A set of a movie, a stage, a place we call home away from home. We are here to achieve a set task. Once we reach our objective we call it a day. It is also an adventure that anything can happen here. Then we suffer in pain, need to heal, be saved. The rescue team, the mishap, and me. All are cells in this R Cube, interconnected, but not directly aware of the connection. Then when the halon sprays go off heat pain gusts of hot hellish air blowing, I press the exit, later entering a new cell. Things will be different here until the adventure begins, in this new setup. Conditions limitations trade offs. I’m just a puppet. How I escape or move to the next cell is something that I don’t know about but let the puppet master take the responsibility.

The game is exciting. It’s an FPS dream. Since 1996 I’ve had the chance to play this game. In FPS you get locked out in that position, against odds in a 3D virtual reality. The levels are well laid out for fast shoot em up traversal. While 2D games finish up your juice or MOJO in about under 5-10 minutes, in 3D you can last a lot longer, then the game just keeps going on forever. But it used to be really expensive upto a Rs 1 lac machine. In Doom 3 we get introduced to more complex story line with ancient civilizations along with a hitech aeronautics giant called UAC wanting to bring hell into the world. Doom 4 came out in an era when costs were reduced and game became more trophy or score oriented than story.

I have a account in this social networking giant. I started out with some selfies then associated a game called 2048 from my mini tablet. I didn’t have any friends and that’s how the app works, by making friends, then writing posts on the timeline.. Later I met several people from outside my network or society, they were able to become my friends, allowing me to continue posting and keeping my account going. This along with YouTube are my tools here.

The term klog still pronounced log. Morpheus to Neo, you think it’s the year 1999, but the reality is that it’s 2399. Man is a slave neo to the machines, as they are now known since they arrived through Sir and the rest of the icons, just log. So man cannot win, is a mere mortal enslaved by a perfect organism, the log who have already arrived as the ones. So man and log a battle in which man has already lost or been taken. That’s the premise that fuels the proximity war. It is much more advanced than just finding the Ankh in the valley of the dead. It is in the realm of faith and belief in oneself.

Earlier અરરો™ and I used to fight hand to hand, then we started fighting in school, then women, after which society was formed and college produced competion and jobs, money was procured. All of this started causing dissatisfaction in me, and low confidence against the અરરો. Lawyers and police came into the picture and I got raced here. Then during confidence building I realised that અરરો cannot be tamed or fought at all. It kills and is baffling in numbers and connections. It thrives on gold money and women, and runs porn sites. So now is the era that I have come to terms with him, it cannot be fought but only given, or taken from. After which it’s just a nightmare sequence of events, or worse interstellar experience. In current versions it’s a no contact no social painful hell suffering starving nightmare experiences. Every time there is a new horror paranormal guilt ridden અરરો agent that does it. I’m left alone in Radius city with terrors and freaks.

There is a track here, that normally looks like just interconnecting roads inside the society. That’s what I call the Doctors way, as narrated by maid of this house. I was able to disseminate it in an earlier post called Walkathon. This isn’t a regular doctor who is a આરરો. He is a member of the ankh. See I’m not a આરરો but a simple human, so I survive by an Ankh not a doctor. Thus he converts haye into a disease with a cure for me, it’s not for everyone. Dying for the one.

What is business for me?? Just making money or currency out of nothing. That’s not true business. It’s a complex flow of something an obfuscation for many other things and peoples, and the other way around. It’s a complex echelon that comprises the ankh. People of the ankh should not be perturbed, that could lead to interstellar challenges, then the ankh would have to be discovered again, it can’t be conjured, it comes from the other side. So money means nothing to me, it’s just the person who keeps me in a safe dwelling. So I’m not supposed to earn at all. I just keep building artifacts of me, nothing more. Other times I have to use echelons to give to the other side. Then I live the challenge of life or bring log here.

In the modern era everything about the monsters ankh and wasteland is hidden away in small echelons called fiction or game here, like The Lord of the Rings or Dungeons and Dragons. So how does one acquire such a game, through money. This entity is what quantifies everything. Everyone is now polished and compartmentalized. No need of meeting anyone or going anywhere as long as you have money. Earn it then keep it, let it grow. One should have only as much as one needs. Extra money should be spent away in a clean swift way. If you don’t have money of your own you get taken away by અરરો people, where they slowly kill you. Then the cycle repeats itself, I call it confidence building against અરરો. He is a modern something of a seductor an entertainer a gentleman, or a lady, but only wants to rob you of your money. Then you are left to rott and die in his prison. Protection conservation and charity keeps him away.

See the real world is a flatland really foreign, like tatooine a wasteland with monsters cabals cephs CELL Greed mercenaries storm troopers and the Empire. Hell demons Sith and UAC. This badland is infinite and filled with dangerous traps mind carrier spells that can destroy you by just a thought, even the Hobbits. A rune trial can give you skills that accrue and make you more equipped here. See for me, the Ankh is what keeps me safe and vents out all foreign dangers out of my system. Learning about this ancient relic and reaching it on time by maps and navigations is a matter of life and death. It is both the evil and the antidote for me. I hide my local stuff called teasnacksinmystudy with an ankh key as well, it is also my safe hut in this bad land. Each of these perils over here turn me into a vicious monster like them, so reaching the ankh is not straight forward, I only feel it as an illusive seductive evil, I must possess but never really find here. What leads me to the ankh is a horrible monstrous nightmare of an experience or journey, that I can only live to tell, every time. After which the ankh is activated and I return to my safe hut in a grassland for a few days to relax and heal the wounds of that never ending nightmare.

Where politics does not work is in the foreign anomalous hazardous zones. Because people representing them also stay foreign they are handled by a political agency called Sir and loge. This is third party integration, something that we use while entering foreign zones both in terms of space and time. Furnishing and rendering is done by Sir on my behalf to make loge transpire as best as possible with least damage. Everything local gets overridden and I go global, very dangerous excursion. Anything can happen. We prepare all year on an echelon of Sir/Loge to make this end of year hazardous excursion possible. F2, hitman, Ankh, Radius City, R24@youtube to name a few.