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suggestion from a one user... he suggested me Neal Stephenson... and the whole trilogy isabout in about 2604 pages probably or it could be in rough way said 2700 pages...

 


STOP...STOPPP... THINK ABOUT!

Thinking dysfunction your brain and damage your brain as more you think as more you get pain!

 

Just stop and think about it, after few minutes my movie is going to end the movie "Shepherds and Butchers" 2016. It's a great one (sadly my father isn't home and he won't be back soon... but this is other type a story which we are going to leave it for later... I am not ready to stick around "WHAT HAPPEN WITH MY FATHER" ...as for now let's stick to this here story.). Shepherds and Butchers is a story of how black people were executed. How they were punished...

PEEING on the floor

POOPing (Probably...) - Or kinda probability!

 

 

But here is not only the punish of the black race... but the white also... not everyone mentally is ready... that I can deal with dead bodies the same scenario doesn't goes and for you... IT JUST DOESN"T APPEALS TO YOU.



Language Changed

 

But here the story is we have a creature... little bit from

 

 

 

"CAN THINK"


and




"CAN CHOOSE"

 

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This means that we have hell of a lot of  trouble... it means selfishness is on the way... anger

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Silence and killing means = Are the main Symptoms of ignorance!


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But we should stop here and think about it, first time did killed all it's students. Look before few years


we even didn't lived in such society like these one in which you participate. For me words matter for others is it 999 pages or 88 or 10 or 5.... both times they will ignore this book and as a second they don'T GIVE A FUCK. But here is the question is, "Is this the right direction?"... - which they have choosen?... TO don't give a fuck? ... The good for the bad... the evil for the best... the best for the worst... - RIGHT?


(Note: Just a reminder for "Criminal Minds"... wasn't the killer supposed to live no audience in the killing... nobody should know WHO IS HE... WHERE IS HE GOING.... - BUT IS THAT POSSIBLE TO BE DONE?)

- pff.. .we just met IMPOSSIBLE!

(P.S. - Ohhhhhhhh. it was one fucking damn good suprise...)



Language  has been changed... LOOK IT FROM DEEPER... PEOPLE USE RANDOM WORDS.. .FROM RAANDOM LANGUAGES AND THEY JUST TAKE THEM FOR EXAMPLE


1. Окей - Okay (Language Bulgarian - English/American)

2.  Хей - Hey    (Language Bulgarian - English/American)

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As for examples for now... we are going to play with these ones which are above

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look them... both left and right sound the same... but written in a different way.

 

But 

 

LEFT SIDE AS - Bulgarian


RIGHT SIDE AS - English/American

 


Years Changed The World

 

What happen with the time... don't you see it... 

 

SHAKE HEAD

SHAKE HEAD

SHAKE HEAD

 

 

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OPPS YOU GOT THE IMAGE... YOU ARE NOW WITH A BIATCH... SHE IS NEXT TO YOU ... and you and her ... you are even  HOLDING HANDS... LAUGHING

 

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AND EVERYTHING IS FREE

 

 

SHAKING LEG

SHAKING LEG

SHAKING LEG

 

 

YOU JUST GOT A DICK WHICH IS UP AND BEHIND YOUR BACK IS A UGLY GIRL... TRY TO HOLD YOUR HAND... YOUR DICK IS UP... SHE IS UGLY... WHAT DO YOU DO?

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FUCK THE UGLY

FUCK THE BEAUTY

FUCK THE UGLY

FUCK THE BEAUTY

FUCK THE UGLY


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YOU WAKE UP... YOU JUST WAKE UP ONE MORNING... EVERYTHING AS FIRST HAS BEEN A DREAM FROM A GREAT DREAM IT HAS TURNED INTO A NIGHTMARE... BUT STILL YOU OPEN YOUR EYES AND WHAT YOU SEE IS NOTHING MORE AS SUSPICIOUS AND VICIOUS GRAND-MA AND PA... TALKING AND ANGRILY AND SHOUTING...

 

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SOUNDS LIKE A LOVELY PICTURE

 

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LOVE SYMBOL OF ANGER AND AGRESSION



 

You look the time and it's 4:00 P.M. - Your day has almost passed and the question is now


what next to do?



P.S. - But wasn't it as real as fuck the sex in the dream?

SCP Files - Chapter 2

Secret Files... they don't exist!

Incident Zero - Part 4

 Note: Ohhhhhh.... God.. . PLEASE DON'T KILL ME IN A SUCH BORING WAY

 

And as this happened, in another site, a woman gasped as she collapsed to the floor. Her arms and legs rapidly withered into nothingness as her skin hardened into stone. Despite her desperate cries, her companions could do nothing but watch in horror as her body quickly petrified. . . and then they, too, began to scream. . .

"Adrian?"

"Hm?" Andrews tore his eyes away from the monstrous creature lurching along the path before them. Part ram, part slug, part flower-garden, it tilted its bandaged head from side to side as it glided with unnatural grace through the shattered hallways. Three nude women danced in slow circles around the horned figure, dressed only in copper helmets adorned with ribbons that fluttered in the wind of their passage.

Beatrix sighed. "Give me an honest assessment. Do you really think we're going to survive this?"

Adrian glanced at Cain, who was walking about twenty feet ahead of them, just a few feet behind the surreal procession. One of the nude figures approached the tall, olive-skinned man, her every motion speaking of the promise of sensual delights. Cain simply smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgement, and the figure retreated, head bowed and hands clasped before her bare chest. "If I didn't," he said at last, "It wouldn't do us any good to prepare for that. So let's say that I do think we're going to survive this, and proceed from there?"

Beatrix nodded slowly, as if this were the response she'd expected. "In that case, remember that conversation we had last night? About three months in Europe versus ten minutes on the moon?"

"Yeah."

"We're probably due a bunch of leave after this," Beatrix said, stepping carefully along the carpet of rose petals strewn in the wake of the bulbous beast. "Three months in Europe wouldn't be out of the question. Want to come with me?"

"Yeah," Adrian repeated.

"On our honeymoon?"

Adrian swallowed hard. "Sure," he said. "Sounds fine to me." His hand found hers, and squeezed it tightly.

Up ahead, the odd procession paused at an intersection, turned right, and continued to dance, never missing a beat. Adrian, Beatrix, and Cain continued straight on, into the darkness.

… and somewhere else, a man curled up next to a glowing green egg, holding it close to his chest. "Fa la ninna, fa la nanna," he crooned, stroking its cold, green shell tenderly…

It was not long before they reached a tall, steel door, with the symbol of three inward-pointing arrows within two circles painted upon its gunmetal-grey plates. Cain stepped up to a security console at one side of the door, pressed his palm against a scanning plate. There was a loud click and a series of crunches as the door's locking mechanism released. "From here," Cain said, "I will follow you. It is necessary that the two of you enter first."

"Is this a prophecy?" Adrian asked.

"An inevitability," Cain replied.

Beatrix nodded. "Then let's get this the fuck over with," she said sternly. She walked to the door, placed her hands on the door hands, and pushed.

There was a loud crack.

A high-pitched whirring sound, like a dentist's drill.

Two arms made of steel and wires burst through the open door, grabbed Beatrix Maddox by the head, and twisted it, hard.

There was a sickening crack of breaking bone.

… and somewhere else, a man lay on a butcher's table, whimpering softly. Wordlessly, his tormentor sliced open his belly, pulled out his organs, and began expertly slicing into the tenderloin. As the man smiled in delirium, the butcher placed a small, paper-wrapped package in his hands. . .

Beatrix…

Adrian locked his anguished scream away inside the part of his mind that still wept when it sliced open the belly of a living cat. The rest of him raised his rifle and fired at the steel doll as it dropped Beatrix's broken body to the floor.

It was a good, clean, solid burst to center mass. The bullets flattened against the steel woman's bare belly and clattered to the floor. That high pitched whirring sound grew even louder and higher pitched, screaming like a jet engine turbine.

Adrian's rifle stopped firing, bolt locked back. He let it fall, drew the pistol from his holster, fired twice more. His vision was blurring. He didn't know why. All he knew was that his hands were moving on their own, like a machine. Like the creature Able wanted him to be. Like the thing his superiors wanted him to be.

The steel doll stood. Its joints glowed with bright blue energy. Intricate gears within gears spun and whirred in the gaps between its plates. It tilted its head to one side and opened a mouth full of cogs and wires.

Adrian dove out of the way. Heat and ripping metal exploded behind him.

Pain tore through his left leg, followed by a sudden numbness. He tried to stand, found that he didn't have two legs to stand on any more.

The steel doll slowly got to her feet, from where the backblast had hurled it across the room…

… and somewhere else, a woman screamed as a powerful beak tore into her face, ripping open her cheek and eyes. She struggled to get free, but her attacker was merciless, ripping off an arm with a cruel slowness. . .

… and Adrian fled.

He scrabbled away from the steel doll, towards the dusky-skinned man who still stood, smiling softly, just outside the doorway of the chamber. Something in him screamed that this wouldn't work, that this could never work, but he had no other way…

He turned. Saw the steel doll revving up, joints glowing blindingly bright. It streaked towards him, ready to punch through and rip apart anything to get to the thing she hated so badly…

The steel doll's fist smashed into Cain's face with all the force of a speeding train.

The sigil on Cain's forehead flared blue, blindingly bright, illuminating the entire corridor like a camera's flash…

There was an explosion. The gynoid came apart in a shower of steel and silicon, shrapnel bursting forth like a detonating shell…

The last thing he saw was a razor-edged shard hanging in the air. His pain-addled mind tracked the course of that deadly little shard of metal all the way until it drove itself into his brain.

… and somewhere else, a squad of men struggling to get the doors to their chamber open froze as they felt a small tickle growing in their noses and throats. Within moments, they were laying on the floor, gurgling out their last breaths as they struggled to breathe. Their deaths were witnessed only by a shadowy figure who regarded the dying men with something that

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