In this small town of Greater “Red Moon” Noida, is the custom of an outsider visitor. Every year it happens in the summer. A medivial town with a ghastly moon covered in dark brown clouds, thick turns out to be the afternoon sun. Vampires blood suckers and lewd hissing sounds, voices all over of the morgue, the hell chambers. All city folks rejoicing my demise. Forceful arrogant flesh grotesque wounds that won’t heal, they all just confessing of how they lured me into their hell. Walls crawling c reeking blood and gore festivals. At last this mundane town has shown its true colors to me. Red moon is all it does and sings it’s witches.

Or jinmin, it’s like white, divorced or left work, left life. Green grass filled with dry waterless black, that you see white only. Departure or got lost and visited the wrong station or city, meeting there. Then it’s knm too. Why don’t they change their city, why keep it running ? They just have solid cover ups and don’t change the way they run the city. Keeping it social making news by the icon for the icon. I don’t do anything here, nothing at all. Just survive this limbo of nothingness. Nobody coming to visit me, no destinations either for me. Why live ? Just watching these obscene social meats doing their daily squeeze of fake work. This isn’t a hell that I built. It just came up on its own. And it keeps asking me that, why live? This monster just comes back at me as an icon. Then endless yaad of kinmin, while rotting in this black arrogance of a icon, I remember meeting in kinmin.

Right outside this house on the right hand side is a building about 10 stories high. With 4 flats on each floor symmetric. It is colored red pink faded. The ground floor is just full of car parking and entrance way to the elevators. The stair ways on two sides are pretty open with less railings and support so it stays windy. One of the flats I happened to have visited had 4 rooms 1 hall 1 kitchen and other entrance ways. 2 doors for exit into the elevator area which is clean and spacious. The roof is open cut into 4 sections so it is not flat uniform like a cuboid. No railings makes it unsafe but the sun scape is open view in all directions.

Like running my laptop smartphone filled with argent or haye. Works only when the icon is covered up, not on the hindsight.

The ICA is the agency of the West. Also known as R24 icon or agent 42. It kills everything and everyone. There is no other goal of the ICA. The relationship between agent 47 and ICA is simple. ICA wants to victimize him. It keeps him as an agent trains him and even assigns missions, like a legitimate agency of a state. But that’s not their goal. See this country called the West was built by the natives in an effort to modernize themselves. So the natives vanished at the hands of a race which later becomes the dominant group of nations of the world. They still are inherently natives or loge but are covered up as the west here. The ICA is the predecessor of the company later in the future, known as the weyland yutami. In doom the UAC is the company that brings haye or hell to agent 47, where he is known as the Doom Slayer. The connection or bridge between Weyland Yutami and UAC is doom 3. Where the doom slayer is not born of argent, but is from earth. Ripley later takes up the mantel of agent 47, doom marine, doom 3, then Shaw and Daniels. So the final fight takes place in Alien Isolation, with Ripley as the victim of loge. She must end them.

Now xen is the real world where coverups last only for a short duration. Icons have to be collected and used for surviving and navigating xen. Everything is haye here, get an icon or cook stuff well before use. Don’t talk to anyone don’t go anywhere outside the radius of the icon.

You are now a hell troller. A Doom slayer.

Cover ups or life that once lasted for years across hundreds of people, इस now very short lived. Everyday I enter xen and back to earth several times. Life is like in Doom 3 forever. It is only about confidence building throughout the day. This is concordant to finding icons every hour of the day. Then surviving and enduring those icons until new ones showup.

People of Xen like hell natives. They are like khintu or kaire but made from haye. In the un covered up form they are just voices and septres. It’s like journey to hell or xen where we negotiate with them on the problems we’ll face when we cover up and return to earth. It should feel like a वहम or a day dream. Stuff you won’t be able to remember later on.

Loge of Xen along with me, built a set of people and nations those that would be unreachable by me. Set to be more expensive than anything possible for me ever. Something I can’t have or can’t go to. Only TV or movie. It stays that way. This is similar to DOS and should keep loge away from me. Otherwise they’ll kill destroy me in unimaginable way. A nightmare.

I was married here in a parallel. Then we found out that the social marriage was something that we could not endure anymore. Soon we divorced it and they all look like exs now. We then fled to a new form called R. There we faced our age old tyrant icon, the arro terrorist, loge. We can’t beat them, they can only be evaded or held in safety containment that we developed before we got married called DOS निकले. Scream 5 no real mishap just dying on my own, blacked.