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Throughout Milo's lifetime up until age 26 He had only merely understood the term "Illuminati" briefly and often dismayed others who mentioned it, because of the common flooded approach that any Conspiracy Theorist he had ever conversed with would commonly and quite refutatiously take, in a conversation. Most often of times, He had dismayed the belief that anything having power beyond the Common Authority and Governing Powers, that were often displayed in the Media, were actually real or even consequential to consider. He lived a very normal life, mundane at times, but never truly disorientated or considered Weird or Phenomenally Obscure by any means at all. On the usual day, Milo would spend time with his small circle of friends, Jessie and Bianca and Trevor and Anthony. He worked as a delivery man for the United States Postal Service and took his life and his career as a pertinent and very common course to which he planned to persue his career into the future, where he might start a family, once he met the proper companion. His life seemed to course not too varied from what He himself considered to be Real and had never haltered from that state, aside from it being left the common Schizoid Druggy Conspiracy Theorist on the Internet to occasionally grab his attention. Always restricting such nutzos in careening dismay, Milo had never been brought by himself or others into questioning his surroundings and what details might be intailed. Until one day he realized that something had been riding him amuck in his life, Milo became an Alchoholic and was leading deeply into a depressive haze.
Jessie: "Are you doing OK?"
Milo: "I don't know man, i just seem to be in some sort of a wild funk. Life just doesn't seem like it useed to. I've got work from 10-6 every day that seems to be ok. Except that Jengens is really bothering me to fallow up on my behavior. I wish the Old Man would just leave me alone, and quit hassling me. I pretty much have been on the sauce for as long as I can count. Didn't know that it would end up almost costing me my job. I don't know what I should do."
Anthony: "Do you ever consider maybe, like, quiting drinking? It might be that your body is starting to become unbalanced. You should really consider getting checked up, Dude, it might save you your job."
Jessie: "Yeah, I mean, If I had been cutting out my hours, just so I could go home and drink more, I would quit drinking. I'm just saying Bro, that there are options. You might want to lay off the stuff for a while. If you need help I know a couple guys that go to Annonymous Meetings. Could help you before you end up wrecked and homeless Dude."
Milo: "Why are you guys riding me about what *I should do better? Starting with my drinking.. Look my drinking has nothing to do with it, ok? I could possibly be just infed with an auto immunity disease or have bad genes. Don't Judge me! Starting this week, I'll cut back, ok? I don't want to end up having to go back to Taco Bell."
Jessie: "Yeah, that's probably best. Now, you look like you need some sleep. Want to, uh, crash over here for a night?"
Anthony: "Yeah, bro, you don't look so good."
Milo: "Yeah, I, uh.. Can I, like, crash over here? And I told you guys to stop hounding me! I'm a big boy, I can Handle my Drink. uh..."
Jessie: "Look, Mi...." He said setting Milo with both hands. "Look at me, ok.. You.. Go... into the Den and sprall out on the Lay Z. We'll see you well in the morning."
Milo: "yeah, uhm.. yes."
And with those words Milo stumbled his way into Jessie's Den to settle on the Futon, not aware of the kind of future he was about to embark on. One thing's for sure it was going to be very strenuous and trying, and as he slumped he had forgotten about his obligation to be at work at 9 AM the fallowing morning.
In his dreams he could see his future self in the back alley of a supermarket. Stumbling to find a way to carry his Army Backpack and slipping on the abandoned newspapers and randomly array of assorted market sacks that lay scattered along the backalley's grizzly surface. He couldn't recalculate or acquire how long it had been since he had a dollar in his pocket, now wallowing in his stupor intoxicated on Carbirator Fluid he shoplifted from the Supermarket Gas Station and Truck Attendent docile under roof(?) He couldn't even put words together properly, and mumbled to himself verociously with decadence. He felt like Hell, and quickly wished for an escape from this horror he now lived in. It was at this very dark pit of dispare that he finally awoke to his neighbors empty house;
As Milo tried to make sense of it, Jessie and Anthony had vacated the premises, and he was now awakening from a horrendous 3 hours of tossing and turning in his feverishly adamant inhebriated moment. "I wonder where they wen?" Milo seemed to ask the apparent "NOBODY" that was now occupying the house with himself. Slightly uncomfortably cold he seemed to find no peace, and no way to stop the annoying draft that had been wofting throughout the house, He started searching for a drink. Unwanting to disturb further into A&J's belongings, Milo found himself unable to sleep, rocking back and fourth on the Wily Leather Futon, contemplating how he needed to be to work in the morning, and "Should probably consider getting some sleep!"; he settled unfurled and unrestingly. Permitted that he at least could walk home, he didn't want to make the adventure and leap accrossed the neighborhood, downhill, in the Winter, with only a delivery jacket and at this time of night. He could not find comfort on the mattress, and He "Had to be at work in the morning!"; yet the adventure seemed even worse of an option. "In the morning..." he spoke to himself without merit, "God! I wish I knew where those guys went. This house is Dead Silent. It's as if they had some sort of engagement they didn't care tell me about." He continued to no one who accompanied him. "I wish they could have filled me in with what was so *Fun." He was unable to find rest the entirety of the night, when finally after much abated debate, He took the Very Early Morning's Twilight to jaunt accrossed the neighborhood heading to his home, arguing with himself outloud the entire way home. "What a bunch of Bull Shit!" He continued to enthrall upon beings that didn't exist, "A very *Good Night Indeed." He emphatically remarked in a sarcastic tone, continuing to speak to beings that were invisible and imaginary, "A fun day work is going to be today! Am I right?"
After an errogated amount of effort, Milo strenuously approached his Apartment, Exhausted by the night's dissapointed theme. This no doubt would continue becuase, As it would be, Milo forgot his keys back at A&J's House. "Oh! DUMB SHIT!" and without really putting any thought into it, after many tries througout the morning, He attempted to break into his apartment building to at least spend the rest of the morning in the warm confines of the apartment stairwell. After several different advances he was finally let in by a neighbor who was leaving early that morning. Fortunately the stairwell was very warm and he could rest his weary legs and tired feet for at least a few hours. He would then contemplate on how he could possibly use another neighbor's help to call Anthony and then have Jessie come drop off his keys by 9am or else he would sertainly be fired. "Oh! What a Bullshit ass night!" unable to finally feel a slight bit of rest from his weary travel and unnerving inability to sleep. "I sure hope somebody comes home, I might have to start walking when the Sun comes out; which will be what time? 7 or 8? + I got to piss!" The question about when the Sun comes up seemed to be answered by his own desperation. Alone in the stairwell Milo started to abandon all beliefs he had in a "GOD". He seemed to be all Alone.
After his long ended shift into overtime, Milo's work hours went by rough without a quick highball to keep him engaged in his daily obligations and He, Milo, started to question whether or not he was even worth the paper pocket filled hours he put into the job. When he got home he unscrewed the Vodka Half Gal and kicked off his shoe and began to drink. Trying to forget how hard the day truly was. "Why does life have to be so damned dumb and hard?" Unmet with a retort from his imaginary friends in his apartment. He remembered calling Anthony;
"Hey, why didn't you pick up? I'm late to work, and I need my keys. Can you bring me my keys please? I'm fucking Late for work!" He remembered the call.
After a moment or two of becoming a stupor in his drinking, he Taylor Swiftly called up Anthony on the Telephone; "Yes?" Jessie then answered, "Oh hey, Yo this is Milos.. Hey, what's up?" Milo was pretty guzzled into the Half Gal, "Oh, Yeah, Hey Milo. How was your night?" "It fucking sucked! I ended up late for work! I had to walk all the way home! Where were you guys last night anyways? I checked the house, and There was, like, Nobodiez aroundz."
After a brief discussion between Milo and Jessie it had become aparent to Milo that whatever Anthony and Jessie had been doing, it wasn't any of his business. After several tries with manuevers to get Jessie to tell him where and what they had been doing, Jessie abruptly called an ending to the conversation and hung up the call, leaving Milo only in the stuporous feeble minded bewhilderment to his entitlement and left him feeling in the dark and all alone again.
And then several weeks passed and Christmas started coming within the week to pass. Milo spending most of his time avoiding his Boss and trying to stay stable enough to cope with business. He favored himself a hard working man, and acclaimed that he deserved a good holiday bonus this year, even though the situation seemed to deem anaccordingly. Neglegent to the fact that he was on thin ice and had 3 times this month gotten caught with alchohol on his breath, didn't seem to register with Milo even in it's most apparent and obvious light.
When soon, leading toward the coming Holiday, Milo spent a "Good One" tying it off with Anthony over at his neighbors pad. Jessie and Anthony seemed a little concerned for Milo's welbeing and showed their concern through a number of key and well thought out placed approaching phrases that Milo seemed not apparently afluent to be aware of.
"What if I told you to forget about your worries for the rest of the night, you and me could go to a meeting with Anthony and I and We could show you how to relax and forget about how bad Jengens is Slave-Driving you for a while." Jessie said
Anthony: "Yeah, I mean, we could take you to our congressional fellowship for the Solstice. Would be a real treat, It's particularly special becuase this is the only Blue Moon Solstice in 2,700 years! We are going to be meeting somewhere special, you should come."
Milo: "I don't know. I mean, It's Christmas and I was supposed to be out in Kansas with my Folkes for the Holidays. I think I really get down on myself becuase I fucked up so many times..."
Jessie: " Look, it would mean a whole lot to us if you just came out with us tonight. There's no harm if you don't want to go."
Milo: "Will there be booze?"
Anthony: "You bet. And it would really be good for you to let yourself go from a shitty work-week. I mean, this sort of night only comes once a millenia! I mean, you said you have the next couple days off right?"
Milo: "Well, Yeah. Ok. You guys *bought me in." He said smilingly somewhat a little beshevelled and perplexed. "Where do you guys even *Meet anyways?"
Jessie: "Don't worry about all the details. We usually don't go to these sorts of meetings but because this is such a Big Solstice, and we thought about how you weren't going to be spending, er... would probably be spending the Holiday alone drinking, We'd invite you to come along for the Night. It'll do you good."
After a couple drinks and some pretty self explanatory conversations the three of them took to the night's highways and freeways traveling North to the Daybreak Groves of Northern Salt Lake City. And after a nervous bit of encounters of meeting festive gowers at this particular area connected to a Hall in the eaves of the Western side of the Grove, Milo, Anthony and Jessie attended a meeting of which Milo had not seen the likes of before. Everybody was drunk, and getting avasted in their high on different kinds of endeavorous mentions throughout the party. About a hundred people might of been there, all seeming to weave in and out of each other's fancy and congregation as the party went on. Milo didn't know anybody but the two and tried to keep to his feet as party seemed to get wilder and more crowded. Stumbling at each others feet, Jessie suggested that Milo take one of his "wake me ups" (A Homemade Cocaine Pill Jessie seemed to pull right out of his ass at this moment) and Zing! Milo was awake and aware as he had been before they all started drinking. Trudged through the night the party seemed to get crazier, as other partiers seemed to partake in an assortment of other drugs too. Milo seemed to notice, but didn't seem to care. Starting to get a little scared by these Oh-So-Party-Ers, Milo started to wonder where this all was going. Not entirely sure of the aura, but somehow aware of the scent of the premise. When the party's attention was spikingly grabbed by the sudden bang of a grand Gong that had been prepared for the event. The Party quieted down and focused attentive gaze toward the Honorable Sermon whom Milo seemed to reckognize. He eventually gathered that the meeting taking place was that of a grand spectre and was a very rare occasion. The gathering seemed to be normal until the Party started chanting in unison, and Milo gathered that this was a commonality to the direction this sort of meeting or gathering or "I don't know what the hell is going on.." Milo seemed to murmer to himself unabashedly. Everyone, Even J&A seemed to be in congruence with the chants and ready for the approaching moment in the party of such a Night. Everyone but Milo, seemingly, was ready for what was coming out behind the side doors, several men in robes, continuing to chant. Milo was perplexed and entirely sober now.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________- And Milo was very afraid. The chanting grew very deep and Milo tried to forget what he had witnessed. Something about that adulterated screaming that seemed to shock him out of reality and into the very brink of losing his mind and start storming toward the doors, and yet he waited. Suddenly everybody was making hand to hand gestures and seemed to be eating the remains of whomever had been slayed there. When he was afixed gathering his gaze among the Party, Jessie tapped on his shoulder and said, "Here, Eat this." and handed him a handful of ________________ Afraid but ever trying to either impress or otherwise be part of the crowd Milo then ate, chewing exhausterably. Waiting unabridged moments between what just had transcribed to be a horrific turn of events into a very exhilerated and seemingly instinctual moment of somehow preconceived but not really understood modes of continuation Milo couldn't help but go through the exhilerated jammer of the continuing excitement that had been going all around him. Really feeling the _____ go through his system and how it began to invigorate within him upheaving a total amount of comfort. It seemed that all that had just transpired, whatever means was not meaningless but necessasary and he felt as if the whole universe was beginning to make clearer sense to himself. He couldn't help but yell out with ecstacy "Oh God! How I Feel!" when suddenly everybody in the Hall stopped what they were doing and began to stare at him. Stopping the feverishly fiend-like moans and displayed offerings and eatings that were commencing, and just looked blankly at him. The tone then became a very hallow one, as Milo felt the sudden Joy turn into Extreme Fear. "Wha--What? What are you all staring at!? What's the matter?!" and a sudden but not unheard of form of abrupt and distinct laughter came from behind the crowd. A laughter not unknown by Milo, in fact almost Long awaited and most assuredly completely related, in some unconventional sense, to him. And the crowd started to disparce;
"So. Milo. You have commited Cannabilism. A Crime absolutely unforgivable and absolutely unwelcomed amidst my presence." Satan then sat on a warped arcanic throne Milo had not noticed being in the Hall among the crowded Great Hall. "And what do you have to say for yourself?"
Milo: "I...Uhh.."
The Devil: "Begon from my presence!"
and MIlo had suddenly no ability to hold himself up from his legs. He just abruptly fell. And when he hit the ground, he seemed to transperse through it entirely. Falling and screaming for his life out of dead lungs unable to gasp for air. As he descended into the Earth he fell from a very high heighth and plunged deep into an abyssal darkness. His mind couldn't stop from screaming. All the while falling from such an un grasping fate. Before he saw light creep in. Milo couldn't do anything but scream in fear, slowly beginning to regain slight breathed slim gasps of hope as the light crept in. From Like the distance of a grand stadium a spec of light preceeded to come as a star toward him, and still screaming he fell throughout the black void. As the Light began to gain focus, his screams never ceased, seeing beings of amoeled amoeba like amorphous glowing eyes, unfocusable and beyond sight, stare at him in his falling. The light then grew fonder, but not his residing fear and only minutely lived torment seemingly outstretched in his now overlapping reoccurring memory of why he was there and he felt so full of shame. The stage then became clear as it was indeed a stage, and suddenly without realizing that his descent was over he was now senter of that stage, fixed in the spotlight, alone and seperated from the darkness. Without realizing, too, that he had now stopped screaming, He was gut pain starvingly famished with guilt deep down in his gut and heart. And someone he knew walked into the spotlight with him. It was his Mother, and she looked into his eyes with the most horrific tormented pained look. "Why did you hurt me, Son?" Without bringing himself to reach any justifying answer he began fearfully screaming, "NO! NO! NO!!!" and then out stepped his Mother and In stepped his Brother, with that same famished glare of dissappointment and pain. His brother then said nothing, just gave a look that broke all Milo's concentration. Then in came his ________________________ Met with the most horrific sound and bellow, and suddenly the darkness that seemed to be black, aside from the amorphous Red eyes, Wasn't darkness because it was absent light, It was darkness because it was a collected army of disembodied hands. All assorted and grasping at Milo. AS HE FEVERISHLY CONTINUED TO SCREAM "NO! GOD PLEASE SAVE ME!" THE ENTIRE SCENE DISSAPPEARED AS HE BLINKED HIS EYE.-
"What the Hell?-" Milo was perplexed
Satan: "Hell is right, Milo. And Hell, Isn't Pretty is it, Milo?"
Milo felt the sudden swoop of euphoria and relief as the world around him suddenly formed back into the Hall. Milo was overwhelmed in the sudden illusionary feeling of forgiveness that formed: "Oh GOD! Oh GOD! oh my God!"
Satan: "So now that you've seen what you are intended for, and now are most certainly aware of the facts that you are destined to head towards and the unquestionable fact that I have the power to save you from her, you have a very important decision to make. I can offer you a place in my kingdom where you would be a more rich, and much more happy and prospiring man with all the dignity and power and confidence to live guilt free without worry. Or I can send you back to live in Her."
Milo: "Please, Please, Oh God, Tell ME WHAT I WOULD NEED TO DO!"
Satan: "All you have to do is bow to me, and fear me, let me love you and I will show you wonders that the most daring would not dare to sacrafice."
Milo Bows, Vowing to Satan that he will forever be in debted and will do exactly as He wishes.
Satan: "You must consider me in your always and everything. If you whisper an utterance of who I am in ill temperment I will banish you to ill gotten woes and dark repute. You can not tell anyone about me, or my connection to you, this is a sactimonious relationship, remember you are in debted to me and me alone. You will refer to me as your Master, and when I call upon you you must subdue and do as I command you to do exactly how I command you to do it and when I command you to do it you will do it promptly without any further questioning or snicker or abolishing whims whatsoever."
Milo: "Yes, Master."
Satan: "Well," Satan Claps," Further you will disengage with this "Yes Master" stuff, you will almost look apon me as an equal, but whatever I say Goes, When I say it. And even Further you will love yourself, and treat yourself with respect and dignity. You are given a second life, and will live it as if you never had lost your first one. You will be overjoyously gathered in your splendor to see the world anew, and will gain a great amount of feats and features you have yet to imagine. Is that clear?"
Milo: "Yes, Mas-- Yes, My Love.""
Satan: "That's good. now begon from my sight."
Epilogue: And our Dearest Milo did live on in a more splendorous World he had not yet dreamed of. Filled with never ending adventure and non aquitting appreciation. Booze, Drugs, Friends, Lovers, Family even ordinary Jobs like his Postal Delivery Job was forever at his whims and wishes and grattitude. Fear subsided in him. He had never again known fear like the experience of Hell and her womb. An occasional mishap or failure was no hangnail considering the alternative and otherwise Dark Dismaying Hell that hath and still awaits for our dearest Milo. Unable to let go of the memory, our dearest Milo never had a Nightmare again. For now he would be able to further into whatever he may endeavor into, and one day find a companion and hopefully start a family.
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FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY ON HOW TO RESET THE WASTE INK PAD COUNTER. DON’T MISS ANY STEPS TO RESET THE PRINTER SUCCESSFULLY
HERE IS THE LINK ON HOW TO RESET THE PRINTER
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By following the instructions carefully, you can solve the following errors 100%:
“A printer’s ink pad is at the end of its service life”
“A printer’s ink pad is nearing the end of its service life”
“The ink pad needs service” E-11

STEP-BY-STEP INSTRUCTIONS

1. Check the error message of the printer. The error message must be ‘SERVICE REQUIRED” “A printer’s ink pad is at the end of its service life”, “A printer’s ink pad is nearing the end of its service life” or “The ink pad needs service” E-11. See the images above.2
2. After checking the error, you have to CANCEL ALL THE PRINT JOBS. It is necessary for the inkpad resetter to work
3. After canceling all the print jobs, the next step you should do is to disable or turn off the third-party antivirus and Windows antivirus or Defender. Disabling the antivirus will allow the inkpad resetter to download and save to the PC.
Watch the tutorial video on how to turn off the Windows antivirus
https://inkpadresetter.com/how-to-turn-off-the-windows-antivirus

1. Before turning OFF the Windows Defender, you must first turn off the third-party antivirus such as Avast, Avira, AVG, ESET, etc. In some cases, antivirus must be uninstalled from the computer.
   
2. Open Search and type “antivirus” into the search box.
   
3. Click “Virus & threat protection“
   
4. Under “Virus & threat protection settings“, click on “Manage Settings“
   
   1. Turn off the “Real-time protection“
   IMPORTANT: In common cases, the program is deleted by Google Chrome. To solve that issue, you have to TURN OFF the ANTIVIRUS and Windows Defender.
   

4. Now, it’s time to download the inkpad resetter. The download button is provided.
5. After downloading, open the inkpad resetter using WinRar. If you don’t have WinRar, you have to download it and install it on your PC. Type on the web browser and search download WinRar.
6. Then, activate the inkpad resetter by following the procedure below:

1. Open the Resetter.exe using WinRar to get the hardware ID and buy the activation key
   
   1. Copy the Name and Key.
   2. Paste the Name and Key into the Registration Dialog.
   3. Click Register or Activate.
   7. After all these steps are done, you are now ready to reset your printer waste ink pad counter using inkpad resetter.
   Watch the tutorial video on how to reset the waste ink pad counter in an actual printer
   

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Today was my first experience on having my Windows 10 PC appear to lock up. I was on Facebook, and clicked on an image to either go to a video or website for more info. And suddenly my screen was full of popups and warnings, and with even a audio warning me that I had obtained a ransomware named "Slocker". Even my task bar disappeared and would not show up. Pressing the Esc key, or the Windows key, or Ctrl+Esc did not work. It claimed my computer was locked up and gave a warning not to shutdown the computer or my computer could be badly harmed! I was told to call Microsoft at 1-844-923-9922. So, I got out my tablet and did some searching, and found out other people were having the problem. Most found out phone number was a scam with non-American sounding English asking for personal information. But, no real advise on what to do. Some said they rebooted their computer, and then it worked like normal, others said when they rebooted they still had the problem. Several were using the Chrome browser when it happened. So, I went back to my computer and tried this: Ctrl+Alt+Del and the window did open, so next I picked "Task Manager" from that. Then I looked at the running tasks and nothing unusual there, just my usual programs were listed. Okay, my my reasoning kicked in, this happened when I was using my browser, I was using Opera, but that is a sister to Chrome. So I selected the option in Task Manager to shutdown Opera. When I did, my computer screen was almost back to normal, but in my email program, some of the background became black. I tried reopening Opera, it did, but my tabs would not open. So, I closed it, and reopened and that second time the tabs opened normally. I found in Operas history that the tab that opened was mvw8mocew89chf.azureedge.net The domain name was azureedge.net that jammed up my computer! I went to Whois.com, and the domain name is registered to Microsoft! Would Microsoft lock up my browser using Opera to do so??? Why wouldn't Windows use Defender to do that??? So, what the heck is going on??? I rebooted my computer, added that domain name to Avast to block, and ran both my Avast and Malwarebytes software on the computer, and neither found any problems???? I searched for the phone number 844-923-9922 on google and two phone number searches, and none could tell me who uses that phone number, no records found. Anyway, my computer, seems like it is working okay. But I have no idea if it is using my IP or info I use to take my data by the ransomware it said that was being used. As all three of my safety programs did not have info on it! But Ctrl+Alt+Del and closing the browser I was using at the time, got my computer back to working.