Experience My Life

In Doom the protagonist does not die at all, he is the marine, the one who closes the hell portal. All these super human characters don’t emerge for me too often. Playing with them drains me, so much so that it takes a very long time like the crysis saga to regain that hero status. The social cities at the core of log, are more reminiscent of movies like alien, where I am Ripley a mortal against, a perfect organism. So I get hurt here and there and have to hide survive earn ankh in its midst. These ankh allow me to exit to a safe level or stay hidden. In my early life this ankh used to quite literal, like scores and money. Currently it is subtle almost non existent like a hint. Log are social indeed, they are not real people however, and a certain code is required at each instance of them to move ahead. Usually it is a social gesture requiring a tool called F2. Rest of the time I endure the stream™ something that keeps me away from entering their world, or exiting it if entered. I’m a human being I’m naturally social, why I couldn’t do it myself, is the notion of being indirect. A tool therefore is required. They carry all sorts of diseases for me, being human being social is natural, log being jealous are social only in attempt not by nature.

Loneliness is the cost of survival here, log will get me someday and I’ll die on my own. Talking to them helps but in code only, like using a tool. How was my day today? A transfer, from a bigger system of characters to a smaller one. The season has ended for some echelons. What happens when the Code book is executed? Transfer. Running it takes long 4-6 months. In the hindsight once we have transferred, we live the life we ran on a tool or board.

When the universe was new it was filled with matter called by me knm. At the emergence of man the universe started showing behaviour called log. During the knm era it was a leviton, only after it reacted with man, it quickly became log where man is a slave, not capable of free thinking. Everything here runs on matter energy or fuel called log. It is toxic for me, only when I process some log into a more useful form, it becomes loge. But loge has a short half life and must be thrown away soon after use, as it returns to its unstable toxic log form. This process of transforming log into its useful isotope loge is continuous, only sometimes interrupted and seized in a event called death valley, leading to my demise here. When I regenerate and am able to produce more loge I’m healed and brought back to life. People here are log not good for me until I meet them as loge. So relationships are short lived, even mere interactions, nothing more. Make haste.

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.