Early in December, before the first snows of winter could way-lay them, 96 heavily armed and armoured knights of the realm, accompanied by 144 stalwart militia of both sword and bow (whom hailed from the townships of Feldsland and Outerfeldsland), made haste for Wheatfelds (a sleepy farming hamlet) which lay south of the region of Hofstetten. Hofstetten was the only region left in the clutches of the dreaded Baron.
At Wheatfelds, a company of mercenary bowmen, The Wayward Sons, would rendezvous with the main force. No sooner were they gathered was a decree announced - Hofstetten would be liberated and the lands united once and for all.
A long week passed with no response, until one dreary morning a scout rode into camp with dire news - a massive army had amassed at the border, led by the Baron himself!
312 men broke camp and set off for a distant battlefield, in the Selbitz region. The rain poured relentlessly those first few days, but it did not dampen the spirits of the soldiers, nor did it extinguish the flames of their hatred towards the Baron for the chaos he had sown across their lands. Only battle and blood and ultimate victory would quench their thirst for revenge. And so they marched on.
The first snows were already falling when the men of the Felds saw the twinkling tips of spears on the horizon. Heartbeats quickened amongst the ranks. The air above their heads was a small cloud of chilled breath. They were outnumbered. But they had the higher ground. The retinues of Feldsland, Outerfeldsland, Ironfelds and Wheatfelds formed the heart of the army. The commanders of these experienced soldiers organised the rest of the men into their battle formations.
Before long, both armies met on the battlefield. The bulk of the Barons main force attacked the centreline of the Feldsland forces. On the left flank, the Barons own retinue and a troop of swordsmen made attempts to sweep up and behind the main line but a troop of militia and a mercenary archer unit where there to greet them. The Baron was held off, but not before the mercs were forced to withdraw from the fight. To the right, the Barons own archers attempted to gain an angle on the fighting, but the Feldsland archers repelled them. Some of the Barons hired Thugs did break through, but they were quickly dispatched by a militia of swordsmen.
The high ground proved vital to the success of the Feldsland forces. The retinues held strong and beat back the many legions of spears and swords that the Baron had brought with him. Eventually they were routed (although with considerable losses) and although battle weary, they regrouped. All that remained was the Barons longbowmen. The Baron himself lay slain on the battlefield - one more body for the corpse pit. The bowmen stood no chance now. They were tired and their will shattered having witnessed the destruction of so many of their own. Soon, they too fled. And so it was proclaimed Victory for Feldsland.
Hope you enjoyed that, this game has been a blast to play so far! Thanks Greg for all your hard work!
Some notes:
New experimental patch update threw me for a loop with the Kings Tax, I'd just finished the same mode on normal before the update so it was a bit jarring. Four fully kitted out retinues definitely helped with the final battle. Baron brought a big ol' army but good positioning saved my ass. This game is amazing.
Dropping in some screenshots of the final encounter and an overhead of the regions for anyone that's interested. Nothing fancy, it just worked. pic 1 - my army. pic 2 - initial clash. pic 3 - end of battle. pic 4 - inspecting the remaining troops.
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Update #3 appears at the bottom.
Due to numerous disparaging comments by multiple individuals, I have reposted my article.
Heckling does not change what occurred. People need to know these truths, especially those who have experienced the same. They need to know they are sane, that such things are indeed being perpetrated, and the perpetrators use shame to silence them and protect their activities.
I write to encourage them not to listen to disparaging people who speak without knowledge.
February 10, 2024
I am Joseph Cafariello, a Canadian citizen and ex-member of the Canadian military. Of sound mind, not on medication, not a drug user, not a marijuana smoker, not an alcohol drinker, with no mental disorders.
I recently posted to this Liberty subreddit experiences of harassment by Vancouver's police and fire departments (Vancouver, BC, Canada). I’m the fellow who was repeatedly ordered by police to stay out of Vancouver’s Stanley Park, and was continually harassed whenever I visited the park (which I do every second day on my early morning walks).
Immediately following that post, they changed some of the techniques they use in my case. They were either informed of my post or found it themselves, seeing as my internet activity, and phone activity for that matter, are under continuous surveillance (plenty of proof which I will not include here to avoid running off-topic).
In this post, I would like to shed some light on other harassment which is still ongoing, since it occurs in private, away from potential observers. It involves the Canadian and US militaries.
Havana Syndrome
In 2016, numerous employees of the Canadian and US embassies in Havana, Cuba, started experiencing head injuries ranging from mild headaches to concussions. It happened in their sleep, and came to be called Havana Syndrome.
Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana\_syndrome):
“Havana syndrome is a cluster of idiopathic symptoms experienced mostly abroad by U.S. government officials and military personnel. The symptoms range in severity from pain and ringing in the ears to cognitive dysfunction and were first reported in 2016 by U.S. and Canadian embassy staff in Havana, Cuba. Beginning in 2017, more people, including U.S. intelligence and military personnel and their families, reported having these symptoms in other places, such as China, India, Europe, and Washington, D.C. The U.S. Department of State, Department of Defense, and other federal entities have called the events "Anomalous Health Incidents" (AHI). Of over a thousand purported cases, the majority of US investigative bodies found only a few dozen cases to be suspicious.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you exactly what happens, because I have been experiencing this since I first joined the Canadian military back in 2002, and am still experiencing these “torments” (as I call them) to this day, already 3 years after leaving the military.
I go to bed. In about 15 minutes, just as I am on the cusp of falling asleep, a hear and feel a heavy thud reverberate and ultimately strike my skull. My body releases a sharp burst of adrenalin, my heart starts racing, and my blood’s circulation speeds up significantly. Depending on the severity of the blow, it can take me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to fall asleep again. Though there have been times I could not return to sleep for more than 2 hours.
A strong headache is felt immediately, and lasts for hours. There have been times when my heart felt like it was going to burst, having been startled as such.
The pulse to the head sometimes reverberates through the wall and my bed’s headboard. I distinctly feel as though I have been hit on the top of my skull. At other times, it feels as though the pulse has come through the air, striking the side of my skull.
This is not a sleep disorder, for it does not occur regularly. At times, my sleep is disturbed in this manner 3 or 4 days in a row. At other times, there is no disturbance for up to a week. But they never let me go more than a week without such interruptions to my sleep.
Neither is it sleep apnea, as I do not awaken gasping for breath. The pounding headaches, sudden release of adrenaline, and heart palpitations I experience are caused by external impacts of sound waves or air bursts.
Sonic Weapons
How these pulses are produced is not easy to identify. As Wikipedia explains:
“Once the story became public, various U.S. government representatives attributed the incidents to attacks by unidentified foreign actors, and various U.S. officials blamed the reported symptoms on a variety of unidentified and unknown technologies, including ultrasound and microwave weapons.”
Sonic weapons have been in use for many years by militaries, and by police in crowd control. As Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic\_weapon):
“Some sonic weapons make a focused beam of sound or of ultrasound; others produce an area field of sound. As of 2023 military and police forces make some limited use of sonic weapons.”
(Do not believe the 2023 timeline. The Canadian military has been using these weapons since the early 2000’s at the latest.)
Wikipedia continues:
“Extremely high-power sound waves can disrupt or destroy the eardrums of a target and cause severe pain or disorientation. This is usually sufficient to incapacitate a person. Less powerful sound waves can cause humans to experience nausea or discomfort.”
The users of these technologies must also be using thermal detection equipment to monitor the target’s sleep. As I mentioned, I most often feel these blows the moment I am falling asleep. Body temperature drops when we sleep, and brain activity slows. Heat-detection equipment is likely being used to identify the point at which the target is falling asleep.
Why they prefer to strike at the start of someone’s sleep as opposed to the middle of their sleep, I do not know. Perhaps their intent is to deprive the body of early sleep, limiting the amount of deep sleep available to the person before their alarm rings in the morning.
Ordinary Hammers
Not all such “torments” (as I call them) are caused by high-tech equipment. I have heard and felt distinct hammer strikes running along the 2x4 beams inside my walls. These strikes can be a single hard strike, or several strikes in a row. It is definitely caused by a person with a hammer because the intervals between strikes are equidistant in time; that is, the time spacing between strikes is not random and does not change from strike to strike, but is constant between strikes, exactly as when someone is hammering. And no, it is not someone hanging pictures at 1:30 am, multiple times a week, for years.
On one occasion, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, I felt the floor-board directly under my feet pulse so sharply it felt like a brick had struck the soles of my feet. In this case, my military neighbour likely used a hammer to strike the floorboard on his side of the wall. It is the only plausible explanation.
Surveillance
This leads to surveillance of one’s activities at home. I have plenty of proofs of that. They seem insignificant on an individual basis. But when you put them all together, they present a clear picture of home surveillance.
My laptop computer’s lid cracked one night, at the bottom left corner of the screen. The next day at work, I heard my military supervisor relate to another co-worker that the night before, his laptop computer’s lid cracked at the bottom left corner. I swear to the Lord in Heaven, I am being truthful.
I tested my suspicion of being surveilled. At home one night, I blurted out-loud, “VW Passat. What an ugly sounding word, ‘Passat’”, I said. A few days later, my military colleagues at work started playing a card game at lunch, invented by one of them. The name he gave his game was “Passat”, and when he spoke it, he looked at me for a reaction. If you ever contact the Halifax military base, ask for the Claims Department and ask them if they are still playing Passat.
On another occasion, at a time when I frequented the gym every second day for a few years, I suspected my van had been fitted with a listening device. I suspected so because a number of things I had spoken with people about on my phone while in my van (nothing illegal) were repeated by people at the gym in conversations among themselves. Too many times, parts of other people's conversations matched parts of conversations I had had with others while I was in my van.
I already knew my phone was being tapped, but I also suspected my van was bugged. So one evening while driving in my van, I blurted out-loud a number of things I said I hated. "I hate (this or that)"; "I hate it when...". One of them was, "I hate when people chew gum with their mouths open." I then vocalized an exaggerated gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw."
The very next time I went to the gym, 2 days later, while I was at an exercise, a fellow sat at an exercise directly behind me. And sure enough, he started chewing with his mouth open, vocalizing that gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw." I didn't look behind at him, because I knew what was going on, and I wanted to avoid playing into his hand. So he repeated himself again and again until I was done and moved to a different station. Now, honestly, who chews gum at the gym? You can't. Or you run the risk of choking for the heavy breathing, not to mention when laying down on benches. And with precisely the same exaggerated vocalized gnawing sound I had made in my van just 2 days prior.
Their whole intent is to let you know you are being surveilled. They want you to know, as both a warning and a provocation. They want you to say something, to launch accusations, which they would readily deny, making you look paranoid. If you react too strongly, they could even have you diagnosed with some kind of disorder, and put you on medication, which further plays into their hand. (More regarding medications in the last section of this post.)
This is why, as I mentioned in my previous post, they would park their cars shining their high beams on me as I walked past them during my morning walk. And why on some occasions, a group of 3 or 4 would exit their cars and stand on my path just as I approached, forcing me to go around them. They would then remain standing on the path until my return trip through, and after I had passed by the second time, then would then return to their cars - making it absolutely clear I was their interest.
Their intent is not only to make me aware, but also to present themselves in close proximity to me, within easy reach, in the hope I would confront them, resulting in an altercation that could land me in a lot of hot water - 4 witnesses against me, all pleading innocence.
Again, it is all designed to make you look bad, and to warrant some kind of legal measure against you - preferably a medical diagnosis, discrediting you in everything you say about them. If they can't refute your claims, their only remaining option is to discredit you. That's what all of these tricks are designed to accomplish. Who would believe anything you say, once you have been diagnosed with a disorder?
There are plenty more examples. But who would really believe them? I’ll save them for the future.
Home Invasion
Both during and after my military service, I have had my apartments entered without any signs of break-ins. How? Lock-picking and duplicate keys. Indications? Missing objects; ie: money, phone adaptor, etc. Nothing major. Just something to make us understand we are being watched, and to make us understand what they can do.
But it is always something small, something for which you would be ridiculed for divulging.
Two more examples: I found my razor, which I always lay-down razor-end to the wall, turned around, razor-end toward me. Also, in one of my house slippers I found a small shoe sticker on the up-side of the heel. I had those slipper for years, and never had any shoe stickers on them. Yet there it was, clearly visible on the top surface of my slipper, not the bottom. Could I have stepped on a shoe sticker when barefoot in my apartment, only to have the sticker transfer itself to my slipper when I wore it? How many shoe stickers do you have laying around your apartment that you can accidentally step onto?
If I had stepped onto a sticker in my apartment and had it stick to my heel, that means the sticky side was up against my skin. This means the sticker would have had to flip upside down such that the sticky side would then be down, allowing the sticker to stick to the slipper. Do you really think that happened? That sticker was not there when I left my apartment, but it was there when I returned. And it was the wrong sticker, wrong brand, wrong size.
Again, what is their intent? To make someone look ridiculous so no one will believe them should they speak of other more sensitive things.
Staged Incidents
The above incidents clearly point to coordinated and staged events (at my work, my home, on my walks, etc). This is so frequently met with incredulity. "But that would require coordination on the part of so many people," the public dismisses. "They wouldn't do that."
Oh yes they would, and they have, as explained in https://fightgangstalking.com/. Note the documented cases involving the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS, Canada's equivalent to the US' CIA) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP, Canada's national police force) in the second quote, which were reported in national newspapers.
From https://fightgangstalking.com/:
“Disruption operations often involve tactics which are illegal, but difficult to prove. These tactics include – but are not limited to – overt surveillance (stalking), slander, blacklisting, “mobbing” (intense, organized harassment in the workplace), “black bag jobs” [home invasions], abusive phone calls, computer hacking, framing, threats, blackmail, vandalism, “street theater” (staged physical and verbal interactions with minions of the people who orchestrate the stalking), harassment by noises, and other forms of bullying. Many of these tactics were used by the FBI during its illegal COINTELPRO operations, as documented by stolen official documents and subsequent Congressional investigations.
"Although the general public is mostly unfamiliar with the practice, references to “disruption” operations – described as such – do occasionally appear in the news media, even though that fact would apparently be news to the editors of The New York Times. In May 2006, for example, an article in The Globe and Mail, a Canadian national newspaper, reported that the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) used “Diffuse and Disrupt” tactics against suspects for whom they lacked sufficient evidence to prosecute. A criminal defense attorney stated that many of her clients complained of harassment by authorities, although they were never arrested."
She can add me to that list too.
For the Benefit of Others
The experiences I have recounted here seem so trivial, so insignificant, they make you look ridiculous if you talk about them. But if we don’t talk about such things, no one will ever know about them. Other people have experienced the same, and are forced to endure such torments in silence. They need encouragement to talk about their own experiences, and so I write about mine in the hope they will talk about theirs, even if I do look ridiculous. The perpetrators are more ridiculous for doing them.
I remember a military colleague being hauled away by military police one morning, as she was struggling and having a violent fit. A fellow on her floor told me she was throwing chairs at her walls screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”. When he mentioned that, I knew exactly what they had done to her. She was considered unruly, and was being watched intently. They wanted her out, and that is how they accomplished it. Through wall tapping and sleep deprivation, they push you to the breaking point. And when you finally lose control and do something rash, they pounce on you, and you’re out. Now she has a criminal record, considered a criminal when in reality she was a victim. Welcome to the Canadian military, and other militaries besides, I am sure.
There are dozens upon dozens of experiences I could present. But who will really read them? Worse still, who will really believe them? I overheard my military supervisor in Halifax whisper to another, “Do you think he knows?”, after I had mentioned one of the many “coincidences” I experienced, but with a tone of my being aware it was not a mere coincidence. As I turned my face to my computer screen, I whispered under my breath, but still loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, (rank) (name), I know.” A few minutes later, as he walked past my desk, he leaned in by my ear and whispered, “We’re just trying to help you.” I should have pressed him for answers right then and there, but you just don’t know how much trouble you can get into when making such accusations in the military. So I let it go. But I will never forget.
Should anyone reading this ever decide to launch some kind of inquiry, I can mention names of over 100 people to contact, including military personnel, family members, neighbours, building managers, and others who have been contacted by military personnel with false narratives about me. They flash their ID’s and other credentials, and people believe anything they say. They turn family, friends, co-workers and neighbours against you, even recruiting their participation. Your acquaintances not only participate, but actually feel justified and emboldened playing tricks on you. It isn't their fault, though; they have been misled. I would reference them solely for corroboration.
As a final thought, here are explanations of two military programs in which certain persons (sometimes military, sometimes civilian) are kept under constant surveillance, and are in some cases subjected to conditioning in an attempt to turn them into what is called a “sleeper agent”. Almost all of the tactics presented below have been experience by me, including constant surveillance (ie: my previous post here regarding being harassed on my morning walks) and sleep deprivation (as per the top portion of this post, which other military members in Cuba and elsewhere around the world have also experienced).
Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program
See Newsweek’s article: https://www.newsweek.com/exclusive-inside-militarys-secret-undercover-army-1591881
Some excerpts from that Newsweek article, plus more background information on the Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program, can be found here: https://fightgangstalking.com/
“The largest undercover force the world has ever known is the one created by the Pentagon over the past decade. Some 60,000 people now belong to this secret army, many working under masked identities and in low profile, all part of a broad program called “signature reduction.” The force, more than ten times the size of the clandestine elements of the CIA, carries out domestic and foreign assignments, both in military uniforms and under civilian cover, in real life and online, sometimes hiding in private businesses and consultancies, some of them household name companies.
“…a little-known sector of the American military, but also a completely unregulated practice. No one knows the program’s total size, and the explosion of signature reduction has never been examined for its impact on military policies and culture. Congress has never held a hearing on the subject. And yet the military developing this gigantic clandestine force challenges U.S. laws, the Geneva Conventions, the code of military conduct and basic accountability.
“…The signature reduction effort engages some 130 private companies to administer the new clandestine world. Dozens of little known and secret government organizations support the program, doling out classified contracts and overseeing publicly unacknowledged operations.
"Federal spy agencies are using Americans to spy on their fellow citizens – the same approach to governance famously employed by communist East Germany."
How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent
By Dantalion Jones / Masters of Mind Control
The following “was” on the web, but has been removed. Surprise, surprise. But I saved its web files to my computer years ago, knowing that sooner or later it would be removed. I made a jpeg image of the web page as it once appeared, attached here.
Note that I have experienced almost all of the tactics described below, including the stalking I mentioned in my previous post here (regular walks in the park), the sleep deprivation noted at the top of this post, and the surveillance and intrusions described here as well.
Quoting the now-removed webpage: “How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent” (from here to end of post):
Amid all the conspiracy theories one of the most feared is that there exist "sleeper agents" in our society who are programmed to come into service when they are triggered by a phone call or key word.
These alleged sleeper agents don't even know they are programmed to become saboteurs, soldiers, suicide bomber, etc because of the thoroughness of their programming. They are the feared "Manchurian Candidate" that the movies portray.
The question is "Are they real?"
If they are true sleeper agents there is no way of telling until they are activated. One can however theorize exactly how they are made.
Indoctrination
Using indoctrination a person can be made to embrace a religious or philosophical belief that would make becoming a sleeper agent possible.
This would be a person so committed to an ideal they would be willing to wait patiently as a member of society until they are called into action. These people would know their mission and consciously hold it secret while interacting with the rest of society.
Conditioning
Conditioning is a repetitive process where the desired responses are enforced and rewarded and unwanted responses are punished. This can be done consciously as part of training drill and it can be done subconsciously using hypnosis or drugs to create amnesia.
Hypnosis
It has been demonstrated that hypnosis can create "amnesia walls" in which the subject has no conscious memory of what happened in the hypnosis session. It has further been demonstrated that hypnosis can give post hypnotic instruction to be carried out automatically in the waking state without the subject knowing it or questioning the behavior.
What follows is conjecture and theory based on testimonials of people who were alleged to be sleeper agents and soldiers.
Continuous Supervisions
Continuous supervision doesn't mean that the subject is cut off completely from society. It means that they are constantly overseen and every aspect of their lives are managed (without their knowledge or consent) to support their hypnotic programming.
This would include:
• Repeated reinforcement of all hypnotic conditioning.
• Handlers. Handlers are people who help maintain the subjects environment to maintain all the programming. They can play the role of family, friends, lovers, psychologists, coaches or any roll the subject perceives as supportive. The truth is the handlers are their to support the successful fulfillment of the programming and not the subject as a person.
• Minimal sleep so that the mind/brain does not process all the sleeper conditioning during sleep.
• Creating constant environmental challenges like unemployment or poverty. This gives the subject something other than their programming to focus on.
• Frequent hospitalization. This gives overt opportunity to sedate the subject for conditioning. If the subject has a history of hospitalizations for mental disturbances all the better. No one will take them seriously.
Joseph Cafariello
PS... Today is the second day after this post (February 12, 2024). A garbage truck just slammed into my parked car.
PPS... I finish writing this post because I am satisfied with its shape and content; not because of what happened to my car.
It is similar to when you are reaching for your coat, and someone tells you, "Take your coat." Since you have to take your coat, your brain tells you it's ok to obey them, and you comply. They just created an instance where they led you, and you followed them. And your brain accepted it.
It's a technique the military uses all the time. It trains you to accept instructions from that person or group. Done enough times, you become comfortable obeying them.
I just say, "I take my coat because I choose to, not because you tell me to." It's important to make that clear, to block the conditioning and affirm our self-governance; not just to them, but to ourselves as well. Now our brain realizes we took our coat by our own choice; we are still in command.
So too, I say regarding today's event. "Thanks for the warning, but I had already finished writing my post. I finished by my own choosing."
UPDATES 1 & 2: February 26 & March 07, 2024:
My apartment was once again entered while I was out. Either a key was used or the lock was picked. This may or may not have included assistance from building staff. Home invasions are included in the list of their techniques noted above, referred to as "black bag jobs".
All tenants on my floor received new fridges a couple of weeks ago. I removed the tape securing the bins inside my new fridge, and also removed all styrofoam pads from the corners of the glass shelves when I repositioned them.
The person(s) who have been invading my living space on a regular basis have struck again. As you can see in the photo below, the styrofoam pads on the corners of my fridge's shelves were restored when I was out of my apartment. I had removed all pads when I repositioned the shelves. Yet now they are back.
It is a tactic used to undermine our observational awareness in an attempt to make us second-guess and doubt ourselves. The aim is to cause people to feel less sure not only of the things we have done, but also feel less sure of the things others have done. They want us to question the accuracy of our observations and memory.
The idea is to train you to dismiss any anomalies you may observe as being your own misperception of things. Once they convince you not to trust your own judgement, they are free to do whatever they want to you, and you will simply accept it without questioning.
UPDATE 3: May 18, 2024:
Confrontations with individuals keep occurring, at times potentially violent. Following are just 3 such encounters as of late.
1 - Kick-boxer in the park:
As I parked my car in one of the parking lots in Vancouver's Stanley Park one night, another vehicle drove up behind me and parked several spots away. A tall man exited that vehicle, and walked hastily along the path I always walk, down some steps to the water's sea wall path. I took my time and followed my usual walk, also down the steps down to the sea wall. The man knew my routine, and was in a hurry to get ahead of me.
As I walked along the sea wall, I saw the same man sitting on a bench, playing a loud religious sermon in a foreign language on a device I did not clearly see. As I walked past him, he called out to me to stop and chat. I ignored him and continued walking past. He rose and started walking behind me.
I opened my umbrella, turned, and walked past him the other way, returning to the stairs back to the parking lot. He also turned and continued following me. I started running. He also started running. I ran up the steps, as did he.
Being taller than I am, his legs are longer than mine, and he quickly caught up to me on a grassy patch at the top of the steps. I turned to him and asked, "Why are you following me?" He did not reply, but stood profile to me, the same stance a kick-boxer uses when ready to kick someone. He was tall, thin, and in excellent physical shape as you would see in a kick-boxer.
He did not speak at all, but was just waiting for me to make a move. I turned, entered my vehicle and left. The encounter continued with a chase through the park in our cars. Yes, that is correct. He chased me out of the park in his car.
2 - Told to keep quiet:
The perpetrators need to operate with as little detection as possible, and they repeatedly warn their subjects to keep their mouths shut about their experiences.
On another of my recent nightly walks, a man stood on the sidewalk ahead of me about half a block away, looked at me, and shouted into the sky at nobody, giving the appearance of being a homeless person shouting for no reason. He then started walking in my direction. I continued walking straight. As he passed me, he leaned into my face and shouted into my ear, "Shut the f_ck up!" I continued walking in my direction, and he resumed walking in his.
The idea is to make it seem as though he is just a deranged man wandering the streets at night, shouting at nothing, so that when he shouts at me, any observer would simply dismiss his actions. But in reality, he was sent to send me a message to stop publishing posts like this, which I had done many times on many sites, and continue to. They don't like it when we reveal their methods. But the truth must be known.
3 - You'll be sorry:
On another occasion, while returning from grocery shopping one afternoon, I walked past a man sitting by a storefront. He was clean-cut, wearing clean clothes, without any carts or wagons or any belongings of any kind. As I passed him, he asked me for some spare change. I replied, "I'm sorry," and continued walking past. He replied, "You will be."
There are numerous other experiences, like two seemingly unassociated men standing on the sea wall about 100 meters away from each other, each of them spitting just as I walked past each one.
There are too many experiences to mention. Looking at each experience individually, one would easily dismiss them as being unrelated and simply coincidental. But put them all together and a picture starts to form, like putting together the pieces of a puzzle.
As I hand you each piece of the puzzle one by one, you dismiss each piece, saying, "This could be anything." And you discard it. You keep discarding each piece as I hand it to you. By the end of it, you look down at the table and say, "You have nothing." That's because you looked at each piece as a separate item and threw it away. But if you leave the pieces on the table as I hand them to you and do not hastily discard them, you will see they form a clear picture when put all together.
We must look at all these events as a whole. Individually, each one could be anything. But when all of these experiences are put together and considered as a whole, they form an undeniable picture. Do not be quick to dismiss each piece. Leave the pieces on the table and look at the whole. The picture I present is sound. Remember, I have all the pieces; you do not. I see the picture more clearly than you do.
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Minha mãe está procurando um plano de saúde desses mais baratinhos que forneçam algum desconto em exames, etc. Numa dessas chegou em uma empresa que pediu alguns dados, quando ela me manda o link pedindo ajuda pra preencher eu quase caio da cadeira. Um link de Google Forms pedindo uma série de dados, quando chego no pagamento, o golpista simplesmente pede todos os dados do cartão. Eu cheguei a falar com o golpista pra ver até onde ia a cara de pau do safado e ele simplesmente me disse que “isso é uma prática normal, é como se fosse uma compra no site da Amazon ou da Netflix”. Denunciei o Forms pra Google e minha velha bloqueou o safado.

(1/12) The Battle of Big Reel occurred on November 27th, 2295, during the Nuka War. After the fall of the institute in 2289, a new threat came to the Commonwealth: the Nuka-World Raider Gangs. On October 12, 2293, the Sunshine Massacre would occur after the Nuka-World Raider Gangs invaded the Minutemen Settlement, outnumbering its residents ten to one. The next morning, a group of Minutemen and a small militia from nearby settlements would arrive, only to meet the same fate as the Sunshine settlers. Mason would then send a small force of raiders to Diamomd City to deliver a declaration of war on the Commonwealth.
(2/12) After news spread on Diamond City radio, things escalated when the Rust Devils approached the Nuka-World Raiders Gangs for the first time and formed an alliance.
(3/12) Eventually, the Raiders would push north for Abernathy to gain control of the settlement artillery. This led to the Battle of Farm Hill, which was the first major battle of the war. The Minutemen and the BOS both suffered major losses, and Abernathy fell on January 6, 2294. Much of the Raiders' success during the Battle of Farm Hill is due to their invention of mobile anti-aircraft missile turrets that practically annihilated the BOS's Vertibird Fleet. This made defeating the outnumbered Minutemen's ground troops a cakewalk.
(4/12) Much of the war was then focused around Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary. Many feared an artillery attack was coming at any given moment. A large army consisting of BOS, Minutement, and local militias was formed to prepare to defend the city from an invasion. Instead, the Raiders continued to surround Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary, leaving a small route to the east going to Ten Pines as the only way in or out. This left most of the other settlements in the area to fend for themselves. Most settlements quickly realized this and started making preparations.
(5/12) In larger settlements like Big Reel, everyone came together to fortify the city. Many believed that if the City of Sanctuary fell, Big Reel would be the next target. A patchwork army quickly formed, consisting of City Police, Minutemen, BOS, Merian Casino Security Robots, Undercover Railroad, Settlers, Synths, and Ghouls.
(6/12) Big Reel's weak spot is the hill next to the city's north wall. However, if the Raiders are spotted to the south, the Church of Atom will ring its bell to alert the patchwork army to move south.
(7/12) On November 27th, 2295, at 8:06 p.m., an artillery strike from Abernathy struck the top of Minutemen Tower, instantly destroying the city's vital communication antennas. The Raiders knew the best way into Big Reel would be the hill to the north, so William & Mags sent a small group of raiders to the south of the city to try to create a diversion, and it worked. The Church of Atom rang its bell upon seeing the raiders, drawing the patchwork army away from the north wall. The raider army then charged the north wall of the city. By the time the patchwork army realized what was happening, it was too late.
(8/12) The Raiders had broken through several positions and were trying to gain control of the loop. The battle had begun, and though already outnumbered and outsmarted, the people of Big Reel fought with everything they had.
(9/12) Once inside the city, the Raiders started releasing cages of muzzled ghouls and hordes of robots. Buildings were being set ablaze while the patchwork army did everything in their power to keep the raiders away from the city's power plant. Settlers started becoming trapped in highrise buildings as many residents fled to the upper floors to get away from the robots and feral ghouls. The Raiders eventually reached the power plant, and the city fell into darkness.
(10/12) The Raiders were almost victorious when suddenly, a sound could be heard coming from the east. "Attention, people of the Commonwealth! I, the mechanist, have come to bring about an era of peace. Do not be alarmed." The mechanists and an army of her robots rush into the city and join the remains of the patchwork army to drive the Raiders out of Big Reel.
(11/12) Though the war was not over, the resistance of the patchwork army during the Battle of Big Reel marked the turning point for the war and its eventual end on June 24, 2296.
(12/12) After the Raiders were defeated, the city would rebuild, and the settlers would finally move forward.

(1/12) The Battle of Big Reel occurred on November 27th, 2295, during the Nuka War. After the fall of the institute in 2289, a new threat came to the Commonwealth: the Nuka-World Raider Gangs. On October 12, 2293, the Sunshine Massacre would occur after the Nuka-World Raider Gangs invaded the Minutemen Settlement, outnumbering its residents ten to one. The next morning, a group of Minutemen and a small militia from nearby settlements would arrive, only to meet the same fate as the Sunshine settlers. Mason would then send a small force of raiders to Diamomd City to deliver a declaration of war on the Commonwealth.
(2/12) After news spread on Diamond City radio, things escalated when the Rust Devils approached the Nuka-World Raiders Gangs for the first time and formed an alliance.
(3/12) Eventually, the Raiders would push north for Abernathy to gain control of the settlement artillery. This led to the Battle of Farm Hill, which was the first major battle of the war. The Minutemen and the BOS both suffered major losses, and Abernathy fell on January 6, 2294. Much of the Raiders' success during the Battle of Farm Hill is due to their invention of mobile anti-aircraft missile turrets that practically annihilated the BOS's Vertibird Fleet. This made defeating the outnumbered Minutemen's ground troops a cakewalk.
(4/12) Much of the war was then focused around Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary. Many feared an artillery attack was coming at any given moment. A large army consisting of BOS, Minutement, and local militias was formed to prepare to defend the city from an invasion. Instead, the Raiders continued to surround Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary, leaving a small route to the east going to Ten Pines as the only way in or out. This left most of the other settlements in the area to fend for themselves. Most settlements quickly realized this and started making preparations.
(5/12) In larger settlements like Big Reel, everyone came together to fortify the city. Many believed that if the City of Sanctuary fell, Big Reel would be the next target. A patchwork army quickly formed, consisting of City Police, Minutemen, BOS, Merian Casino Security Robots, Undercover Railroad, Settlers, Synths, and Ghouls.
(6/12) Big Reel's weak spot is the hill next to the city's north wall. However, if the Raiders are spotted to the south, the Church of Atom will ring its bell to alert the patchwork army to move south.
(7/12) On November 27th, 2295, at 8:06 p.m., an artillery strike from Abernathy struck the top of Minutemen Tower, instantly destroying the city's vital communication antennas. The Raiders knew the best way into Big Reel would be the hill to the north, so William & Mags sent a small group of raiders to the south of the city to try to create a diversion, and it worked. The Church of Atom rang its bell upon seeing the raiders, drawing the patchwork army away from the north wall. The raider army then charged the north wall of the city. By the time the patchwork army realized what was happening, it was too late.
(8/12) The Raiders had broken through several positions and were trying to gain control of the loop. The battle had begun, and though already outnumbered and outsmarted, the people of Big Reel fought with everything they had.
(9/12) Once inside the city, the Raiders started releasing cages of muzzled ghouls and hordes of robots. Buildings were being set ablaze while the patchwork army did everything in their power to keep the raiders away from the city's power plant. Settlers started becoming trapped in highrise buildings as many residents fled to the upper floors to get away from the robots and feral ghouls. The Raiders eventually reached the power plant, and the city fell into darkness.
(10/12) The Raiders were almost victorious when suddenly, a sound could be heard coming from the east. "Attention, people of the Commonwealth! I, the mechanist, have come to bring about an era of peace. Do not be alarmed." The mechanists and an army of her robots rush into the city and join the remains of the patchwork army to drive the Raiders out of Big Reel.
(11/12) Though the war was not over, the resistance of the patchwork army during the Battle of Big Reel marked the turning point for the war and its eventual end on June 24, 2296.
(12/12) After the Raiders were defeated, the city would rebuild, and the settlers would finally move forward.

(1/12) The Battle of Big Reel occurred on November 27th, 2295, during the Nuka War. After the fall of the institute in 2289, a new threat came to the Commonwealth: the Nuka-World Raider Gangs. On October 12, 2293, the Sunshine Massacre would occur after the Nuka-World Raider Gangs invaded the Minutemen Settlement, outnumbering its residents ten to one. The next morning, a group of Minutemen and a small militia from nearby settlements would arrive, only to meet the same fate as the Sunshine settlers. Mason would then send a small force of raiders to Diamomd City to deliver a declaration of war on the Commonwealth.
(2/12) After news spread on Diamond City radio, things escalated when the Rust Devils approached the Nuka-World Raiders Gangs for the first time and formed an alliance.
(3/12) Eventually, the Raiders would push north for Abernathy to gain control of the settlement artillery. This led to the Battle of Farm Hill, which was the first major battle of the war. The Minutemen and the BOS both suffered major losses, and Abernathy fell on January 6, 2294. Much of the Raiders' success during the Battle of Farm Hill is due to their invention of mobile anti-aircraft missile turrets that practically annihilated the BOS's Vertibird Fleet. This made defeating the outnumbered Minutemen's ground troops a cakewalk.
(4/12) Much of the war was then focused around Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary. Many feared an artillery attack was coming at any given moment. A large army consisting of BOS, Minutement, and local militias was formed to prepare to defend the city from an invasion. Instead, the Raiders continued to surround Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary, leaving a small route to the east going to Ten Pines as the only way in or out. This left most of the other settlements in the area to fend for themselves. Most settlements quickly realized this and started making preparations.
(5/12) In larger settlements like Big Reel, everyone came together to fortify the city. Many believed that if the City of Sanctuary fell, Big Reel would be the next target. A patchwork army quickly formed, consisting of City Police, Minutemen, BOS, Merian Casino Security Robots, Undercover Railroad, Settlers, Synths, and Ghouls.
(6/12) Big Reel's weak spot is the hill next to the city's north wall. However, if the Raiders are spotted to the south, the Church of Atom will ring its bell to alert the patchwork army to move south.
(7/12) On November 27th, 2295, at 8:06 p.m., an artillery strike from Abernathy struck the top of Minutemen Tower, instantly destroying the city's vital communication antennas. The Raiders knew the best way into Big Reel would be the hill to the north, so William & Mags sent a small group of raiders to the south of the city to try to create a diversion, and it worked. The Church of Atom rang its bell upon seeing the raiders, drawing the patchwork army away from the north wall. The raider army then charged the north wall of the city. By the time the patchwork army realized what was happening, it was too late.
(8/12) The Raiders had broken through several positions and were trying to gain control of the loop. The battle had begun, and though already outnumbered and outsmarted, the people of Big Reel fought with everything they had.
(9/12) Once inside the city, the Raiders started releasing cages of muzzled ghouls and hordes of robots. Buildings were being set ablaze while the patchwork army did everything in their power to keep the raiders away from the city's power plant. Settlers started becoming trapped in highrise buildings as many residents fled to the upper floors to get away from the robots and feral ghouls. The Raiders eventually reached the power plant, and the city fell into darkness.
(10/12) The Raiders were almost victorious when suddenly, a sound could be heard coming from the east. "Attention, people of the Commonwealth! I, the mechanist, have come to bring about an era of peace. Do not be alarmed." The mechanists and an army of her robots rush into the city and join the remains of the patchwork army to drive the Raiders out of Big Reel.
(11/12) Though the war was not over, the resistance of the patchwork army during the Battle of Big Reel marked the turning point for the war and its eventual end on June 24, 2296.
(12/12) After the Raiders were defeated, the city would rebuild, and the settlers would finally move forward.

(1/12) The Battle of Big Reel occurred on November 27th, 2295, during the Nuka War. After the fall of the institute in 2289, a new threat came to the Commonwealth: the Nuka-World Raider Gangs. On October 12, 2293, the Sunshine Massacre would occur after the Nuka-World Raider Gangs invaded the Minutemen Settlement, outnumbering its residents ten to one. The next morning, a group of Minutemen and a small militia from nearby settlements would arrive, only to meet the same fate as the Sunshine settlers. Mason would then send a small force of raiders to Diamomd City to deliver a declaration of war on the Commonwealth.
(2/12) After news spread on Diamond City radio, things escalated when the Rust Devils approached the Nuka-World Raiders Gangs for the first time and formed an alliance.
(3/12) Eventually, the Raiders would push north for Abernathy to gain control of the settlement artillery. This led to the Battle of Farm Hill, which was the first major battle of the war. The Minutemen and the BOS both suffered major losses, and Abernathy fell on January 6, 2294. Much of the Raiders' success during the Battle of Farm Hill is due to their invention of mobile anti-aircraft missile turrets that practically annihilated the BOS's Vertibird Fleet. This made defeating the outnumbered Minutemen's ground troops a cakewalk.
(4/12) Much of the war was then focused around Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary. Many feared an artillery attack was coming at any given moment. A large army consisting of BOS, Minutement, and local militias was formed to prepare to defend the city from an invasion. Instead, the Raiders continued to surround Red Rocket and the City of Sanctuary, leaving a small route to the east going to Ten Pines as the only way in or out. This left most of the other settlements in the area to fend for themselves. Most settlements quickly realized this and started making preparations.
(5/12) In larger settlements like Big Reel, everyone came together to fortify the city. Many believed that if the City of Sanctuary fell, Big Reel would be the next target. A patchwork army quickly formed, consisting of City Police, Minutemen, BOS, Merian Casino Security Robots, Undercover Railroad, Settlers, Synths, and Ghouls.
(6/12) Big Reel's weak spot is the hill next to the city's north wall. However, if the Raiders are spotted to the south, the Church of Atom will ring its bell to alert the patchwork army to move south.
(7/12) On November 27th, 2295, at 8:06 p.m., an artillery strike from Abernathy struck the top of Minutemen Tower, instantly destroying the city's vital communication antennas. The Raiders knew the best way into Big Reel would be the hill to the north, so William & Mags sent a small group of raiders to the south of the city to try to create a diversion, and it worked. The Church of Atom rang its bell upon seeing the raiders, drawing the patchwork army away from the north wall. The raider army then charged the north wall of the city. By the time the patchwork army realized what was happening, it was too late.
(8/12) The Raiders had broken through several positions and were trying to gain control of the loop. The battle had begun, and though already outnumbered and outsmarted, the people of Big Reel fought with everything they had.
(9/12) Once inside the city, the Raiders started releasing cages of muzzled ghouls and hordes of robots. Buildings were being set ablaze while the patchwork army did everything in their power to keep the raiders away from the city's power plant. Settlers started becoming trapped in highrise buildings as many residents fled to the upper floors to get away from the robots and feral ghouls. The Raiders eventually reached the power plant, and the city fell into darkness.
(10/12) The Raiders were almost victorious when suddenly, a sound could be heard coming from the east. "Attention, people of the Commonwealth! I, the mechanist, have come to bring about an era of peace. Do not be alarmed." The mechanists and an army of her robots rush into the city and join the remains of the patchwork army to drive the Raiders out of Big Reel.
(11/12) Though the war was not over, the resistance of the patchwork army during the Battle of Big Reel marked the turning point for the war and its eventual end on June 24, 2296.
(12/12) After the Raiders were defeated, the city would rebuild, and the settlers would finally move forward.

/uw Just a short one for today. WARNING: Body horror.
Vashric shambles through the Iron City of Dis. He burns with every step, but not from the flames of the city. No, this blaze was on the inside. Skin peels and splits from the internal forces, creating small cracks across his body that sickly purple-ish light flows through.
The further he walks into the city, the more intense the heat, the higher the pressure rises. The whispers return, they screech across his mind like a great calamity. His flesh begins to slough off, the pain is unbearable. Vashric focuses all his power into re-materializing his body. Flesh burns, flesh falls away, flesh returns in a flash of violet light. Only for this process to repeat several times during each labored step.
His growls shake the foundations of nearby buildings, like a localized earthquake. He tries to get the heat out, releasing an inferno of the magenta flames. He scorches the street, creating an area of molten slag in his wake. This offers a temporary reprieve. He resumes his miserable journey, leaving scorched footprints in the road.
Upon arriving at a sort of business district, he's stopped in his tracks yet again. Vashric's bones shift, contort, break apart, and come together again. His jaw and maxilla stretch outside his mouth, teeth extending to razor sharp points. He shatters his own bones with telekinesis and rebuilds them. All in vain, the mutations are accelerating to match attempts to stabilize his body.
In a last ditch effort to escape the torment, he tries to leave his body via astral projection. But the infernal sigils that litter his skin latch onto Vashric's spirit form. Anchoring all attempts to remove soul from body. He becomes a hideous amalgam of writhing body and ghostly apparition. A team of war devils notices this and descend upon Vashric to dispatch this potential threat.
Almost on instinct, Vashric's bladed tail decapitates one in an instant. The rest rush him, but he raises a hand and they're all frozen in place, as if the air itself had seized them. The attack seems to distract him from the gruesome process. For the moment, mind and body reach an agreement: Death.
They're made short work of. Violet and magenta lights burst from their eyes and mouths, their skin disintegrates, revealing skeletons. The skeletons don't last much longer before they too are broken apart and disappear.
The violence seems to quell the process to a degree. Settling on a mouth of beastly teeth, before Vashric's regeneration can fight the pressure back down and guard his body against further changes. Yet the pain remains.
"Damn it all. This is going too far, I may need some help."
He tries to use telepathy to contact the other Astral Guardians, but this too is jammed now.
"Damn. It. All."
Using ESP, Vashric locates the nearest scryer. He stumbles through the demoness's business like a bull in a china shop, slamming into her counter, "I. N-Need a message sent. Extra- Extra-planar."
She looks at him in unimpressed anger, "That's going to cost a lot." She gestures to her damaged shop, "That's going to cost a lot too-"
"I'LL PAY IT! The m-message, please."
"Fine. Recipient?"
"Astraea of the Astral Guardians."
"Hmm. Unreachable."
"Master Esretath of the Astral Guardians."
"Unreachable."
"Samræl, Lord of the 12th Hell?"
"Also unreachable."
"Gods- Julian of the Astral Order? Kavrala of the dragon sanctuary? Mordus, Apostle of Eris?"
"No. Nope. Oh, Mordus is actually here in Hell...but also unreachable."
Vashric lets loose with a roar, but then keels over, clutching his chest from the pain, "Lilith Anorthosite?"
"Yes. I can reach this one. What would you like the message to say?"
"JUST TELL HER I NEED HELP WITH THIS DEVIL MAGIC-"
A veritable army of war devils marches towards the building, clearly looking for the purple-eyed fiend.
"Godsdamnit. I don't have time for this. Tell her to meet me in the next circle," He slams a fist full of gold and magic crystals on the table, "For the fee and damages."
With that, Vashric slinks away, as stealthily as his large frame allows. All the while doing his best to hold mind, body, and soul together. The sickly purple lights still burning within him.
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