joe somebody dead is no good. Only survivors get access to the land of the humans, called the grassland. It is a place far away from the jungle. Not even a live show is able to get there, says joe.

My FC2 account ingpraveen38 is an interesting site, has a tonne of stuff for public viewing. Kind of reminds me of another game called F.E.A.R. If memory serves, according to history books read at school, India was invaded and later acquired by the western British company East India Company, colonial raj armies. Leaders/Rulers of colonial British India were termed as Sir. This story has a parallel in the West as World War 2. In this setting, Sir turned out to be Russia for me, as I was introduced to it through India here. Later on when the British left India, this term came into circulation in India too. However, West became benign for India, the locals started getting the abilities of the West as brought to me by Sir. For joe therefore, his local native country, home thus turned into Sir for him. Everything everyone over here thus started turning out to be Sir ke log. The master the gatekeeper, the jungle therefore had its roots in Joe’s native world.

So even before he entered the jungle his fate was set through his native people. They although kept him away from it all his life, but could not resist their true calling of getting him inside one way or the other. Once inside the jungle everything was haye for him. His life in peril all the time, no-one to talk to or socialize even, just surviving amidst jungles daily hunt by the bosses and the master. And there would be times when he would be captured and brought into concentration camps. Over there he would get hayed thoroughly then he would only escape reach a med bay, take the cure.

Pain and suffering, continuous, relentless. What future could there be for him if any, the sun rise could not even break the monstrosity of haye people, everything darkened and the planet lay bare like a chemical concoction never was it fit for life, just a mirage his whole life had been.

The jungle is a big place for जो. Master is the one who wreaks havok in it, there is nothing more to it. The bosses of the jungle are numerous teams of અરરો warriors. Some of them die for the master, others get hunted down by him. The master of the jungle stays at the top. The gate keeper keeps everyone inside at all times. He is the lure and the ultimate nemisis for जो. The master brings the Gate keeper or the jungle to him. At that stage जो confronts something that is just a monster of unknown unimaginable strength, magnitudes bigger than anything the master could ever be for the bosses he hunted down in the jungle.

The Gate keeper then turns everyone in the jungle into itself or लोग for जो. જો must follow the stream to escape लोग then.

Jane of the jungle keeps an eye out for जो as before, she can’t be beaten or evaded, other bosses that look like her husband, are the ones who can shut her down, for जो, allowing him just enough time to escape her. But not without getting brused or blackened. The Gate keeper only speaks of jane and how जो couldn’t have her, or something more obscene.

In all this chaos जो must follow the stream or ankh run, to reach a master who पापा nikle. This brings लोग here eminating the dome effect neutralizing लोग for जो, until they come again. A nightmare version of the min that जो used to practice when he was young.

નમસ્તે to all. Greetings Salutations gentleman and ladies. A humble gentle person, across ages, places and times. A movie called Jumanji comes to mind. See these movies, TV shows, dreams that जो had while he was growing up had an immense impact on his life in the jungle. Everything he couldn’t have in real life everything he was dissuaded from was just a close brush with it. The jungle was always watching him, calling him.

Whatever जो stood for outside the jungle, he grew up to call himself, his signature, a min of something, what that something was he could never tell or merely overlooked all the while. This identity of his became a trademark, stuff he sold in the market. Along with it came some low confidence as well.

When joe was a child, even then he knew that there was something wrong with this world, in his dreams, even early on as a child, he could see the jungle, jane in cool waters shallow marble white, calling him. Adventures of a supreme nature. In those days he used to get mild fondness for such dreams, with a dark headache. People, class mates in the આશ્રમ where he was taught, often dissuaded him of such notions, gave him simple tasks to complete, getting him back to work, or life that he called boring mundane even real.

I’m a peaceful soul. I rise up early, maintain a good routine in life. When I come downstairs I take my body weight, do a temple bell ring. Followed by सूर्य नमस्कार and walking bare feet on grass with dew.

I have food on time, breakfast, lunch, supper, then dinner. Milk in the night. Then off to sleep.