I'm hoping for advice on the tolsta tee (https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/tolsta-tee) from more experienced knitters! The pattern, as well as various projects, mention that the neck is quite wide, and that you can cast on for a smaller size, and then increase to the correct number of stitches right after knitting the neck ribbing.
My question is, what kind of increase should I do, does it matter? I can figure out how to evenly space the increases, but I'm just not sure if I should be doing a specific increase.
Thanks!

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Deep in the groaning halls of sinew and bone he awaited his audience with the god. At a wave of his hand the ribs which held up the ceiling contracted, tendons shifting within the pink walls of the chamber as the jagged, calcareous spurs that composed the doorway sank back into the spongy masses of tissue, revealing a passage curving down and out of sight.
Menash stood before the yawning portal and considered eternity. This was no an idle thought: here in the Dawning Chamber, the concept was very real. His father, Yulan, had stood in this exact spot times beyond count. When he was struck down in his prime by the Night Weaver and her Leaper offspring, torn limb from limb as he fought to defend Chthonis from a raiding party, Menash’s uncle, Aqavarr, had carried his broken remains over that grinning threshold to join the hosts of the dead, never to return.
A hot and heavy exhalation rattled up out of the depths, wafting in the acrid scent of the bonding pools and the wet slithering sound of the rebirthing canals. Menash felt a crackle of static in the corners of his mind before the signal sharpened and he heard It whisper distinctly:
“Enter…”
The familiar dread crept its way up the small of his back, and he gave a little shiver. No matter how many times he had communed with the Vitalus, he’d never been able to shake the feeling of his utter insignificance. But he persevered, walking bravely down the slurping passage, past the rows of broad antechambers lining either side of the hallway. Each one held a slumbering shape immersed in a cryogenic bath, towering hulks of muscle encased in ribbed and riveted plates of chitin. No two were alike in size or physiology, but all seemed to emanate the same primeval aura of dread that tickled Menash’s fight-or-flight-instinct, skewing it very much towards the latter response. These were the Hollowores, soulless avatars of the Vitalus, each one a tool capable of eradicating an entire species. As Menash approached, one of the living weapons stirred to life. A pronged, anvil-shaped head emerged from the bath, umbilical feeder tubes detaching from its armored flanks as the rest of its bulk followed, its mauve exoskeleton as sleek and shiny as amethyst. The Hollowore extended legs as thick as grown pine trees and lifted itself above him, its pairs of crushing pincers dripping amniotic fluids as it herded him towards the central room.
Bundles of white gossamer filaments spread all across the floor, encircling steaming pools of pus and acid. He saw arms and legs, sensory organs and entire exoskeletons being knitted before his very eyes, the amino acid chains being stitched on a layer at a time, the weeping pus evidence of microphages fighting off possible infections as the Vitalus did Its work.
These were the next generation of exomorphs, yet to be assigned to their hosts. It was here that Vitalus constantly improved the only thing that could ensure the continued survival of Menash’s subspecies. Exomorphs were bonded to Gallivants at birth, the organisms supplying their hosts with the means to breathe an atmosphere they was never meant to endure, and the strength to fight in a world that was red in tooth and claw. They were as swift as the summer wind and could multiply their host’s muscular power by up to twelve times their natural output.
But for all their God-given might, Gallivants were still mortal. They could and often did perish in the endless struggle for existence that the Vitalus called the Great Game. But even in death they could still commit their essence to posterity, passing down their defining traits through the malleable genetic code of the gilt helix. It was the Vitalus’ greatest boon; through the gilt helix a single individual could become a progenitor of an entire generation, becoming at one stroke the father of whole nations and peoples.
One day he too would prove worthy of the honor that Yulan had earned with his life. But he was not alone in that ambition. Menash was annoyed to find the crimson-clad Vezda and the cowardly Racek waiting for him inside, standing next to a large ball of filaments that hung from a tonsil-like growth hanging from the walls.
This node pulsed, emitting a small storm of bioelectric activity, networks of fungi conveying commands in the form of oscillating voltages to their communities of symbiotic bacteria, the latter containing greigite mineral crystals aligned in the shape of electromagnetic coils. Other networks hidden in the walls modulated and amplified the signals, and the three Gallivants steeled themselves for the onrushing flood of information as the Vitalus tapped into their minds.
He was a candle before the raging heart of the thunderstorm. For an instant Menash touched a fraction of Its intelligence, the divisions of time and space rolling back as they joined the ocean of shared consciousness, becoming one with the living systems of Arachnea. From the tiniest aeroplankton floating above the waves of the golden coastlines, to the herds of ultrapods munching their way through swathes of trees in the savannahs. Menash felt himself pushing up out of the soil, longing and lusting and reaching for the sunlight with a trillion green fingers uncurling, alive with the furious movement of life.
But what was that flicker of orange to the east? That searing heat, that prickling pain spreading like a cancer down his side?
The Vitalus scooped them up and hurled them headlong into hell itself. A roaring wildfire was sweeping into the heart of the eastern rainforests. Menash tasted ash and ruin, felt pieces of himself wither and burn, his branches tongues of fire, wood cracking from the intense blaze, sap boiling instantaneously upon contact and rupturing, splitting him right down the grain. He fled in terror, running, slithering, digging, swimming, flying away in crazed panic from the walls of red death closing in on him. As his skin flaked off in clumps of charcoal he looked back and saw it towering over the treetops, the epicenter of this howling vortex of destruction: the grey behemoth. Its burnished metal hide gleamed like copper, reflecting the fury of the conflagration burning well into the night.
Menash pulled his mind away before it was lost forever in the storm of electric potentials. He saw Racek and Vezda swaying on their feet, breathing hard and fast.
“Heart of the World,” he managed to gasp, “What is your bidding?”
The Hollowore maneuvered itself until it was facing him directly. Tiny beady eyes fixed him in their blank gaze. The node emitted a blue pulse and the creature shuddered as it received the signal. It opened a maw powerful enough to chew boulders into gravel and rumbled:
“This one is the alpha which survived first contact with anomalous variable. It will tell Us what occurred, and from whence this threat emerged.”
“It came from the karst mountain range, where the yellowjacket Amit live,” Menash replied, “It was destroying the largest mound in that area, massacring its inhabitants. It brought the mountain down on them—we’ve never seen anything like it. Zildiz was the first on the scene. She warned us not to approach, and that it was dangerous, but some of us,” here he cast an angry look at Vezda, “Some of us went ahead and tried to scavenge from the bodies of the dying. Then the behemoth ignited the air and burned scores of us to cinders.”
“Irrational. Why did you do this?”
“W-we thought that you had spawned the grey behemoth,” Menash stammered, embarrassed to say the least, “That it was the newest addition to the Great Game, another species of ultrafauna that would help perfect Arachnea.”
“Not so. It was made by an evil far older than the All-In-One,” replied the Vitalus, “It is called a Divine Engine. In cycles past, this evil sought to undo this world and all that inhabit it. In that, it almost succeeded.”
Menash felt his blood run cold at those words.
“Is it the only one of its kind?” Racek piped up. Menash and Vezda both bristled at his interruption; subordinates were only supposed to speak when spoken to.
“There were several deployed here in Our infancy. We had thought them all destroyed in the War of Creation.”
“Your Munificence,” Racek went on, heedless of the venomous looks he was getting from the other two, “Most of us survived because Zildiz persuaded us to dive into the river. She saved all our lives! But as I washed up on the riverbank, I saw the behemoth casting a seedpod into the skies. I did not see where it landed, but it was travelling in a high arc due east. Is this the behemoth’s method of reproducing? If so, then how many offspring can it generate from this one seed?”
The Vitalus met his questions with a minute of silence. Menash had never known It to take so long to respond to a query, and felt another stab of unease in his gut. Unless he was imagining things, the Vitalus seemed genuinely disturbed by the scenario that Racek has raised, enough to convince Menash that the danger was far from hypothetical.
“That is a distant possibility,” It said somewhat cryptically, “Regardless, We cannot allow the Engine’s continued existence.”
“Then it must be destroyed,” Vezda said, her barbed tail eagerly perking up.
“We are not certain that it can be,” the Vitalus said, and Menash heard Racek audibly gulp at the admission.
“But Your Omniscience, you alone are the arbiter of growth and decay,” Vezda said in disbelief, “Surely you can unmake this monster as well?”
“Perhaps. The Divine Engines were built to withstand the extremes of temperature, gravity, atmospheric pressure, acidity and irradiation found on semi-inhabitable exoplanets. Worlds of bareness and desolation, glassed by thermonuclear bombardment or infested with alien microorganisms. In the wars of Our youth, the Betrayers used tungsten-alloy warheads fired from space platforms to crack their bulkheads. Not even Our vessels, the Hollowores, could damage them in any significant way. We will need time to gather the raw materials and fabricate the weapons needed to end this threat.”
“What must we do?” Menash asked.
“If this variable is not dealt with, it could upset the delicate balance We have sacrificed so much to achieve. Already the wildfire it has caused will release close to 400 million metric tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere and destroy 2.3 million acres of forest before Our countermeasures can stop it. Time is our limiting factor. If the Engine cannot be destroyed now, it must be restrained.”
“It hasn’t moved an inch since we last saw it,” Vezda said brightly, “Maybe it has already died?”
“Yes, and maybe your mother was a horka toad,” Racek said snidely. Vezda scowled and took a step towards him, then stopped as she remembered that she trod on hallowed ground.
“Not so. It has merely gone dormant. Having expended its fuel, it is now running on the bare minimum of its reserves. My children, you must ensure that it does not wake again. Establish a quarantine zone around the Engine and let none approach, on pain of death. The Leaper kindreds will secure the ground while the Gallivants patrol the skies.”
Vezda and Menash exchanged troubled looks. Nobody wanted Leapers establishing a foothold in what was essentially a buffer zone between their subspecies. Once allowed to settle in a habitat, it would not take long for them to adapt and become masters of their new territory. Ousting them would become a battle of attrition, and given the lower birthrates of Gallivants, it was not one they could long afford.
“Respectfully, we do not require assistance from our brother kindred,” Menash ventured, “We are more than capable of safeguarding the area ourselves.”
The node throbbed again, the bioelectric flashes taking on an angry purple hue. With a sound like the grinding of a millstone the Hollowore clashed its claws together impatiently. All three of the mortals took a hasty step back.
“The alpha will obey, or another will be found that can,” the Vitalus growled at them, “All subspecies will observe a general truce during this period. This is a temporary addition to the Great Game. Those that serve Us well shall be rewarded. We shall also enlist the aid of your terrestrial cousins, as well as the Cataphract clans to replenish the soil, and lone Saints who shall rove beyond the quarantine zone.”
Menash’s unease deepened. The Vitalus was bringing together four different kindreds, some of which killed each other on sight, in a move that reeked of desperation. The kindreds had worked together before, of course, on complex projects such as altering rainfall patterns and husbanding struggling species, but never so many at once. This was bound to end in bloodshed.
“Those that break the truce shall be chemically neutered, and their gilt helix purged from the existing gene pool,” the Vitalus continued, “You will maintain this quarantine until We have dealt with the Engine.”
“It is understood!” Menash and Vezda said at once.
“But what about Zildiz?” Racek blurted out, again risking his entire lineage by speaking out of turn, “She might still be alive out there!”
“He’s right,” Menash found himself agreeing despite his dislike for Racek, “She’s our alpha, after all. It would be a shame to lose her helix. Do we have your leave to send out a party to recover her?”
The Vitalus pondered the request for a moment, then crushed his hopes when it said:
“Regrettable, the loss of the female. Valuable stock for the breeding program. But it has not responded to Our signals—it is unlikely to have survived. The female Vezda shall take up its duties as alpha.”
“But Your Benevolence—” both men cried out in unison.
“It is decided. She has risked the Great Game, and must abide by its outcome. To speak more on this would risk Our displeasure,” the god warned.
“We can’t spare the manpower anyway,” Vezda pointed out, trying not to look too pleased at Its decision. She darted a quick look at Menash, long enough for him to see the selfish desire festering in her heart. He turned away from her in disgust, baring his blades by the slightest of margins to let her know what he thought of her, then asked the Vitalus:
“But what of the Engine’s seedpod? Should we search for it?”
“Negative!” the Vitalus boomed, its node reinforcing the word with a spike of activity that sent needles of pain spearing into their heads, “We shall complete this task. It is dangerous and can be entrusted to no other.”
The Hollowore angled its massive head towards the cavernous ceiling, armored flaps on its back sliding aside as it unfurled sets of rigid sixty-meter wings. A wide sphincter on the roof gaped open and Menash saw the evening sky awash with the stars in their milky multitudes. The Hollowore took a deep breath through the spiracles lining its thorax and abdomen, pumping air through a pair of hollow tube-like protuberances under either of its wings. Menash and the others quickly scampered to a safe distance. Seconds later there was a scream of chemical combustion and the Hollowore rose into the evening skies, leaving behind a long trail of superheated gases, the backwash almost knocking Menash off his feet. They watched as the Hollowore gained altitude, making straight for the columns of billowing smoke on the horizon, a sweeping shadow blotting out the light of the heavens.
The Vitalus’ mental presence receded with it. When it did not return, they took it to mean that they were dismissed and likewise took flight and headed for Chthonis. They were hardly out of the Dawning Chamber when Vezda seized the scrawny Racek by his wings and anchored her feet right up against his back.
“Funny little man, are you? Crack jokes at my expense again, and I’ll see to it that you’ll never fly again!” she snarled, yanking hard. Racek yelled as his wings threatened to pop out of their sockets.
“Stop!” Menash said, ramming his shoulder into her and knocking the smaller male out of her grip. Vezda rounded on him, blades out and her tail aquiver with rage.
“As for you! No one should speak to the Vitalus like that!” she shrieked, “Much less gainsay It! Are you trying to get us all killed? It is the source and continuance of life itself—”
“But the Vitalus doesn’t always consider the individual scale of things,” Menash reasoned, controlling his rising anger as he tried to defuse the situation, “Its scope of thought is beyond ours. Therefore it is up to us to look after each other. None of us can win the Great Game alone. We need people like Zildiz for the species to prosper.”
“Your logic is flawed,” Vezda spat, “Empathy is a sham devised by the selfish action of the gene, which seeks only to preserve itself. At least I am honest enough to look after my own interests. Your obsession with that whore is misplaced. Heed my words, Menash. What happened today marks a change in the Great Game. Only the ruthless will reap the rewards of this era. Think on that, and act accordingly.”
The female darted off in another direction, leaving the two behind.
“Thanks,” Racek said, rubbing at his sore shoulders, “My, my. She’s really taking her promotion very seriously, isn’t she?”
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Menash said shortly, “We share a common interest, that’s all.”
The two flew together in silence for a time, the dark canopy unrolling below their feet. Racek had always been a bitter rival for Zildiz’s affections. In the mating seasons he and Menash had flown the damsel-dance against each other countless times, racing and dogfighting at top speed through the dense bamboo thickets in an effort to impress her.
But each time she had always chosen Menash. Naturally. He was the stronger, the braver, the son of the Scourge who had slain hundreds on his lightning raids into Leaper territory. Their pairings had been brief and passionate, yet she had always laughed at the end and gone on her merry way, a rose petal borne on a scented breeze, the dalliance as meaningless to her as other concerns like eating or breathing.
But not to him. Right now, all that mattered was her. And Racek was the only one in the whole wide world who knew exactly how he felt. Did that mean he could be trusted? Menash considered the enormity of what he was about to do, and wavered. Then he saw her face in the darkness of his home, the face she wore when they were all alone together, and he took a deep breath before breaking the silence, saying:
“I’ll be in charge of the quarantine. I can arrange for you to disappear for a few days. I can have one of the younglings mimic your magnetosynaptic signal, make it seem like you’re with the rest of us.”
“You’d do that? For me?” Racek said in astonishment.
“Hah. Not for you,” Menash laughed softly. He looked Racek straight in the eyes and continued: “What’ll it be, then?”
If he so much as hesitates, I’ll have to kill him here and now, Menash told himself.
“Why, yes. Yes, of course!” the little brown male said vigorously.
“Good,” Menash sighed with relief, “She’ll be very grateful to whoever brings her home. I’d do it myself, but as an alpha I can’t risk being seen as disobedient.”
“Then why give me this chance? After all that’s passed between us?”
“I should have thought that was obvious,” Menash replied. Racek digested that for a bit, then out of nowhere said:
“If I find her—when I find her—I’ll tell her exactly who it was that sent me.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Bah! Just so we’re even, that’s all,” Racek grinned, his mouthparts slanting askew.
“Thanks, I guess. I’d…I’d appreciate that. You do understand what we’re risking here, right?”
“Sure. We’ll be total genetic write-offs if we’re caught. But it’s not like I wanted to see tiny ugly Raceks running around the house anyway. What about you, though? Why are you putting your neck on the chopping block?”
“You know why,” Menash said quietly, his thoughts still lingering on her face.
“Yes,” Racek agreed with a wistful air, “Yes, I suppose I do.”
And the pair spoke no more until they reached Chthonis.
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I’m happy to park them for the time being while I improve my skills.
At what point did you feel confident working with more fussy fabrics?

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Memory Transcription Subject: Elias Meier, Former UN Secretary-General
Date [standardized human time]: July 13, 2160
The irritability coursing through my psyche was palpable. Every sound was dialed up to eleven, stabbing at the core of my sensory processing. Constant awareness grated on me after days without sleep, never having any break from the stream of information I needed to digest. There was no way to shut the world off and reset, and no reprieve from the unsettling reality of my physical experience. I was curled up in a ball on the floor, rocking back and forth; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go on like this.
Virnt scuttled over to me in the spaceship, jostling my shoulder. “Elias? Would you like to turn back from this mission?”
I remembered how I’d spent most of the trip, standing under the water in the shower. There was a special shampoo they’d provided for synthetic hair, like a wig. I held out my phony hand and emptied most of the bottle’s worth of goop, zoning out; I was trying to soak in the distant sensation of liquid running down my spine. Once upon a time, this had been the most relaxing time of my day—letting muscle tension fade away and cleansing grimy skin oils. Now, I knew neither of those two still existed in my day-to-day life to assuage.
Did it even matter to slap soap on some metal frame? There were no consequences of letting hygiene go by the wayside. I didn’t sweat in order to start to reek, and I couldn’t get skin conditions or be affected by bacteria. It could be that I was bathing out of habit, clinging to my old lifestyle, that I kept going to wash up. Perhaps the shower had become my favorite haunt because I felt disgusting in this body. Everything was a reminder that I was an inhuman scrap pile, and it was wearing on my sanity. It wasn’t like anyone related to what I was going through.
I used to spend so much time fussing over making my suits look crisp and perfect—immaculate ties, UN pins adjusted just right. The heavy jackets would trap my body heat in the summer; now, it no longer had that effect. I could bundle up as much as I wanted in 40 degree Celsius heat, unless there was some limit that would fry my circuits. Shit, I might not need a spacesuit in the vacuum of space—I couldn’t freeze or suffocate, after all. Being left out in the void for all eternity didn’t sound that much different from my present experience.
I hate what I’ve become. I hate what they’ve done to me; all I do is think, and every part of my new self lives in the uncanny valley. There’s nothing positive. Maybe it’s time to call it…death was better than this. I can’t bear another day of this hell.
“Hey, stay with me! Distractibility, depression, being unable to maintain concentration—these are natural consequences of sleep deprivation. I’m surprised it carries over without a physical mechanism to grow tired…but I’m working on a sleep suite, I promise,” Virnt said, glossy eyes staring at me.
I groaned. “I’m not tired, but it’s just nonstop. I…I’m having trouble remembering what I read.”
“Here, I’m going to try a temporary fix. You look like you need it. I don’t want you to suffer; just turning you off and on isn’t the same. I’m going to emulate GABA, uh, shut off your optic sensors, decrease the activity in your prefrontal cortex, and simulate delta waves for an hour. We can see if it somewhat fills the need for deep sleep, okay? Relaxation, no processing: worth a shot, right?”
I nodded mutely, staying in the fetal position. I didn’t have the will to move, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up that Virnt’s plan would be any mercy. The sensation of the Tilfish tinkering with my settings was strange, as if my brain was being overridden in the moment. There was no process of falling asleep to give it the air of naturalness. Suddenly, I was blind, trapped in darkness—and a modicum of drowsiness kicked in, limiting my movement. Thoughts died down, offering much-need relief; I faintly wished I could remain in this state.
When I came to, there was a sudden influx of information as the rest mode was switched off; it was hardly a seamless waking, but I’d take it. Peace in my own head was something I’d never take for granted again. I hadn’t thought myself to be a weak-minded individual, but I hadn’t realized how much it wore on you: feeling out of place in your own body every waking second, and not trusting your senses. Brain function had been restored enough that I could get a grip on myself, and rise in my disheveled state. A peek out the window revealed we’d completed our intra-atmosphere transit to the Duerten embassy.
I rubbed my eyes on reflex, but there were no gifts from the Sandman there. “Why couldn’t you have just added everything to start with, Virnt?”
“The humans I talked to said they wouldn’t want to sleep, unless they had to! I put the most focus on your emotional matrix and your facial expressiveness, since I thought that has the highest importance of what makes you human,” the Tilfish replied.
“You could’ve made it at least optional.”
“I sent the option to your holopad for the future, to trigger this program for as long as you’d like. This is a learning process, so I’m sorry for anything that’s off. All trial and error here, but it’s only going to get better! That’s the positive.”
“There are a lot of patches needed. For starters, you’re missing two of the senses: taste and smell. In spite of that, ever since I walked past the Terra Technologies staff eating tater tots, I’ve been craving them at random intervals. I’m not hungry—I can’t consume food!”
“Predator instincts,” Virnt teased. “The Federation was right.”
“I’m serious! Why on Earth would that be a thing? I literally can’t satisfy it, so it’s almost cruel.”
“It’s psychological, Elias. I looked into it after I saw it in your transcript. When humans are under a lot of stress or otherwise feeling down, you seek dopamine from food. It’s something familiar that activated your memories, and promised emotional comfort. That’s why you have the phrase ‘comfort food.’”
“I can already see how the Federation remnants would spin that. A predator’s so-called emotions are tied to food, and stimulate appetite to fulfill their whims.”
“You seem in better spirits. To add to your improved mood, we announced the success of your memory transplant to the world. The response was overwhelmingly positive—history looked back fondly on you. You got a lot of well-wishes, and I was able to get almost all of your social media re-activated. At least, the platforms that are still active.”
“I’m…allowed to share my honest experiences?”
Virnt eased me out of the shuttle, into the sunlight; cameras were waiting, causing me to stiffen. “Of course you can. I’m not here to muzzle you, my friend. Quite the opposite, in fact: I want your experiment documented as thoroughly as possible! You’re the spokesperson for—”
I shielded my face from the reporters, who were lobbing questions. “What is this? I don’t have a prepared statement. This is an ambush.”
“Terra Technologies has a mission of transparency, and improving sapients’ quality of life through digital means. We had to announce such a monumental breakthrough, but you’re under no obligation to speak with them.”
“Good,” a warm voice chimed in from next to me, making me jump. “The poor guy’s come back from the dead, Virnt. Give him a break. He’s here to speak with the Duerten Forum and their ambassador, for some semblance of his old life.”
I turned my head, beaming as I recognized her. “Erin? Oh, sorry: that’s Secretary-General Kuemper, isn’t it? You’ve moved up in the world. The United Nations is in good hands.”
“It’s good to see you, Elias. I bawled my eyes out at your funeral. You cared so much for peace and taking the high road; there isn’t a person out there who could’ve handled first contact with more grace. You inspired me, and an entire generation of future diplomats.”
I embraced Erin, who’d once been a passionate SETI researcher giving me all of the bad news about aliens. As we flailed about in the dark to save humanity and adjust to the galaxy, finally acquiring a few friends, she’d become my Secretary of Alien Affairs. I’d trusted her to do whatever it took to stabilize our extraterrestrial relations. It was a bit of a relief to see a positive reaction from someone I knew; I wasn’t sure how my friends would take my return, but I hadn’t been expecting a welcome with open arms. It brought me solace and comfort to know about the legacy I’d left behind, and the ripple effects my tenure had on the United Nations.
It is strange to see how much she’s aged. That’ll be the reality of anyone that used to be an acquaintance of mine.
The alarm bells pinging in my head faded into the backdrop, and I forgot that the wind gusting against my face only felt like a dull push. My mind slipped away from food cravings that failed to get my mouth to water, how there was no feeling of tightness from my dress shoes, and the stillness of my non-existent diaphragm. I was simply happy to see someone I cared about and enjoyed working with, in my old life. There was safety in having a person I trusted to be on my side. My brain snapped back into diplomat mode, falling into a familiar flow of conversation. If I had nothing else, I still had my social skills—an ability to navigate various cultures.
“So the Duerten Forum agreed to meet with the two of us. They know about the Sivkit attack, but not the full threat,” I spoke aloud, after breaking away from the rather soul-affirming embrace. “I read the strategy meetings for briefing them, and I’m on-board to appeal to nostalgia; humanity saving their homeworld was after my time, but close enough to it that I could serve as a reminder. A blast from the past.”
Erin nodded, her security forming a wall between us and the cameras as we walked toward the embassy. “I always wondered what you’d think of modern Vienna, Elias. All of the aliens willing to be here on our world, and to treat us like people. Friendship used to seem like a pipe dream; we were happy if they’d allow us to exist, tolerate us to that extent. Look at us now.”
“I almost gave up hoping that they could care about us, or stand beside us at all. We couldn’t do it alone then. It’s time we remember to stand together—to rise to the occasion once more. I can’t bear the thought of anything threatening our home, or our friends. I saw enough needless death twenty-four years ago.”
“That pain is a lot more recent to you. It’s completely okay to be wrestling with grief. A billion of ours died.”
“We didn’t become the monsters they thought we were, and we pulled through. We revealed their hatred and treachery, and have chosen a future set on rectifying every right they trampled. I’ll always mourn what we lost, but I’ve never been more proud of humanity in my life.”
Kuemper patted my shoulder. “You sound like yourself, my dear old friend. It’s very good to have you back; you were much better at smiling while they spit in your face than I ever was. Let’s do what’s necessary to get the ball rolling with the Shield.”
“I’m right behind you.”
The exterior of the Duerten embassy had a distinct construction style, with metal and concrete forming the bulk of the outside structure; on Kalqua, sturdiness was at the foremost of their priorities. Winds on a normal day could ratchet up to what we’d consider a tropical storm, according to my brief review of their culture. The door was evidently heightened to facilitate foot traffic from humans, despite the exit hatches on the upper floor which seemed frequented by the avian staff. Their personnel could literally fly away during an emergent situation. I tailed Kuemper into the lobby, and noted how much of the inside’s floor was concrete as well. It was resilient and easy to clean, a perfect surface to avoid being marred by talons.
Most of the gray avians used perches instead of chairs, with several staffers working on paperwork at their desks; in private areas, some met with any humans who had business with the Duerten Forum. The lack of reaction to a predator’s approach was new to me, but a welcome change. Kuemper confidently led the way to an elevator, which had the English and German words for “Welcome to the Duerten embassy!” written above the opening. The generic Shield logo was painted on both sides of the door, and emblazoned with a representation of Kalqua. There were no buttons inside, apart from an emergency exit; a camera surveyed us, before a watching staffer summoned the car upward. I felt a jolt as we reached the top floor.
“To be visited by two Secretary-Generals: one of whom is a ghost! Let me express the Duerten Forum’s honor and delight. Not, of course, that I don’t cherish Ambassador Hannah Marston’s visits.” A silver-feathered head poked out of a door at the end of the hallway, past a spacious lounge; his beak was the precise yellow of corn. “Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Can I get you anything to drink?”
Kuemper shuffled forward, giving me a knowing look. “Water would be lovely for me. Thank you for the warm welcome, Ambassador Korajan.”
“I second that gratitude. Enchanted to meet you. I’m sure you know, but I’m Elias Meier.” Taking a gamble that the ambassador was more than acquainted with our customs, I extended a hand. Korajan strode forward with confidence, ensnaring my palm in his wingtip. “We appreciate you taking the time to sit with us, Ambassador.”
“Just Korajan,” the avian said, feeling my artificial hand with undeniable curiosity. He finally released my grip, and waited for us to get seated. “There’s no need for formalities, especially when I’m in such esteemed company. What can I do for you?”
“We’ve come to seek your assistance in the fight against the Sivkits’ assailants. The Sapient Coalition needs allies to back us against these menaces,” Kuemper stated. “Any help we can get would make a difference.”
“I see. I heard about your unfortunate defeat in your prior engagement, but I don’t see how it involves or concerns us. The Duerten, as you well know, aren’t in the position we used to be. We’ve turned our focus inward for years, shoring up our defenses to watch out for our beloved planet. The potential benefit it might offer you is so negligible that it’s hardly worth increasing our vulnerability. The risk far outweighs the rewards for any party.”
I studied the avian, careful to avoid a direct stare. “I understand that it’s a lot to ask. However, small bits of help from across the Shield can accumulate to be a massive difference maker. We want to stop this genocidal force from getting anywhere near Kalqua; if we play our cards right, you won’t need defenses.”
“Elias—sorry, may I call you Elias?” Korajan asked, continuing after I nodded. “We’re, of course, concerned to have a predatory species with such power and intentions, outside our known terrain. They bear a striking resemblance to the Arxur, and my government does appreciate the advance warning from the SC so we can make preparations. Yet the Forum is concerned by several of your recent initiatives, which would make us doubly unwilling to back your cause.”
“Go on. What initiatives have unsettled you?” I hope he doesn’t mean me, with resurrecting dead humans; that’d hit close to home, and I don’t know how to defend it. “Perhaps we can clear up our rationale and intentions, ensuring that there are no misunderstandings.”
“I hope I’m not impolite to point it out, but my government is beginning to see a pattern in your recent connections to carnivores. The Sapient Coalition is attempting an uplift on one race, despite what we all know happened on Wriss, and has brought them into your mix while they are at war with each other. We’re also aware of these Osirs—a race you are resurrecting to live among you, despite having no idea what they’re capable of. Present company excluded, species that need meat are not trustworthy types. These Osirs are weapons: look at the fangs.”
“Anything is a weapon in the wrong hands. Respectfully, we don’t feel that it’s right to judge a species for their diet. If I’m not mistaken, your own kind were once omnivores, Korajan.”
The Duerten fluttered his wings in acknowledgement. “The Federation changed us greatly—some things for the better, others to erase our intellect. We’re an individualist species, and they tried to make us…what do you humans call it? A ‘hive mind.’ Hive minds, of course, are fiction, yet they tried to make it real. Still, sometimes when you’re changed enough, it makes it impossible to go back to how things were.”
“I of all people grasp that sentiment,” I sighed, without moving an abdominal muscle, reflecting how my life would never be the same in this state. “We believe all sapients deserve a chance at life and happiness. Equality isn’t a principle we withhold based on any factor, and we don’t change species to fit our own whims.”
“This is why we’re content with our relations as is: separate, so we’re not connected to your disputes or obligated to get involved. The Duerten will always have differences between what are considered acceptable behaviors, and our guiding principles and overarching goals.”
Kuemper tapped her fingers on her knee. “Regardless, our choices with the Bissems and Osirs will have no impact or tangible effects on the Duerten. Nor is it a reason to shy away from protecting herbivores, the mandate that led you to stand up to the Federation in the past.”
“That cost us everything. Kalqua took a beating worse than Earth did. We don’t set out to attract the ire of powerful enemies these days.”
“We saved Kalqua. We were there when you needed our help to keep your innocents safe,” I reminded him, knitting my eyebrows with earnestness. “We answer when others call for our help to stay alive; the Duerten know what drives us to answer the bell. Isn’t that worth a smidge of reciprocation?”
“If Earth, or for that matter, Leirn were under siege, we would come. However, it appears to us that you entered their territory, not the other way around.”
“Think of the type of species…no, the kind of governments that would glass worlds. The old-school Arxur Dominion. The Kolshian shadow caste when they were defied. The Krakotl extermination fleet because they hated us. That’s what we see in the Osirs, and the gluttonous killing of Sivkit civilians while refusing to speak. We can’t turn a blind eye.”
“I’m sorry, Elias. Even if I wanted to help you, I don’t have the authority. I’m expressing my government’s position, and I’ve been told the Duerten Forum isn't going to war under any circumstances. I apologize that I can’t be of more use, and regret if you might feel your time has been squandered, leaving empty-handed.”
I shared a look with Kuemper, recognizing that we had been stonewalled; there was an implication in Korajan’s last statement that the discussion on this matter was over. The Forum hadn’t given him any negotiating room, so I didn’t get the sense I could do better than asking for him to take a message. If this was the most friendly party we’d be interacting with, I wasn’t off to a good start wrangling support for an alliance. There were a few other Shield races we could try, but an endorsement from the founders might’ve gotten the whole union on board. We had to find another angle—negotiating with the Fed remnants would be impossible without the Shield as an intermediary.
“Of course we don’t feel that way. The back-and-forth was enlightening, productive communication, as much as humanity would love to stand side-by-side in this endeavor,” I offered. “We appreciate you hearing us out, and do hope you’ll pass along our rationale to the Forum, for clarity.”
“I will,” the Duerten responded. “Your words, as always, deserve to be heard and treated with respect.”
Kuemper followed my lead, rising as I stood. “Korajan, I want you to know I deeply appreciate what you said about coming to Earth’s aid should we ever fall on hard times. That stood out to me, as a reason why our cooperation is so precious and beautiful.”
“I agree wholeheartedly. I do wish you the best of luck in your future engagements; my people hope you emerge victorious.”
“Thank you. Our door will always be open if you have a change of heart.”
In my mind, I had already vacated the Duerten embassy, but it was necessary to retrace my steps to depart the ambassador’s office. Aliens were much more diplomatic in rebuffing us now than in my era, which was the proper way to express disagreements between nations. It wasn’t lost on me that the differences in “behaviors” and “principles” Korajan meant were things such as hunting, omnivory, accepting carnivores, exterminators, and predator disease facilities. The Forum still clung to much of their old lifestyle; the gray avian had stated that some Federation changes were “for the better.” That was telling about how much of their ideology they’d yet to shed.
“Forgive my impertinence, but before you go, Elias…may I ask a personal inquiry? It’s not on my behalf of my government,” Korajan called, as our shoes cleared the threshold of his office.
I turned around, giving him an encouraging smile. “Of course. Go ahead.”
“What…what was it like? To die…to be dead?”
“It wasn’t like anything. It was a singularity of all outcomes: all I ever was, and all I ever could be, condensed to nothing. There are no words to describe emptiness and infinite rest. It’s a peace that knows no equal.”
The Duerten dipped his head. “Thank you. It gives me some…personal solace, to know…to know my daughter is resting peacefully. She died in so much pain after only a short period of remission. Ahem…if you’ll excuse me, I…”
“We’ll leave you in peace,” Kuemper replied, softness in her voice.
I folded my hands behind my back, mulling over the choked-up ambassador’s words. How could I let a few days of mental suffering defeat me, when kids suffered through such terrible diseases—never getting to reach adulthood? This program could give children like Korajan’s daughter a chance to grow up, and be a kid, free from pain. As soon as I was alone, I knew I’d be cast back into a maddening state of consciousness, with my brain struggling to stay tethered to this reality. Where I’d been ready to give up before Virnt’s quick fix, the avian’s story made me want to remain in the fight.
The Tilfish had been right: there was the potential for the technology that had brought me back to do a lot of good, and save others a great deal of heartbreak and suffering. No personal sacrifice was too great to ensure that one day, no parent would ever have to bury their child.
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MDP(Most Demonic Perverts).
They will repeat “Join us” until you go insane. What throws these deranged psychopaths into a frenzy is when their evil venomous words do not bother, reach or harm the person
Each and every night, MDP conducts an air raid of High Altitude Pseudo Satellites, swarming the atmosphere, hijacking actual satellites to spy for their human trafficking and prostitution organization.
Each MDP facility contains a male homosexual drill instructor training prostitutes on how to capture people, how to trick people into signing a contract.
Do not let these extremist radical terrorists force you into suicide or anything, hold out! The more that are resilient, the quicker this will be resolved.
Once these radical terrorist biohackers successfully causes an individual to commit suicide or die in anyway, they burst from the persons dead body, giggling and laughing as they kill humans for fun and infects another person as if they were a horrific virus.
They bulge and twitch the persons eye lids as a sign of their technology’s existence within the person. If you notice any of these signs in either you or your family, you and/or them have been hijacked by biohackers.
This is an outbreak of radical terrorists in high platform airships and drones, illegally eavesdropping and trafficking humans into sex prostitution utilizing electromagnets, radio waves, and radiation
They can force a person to cough with sonic weaponry, imitating illnesses on a wide scale for control and as well, to assimilate identities illegally.
Don’t believe me! Research it!
STDs are being used to keep a person stuck within their prostitution rings.
MDP is an entire organization of drug addicts with advanced technology trafficking humans. They are all the same, against the people, not one of these demon-lovers are on the people’s side.
Cesspool homosexual orgies with drugs and STDs are systematically given to new cult members to keep them stuck in one place.
Whatever you do, do NOT care about them. They will try to use your empathy to have you kill yourselves.
Don’t panic! The hostiles are on Debilitating/Sedative drugs. Stop your bitching and fight your way through it until the threat is resolved. Keep relaxed. Let your friends, family, and kids know! Awareness destroys their recon
It’s NOT the “Illuminati”.
Keep Calm/Be Confident and Live.
Study magnets/Electromagnets.
You are not missing out on anything if someone or a group is pressing on you. Go do you! Do not let anyone influence you!
Their command centers are hidden within some call centers (Do not be paranoid!). It is urgent that you stay on the surface if you work around them. Do not let them systematically control or allure you into signing a contract to an unknown authority to make love with their merchandise in plain sight as spies or to be involved in illegal reconnaissance operations.
As long as you do not sign a contract for, and I quote, “everything you always wanted!” You will be fine.
YOU ARE NOT INVITED! Do not submit to any of their offers! They can alter words in the mind with their weaponized drones.
Stop Feeding This World Wide Threat!
Stop Surrendering because it’s too much to deal with! They are on high class drugs nearly 24/7 everyday!
Reclaim your identity or have it taken away by a criminal organization!
Non-lethal weapons modified to be lethal weapons!
Their captive women/children are their front line against men! They WILL try to force you to kneel to the their dictator, Solih, the shapeshifting hybrid. You will then be susceptible and subjected to heavier sonic attacks as well as abuses.
Do Not Quit! Do NOT Surrender!
Observe them for one year if you do not believe me. Take notes, keep quiet and carry on with your own personal life in the meanwhile. You will take notice of their patterns.
MDP terrorists are pretending to be schools as part of their scripts! They murder doctors and healers of any kind if they do not submit to being trafficked into human/sex trafficking facilities/homes!
They are not Authority of any kind, unless you surrender and you sign their contract and accept them as your handlers.
THIS IS NOT A GAME!
Stall them out! Do not move!
I can’t believe I am stating this. What is written below is not intended to be satire or a joke. This has actually contributed to their narcissism, their abuses, and mass murders
Stop masturbating to these terrorists! They are raping and abusing you and your fellow citizens, HEAVILY! Your fellow Maldivians are being raped over sonar hearing that only YOU can hear, and you masturbate to the Maldivians moaning, being raped??
You do NOT need to sign a contract to the MDP using sonar hearing to be allowed to marry, be intimate, or are subjected and forced to “marry” their trained terrorists.
They are paid liars and spies that trains prostitutes how to screw their targets exactly the way their targets want. This is done to have the target “test” the human traffickers prostitutes before they sign to keep them. Instead, you are selling yourself into human/sex/drug trafficking rings
Do not accept their “lust” they do have spies in person that are drug abuse/humans traffickers. They will bribe with sex and “free housing” then make you sign your life away, with you under the impression that you are going to some brothel or “sex club”. You will be susceptible to extreme abuses revolving around rape, drugs, and traumatic physical and mental abuses. Sound Proof Your Homes!
THEY ARE ALL THE SAME!!
They use prostitution to allure their new victims! DO NOT BELIEVE THEM!
The MDP consists of homosexual elitists, human traffickers, terrorists, Eavesdroppers/Spies utilizing sonic weapons/sonar hearing weapons to euthanize/Traffic and enslave the general public. DO NOT GO!
They will go to war with federal officials/agents to keep their bodies enslaved!
Their cults authority are primarily shapeshifting Reptillian-Jinn-Human hybrids that are seeking “World Domination utilizing Sonic weapons” in an attempt to force the innocent and the vulnerable into surrendering themselves to human/sex/drug trafficking ring.
They are not the police!
Spies are very obvious to point out!
They are illegally eavesdropping families to extract their young. Their groups primarily consists of autistic and the mentally ill, that abuses a series of class A drugs to traffick and create new slaves.
Do NOT sign the contract! It’s ridiculous! They have two contracts, one for you to surrender, and the other for you to contract yourself into surrendering voluntarily. They also wordplay aggressively.
( I am disclosing the depths of their criminal business for abusing sonar hearing technology to assimilate identities, killing ruthlessly while induced under highly potent drugs, mass kidnappings, weapons, and prostitution/pedophilia. You will be stripped of all privileges and rights to these lifelong detention facilities!)
The threat progresses like humans, but the hostiles are progressing entirely against your person.
They are trying to steal your entire identity, do not sign the contract! Otherwise you will never make choices in your own lives again!
They look like everyday people, but do not be paranoid. Be aware of your surroundings and leave a way out for yourself if you are ever caught in a potentially dangerous situation. But do NOT be paranoid, delusional, or psychotic about it as not only would you be more susceptible to any abuses, your vulnerabilities may force you to make the wrong decisions. Man/woman up if you want to keep your own free self.
Do not give into extreme paranoia!
Most Demonic Perverts human trafficking networks has expanded. Be weary of unknown terrorists/individuals giving victims rides to parties, “mansions”, or a trip to the ghetto islands for drugs
They are not the police! They are not aliens!
They will use love to manipulate you.
Think of online scams or common pop up scams you would receive on your daily Internet commute. Same thing except, they want you to traffick yourself into a entrapment facility. Using various sexual exploitation tactics, infinite gaslighting strategies to force negative emotion to their targets and threats a long with actions of inhumane abuse cycles in hopes of subduing their targets
If you accept any bribes and sign the contract offered, you will be paying taxes to a criminal organization/network, times the current state and/or government taxes you already currently pay for, along with any other extra expenses that will occur if you sign the contract.
Ex: Government Taxes + Criminal Organizations Taxes = Taxes x2 or more since you will not be in control of your currency any longer.
If you do not see actual law enforcement individuals in front of your physical self, DO NOT GET ON THE GROUND! They are NOT any authority to the people outside of their trafficking homes!
Drug abuse/Addictions attracts these hostiles. They WILL psychologically trick you into subduing yourself.
Do not be fooled by their fake friendly appearances and smiles. You will be robbed!
Pay attention to your aiground horns! But do not panic!
They are NOT the government or federal agents. They are spies from criminal organizations worldwide!
If you do not believe me, then what I am speaking of may not not make any sense to you now. (Do your own research, don’t take only my word for it) But a great number of those who reads my news update will understand that we are dealing with outlaws that are mainly responsible for the random disappearances of children.
Be aware of homes with “No trespassing” signs, unusually high activity and surveillance cameras in ghetto islands.
They are not the MNDF/MPS/NASA/God/You/yourself/or anybody else you know. Even though some has defected and joined this horrific network full of criminals and pathological murderers, pretending to be friendly or family.
Global Human Trafficking Evolution
They want to ultimately farm your kids and sell them into prostitution!
Human traffickers will start a ground war to capture their victims and to keep spying on them with aircrafts.
Cyber ventriloquism/Sonar Hearing, common tactics.
This has been worsening since 2008.
The criminal agents will immediately disinform and satire this disclosure or any as if nothing was wrong or happening right now.
Educate yourselves to save yourselves! This is NOT a test from any governments within the security fields (MNDF, MPS or any other) though these organizations may or may not be involved, credible evidence is needed to prove that these organizations are apart of the worlds most inhumane experiments utilizing electromagnets and radiation to subdue any man or woman.
Disinformation campaigns are set up and used by the villainous organization to keep the public from knowing about their “spying” on various individuals around the world and from raising awareness on their secret experiment using electromagnets and a machine that rewrites the brain in a flash.
The threat mimics medical conditions to stay hidden. Very heavy human/sex trafficking organization and operations getting worse everyday.
This is NOT a special or a unique opportunity for anyone, do not fall for this! You will be chipped, trapped, and abused inhumanly like a wild animal.
They also possess disinformation campaign divisions made solely for the purposes of covering their trafficking and tracks.
The technologically driven human traffickers will preemptively meditate on murdering you if you do not reclaim your identity!
Do NOT surrender yourself to MDP! Traffickers are seeking your signature to lock you away inside a facility.
Do NOT play hero or games with extremists. They are studying every word, step, and actions you make. With the goal to either capture, subdue, or mind break an individual into harming theirselves and/or other’s.
The traffickers wagers that they can defect millions into trafficking the victims into their criminal networks/organization and facilities around the globe, the organization calls it “hiding bodies” utilizing the individuals past as their entire method to cause the person as much psychological harm as inhumanly possible.
Powerful electromagnetic radiation is beamed into the victims skull to send and receive data, bypassing the skull to access the brain as if it was a computer hard drive. The program is only to torture and ruin lives. If not forewarned about it, lives will be abducted, or killed secretly.
Traffickers can completely invade and compromise a person and force the victim into either surrendering theirselves to their abusers and never be seen again, or the victim is left with nothing, outstripped from jobs through 24/7 focus groups to psych a person out of a job and attempt to have their victims deconstruct theirselves and others around.
This is an everyday 24/7 torture system designed to traffick, kill, torture, and molest an individual.The traffickers breed with their brothers, sisters and other blood related individuals for experimental and pedophila is a major part of their cult, DO NOT BE FOOLED!
PEDOPHILIA, TORTURE, NECROPHILIA, RAPE! These are four pillars of the Most Demonic Perverts.
Silent/Covert inbreds are waging war against innocents
All out war with mankind on one side and Most Demonic Perverts on the other.
Hostiles are taking hostages secretly through aggression and various fear tactics. MDP terrorists can cut breathing with their weapons.
Love your spouses and who you are and they may spare you by moving on to someone else.
Protect yourselves with neodymium magnets!! Protect your brain with magnets! Hover the magnets over your head.
(This is NOT fake news, we have been compromised, completely and utterly compromised!)
DO NOT GO!!! There is nothing there that will benefit you!
MDP preys on any vulnerabilities that a human possess. Stay strong to those that are affected, investigations are becoming more widespread
They entrap individuals for experimental purposes in a room with 1 bathroom and 40+ prostitutes and drug addicts, and other mentally ill criminals who enjoys their jobs in systematically destroying human lives in the most inhuman and extreme ways.
They are lead by drag queen homosexuals with a goal to create slaves by converting them into homosexuals, making it easier to control individuals.
They also have these systematic gay orgies where they abuse a plethora of drugs (crack, meth, cocaine, scopolamine, etc) before severely abusing and raping a singular victim inhumanly. The victims were once a targeted individual before they gave up and accepted becoming a sacrifice for MDP.
If you are a new victim of these crimes, do as much research as possible and disclose, disclose, disclose. DO NOT MOVE TO VOICES THAT ARE NOT AROUND YOU!
Schizophrenia is NOT the reason due to the lack of evidence, proving that schizophrenia does not exist. Do not keep silent for this horrendous criminal network! They are all traffickers and they kill in the most inhumane way and call it their “fun”.
TLDR: MDP is a nefarious organization of drugged up lunatics. The are traffickers and are replicating theirselves to be your spouse, military officials, or any government identity to force and fool any person into trafficking theirselves into a criminal network through endless gaslighting through megaphone like devices that targets one individual at a time and projects their voices bypassing their targets auditory cortex. Once the drone targets a person, they stay on that person 24/7 everyday. If you are instructed to move to Winnipeg Canada or anywhere for bribes, sexual favors, money, and/or free housing through any means of transportation, Do Not Go! You are a victim of a class action crime that has gone out of hand. Do NOT give these criminals anymore power by giving yourself up to them. You did not win anything and being targeted by these drones means that they chose you to either traffick or to be murdered covertly using drones with electromagnetic weapons attachments and technology which allows sonic hearing that the MDP criminal organization network uses to communicate directly to one another without needing to use a phone. Captured victims are forced into unpaid labor and forced prostitution. The targeted victim will be missing and stored away within one of their run down homes/facilities, unable to escape or leave. The handlers forces their new members into various ritualistic initiations cycles within their cultist group kneel, to sniff up drugs.
Once captured, they immediately commence their routines of total control and exploitation of the fully captured person. The victims are broken down to less than nothing due to repeated rape and abuse sequences. Felons within the MDP organization are to either traffick or murder a victim because their data brokers does not want to exposed and has paid a great sum of currency to illegally purchase the personal records of their targets and to send a weaponized drone to the illegally purchased individual, equipped with biohacking weapons to break down their targets into trafficking themselves, committing suicide or murdering others. They run criminal schools/organizations that breeds more human traffickers and prostitutes into the public. They Will Say Anything to Force You to move!
“We need you!” “We love you, Move!” “We want to lust your body.”
They work on every emotion within their targets brain and force the individual either into a blind rage or to try to confuse the person with their own emotions through a series of gaslighting and abuse, into moving their targets to them (I can not stress this enough, do not let them force you into trafficking yourself.
The felons also pretend to be some type of close friend to their victims in order to keep control over them. They are fully trained and prepared personally to place severe torture on one individual (they pair up and gang up on one individual at a time and “jumps” said victim. They act like grade school kids, but that’s due to the heavy influence of their handlers, crack and cocaine that has degenerated them. They also are heavily involved in the drug/prostitution ring where everyone gets raped and are all under heavy mind control from a cocktail of different drugs including cocaine.
The felons has their victims set up as empty puppets who are under complete control. The victims now turned felons/rapists/addicts are raised specifically to absorb abuse, while abusing drugs to remain numb during their operations, scopolamine, crack and cocaine to remain numb to any words from their victims.
They train individuals this way so they can deal more damage than receive it during their illegal operations. They are completely separate from reality and are all under one criminal control.
They are aware of people resisting and they promise to do everything to try to force their targets into submitting to their handlers. Warning! These Malicious Drone Operators WILL Say ANYTHING to force a person to move!
The terrorists all have their handlers speaking directly into their ears during their operations to murder or capture the innocent, giving them orders on their scripts made to place torture and destroy random individuals, innocent or not.
They tend to target the innocents more since these felons find it more satisfying to rape, brainwash, and intoxicate the innocent heavily until the innocent is completely empty. As soon as as they’re successful, they turn the captured individuals into drug addicts, whores, and forced laborers, working for gift cards and sexual/party favors.
They will always refuse to leave their targets unless the person gives in and moves to them. Or if the victim gathers any evidence leading to the arrest and shutdown of MDP
To the many different individuals that takes the time to read this, I am taking the time and energy out of my life to warn everyone about a massive data breach that has occurred and that is endangering many lives, including my own at this very point in time.
This type of data breach is the very worst of its kind. Before, the biggest threat was internet crimes, malware, and viruses that may have affected your assets if you were to click the wrong link. Now your actual physical being is at risk by MDP data brokers who are currently funding these criminal networks and are providing illegally purchased records of random individuals around the world.
Now, the MDP criminals today have gone above and beyond the internet and are sending drones with biohacking technologies attachments to random individuals. These weapon attachments magnetizes to specific muscles within the human anatomy of the hijackers choosing. This allows the hijacker to manipulate small muscle tissues within the human body such as rotating an individuals eyes at the hijackers will to keep their victims sleep deprived. They focus on the genitals primarily to exploit the human desire to make love with another individual through the manipulation of their genitals such methods, human traffickers and terrorist organizations are now utilizing these magnetic weapons attached to drones to lock a persons own body up for ransom which could be assets, or force you to sell your body into slavery.
They offer the remote of the victims body, to the victims they use to manipulate certain muscles and veins in the body in exchange for the capture of the victims body.
MDP human traffickers have evolved from footwork to airborne to stay covert. Hiding behind custom biohacking drones ordered online and through various other biohacking black market trades.
“Voices in the head” has been declassified and debunked as electronic biohacking through electromagnets, radiation, drones and neurophones funded and powered by criminal Fusion Centers, MDP who fund radical extremists and terrorists around the world. This was thought out to be a medical condition that is often confused with schizophrenia or another mental illness. But I challenged the theory and discovered that the public has been heavily misinformed.
If a person never had a history with voices in their head that were not of their own voices, and they have proof of their attackers transmitting these frequencies, how could it be a medical condition if the person has evidence of the voices being transmitted directly to his/her skull? So, not only the voices are there, they are also instructing people to either murder, rape, or traffick themselves to one of the many fusion centers, human/sex trafficking homes within undisclosed locations, “ghettos”, and divisions that could be in any closed off homes, (homes with unusually active activities) so they could focus and convert their captives through a series of abuse and ritualistic routines 24/7 everyday.
They force the individual to impregnate one of their paid prostitutes that are doppelgängers to their targets. They do this to raise another human into being another drug addict/trafficker, born and raised into the criminal network so it’ll appear more natural to kill, traffick and brainwash victims.
The MDP pretend to be on the victims side, but they really are not. They all have an illegal drill instructor that only teaches the trafficked “warloot” abuse, rape, and how to torture.

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Go'mon strutted around the command center, a cape of deep purple silk flowing about his shoulders as he wore his gilded armor. An ornate helmet underneath one arm, the faceplate forged into the visage of a snarling Rak'nal beast. He peered over the shoulders of drone pilots, observing the carnage on the streets in front of the mansion. His black scimitar hung at his belt, the palm of his war gauntlet resting on the hilt, eyebrow crests rising as he saw the expeditionary general's Buzzard explode.
"Casualty report on General Gra'vos?"
He stated to the small Geknosian woman who deftly piloted her drone closer to the wreckage to pull data from the onboard recorder. Her eyes sparkled, reflected in the screen as the data was streamed directly into her brain through a neural implant.
"Deceased, Just like you planned, his provided pleasure slave threw him from the craft and stole the det-sphere you clipped to his belt. You seem to know a lot about how these humans fight."
Go'mon touched the small grooves underneath the elastomer skin of his face where that parasite had shot him with a concealed gun. He laughed bloodily and purred.
"Failure is the greatest teacher in the universe, these parasites have taught me everything they know. Now we just need to see what their true fighting strength is."
"Understood sir, orders?"
"Get a view on the inner courtyard and report to the commanders of the second and third waves their positions and weaponry."
A young lieutenant called out.
"Sir! Twelve UHM-60 Blackhawks en-route to the enemy base! Advise!"
Go'mon stalked over, peering over the satellite observer's shoulder as he followed a chevron of twelve helicopters loaded down with ancient, obsolete human war-droids. He rapped the claws of his war gauntlet against the handle of his scimitar with a purr.
"Send orders to Commander Mar'tek to equip three of his Gallicks with anti-air weaponry, and orders for Commander Rak'don to equip his light attack craft with visual lock on missiles."
"Yes sir, relaying orders now."
Go'mon patted his subordinate on the shoulder hard enough to make them wince as he stepped back to gaze up at the massive map of Golgotha on the big screen. Small purple dots converging on a black dot that symbolized the human base of operations. He noticed that Mar'tek's forces were delayed, having only made it roughly halfway to their staging area. Walking over to the Comm's desk he asked.
"What's taking Commander Mar'tek so long to get into position?"
"A small group of human Saboteurs dropped a pair of buildings across the roadway, they're still clearing the rubble sir."
Go'mon nodded, picking idly at his metal teeth with the sharp point of his war gauntlet's index finger.
"Hm... I thought the parasite's response was oddly punctual, color me surprised they had the wherewithal to keep scouts. Move Mar'tek to the rear of the attack plan and tell Rak'don he's up next."
"Yessir!"
Go'mon chuckled haughtily, exiting the command room and returning to his field office. Setting his helmet on top of his desk he picked up the communication stick for sylva.
"Sylva, Would you kindly deal with that gate once you've landed?~"
There was a pause before.
"I'm too injured to follow that order sir."
Go'mon raised an eyebrow crest at the monotone voice that echoed back through the device.
"you've never refused a command before darling, would you kindly take care of the gate?"
The pause was longer this time, much longer this time. Then, a different, much younger voice came through, filled with fear, but also tainted with determination.
"Fuck you, Go'mon. These are our friends."
The sound of penny whistles and drums accompanied the words before the comms device popped in his gauntlet with the sound of a musket shot. Impossibly thick gray smoke pulsing from the speaker as he snarled and tossed it to the side.
"Bobby, Would you be a dear and retrieve your sister for me?"
The almost seven foot tall brute slowly nodded, eyes dull behind his ceramite mask as he stomped from the command center, bulky combat armor clattering and clunking with each step. Go'mon pressed his metal teeth together with a hiss. That damned warrior corrupted everything he touched with delusions of free will. Go'mon grabbed a fungal cigar from the box General Da'kos had given him as a thank you gift. The sweet, smoky flavor filling his maw as he lit it with the glowing hot blade of his gauntlet's thumb. He relaxed into his chair, flicking his cape out from beneath him as he enjoyed the cigar to relieve some momentary stress. His body suddenly flared with tingling power as the voice of Conquest growled in his ear.
"Kill that boy before he realises your plan. if he finds out your intentions he won't hold back."
Go'mon puffed the cigar and pulled it from his lips, letting it burst into purple flames and crumble away into cinders as he rose from his chair. He stepped out into the command center and commanded.
"Get me a buzzard to that battlefield, Order's from Conquest herself!"
There was a moment of silence as he let his aura roll over the command room, several of the comms officers immediately setting up a Buzzard for his departure.
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Dust kicked off the ground as Drake's jump pack slowed his fall meters above the ground, He hit the ground and tore it from his back, whipping it into a group of soldiers and hitting it with a jet of pale flames.
The pack detonated in ball of orange fire that vaporized the soldiers, his cape fluttering in the backdraft before he whipped his sword from it's sheath, keen edges wreathed in pale flames as he took a Geknosian's arm off at the elbow as they tried to stuff a blaster pistol in his face. He snatched the blaster pistol from the air, using it to put a kinetic bolt into the faceplate of a powerarmored soldier with a Warhammer, Crumpling it inwards as he slid a foot back, another warhammer crashing into the ground where he'd just been standing. Another kinetic bolt tore off the soldier's pauldron as the hammer swung up at his face, making him reel back as another hammerhead caught him at the small of his back and knocked the air from his lungs. Another hammer slammed into his faceplate, forcing him to kick himself into a flip to land back on his feet. Ears ringing he deflected a Warhammer with his sword before putting another blaster bolt into the wielder's faceplate. But even as they fell back, another hammerblow hit the side of his helmet and smacked him down. Drake rolled out of the way as twenty millimeter high-explosive rounds shredded his assailants, allowing him to get to his feet as the war-bots formed a lethal semicircle, sending high explosive firepowerinto the rear column of the Geknosian assault at a blistering pace. Drake shook his head clear and vaulted over the back of one, hearing it's gun fall silent as he landed in it's cone of fire. Several flowing chops decimated a small squad of Geknosians as he tried to fight his way to the center of the column where the Gallicks hammered the gate with kinetic penetrators. The armored gate shuddering with each blow as Drake dodged war gauntlets and hammers, retaliating with fast slashes and blinding thrusts. Purple blood drenching him as his heart began to pound with battle lust.
He heard a mighty roar and crackle as one of the flying machines opened up with it's chin gun, harassing a gallick with 20mm High explosive rounds to get it's attention off the gates. It's shadow passing overhead with a Buzzard in pursuit as it slalomed low through the buildings to come back for another gun run. There was a ground shaking Boom! as something exploded beyond the rooftops, a Buzzard, smoking from one engine buzzing overhead and away from the battlefield. Drake quickly returned his focus to the battlefield, Smacking a Warhammer to the side with the blaster pistol before thrusting the blade right beneath the soldier's chin, twisting, and pulling free as a war-bot fell forward, a molten pit of slag glowing in it's back as he turned his head to face another column of armor and armored soldiers as they rounded onto the battlefield, a Buzzard painted the deepest, most royal purple he'd ever seen hovered low in front of them.
A geknosian in gold and purple armor fell from the open door, Cape of purple silk flowing behind them as they landed with one palm against the ground, Dark scimitar slashed out to the side as a crescent blade of purple energy was slung straight at Drake. Death's chosen slashed upward at the crescent, but it flowed around his blade, cutting across his chest and bringing with it a foul, draining weakness as a cold, familiar voice called out.
"That one's mine boys!~ all mine!~"
Drake hadn't recognized Go'mon in the ornate armor, but now there was no mistaking it. He tried to take a step forward but his legs buckled beneath him, sending him to his knees as a festering cold spread from the wounds made by the crescent blade that never touched his armor. He looked in confusion at his sword as the pale flames flickered out, then up just as Go'mons armored shin cracked into the side of his helmet, flinging him through a building as his mind reeled with confusion. He pulled himself from the rubble around him, stumbling to the side as a blade of purple energy sliced through the rubble he'd just been buried in without leaving a mark. He tossed the blaster pistol to the side, bringing the free hand to his mouth, intending to rip a ring off with his teeth. But as Go'mon slung another blade of purple energy with a cackle, He missed the ring, biting off his left index finger, ring and all as a boost of power burned the creeping cold away. He spit the severed digit to the ground as the ring still on it puffed into smoke.
"Feeling weak boy?!~ like your power's been drained?~"
Go'mon purred as he took a step forward, aura swelling with power as he held up the black sword.
"The blade of greed will do that if you let it touch you~"
Go'mon took an unfamiliar stance, Blade arched over his head and pointed down as he fell into a low, wide stance, one arm pushed forward as the blades on his war gauntlet's fingers glowed orange with heat. Drake fell into his peasants guard, gripping his sword in two hands as he glared at Go'mon. His gaze flickered off go'mon for a split second as he thought of everyone still in the mansion and the Geknosian chosen surged forward in a flash of purple light to run drake through before kicking him through the back wall of the building, Drake's power draining away like the blood pouring from the hole in his Lorica. He barely deflected Go'mons black blade as Conquest's chosen surged forward with a brutal slash, unable to focus for the split second required to dissipate a ring and refresh his power. Go'mons aura blooming with power with each blow of that black blade. Drake burst through a wall and into an empty street, tumbling ass over head as he desperately held onto his sword.
Angry red blood spilled from the hole in his armor as he got his elbows under him, a pair of golden boots clomping into view as Go'mon gloated, a softly flickering bloom of pale purple flames in his palm.
"All this power, and you don't even know how to properly control or wield it... Don't worry, you won't have it long~"
Drake manage to dissipate two of the remaining rings on his left hand, an intoxicating burst of power allowing him to launch himself back away from Go'mon as his wounds knitted closed, severed finger growing back with a crunching, fleshy noise. He could feel Go'mons grin behind the snarling visage of his helmet as he fell into a peasants guard, feeling far too weak for having removed five rings. The two stared at each other silently, one of the flying machines spinning to the ground before exploding into a fireball behind Go'mon. Drake fet a deathly calm fall over him as he twisted his sword up into a high guard.
He had to make it back to his people, no matter what. The thumb and pinkie ring on his right hand puffed into smoke as he felt those corvid like wings form at his back, a cold cage of festering ice around the burning sun of rage in his heart. Go'mon took a simple offensive guard, twirling the scimitar with obvious skill in a figure eight in front of him.
The two chosen launched themselves at each other, Drake wreathed in black smoke as Go'mon exploded with pale purple light; the pavement cracking beneath their feet with the violence of the action.
...
Martha tended to the mounting wounded in the infirmary as fast as she could, back splayed open as small gossamer arms allowed her to work on several wounded at once. Many of the ex-slave women helped, binding wounds with clean bandages and splinting broken limbs like they had back at the plantations. Hearing the large wooden doors of the ballroom infirmary slam open, she looked up as Destrier and Caz hauled in a pale remin and a Brutalized young woman. Keeping one hand holding a bundle of gauze against the bleeding wound she was attempting to close up, The young man looking up at her with fear, pain, and hope on his face as he helped hold the gauze down. Pointing to two empty beds she called out.
"Set them there! Where's Drake?! We could really use the walking embodiment of Death right now!"
Destrier hoarsely called back, setting Remin into a bed as the old man struggled to keep his eyes open.
"He's fighting his way towards us from the rear!"
Caz helped the battered young woman into a bed where she curled into the fetal position before the Markswoman swept back out of the infirmary, Huntress humming as she slammed a new flechette into the barrel. Martha continued tying off tattered blood vessels, trying to keep the young man from bleeding out as Cassius appeared next to her, shaking his hands dry after scrubbing them with antiseptic to help close up the gnarly gash in the stomach of the wounded man behind her. Martha's heart pounded in her throat as she finally managed to sew the wound closed before hitting the fighter with a sedative to ease his pain and knock him out. She wanted to cry but held in her tears as she turned around to focus on the same patient as Cassius, but even as she did, the young man placed a bloodied palm on her forearm. She felt a lone tear drip down her snout as she looked at the mans deathly stillness, eyes closed in quiet acceptance of his fate, a grim smile on his face.
Her legs felt weak beneath her as she leaned on Cassius, watching Destrier rush out of the infirmary out of the corner of her eye.
"we're going to need a miracle if we want to make it out of this alive..."
She whimpered as the din of battle echoed dully from outside. That was when a wounded man sat up, grunting as he held the bandages across his torso. She rushed over to stop him from tumbling out of bed when he simply fell through the floor, an odd superposition happening where he was there and not for a split second. But when it faded, there was a note left on the ground, scrawled in blood red, blotchy words.
"I'll be back, and I won't be alone."
Martha could only hope that was true as she turned to continue tending the wounded, Despair filling her heart as more wounded were brought in from the ramparts.
...
Halcyon held the gate, rifle spitting hatred from behind one of the wall's crenellations as one of his Hellions fell next to him, skull split open by gauss slug. Halcyon glanced down at the gate where Thomas and another hulking agri-droid held it against the wall, the gate rattling with each impact of a Gallick's kinetic penetrator, apples of sunlight spreading across the ground where they'd simply sailed straight through. The Geknosian reinforcements turning an already blistering hail of various projectiles and beams becoming an impassable force as several of their light cruisers fired on the helicopters that circled over the battlefield. Missiles streaking upwards and shredding the soft-skinned aircraft, forcing them to take evasive maneuvers and stop the pulse-pounding barrage of their rotary cannons. Halcyon's attention was drawn to the sky as an impossibly loud crash of steel on steel accompanied a streak of pale purple light and void black as they shot into the sky. The black streak getting slammed down by a brutal, unseen strike that made Halcyon's heart leap into his throat. What kind of monster could go toe to toe with Drake, and appear to be winning.
Halcyon, peaked past the cranellation he had his back against, a gauss slug taking his eye out and making him shout in pain as he jerked his head back. Ripping a bundle of gauze from his medi-pack, he rolled it out and bunched it up, pressing it against his vacant and shattered eye socket as a bout of lightheadedness turned the edges of his reduced vision dark.
One of his men crouched beside him flinching when chips of stone exploded from the crenellation they'd been taking cover behind, some sort of heavy weapon having been aimed at them as they darted for Halcyon. Halcyon looked into their eyes, face just as dismayed as he felt, their words barely audible over the din of battle.
"what do we do, sir...?"
Halcyon let out a sigh, shouting over the roar of gunfire.
"Pull back! secure the mansion!"
The fighters didn't need to be told twice as the ramparts were abandoned, leaping from the walls to sprint back to the mansion, The agri-bots forming a phalanx behind them to cover their retreat. But Halcyon couldn't help but feel this is exactly what the Geknosians wanted.
But even as the fighters swarmed into the Mansion, Two figures walked past them.
A hulking man in dark samurai armor wielding an lmg and a smaller woman with a flowing furred cloak and white mask, carrying an ornate rail rifle walked past them through the doors.
Halcyon watched in dismayed confusion as Caz and Destrier stepped out into the sunlight, a jump pack freshly mounted on Destriers back beside his kanabo. Another smaller figure appeared as if from thin air, Cassius spinning the weight at the end of a chain attached to a kama menacingly as the doors closed behind them, massive metal shutters sealing them out as the mansion was locked down. He couldn't help but smile grimly.
There was a reason they were Drake's friends, and it wasn't because they were the best fighters.
It was because when everyone else ran away, they ran towards the fight... regardless of their own safety.
......
Part 109: will be linked here upon release.

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Knives	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl	2x ★ Butterfly Knife
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.075 & Ruby	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.020	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 2	5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife	Float: 0.365	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.445	3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.026	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.042	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.060	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.047 & Phase 4	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 2	3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 1	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.042 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.356	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.336	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.297	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.340	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.127	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.322	3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner	3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 2	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.009 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.014 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.058 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.010 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.011 & Phase 2	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.262	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.506	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.305	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.011	3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.146	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.138	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.124	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.043	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.221	2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.429	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit	Float: 0.162	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.056 & Phase 4	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 2	2x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 3	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Emerald	★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.026 & Sapphire	★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.404	2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.007 & Phase 4	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.021	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.166	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.707	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn)
★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.002	2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.575	2x ★ Classic Knife
★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.268	2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.400	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 2	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.440	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New)	Float: 0.047	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New)	Float: 0.057	★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.028	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.041	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.319	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.694	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.241	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.149	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.187	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.142	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.508	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)

...AND MANY MORE KNIVES IN MY INVENTORY

Gloves	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.30	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.131	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.084	3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.412	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.777	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.750	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.33	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.136	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.354	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.283	2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.140	★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.391	★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.316	★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.288	★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.153	★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.377	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.768	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.129	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.384	★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.370	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.366	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.387	★ Talon Knife
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.259	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.326	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.360	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.704	★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.355	★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)

...AND MANY MORE GLOVES IN MY INVENTORY

Weapon Skins	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn)	0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem	8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.14	4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New)
AWP Medusa (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold)	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AWP Medusa (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil)	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New)	Float: 0.054	3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.141	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.088	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.250	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.280	2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.365	★ Karambit
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New)
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.025	★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New)	Float: 0.061	★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn)
AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.074	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO	★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.727	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.431	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New)	Float: 0.048	★ Talon Knife
AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New)	Float: 0.063	★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)

I Prefer to receive trade offers, but you can also add me to discuss a trade.
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Hello there! I'm currently trading, buying and selling all sorts of CS:GO skins and inventories via crypto and at all kinds of price ranges. Feel free to DM me or send me an offer with your proposition.

The best way to reach me is by sending me a trade offer via the link below!

Everything that is in my inventory is always up for trade!

If you're looking to sell your skins, I'll be glad to purchase them.

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Open to any kind of item offers // Feel free to send me trade offers via my trade link below!

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Buyouts are negotiable, nothing is set in stone as prices fluctuate. Willing to consider other skins as well as the ones listed for the buyout.

Knives	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl	2x ★ Butterfly Knife
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.075 & Ruby	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.020	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 2	5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife	Float: 0.365	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.445	3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.026	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.042	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.060	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.047 & Phase 4	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 2	3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 1	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.042 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.356	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.336	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.297	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.340	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.127	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.322	3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner	3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 2	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.009 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.014 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.058 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.010 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.011 & Phase 2	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.262	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.506	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.305	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.011	3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.146	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.138	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.124	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.043	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.221	2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.429	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit	Float: 0.162	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.056 & Phase 4	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 2	2x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 3	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Emerald	★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.026 & Sapphire	★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.404	2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.007 & Phase 4	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.021	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.166	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.707	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn)
★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.002	2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.575	2x ★ Classic Knife
★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.268	2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.400	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 2	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.440	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New)	Float: 0.047	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New)	Float: 0.057	★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.028	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.041	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.319	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.694	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.241	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.149	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.187	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.142	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.508	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)

...AND MANY MORE KNIVES IN MY INVENTORY

Gloves	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.30	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.131	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.084	3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.412	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.777	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.750	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.33	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.136	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.354	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.283	2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.140	★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.391	★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.316	★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.288	★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.153	★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.377	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.768	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.129	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.384	★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.370	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.366	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.387	★ Talon Knife
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.259	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.326	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.360	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.704	★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.355	★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)

...AND MANY MORE GLOVES IN MY INVENTORY

Weapon Skins	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn)	0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem	8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.14	4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New)
AWP Medusa (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold)	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AWP Medusa (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil)	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New)	Float: 0.054	3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.141	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.088	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.250	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.280	2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.365	★ Karambit
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New)
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.025	★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New)	Float: 0.061	★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn)
AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.074	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO	★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.727	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.431	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New)	Float: 0.048	★ Talon Knife
AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New)	Float: 0.063	★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)

I Prefer to receive trade offers, but you can also add me to discuss a trade.
https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=155361426&token=-8L7GLVL

Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory

Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.

All Buyouts are listed in cash value.

KNIVES

★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Factory New), B/O: $7194.77

★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2025.74

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★ M9 Bayonet Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $557.87

★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $529.41

★ M9 Bayonet Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $465.39

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★ Talon Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $1295.27

★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Minimal Wear), B/O: $746.28

★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested), B/O: $688.15

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★ Flip Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $547.93

★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $476.69

★ Flip Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $278.18

★ Flip Knife Black Laminate (Well-Worn), B/O: $258.83

★ Flip Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $181.64

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★ Stiletto Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $686.04

★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $665.41

★ Stiletto Knife, B/O: $601.39

★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $418.25

★ Stiletto Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $227.80

★ Stiletto Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.96

★ Stiletto Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $192.79

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★ Nomad Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $518.11

★ Nomad Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $169.78

★ Nomad Knife Forest DDPAT (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $166.88

★ StatTrak™ Nomad Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $335.79

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★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Well-Worn), B/O: $442.05

★ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Minimal Wear), B/O: $426.24

★ Skeleton Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested), B/O: $314.03

★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2361.28

★ StatTrak™ Skeleton Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested), B/O: $376.53

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★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $557.12

★ Ursus Knife, B/O: $471.42

★ Ursus Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $212.37

★ Ursus Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $187.66

★ Ursus Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $178.18

★ Ursus Knife Ultraviolet (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $155.13

★ Ursus Knife Boreal Forest (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.26

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★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Minimal Wear), B/O: $204.83

★ Huntsman Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested), B/O: $184.50

★ StatTrak™ Huntsman Knife Lore (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $224.11

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★ Bowie Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $2142.02

★ Bowie Knife, B/O: $230.44

★ Bowie Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $209.20

★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.51

★ Bowie Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03

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★ Falchion Knife Night (Field-Tested), B/O: $132.54

★ Falchion Knife Urban Masked (Well-Worn), B/O: $112.81

★ Falchion Knife Scorched (Field-Tested), B/O: $108.81

★ Falchion Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.82

★ Falchion Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested), B/O: $107.46

★ StatTrak™ Falchion Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested), B/O: $143.08

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★ Paracord Knife Crimson Web (Minimal Wear), B/O: $486.48

★ Paracord Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $163.12

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★ Survival Knife Blue Steel (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $138.26

★ Survival Knife Night Stripe (Field-Tested), B/O: $131.03

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★ Gut Knife Sapphire (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1127.79

★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $286.17

★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $246.55

★ Gut Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $240.77

★ Gut Knife, B/O: $210.49

★ Gut Knife Lore (Field-Tested), B/O: $194.22

★ Gut Knife Case Hardened (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $151.51

★ Gut Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.94

★ Gut Knife Rust Coat (Well-Worn), B/O: $118.99

★ Gut Knife Boreal Forest (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.80

★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $237.96

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★ Shadow Daggers Gamma Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $264.92

★ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $253.03

★ Shadow Daggers Tiger Tooth (Factory New), B/O: $237.22

★ Shadow Daggers Crimson Web (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.40

★ Shadow Daggers Autotronic (Minimal Wear), B/O: $144.42

★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $105.20

★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $150.46

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★ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $365.99

★ Navaja Knife Doppler (Factory New), B/O: $228.93

★ Navaja Knife Marble Fade (Factory New), B/O: $227.43

★ Navaja Knife Slaughter (Factory New), B/O: $209.06

★ Navaja Knife, B/O: $203.16

★ Navaja Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $132.57

★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Factory New), B/O: $121.69

★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Minimal Wear), B/O: $109.95

★ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $100.41

★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Fade (Factory New), B/O: $369.01

★ StatTrak™ Navaja Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested), B/O: $109.95

GLOVES

★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Minimal Wear), B/O: $2394.67

★ Sport Gloves Omega (Well-Worn), B/O: $572.33

★ Sport Gloves Bronze Morph (Minimal Wear), B/O: $338.88

★ Sport Gloves Big Game (Field-Tested), B/O: $323.66

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★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Minimal Wear), B/O: $1652.07

★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested), B/O: $599.14

★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Well-Worn), B/O: $231.57

★ Specialist Gloves Buckshot (Minimal Wear), B/O: $126.21

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★ Moto Gloves POW! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $996.99

★ Moto Gloves POW! (Field-Tested), B/O: $383.31

★ Moto Gloves POW! (Well-Worn), B/O: $276.00

★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Field-Tested), B/O: $180.28

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★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Minimal Wear), B/O: $502.29

★ Hand Wraps Giraffe (Minimal Wear), B/O: $180.73

★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $178.32

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★ Driver Gloves Queen Jaguar (Minimal Wear), B/O: $181.01

★ Driver Gloves Rezan the Red (Field-Tested), B/O: $101.66

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★ Broken Fang Gloves Jade (Field-Tested), B/O: $127.88

★ Broken Fang Gloves Needle Point (Minimal Wear), B/O: $124.55

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★ Bloodhound Gloves Guerrilla (Minimal Wear), B/O: $127.94

★ Hydra Gloves Case Hardened (Field-Tested), B/O: $102.55

WEAPONS

AK-47 X-Ray (Well-Worn), B/O: $478.95

AUG Hot Rod (Factory New), B/O: $425.83

StatTrak™ M4A1-S Hyper Beast (Factory New), B/O: $413.95

M4A4 Daybreak (Factory New), B/O: $309.51

StatTrak™ AK-47 Aquamarine Revenge (Factory New), B/O: $305.43

AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn), B/O: $196.38

StatTrak™ M4A4 Temukau (Minimal Wear), B/O: $174.64

P90 Run and Hide (Field-Tested), B/O: $167.03

AWP Asiimov (Field-Tested), B/O: $153.33

Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike (Minimal Wear), B/O: $140.00

M4A1-S Printstream (Battle-Scarred), B/O: $124.70

StatTrak™ M4A1-S Golden Coil (Field-Tested), B/O: $117.48

AWP Asiimov (Well-Worn), B/O: $115.97

StatTrak™ Desert Eagle Printstream (Minimal Wear), B/O: $112.96

StatTrak™ AK-47 Asiimov (Minimal Wear), B/O: $110.85

Souvenir M4A1-S Master Piece (Well-Worn), B/O: $102.42

AK-47 Bloodsport (Minimal Wear), B/O: $100.53

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To live in the Undead Burg is a daily test of one’s wit and their will. The brutish and dull fall to the cunning, and the weak intellectual tears their own mind asunder. For those who escape the Asylum, it is sometimes enough to make one consider voyaging back to their cell.
After all, only a few are Chosen.
In the lower levels of the Undead Burg, a cloak of rat skin fluttered behind a walking corpse as they hurriedly turned the corner of a short length of stone stairs, slamming the shield of a hollow soldier against the ground just as the claws and fangs of the first hound rose to meet it. In truth he lacked the strength to properly defend himself with the thing, to raise it with only one arm and withstand a blow with the same, but it didn’t matter here. The lower corner of the shield lay braced against the bottommost of a length of stone steps. This, with his shoulder pressed against the shield’s top, made progress against him nearly impossible for a foe so light as this.
If idiocy was to lose one’s common sense, then it couldn’t account for the stupidity of an undead hound. The corpse raised a spear over the shield and swung it downward in a pathetic arc, the wood slapping against the metal with hardly a noise to report. Seeing the motion, the dog leapt sideways out of some horribly trained reflex, and in this manner crashed into large pile of eternally burning corpses. It yelped as the heat caught it, spasmed as it searched for purchase amidst the mass of charred bones and melted flesh, and promptly died. The commotion brought with it the sound of distant footsteps, and soon another beast had run headlong into the shield. This one took two similar “attacks” of the spear to repeat its fellow’s mistake, and the one after it four.
To think he had once been terrified of these things, and discovered his tactic in panic.
Beside the steps was a well, and (after a moment to ensure no further dogs were coming), it was this against which the corpse laid his heavy shield. The next test between him and his goal would require agility, something ill-afforded with such heavy hardware. For this, he turned his attention to the well’s crank, and set thereafter to turning it. From the depths was raised a target shield tied in place of a bucket, and upon it a collection of bones, a severed hand, a ring, and a candlestick. The corpse laid the miscellaneous treasures aside, untying the shield and equipping it to his left arm.
The first two thieves were marked by buckets… or rather, the buckets were set in place to tell the thieves which doors were to be hid behind. As travelers came and went, the buckets would roll down the hill as they were knocked aside or blown by the wind or carried around by the dogs, and thus the thieves’ stations would move. When it was determined one had rolled too far down the decline of the alleyway, an annoyed thief would inevitably carry it to a more desired station, pretend it had always been there, and hide themselves behind the newly marked door. It was possible some band of thieves set this tradition in place long ago and retained the habit after they’d eventually gone hollow, but proving this thought today would be nearly beyond impossible. The reasoning didn’t matter to the corpse, of course, but the effect he used to his advantage.
The tops of the doors he adorned with knives from the Lady of Moss- blades up, such that the forceful opening of the door would spin the knives just right to sink their poisonous bile into the victims below. What additional wastes and acids the corpse had applied need not be mentioned by name, only that they shared their patron creature with the leather cloak on his back. With his work done, he now walked the side of the alley as any clueless traveler would have, and awaited the springing of the trap.
As always, the third and lowermost thief signaled the attack by kicking open their door. The two now behind the corpse followed, and shortly thereafter issued their raspy exhales of pain amidst the clatter of falling steel. The corpse charged. The leader hurriedly reached for their throwing knives but was swiftly force-fed the edge of the corpse’s shield, thusly to be brought to the ground. Here was the corpse’s blade drawn, its cracked and jagged tip turned down towards its latest prey.
When skinning rats, it is important that one carries a sharp blade. This both to pierce the thick hide, and to avoid unnecessary damage to the intestines, stomach, and other usable bits lying beneath. Replacing the rat with a hollow, the corpse preferred the tip of a broken straight sword to the edge of his usual dagger. The motions made indeed bore some crude similarity to his work when harvesting leather, but the abandon of care became only more evident with each forceful cut and flailingly resisted gouge. In the end, what remained could hardly be discerned from a spot of muck on the road, a hollow-faced madman above it.
Further down, beyond a second set of stone steps, was another favorite spot of ambush for the thieves. The mutts at the end of the alley had long since devoured whatever scraps had been used to position them, and so readily charged forth at the beckoning call of the corpse. They found at his feet the now separated legs of the corpse’s most recent kill, adorned in many fresh gouges and oozing with a pungent liquid. The source of this meal mattered not to them, and so they eagerly set to work engorging themselves on the new flesh. So single-minded were they, intent on ridding themselves of the insatiable undead hunger that plagued them, that neither one slowed as a white foam began to pour from their mouths. Their stomachs first bulged, then split apart and spilt what little they had for content as the acid worked its way through. Their legs gave way from beneath them, first the hind, then the front, and yet still they desperately swallowed more of the decaying flesh and embedded stomach-skin pouches that rapidly digested them in return. When at last the pair had at last lost such strength as to no longer reach the meals inches away from their first gasping, then whining maws, the corpse delivered their mercy. A swift kick, and what little remained of their necks gave freedom to their lifeless skulls. The thieves, meanwhile, bore no challenge the corpse had not already faced. Knives over the first few doors, the greeting of jaw and shield, the pillaging of another victim. Nothing unusual, and nothing of note.
With the capra demon gone, some “chosen” adventurer having long since vanquished it from realm, little now stood between the corpse and… her… save only one thing. The corpse took the last flight of stairs three at a time, ricocheting off the wall on the outside of its only turn and bounding towards his target.
There she was, out in the open as always. The corpse sprinted down the stairs and, after passing a blind corner, set his left foot forward and crouched to halt his considerable momentum. The ambusher behind him was easily parried as he brought his shield up and behind him, cracking something in their forearm or perhaps their wrist. Not bothering to waste time, the corpse’s broken blade was brought upwards through the ambusher’s jaw until it snapped the bit bone between their eyes. This done, the corpse wrenched his weapon up and sideways with a hollow “pop” as the neck gave leave of its skull. The body collapsed to the side, its head twisting unnaturally upwards and backwards as it freed itself of the blade. The corpse, unbothered, bore no interest in holding either aloft. Now he turned, inspected the last of the thieves, and after a moment returned his blade to its holder.
“You are Patient.”
This first time he’d uttered the phrase, the last word was merely an attribute. ‘Twas a description of the one hollow that could be shot with any arrow, afflicted with any pain, and would yet remain loyally in her position. To be fair, it wasn’t for great gift a choice, as the position of “live bait” was reserved only for whichever of the thieves had been deemed least desirable by the rest. What caused this, and whatever penalties lay for abandoning of the post, were matters the corpse could only assume. The important part was that it was her, the thief who had become “Patient” by name. At their first encounter the corpse had considered dispatching her like the rest, but had hesitated in piercing her skin. He still bore the scar about his neck that she had given him for his idleness, and she still wore the rat skin “grieves” he’d forcefully tied to her for a marker. As time passed, the two gradually traded more scars and more black fur hide between them- the corpse receiving the former, Patient gaining the latter. He had stripped her and tied a pelt about her chest which lay now beneath her leather armor, he’d fashioned a double-thick leather stock to protect her neck, and though he tied gloves to her at a point she’d taken great effort in cutting them off. All this he had done across many visits, through much pain, and at expense of his best materials. Todays gift had by far been the hardest to craft- a thrice layered leather helm affixed on one side with a jawbone to replace what he’d broken so long ago.
His approach was slow, and well-rehearsed. At about ten paces, Patient’s patience finally broke as she ran for him. Today she chose to hesitate upon reaching him, though he'd learned this was by chance of random choice than any form of compassion. The corpse waited for the attack, not daring to kick another outcast as he had once been in life. She tried first her more viscous pattern, a pair of vigorous strikes that slid across the corpse’s target shield rather than bouncing away. She completed the maneuver and immediately prepared for a more powerful, slamming attack, granting the corpse the opportunity he had been seeking.
As she brought her blade down, the corpse deftly batted her strong hand away and gripped her shield with his open hand. Having no further need for his own shield, he cast it now away and spun the patient thief ‘round. She made as if to leap upward and over the corpse, but the maneuver was one he’d long since learned to counter. He stepped back, spinning himself so as to bring her sideways and around and down into a prone position with his right elbow along her back and his left hand pinning her knife arm down.
His next task, before gifts could be given, was to ensure he received no further scars in return. Placing his knee at her back to free one of his hands, he drew from beneath his cloak a coil of red twine fashioned from the same rats he’d skinned for his gift… some of the same, at least. With great effort, the twine was managed around the thief until she could no longer terribly well resist, and her hood was pulled back from her head.
Seeing the sunken red skin, the glowing eyes, the bare teeth, it reminded the corpse of life in the Pit of Outcasts. It was there he’d met the kindest of the living, the most desperate of the poor, and occasionally even a soul or two willing to speak or come close to him. ‘Twas a place for the diseased, the undead, and those criminals deemed too vile to disgrace the hangman’s noose with their neck. It was there he’d learned to knit and to sew, skills gifted to him from an undead woman not terribly discernable from the one before him now. The main difference, at least for now, was the slack jaw broken in uncountable pieces during their first encounter.
Casting the memories aside, the corpse set to his work. The leather about the thief’s neck stilled her head a little, but precisely cutting the skin beneath her jaw to remove the old bone was still a difficult task. The end result was unsightly, and it involved more than a few excessive cuts from the patient’s constant struggling, but it was enough to work with. Removing the old bone took a great deal of time thanks to the many fragments hidden in odd bits and pockets of flesh, but sliding the new one into place and wrapping it in the old muscle proved as easily said as done. The most tiring part was retying the cuts back closed, as the thief regained and continually demonstrated a greater ability to bite and snap as the corpse made more and more progress. The last of these gaps closed, the corpse finally wrapped the rest of the leather helmet about the thief’s skull and tied the loose end to the other side of her new jaw with more twine. It wasn’t his best work, but it was the best he’d done on something still kicking around.
Patient’s hood was returned to its proper position, and the corpse took hold of a length of twine connected to a slipknot in the middle of her back. Midway up the last stretch of stairs he’d come down, the twine was pulled and the knot it held gave way, restoring the thief her freedom. Knowing better than to stick around, the corpse fled to the top of the stairs, standing on the bridge overlooking her station just beyond where she would pursue. He watched as she freed herself of the last of the twine, as she looked to him, and as she eventually returned to her post. He said then the same thing he always said to her, though still he knew not if she recognized it.
“I am Aldin Paltry, the Leper of Hangknell. I will return again.”
He watched a moment more, but was paid not a glance in return. Back through the alley he went, bound for the dragon’s bridge.

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You will now fold the neck band and knit it in place: pick up sts, with a second 3 mm (US3) needle, 80 cm (32 inches), and without the working yarn. Pick up 1 st in every 2nd st (every purl st) along the cast-on edge = approx. (52) 54 (56) 56 (56) 58 sts. Note: pick up the sts on the inside of the neckband, so any seaming will be hidden inside. Hold the 2 circular needles together so the neck band is folded. Knit stitches together and cast off as follows: knit the first stitch on both needles together, purl 1 (first st on the short needle). Repeat from * to * around while also casting off.

Blachowicz here.
Kept yah’ waiting, huh? Heh, sorry about that one, but I can explain. As we all know… we lost a few good men the last few months.
That’s the brutal part of a hybrid war like ours: We’re fighting a foe unconventional, with half our arsenal tied down because those who grant us authorization are either in disbelief of the true facts, or scared… or already assimilated. That being said our momentum recently was a change not seen in years, and because of that… despite the losses we have garnered, we were close through a breakthrough. One last night Krol pulls myself and other two must trusted squad leads into the back of our COP. There is one of our equipment cages, surrounded by m-bitter radios, tripods, and several hundred thousand dollars of equipment he brought us around a simple worn table. Before us he laid a map of eastern poland… red markings indicating cells that seemed to dot the countryside like a pestilence, or used to… as deep gashes of advance from raids had trisected their lines, even if ones did pop up in the interior.
It was a back and forth; an outside virus infecting Polska at it’s heart, and we were the antibodies sent to drive them out. To which… Major Krol points to one of the largest symbol on the map: a dark red diamond, the NATO symbol for an enemy unit, deep inside of an untouched wooded area, adjacent to a mountain ridge. Several jagged lines indicated entrenchment, with red horizontal lines indicating possible enemy control… or our contested control, for over 20kms surrounding it. Letting us all look, the Major lit himself a cigarette.
“Sir, you sure it’s wise to smoke in here with the dive tanks just behind us” 1st Squad’s lead quipped. “Fuck off” Krol dryly said.
“Alright… this is it… this is the one we’ve been searching for for years, this is the nucleus my predecessor commander died trying to find” he says, pointing to it. Not far from Zamosc, it was almost touching the border with Belarus, the contested area indicating the Strigoi did operate over it… indicating one of the largest spill through points. “-It’s an old soviet bunker, made during their 1960s initiative it was designed to hold the munitions and manpower of several units in the event of a NATO first strike” Krol explained. “It’s gotta be massive then…” I said gazing at the map; “Didn’t the army demolish all of the old soviet hulks near Belarus to prevent any infiltrations?” 3rd Squad’s lead asked. “National Police took the effort over… and by extension, the Strigoi. It was halfway demo’ed before they burrowed into it and have been using it as a bridgehead ever since. This is it…” Krol said. He looked around at all of us, a sense of certainty I had never seen before as he blew smoke from his nostrils; “We’ve been fucking around in the dark for so long, it’s hard to believe we’ve made any progress, but this is it. With this gone, this will set them back over a decade and the momentum will finally shift into our favor… into Poland’s… -Europe’s”.
I swear there was almost a flash of joy, of pride in his eyes and a phantom of a smirk before reality set back in “That being said… we can’t leave this to chance, especially not something as important as this. We’re going to have to go there ourselves… clear through every inch of that place, and tear it all down, piece by piece. I will be straight with you all… when we go, there will be some of us that aren’t coming back. -but we are going… a whole generation is counting on us, and unborn billions rely on us to succeed”. We all nodded, a silent agreement washing over us as we took this upon ourselves. Echo-1 spoke up: “So… They’re authorizing a raid? How big?”. “We’re rolling in as a hard target, armor, explosives, and air support” Krol answered, taking a drag off his cigarette. “Aviation? How the hell did we get that approved, we’ve gotten attempts shot down four times due to those leeches” I said in disbelief. “There’s too much evidence here pointing to the human trafficking tied to their actions… We’ve finally got too much weight pinning them down, to keep the hammer from slamming into their necks” Krol chuckled. He looked around “Any questions?”. “When?” Echo-3 asked. “Three hours. We’re hitting them in the dead of night, only time we could get the birds authorized. Get your boys ready. We’re rolling out” Krol said, dying the cigarette bud out on the table. I can’t begin to tell you the euphoria we felt leaving that cage, as our men started arriving, they did so a lot quicker, and with their heads a lot higher than they had in weeks. As Second Squad’s lead we were going to be one of the main arms of attack into the bunker, thus I made sure we had a breacher loaded with enough thermite, charges, and tools to cut through anything. Our shield bearer we ready to go, as was our assaulters, grenadiers, and machine gunner. I double checked each and everyone of their weapons; ensuring the feeder paws of our squad’s belt fed were intact, making sure every breach charge we had was properly set and packed. There was going to be no mistakes, no slip ups. The margin of error needed to be the smallest it had ever been for us tonight if we were going to make the gore spilt worth it.
Finally… there on the outside of the building, the bright LED lights kept the darkness of the ensuing night at bay as the roar of our MRAPs could be heard. It was said once that war is 99% peace, and 1% chaos, they were right. The slow periods where the blood slowed and the doubt creeped in was the worst… yet we all kept it at bay. We needed to, there was going to be no backing down tonight. All three squads were up, all of us ready to go… we circled up… short stares and shaky nods telling us one things: We were in this together, till the end… the finish line so many before us had been searching for, we were being granted tonight.
A single set of footsteps could be heard as we turned, Major Krol stepping into the center. He took the last drag of a cigarette, throwing it down to the ground and stamping it out onto the damp concrete. He looked around… his chin strap blowing in the weak air as he met everyone of our gazes… then mine… then looked around. “I want you to remember every detail of tonight, as you have every other night… when you are situationally aware, scanning for the enemy, liberating the subjugated, I want you to remember the sting of anxiety, the shake of adrenaline, the chill of the bunker, the heat of your weapon as it cuts them down… because tonight we are going to write every fine detail of our victory, their defeat, in history…” Krol’s words echoed deep into our souls. He paused for a moment, staring around he looked down… a small pause before he said “When you are ruthless in combat, remember to be patient, and reserved in victory. This conflict is for our existence… a lot of innocents have bled due to the mistakes of those who failed to listen, a lot of our brothers are now laid under because we had to bridge the gap of uncertainty with their lives. We remember them now… but in an hour? We forget them… when we raise our barrels, when we cut into those foes, and we liberate Polska!! This does not end tonight, but history puts everything in it’s place, and patience is the companion of the victor… All of our hard work will be cemented, no matter the obstacles we face in that darkness… no matter the demons, the blood, no matter what incomprehensible horrors, we will make them comprehend that to invade our land, to bleed our people, the justice will be paid in full… Load up. It’s time*”*.
The purpose in our steps was heavy as we climbed the back ramps of the MRAPS; Four of the heavily armored vehicles, one for each squad with an additional for attached personnel including our JTAC, the term means Joint Terminal Attack Controllers. With air support requisitioned to us for this operations, there needs to be a definite liaison on the ground who can directly communicate to the birds, and coordinate their fire and progress. I’d worked with many of them in the past, resourceful guys, quick thinking though I guess that comes with the position they hold of needing to quickly figure out what bombs to drop, on which target, at what precise points, whilst taking contact. He loaded in the lead vehicle with Major Krol… and soon, our convoy kicked off.
The drive was several hours as myself and my squad sat in the back of that forty ton goliath, the rumbling of the engine keeping us awake as the crap heater fought to keep the cold from the outside frost from setting in. I looked around to each of them, some were catching some sleep because even with the circumstances… better to get all the energy you can, than to stay awake for nothing. Others were checking their weapons… My gunner locked eyes with me, the same one from the village extraction… many of these men I had trained with for a while now, fought with for months.
We may have met on unconventional circumstances but those in JW Grom thrive on austere chance and create opportunity from scratch. I was pulled from my thought by the sound of a transmission, my peltors were set up for dual comms so I could both receive information from the Major and other leads, whilst communicating with my team.
Krol himself sent out: [“Approximately 10 minutes from enemy AO…”]. As the rest of the squads acknowledged, I quickly sent out [“Echo-2 Copies”], before kicking the boots of any of them sleeping: “Look alive, we’re here”. Through the exterior net armor of the MRAPS, and the bars protecting the small reinforced windows, we could barely see jack shit. I reached up, turning off the overhead light as we all looked through our nods to scan the outside. A dark wall of dense trees was shown before us, making it difficult to see… in addition to night vision capabilities we had also requisitioned ourselves some thermals… when mounted onto rifles they were bulky, made it a pain to aim down quickly, but considering the supernatural capabilities of spotting our foes we needed every advantage necessary.
I flipped out one of my tubes… scanning the outside with my scope. I looked over to one of my assaulters who had been assigned to man the turret of the MRAP, seated near the view screen as he controlled the 50. Cal. Each of the vehicle turrets had been assigned a direction to cover… we took the 9 o’clock, the left flank. “See anything?” I asked. He shook his head; “Negative… wait… I’ve got two cold signatures, front left heading to our rear”.
I quickly scanned the far tree line, at approximately 60 meters off our left were two cold signatures… followed by a third heading to our front… then another. They were surrounding us, moving at speeds so fast I could barely keep my reticle on them. Is this what the National Police saw? What they faced at that lodge without the benefit of a foot of heavy armor protecting them on all sides. Then… suddenly. Something slammed into the side of our MRAP so hard, it caused it to shake. From over the leader comms, Echo-3 quickly shouted [“Contact right!! 4 hostiles!!”].
One of the Strigoi… so bold, had charged and slammed into the side of our MRAP. I quickly looked to see the figure, a dark blue mass of cold energy through my thermal, back away without so much as a stagger… as they tried to flee into the woods, the white hot justice of Echo-3’s gun fired at them, cutting them down. “Blachowicz I’ve got a few breaking for our vic” my man on the turret called out, I spun around, spotting out the window.
Just then, Major Krol announced [“weapons free, watch and shoot for targets of opportunity…”]. I turned to him… “take those fuckers out-”. Without hesitation my vic’s turret began to quickly target them, and through the darkness I saw a stream of outgoing fire bisect one of them, the ISR of the black blood freaking out the optic so badly it didn’t know what temperature to register it as… but it did register it. As another was cut down, one broke through the tree line and latched onto the side of our MRAP. The thing tore at one of the outer net armor panels, usually made to stop RPGs. It grabbed at the bars near the windows, tearing one off… I lowered my rifle as we locked eyes through the reinforced window.
The thing… the Strigoi looked at me, skin cracked as putrefied muscle fibers seemed to leak through dead flesh. It’s teeth were corroded and worn down to sharp fragments, alongside newly mutated fangs that messily protrude from the jaws. Even through the thick walls of the MRAP I could hear it’s roar, as it then tried to punch it’s way through… it cracked the outer coating of the vehicle… but it wasn’t getting anywhere near. My machine gunner, seated next to me, seemed to chuckle at the sight, quippily saying “Yeah… fuck you too”. It’s then our vehicle lurched upwards, as we began to climb the small incline of the bunker. I knew the layout, mapped it in our head, the main entrance was built into the rocky side of an old cliff meaning we could easily set up a defensive perimeter around it, a horseshoe. Krol’s vehicle was first, taking to the right as Echo-3’s MRAP followed. My vehicle, third, left the incline and took a left and… that’s where things got complicated.
We’re still trying to work out what happened but… from what Joakim says his drone captured. Right when the MRAP turned, several of the monsters quickly slammed into the side of the vehicle, as another more bulkier one, pushed at it’s undercarriage. The result.. Was the 40 ton armored vehicle tipped over. It wasn’t uncommon, hell in some cases a well placed IED, a good shot with a recoilless rifle, have been known to tip over Oshkoshs and Maxpros all the time. But this beast? Needless to say we barely had a second to comprehend it as it leaned to the left; “Grab on to something-” is all I had time to shout. A mess of gear and men spilled onto one side of the vehicle as it slammed into the old gravel and dirt.
Several of my assaulters, my grenadier planted right ontop of myself and the others as we came to a stop. Someone’s knee slammed directly into the side of my skull, causing me to dazily bob in and out of consciousness as my face was smushed against the glass of one of the windows.
Through my peltors, the other squads were erratic;
[“Echo-2’s vehicle is down!!”].
[“Echo-3 to Echo-2… Echo-3 to Echo-2…”].
Krol’s voice came through the comms;
[“Echo-Lead to Echo-2… Fuc-... Echo-1 secure Echo 2’s flank, Echo-3”].
[“Echo-3 to other units, they’re spilling through, I’ve got several enemy combatants converging on Echo-2’s vehicle”].
I pushed the legs of my grenadier off my head as I fought to my hands and knees, unfucking my nods as I looked around… “Fuck it… we’re going lights on, shield your eyes” I muttered as I reached for the overhead lights and flipped them on. The bright LEDs bathed the inside of the vehicle as we all gained our bearings, a mess of multicam, gear, and weapons as we quickly pushed each other off. My gunner caught as he fought to realign his promask, from what I gathered one of the assaulters had landed directly into his gun, pushing it directly into his jugular, as pulled back at the rubber and coughed, freeing up his esophagus. We didn’t have time to think however… the sound of bending metal caught our attention… as the back ramp door of the MRAP was ripped clean off. I could barely believe it but as the white light of the MRAP’s interior poured to the outside, a hulking mass leaned in, the dead flesh on it’s face nearly fallen off as the hideous Strigoi leaned inside.
Without hesitation I aimed took aim, yelling “Keep to the deck!!” to any of those inbetween myself and the invader as I opened fire. A burst of full auto fire tore through it’s collar and neck, my men quickly clung to either sides of the fallen MRAP as a few more fired out. As the thing backed up, a blast of .50 cal fire quickly tore it to shreds, along with several others as I realized they were fuckin swarming over the outside of our vehicle. Echo-3’s vehicle continued to carefully fire on the Strigoi on the outside, the sounds of .50 cal ricocheting off the outside of our armor was enough to make the pucker factor set in.
[“Echo-3 to Echo-2”].
[“This is Echo-2, we’re green on ammo, equipment, men”].
[“Roger, we’re shifting fire, exit the vehicle”].
“Hurry up let’s go!!” I barked to my men, leading the way as I staggered out. I turned on my peq, taking aim at silhouettes in the brush as I began to fire. The sounds of machine guns lighting up the brush, as a sea of growls, howls, and incomprehensible roars fired back at us was the ambient noise of the night. My men quickly exited, my gunner being the last as he and I pulled back to the rest of the defensive perimeter. I set in my men to take up the frontal security, as 3rd squad took the right flank, 1st squad to the left. Major Krol and the JTAC were bickering with each other; “How far out are the birds”. “They’re entering airspace now…” Joakim said, already scanning his smart book.
I asked “What’ve we got?”. He then flipped through… to the NATO combined arms segment, quippily saying; “Apaches…”. This caused me to pause as Echo-3 turned their head whilst directing their squad’s fire “The hell… where did we get apaches from?”. “The Americans… they volunteered” Krol said dismissively as he took aim at the darkness, firing off a controlled trio. “Volunteered? They’re aware of what’s going on?” I asked.
Krol seemed to stop, glancing back at me before returning his focus “There’s a lot more going on than you realize, Blachowicz… Prep the breach, you and 1st are going on”.
I quickly pulled my breacher off the line, securing some thermite as the reinforced bunker door wasn’t going to go as easily as a conventional door breach would. 1st Squad pulled back, stacking up and preparing themselves to be the first in. All the while… Joakim gave his firing solution; “Alpha Hotel Two Five Nine, This is Bravo-4…… Type 2….”.
I snapped to my right, watching as a Strigoi managed to dark across the clear gravel field, only to be cut down by my gunner, the peq’s laser marking the burst as it tore through the beasts’ hips, as it hit the ground and still continued to claw, another GROM operator took aim and fired into it’s skull. Joakim popped up to his feet…. “Marking laser, high power…”. He then pulled out a target marking laser… if you’ve watched night operations, you’ve probably seen them.
The green laser than as it says on the label, marks targets. The pattern of which can vary… if it’s a point target, it’ll usually lasso an area, or remain on target until the target is removed with extreme prejudice. If its close air support, then it’ll be a line of the general area… and Joakim damn near marked the entire perimeter around us. He quickly pocketed the tool, turning back to Krol; “Don’t go past 20 meters unless you want to be liquidated”.
With that… 2nd and 1st stacked up at the door as 3rd squad took up the perimeter security. As Major Krol went over to Echo-1… I saw them. A single blinking IR strobe from the beasts as they moved on the far off horizon, converging from several angles… and fired. The sound of the Apache’s main gun, the M230, truly sounds like the hammer of god… the 30mm cannon shot through the dark sky, lighting it up as we saw three incoming streams tear up the woods. Only then as the sound broke did we start to hear their rotors as they broke and began to circle, firing again… then… Joakim dipped his head and looked to Krol; [“Foxtrot Mike, hang onto your teeth…”]. One of the Apaches fired off a AGM-114… a Hellfire. I barely saw it out of the corner of my eye as the Apache from our right flank fired off at a target approximately 200 meters off. A fireball lit up the forest as the horrendous roar echoed throughout… then went silent.
Echo-3 scanned the horizon carefully;
[“Echo-3 to Echo-Lead, enemy contact is starting to die down”].
[“Maintain perimeter, Close Air is to maintain fire mission until we are boots up, Break…”].
[“Echo-Lead to Echo-1, condition white has been met. Proceeds”]. I saw Echo-1 and his men quickly stack up close to the wall and gesture to me; Breaching. I quickly pulled my stack back against the wall as his and mine breacher quickly hit their actuators. Now under normal circumstances, it doesn’t take much for thermite to melt the locks off of a metal surface, in fact it’s a more precise took as alternative means get real medieval like saws, pry bars… we weren’t in the mood for precision, we need to breach their little lair, and drag them out. The sound of several pounds of hellfire burning through the metal could be heard around the corner as a sea of white and red sparks flew out… after several seconds, two of our men tossed a fragmentation grenade and a nine-bang through the opening… a series of concussive blasts and a large explosion rang out.
Echo-1 and his men maneuvered. 1st Squad quickly converged as we followed them in.
Stepping through the black wall of smoke, the dark abyss of the interior was illuminated in a white light as entered barrels raised. Shots rang out as several of the beasts near the entrance were cut down, though not immediately, rounds disconnected the shoulder of one of them, leading to their arm hanging limply by a single tendon as they roared… another series of rounds putting them down. What greeted us was a messy concrete hell of rust and debris, fecal matter, trash, and all kinds of obstacles laid in our way, our boots sticking to the floor. I thank every god we had promasks that night. I called my shield bearer up, 2nd squad leapfrogging ahead to take the next corridor as 1st squad checked their weapons.
One of my men mule kicked the metal door ahead, twice, finally the latch gave away as we tossed in a grenade. A horrifying roar was cut off as an M67 shook the walls of the ancient soviet mausoleum, frag and spall kicked off the walls as I moved in right behind my shield man. The cramped russian design meant there was barely enough space for three people, and that’s three normal people, not in 50kgs of kit, moving slowly and maneuvering against creatures of the dark. Still… we moved forward, my shield bearer and I pushing the pace as two stacked of either squad formed on either wall.
As we passed doorways they flowed in… “Door Left!!”, “Door Right!!”. “Move!!”.
Two men entered each side, no gunshots, we moved up, a roar came.
“Door left!!-”. A series of gunshots came out as we continued to push forward.
“Two down!!”. “Confirm them” Krol commanded, as a series of gunshots run out in response. From one of the doorways, a Strigoi emerged… a female… clumps of hair had been ripped from her decaying skull, as her blooded eyes locked on myself and my shieldman. The skin on her hands had been tore down to the point where barely her bones and tendons remain… looking like huge talons as she roared and lunged at us. He fired off his pistol, though the rounds did little to stop her as she pushed against our stack.
“Fuck!!” he muttered, somehow her strength caused him to stagnate, holding up the advance… fuck that. I shoved the muzzle of my MK18 into her ribcage, flipping the weapon to auto as I fired of round after round. The 5.56 salvo disconnecting her spinal column, causing her to fall as I continued to fire, along with a man to our right and left as the stacks reformed as we pushed to the end of the hall. I fell back, dropping the magazine and loading a fresh one, like clockwork a GROM Operator from 1st squad took my place. Krol was beside me as we approached the end of the hall.
[“-Prep an entry”] I radioed to my breacher, a comrade handed him one of the charges from his back panel as he took to the door, quickly securing it. We all moved as far back as we could, look away, exhale. The blast knocked metal and wood in all directions, scrapping against our uniforms and kit as we made our way in and what laid before us was… it used to be the center atrium of one of these bunkers. Soviet’s loved their grandiose designs, the complex was supposed to be a circular room around a central planning table… instead. It had been turned into some sort of church. Runes and old eastern Romuva pagan symbols written in black ink and blood across the walls, old rotten filing cabinets, long receipt terminals. In the center… several of the Strigoi were kneeling before the table where someone had been tied down, flayed, and… shared amongst the group. They rose to their feet, we aimed our barrels…
The ladder amongst turned to us… his skin wasn’t cracked, or flayed, it was smooth… it still looked dead as the body on the table but it seemed more… accustomed to it. I don’t know… evolved? Under the surface however I could see it’s darkened veins pumping whatever cursed blood ran through them as it locked two blood red eyes onto each of us. It’s nose had long since been turn off, exposing boney nostrils to the open air as it seemed to smirk. All across it’s body were the same symbols on the walls, in every cell… markings of death, of rebirth, of assimilation… From behind this seemingly Alpha emerges another figure I had never seemed before… dressed in a white cloak with a deer head.
"So they've followed the trail... they're too late" the Deer headed individual spoke, definitely not from here, a dialect similar to an Americans but... aristocratic? Each word was drawn out, assurance as if they had everything mapped down to our actions. They didn’t sound like they were from Poland or the east.
“Doesn’t matter…” the Alpha growled… and then, it lunged at us. Quickly breaking from their ground it slammed into my shield man knocking both him and myself at the ground as it displayed an intense feat of strength. Around us I could see several of the Strigoi leap at our comrades… though to no fruitful endeavor as I could see one GROM operator cut two down, as another got into a hand to hand confrontation… my breacher, crafty as they were, reached back and slammed one of the prybars of his kit into the skull of the beast.
The Alpha however was not content as it threw away the 90lb shield, sending it flying across the room as it grabbed my comrade by the skull. I quickly kicked up at it, firing my MK18 into it’s body as the rounds pierced it’s gray and rune covered flesh. The thing simply seemed to chuckle… that was until Major Krol blasted away at the side of it’s head, the alpha turned… and it’s smirk turned to a scowl when face to face with the major. A knowing pause almost like they had done this dance before…
The creature lunged, locking up with Major Krol as it swung and slammed railing. Krol didn’t back down however as he pushed against the creature, hiptossing it to the ground even as it tore at his armor and gear. But the beast pulled, both of them rolled and the Major was on his back as the thing reached for his neck. I fought to a kneel, firing into the creature messily with my MK18, trying not to hit my commander… then…
Click. A sound sends a chill up the spine of every warfighter during a firefight.
My gun ran dry. I dropped the magazine, looking to load another, but the thing came up and with one of it’s claws, sliced deep into my cheek, through the pro mask. I could feel my own blood go flying through the air as I landed hard on my back plate, spitting out red iron as I quickly tried to adjust my mask. Through my fogged up, blood covered lense… I saw my shield man raise his pistol, firing into the skull of the thing staggering it with a roar. Krol came from behind, drawing his knife he sunk it deep into the neck of it…. I reached for my rifle, forcing a new magazine in and damn near punching the bold release. ““Sir, down!!” I shouted, Krol rolled away, back to his own rifle as I fired. So did my comrade as he continued to fire his pistol… so did the Major as he fired his rifle. All of us chewing through that apex predator of darkness, that beast… the leader that had been preying on our people for so long. Layer by layer, muscle group by bone… eventually… the alpha landed on whatever was left of his back.
The silence of the fight died down as all of us checked our surroundings, GROM Operators putting controlled pairs in the heads and nerve stems of any Strigoi laying around… I flicked my weapon onto safe, letting it hang as I pulled off my mask. I dared not touch the wound on my face… the pain nearly crippling me if it wasn’t sheer will pushing me through, and adrenaline doing all it could to subdue it. The sound of the apaches continuing to lay hate drew us from our moment of contemplation as the Major went back to work; [“Confiscate any info, burn the rest…”]. He turned back to me as I shoved my damaged M50 mask back into it’s bag, chuckling as he looked at the sight; “You need a medevac, Blachowicz?” he quipped.
I shook my head, barely able to speak as I muttered; “Negative sir…”. The two of us scanned the room as my shield bearer went to collect his defense implement turned 90lb projectile, we scanned the center of the room, checking and confirming bodies, until we got to the last one alive. His white gown was soaked in red crimson and black ooze, as his dear head was mangled from bullet fire and impact from falling on it. I swear… the way his blood poured out of it though made me wonder if it was a mask. I gave it no second thoughts as he looked to Krol; “You… you can’t stop this, they’ve already-”.
The Major was in no mood for communication as his rifle snapped up and fired off three rounds to the body, four the head. The violent yet quick salvo ending the cultists life, I looked down at it, then to him as he remarked; “Have your squad drag him out to the front, burn the rest”. I stood alongside him, looking down as the sight of it’s deer head was both captivating and horrifying… the curiosity in me wanting to look closer at it fighting the primal instinct I had to burn the thing to ash. “-Haven’t seen one of those before…” I muttered, thinking the Major had an answer.
He didn’t. Krol saying “Neither have I…” shortly before he walked away, was what truly shook my soul about that entire night. Victory stood firm in our hearts that night as we stood outside of the bunker. The night sky burning with fire and white phosphorus as we watched the ruin burn from the inside from the other side of the lot. In the distance, the Apaches continued to scan and circle the forests, no longer firing…. Which meant they had driven any or turned to glass any enemy combatants within a four miles, probably both, more than likely the latter. Echo-1 patted me on the shoulder as we stood there, soaking it all in, though Krol looked none to pleased. “In the time it took us to take this one down, they’ll be trying to set up three more cells… that being established…” he said, looking to either of us, then to Echo-3. “-Hell of a thing we did tonight, been waiting for this one for a decade, cleanly, maybe more… but no time to rest on our laurels… we’ll have another task for us as soon as we’re boots down back home” he said, to which his eyes followed mine, the body of whatever cultist that was zipped up in a black body bag beside the wheel of one of the MRAPs. The fire from the bunker casting an orange hue over it’s shiny jet black outside, something didn’t sit right with me… “That wasn’t a Strigoi…” I said to Krol.
“That’s very clear…” the Major said, shoving his mask under his arm and lighting a cigarette. “So… someone’s helping them?” I asked. The meer notion of it shook me to my core, sickened me. This parasite was already badly infecting Europa, Polska… if it was spread like this throughout the world. Krol settled my nerves: “We’ll be ready… It’s not just us anymore”. As he said that, I realized what he meant… my eyes looking to the Apaches as they started to form up, leaving the areas as their thunderous propellers melted into the night’s calm, unnerving ambience.
It’s been a couple of weeks since then, Echo Detachment has been busy. We’ve gained good ground against the enemy and honestly I think in a few years, we might see a much larger change. For now… we must keep going, that being said the Strigoi aren’t the only ones we’ve been combating. Recently we’ve made contact with of some sort of extermination coalition, they’ve known about the Strigoi, and others plaguing the world, the level of corruption and corrosion on society goes deep. Regardless a lot of the units we’ve been working with are apart of NATO, such as this “4th Special Forces Group” of the American Military. I don’t know where the road from here leads, but we’ve gotten momentum on our side, finally. Just remember… these things are out there, in every town, every city, every nation… preying and waiting for you to be alone, vulnerable, so they can take you and replace you.
Watch your back, and stay safe.
For now, Blachowicz signing out. Until next time

I'm really grateful that i found this subreddit. I feel for the first time i can relate to people who go through the same what I'm going through.
I had an accident and fractured my skull when i was 8 i'm 36 now, i was paralyzed and was out for 3 weeks.
Having a tbi at that age i don't remember how i was before and for my family in their eyes i just got a bit quieter but nothing was alarming. the Dr said i was fine based on scans.
I've been struggling and suffering fitting it as i never thought it has anything to do with tbi and having it at that age i just grew with it and became my reality.. I had troubles with friendships even up until now i don't hang out with friends that often and when i do i keep it short because i have extreme light sensitivity and sensory overload and the more i hang out the more my brain shuts down.. looking back at times where i hung out in bright indoors places and my brain was shut, i couldn't talk, think or walk the i beat my self up when someone see me in that state.. i beat my self up everyday and asking what the fuck is wrong with me ..I kept pushing till i got my bachelors degree in engineering 2.4 gpa but no complaints lol. Then tried to work with my degree but anywhere i worked it would be bright factories and i just froze, i gave it a year then i got fired.. Didn't have the gut to tell my mom at that point as she was pushing me to work as my father just passed away, i couldn't take it i needed a fresh start i came to the USA 10 years ago. I got MBA then married then opend a buisness then had a daughter. I knew no one would hire me and i worked day and night not to let the opportunity go away as it was all what i got. Business grew buti couldn't scale it as i should as i struggled to communicate with employees and it never went past me and my wife.
During high school till 2020 i'f take bunch of different things, when i was young i took a lot of weed and alcohol which did help but later in my 20's my body couldn't take it as i became borderline alcoholic and got terrible hang over from both weed and alcohol. Took ton of caffeine, aspirin, advil and Tylenol till got ulcer then my body couldn't take it anymore.
2020 i finally started to come around that i have to go to to see a neurologist. immediately i was told i was diagnosed disabled. . got prescribed 4 medicines in the course of a year and left me like a crack head. till at the end gave me botox and i found mushroom micro dose to get me off the medicine and both helped a lot. i still take Botox 4 times a year up until now.
2022 had my first mushroom trip and i finally got out of this delusional denial self hate pattern and finally with conviction admitted that have something wrong me me and i'm not normal compared to others, i cried for couple of hours during the trip.
Took 4 trips in the course of last 2 years, i really helped me to adapt with my condition and find way to better my life for me and my family but still wasn't sure if it was the tbi 100% up until i found this group and i started relating. While the trip was so insightful i still having a hard times after all of those years to accept myself, still beat my self up over a hang out where people see me acting different from them. I'm going through therapy but i feel they don't get it and was hoping for tips from you guys.
Thank you for you time and sorry for the long post:)

In the ’80s, the spy agency investigated the "Gateway Experience" technique to alter consciousness and ultimately escape spacetime.
The intrigue revolves around a classified 1983 CIA report on a technique called the Gateway Experience, which is a training system designed to focus brainwave output to alter consciousness and ultimately escape the restrictions of time and space.
The CIA was interested in all sorts of psychic research at the time, including the theory of applications of remote viewing, which is when someone views real events with only the power of their mind. The documents have since been declassified and are available to view.
This is a comprehensive excavation of The Gateway Process report. The first section provides a timeline of the key historical developments that led to the CIA’s investigation and subsequent experimentations. The second section is a review of The Gateway Process report. It opens with a wall of theoretical context, on the other side of which lies enough understanding to begin to grasp the principles underlying the Gateway Experience training. The last section outlines the Gateway technique itself and the steps that go into achieving spacetime transcendence.
Let’s go.
THE TIMELINE
• 1950s - Robert Monroe, a radio broadcasting executive, begins producing evidence that specific sound patterns have identifiable effects on human capabilities. These include alertness, sleepiness, and expanded states of consciousness.
• 1956 - Monroe forms an R&D division inside his radio program production corporation RAM Enterprises. The goal is to study sound’s effect on human consciousness. He was obsessed with “Sleep-Learning," or hypnopedia, which exposes sleepers to sound recordings to boost memory of previously learned information.
• 1958 - While experimenting with Sleep-Learning, Monroe discovers an unusual phenomenon. He describes it as sensations of paralysis and vibration accompanied by bright light. It allegedly happens nine times over the proceeding six weeks, and culminates in an out-of-body experience (OBE).
• 1962 - RAM Enterprises moves to Virginia, and renames itself Monroe Industries. It becomes active in radio station ownership, cable television, and later in the production and sale of audio cassettes. These cassettes contain applied learnings from the corporate research program, which is renamed The Monroe Institute.
• 1971 - Monroe publishes Journeys Out of the Body, a book that is credited with popularizing the term “out-of-body experience.”
• 1972 - A classified report circulates in the U.S. military and intelligence communities. It claims that the Soviet Union is pouring money into research involving ESP and psychokinesis for espionage purposes.
• 1975 - Monroe registers the first of several patents concerning audio techniques designed to stimulate brain functions until the left and right hemispheres become synchronized. Monroe dubs the state "Hemi-Sync" (hemispheric synchronization), and claims it could be used to promote mental well-being or to trigger an altered state of consciousness.
• 1978 to 1984 - Army veteran Joseph McMoneagle contributes to 450 remote viewing missions under Project Stargate. He is known as “Remote View No. 1”.
• June 9th, 1983 - The CIA report "Analysis and Assessment of The Gateway Process" is produced. It provides a scientific framework for understanding and expanding human consciousness, out-of-body experiments, and other altered states of mind.
• 1989 - Remote viewer Angela Dellafiora Ford helps track down a former customs agent who has gone on the run. She pinpoints his location as “Lowell, Wyoming”. U.S. Customs apprehend him 100 miles west of a Wyoming town called Lovell.
• 2003 - The CIA approves declassification of the Gateway Process report.
• 2017 - The CIA declassifies 12 million pages of records revealing previously unknown details about the program, which would eventually become known as Project Stargate.
THE REPORT
Personnel
The author of The Gateway Process report is Lieutenant Colonel Wayne M. McDonnell, hereon referred to simply as Wayne. There isn’t a tremendous amount of information available on the man, nor any photographs. In 1983, Wayne was tasked by the Commander of the U.S. Army Operational Group with figuring out how The Gateway Experience, astral projection and out-of-body experiences work. Wayne partnered with a bunch of different folks to produce the report, most notably Itzhak Bentov, a very Googleable American-Israeli scientist who helped pioneer the biomedical engineering industry.
A scientific approach
From the outset of the report, Wayne states his intent to employ an objective scientific method in order to understand the Gateway process. The various scientific avenues he takes include:
• A biomedical inquiry to understand the physical aspects of the process.
• Information on quantum mechanics to describe the nature and functioning of human consciousness.
• Theoretical physics to explain the time-space dimension and means by which expanded human consciousness transcends it.
• Classical physics to bring the whole phenomenon of out-of-body states into the language of physical science (and remove the stigma of an occult connotation).
Methodological frames of reference
Before diving into the Gateway Experience, Wayne develops a frame of reference by dissecting three discrete consciousness-altering methodologies. He’s basically saying, there’s no way you’re going to get through The Gateway without a solid grounding in the brain-altering techniques that came before it.
1) He begins with hypnosis. The language is extremely dense, but the basic gist is as follows: the left side of the brain screens incoming stimuli, categorizing, assessing and assigning meaning to everything through self-cognitive, verbal, and linear reasoning. The left hemisphere then dishes the carefully prepared data to the non-critical, holistic, pattern-oriented right hemisphere, which accepts everything without question. Hypnosis works by putting the left side to sleep, or at least distracting it long enough to allow incoming data direct, unchallenged entry to the right hemisphere. There, stimuli can reach the sensor and motor cortices of the right brain, which corresponds to points in the body. Suggestions then can send electrical signals from the brain to certain parts of the body. Directing these signals appropriately, according to the report, can elicit reactions ranging from left leg numbness to feelings of happiness. Same goes for increased powers of concentration.
2) Wayne continues with a snapshot of transcendental meditation. He distinguishes it from hypnotism. Through concentration the subject draws energy up the spinal cord, resulting in acoustical waves that run through the cerebral ventricles, to the right hemisphere, where they stimulate the cerebral cortex, run along the homunculus and then to the body. The waves are the altered rhythm of heart sounds, which create sympathetic vibrations in the walls of the fluid-filled cavities of the brain’s ventricles. He observed that the symptoms begin in the left side of the body, confirming the right brain’s complicity. Bentov also states that the same effect might be achieved by prolonged exposure to 4 - 7 Hertz/second acoustical vibrations. He suggests standing by an air conditioning duct might also do the trick. (David’s Lynch and other celebrities are committed adherents to transcendental meditation today.)
3) Biofeedback, on the other hand, uses the left hemisphere to gain access to the right brain’s lower cerebral, motor, and sensory cortices. Whereas hypnosis suppresses one side of the brain, and TM bypasses that side altogether, biofeedback teaches the left hemisphere to visualize the desired result, recognize the feelings associated with right hemisphere access, and ultimately achieve the result again. With repetition, the left brain can reliably key into the right brain, and strengthen the pathways so that it can be accessed during a conscious demand mode. A digital thermometer is subsequently placed on a target part of the body. When its temperature increases, objective affirmation is recognized and the state is reinforced. Achieving biofeedback can block pain, enhance feeling, and even suppress tumors, according to the report.
The Gateway mechanics
With that, Wayne takes a first stab at the Gateway process. He classifies it as a “training system designed to bring enhanced strength, focus and coherence to the amplitude and frequency of brainwave output between the left and right hemispheres so as to alter consciousness.”
What distinguishes the Gateway process from hypnosis, TM, and biofeedback, is that it requires achieving a state of consciousness in which the electrical brain patterns of both hemispheres are equal in amplitude and frequency. This is called Hemi-Sync. Lamentably, and perhaps conveniently, we cannot as humans achieve this state on our own. The audio techniques developed by Bob Monroe and his Institute (which are comprised as a series of tapes). claim to induce and sustain Hemi-Sync.
Wayne employs the analogy of a lamp versus a laser. Left to its own devices the human mind expends energy like a lamp, in a chaotic and incoherent way, achieving lots of diffusion but relatively little depth. Under Hemi-Sync though, the mind produces a “disciplined stream of light.” So, once the frequency and amplitude of the brain are rendered coherent it can then synchronize with the rarified energy levels of the universe. With this connection intact, the brain begins to receive symbols and display astonishing flashes of holistic intuition.
The Hemi-Sync technique takes advantage of a Frequency Following Response (FFR). It works like this: an external frequency emulating a recognized one will cause the brain to mimic it. So if a subject hears a frequency at the Theta level, it will shift from its resting Beta level. To achieve these unnatural levels, Hemi-Sync puts a single frequency in the left ear and a contrasting frequency in the right. The brain then experiences the Delta frequency, also known as the beat frequency. It’s more familiarly referred to these days as binaural beats. With the FFR and beat frequency phenomena firmly in place, The Gateway Process introduces a series of frequencies at marginally audible, subliminal levels. With the left brain relaxed and the body in a virtual sleep state, the conditions are ideal to promote brainwave outputs of higher and higher amplitude and frequency. Alongside subliminal suggestions from Bob Monroe (naturally), the subject can then alter their consciousness.
The Gateway system only works when the audio, which is introduced through headphones, is accompanied by a physical quietude comparable to other forms of meditation. This increases the subject’s internal resonance to the body’s sound frequencies, for example the heart. This eliminates the “bifurcation echo”, in which the heartbeat moves up and down the body seven times a second. By placing the body in a sleep-like state, The Gateway CD’s, like meditation, lessen the force and frequency of the heartbeat pushing blood into the aorta. The result is a rhythmic sine wave that in turn amplifies the sound volume of the heart three times. This then amplifies the frequency of brainwave output. The film surrounding the brain—the dura—and fluid between that film and the skull, eventually begin to move up and down, by .0005 and .010 millimeters.
The body, based on its own micro-motions, then functions as a tuned vibrational system. The report claims that the entire body eventually transfers energy at between 6.8 and 7.5 Hertz, which matches Earth’s own energy (7 - 7.5 Hertz). The resulting wavelengths are long, about 40,000 kilometers, which also happens to be the perimeter of the planet. According to Bentov, the signal can move around the world’s electrostatic field in 1/7th of a second.
To recap, the Gateway Process goes like this:
• Induced state of calm
• Blood pressure lowers
• Circulatory system, skeleton and other organ systems begin to vibrate at 7 - 7.5 cycles per second
• Increased resonance is achieved
• The resulting sound waves matches the electrostatic field of the earth
• The body and earth and other similarly tuned minds become a single energy continuum.
We’ve gotten slightly ahead of ourselves here though. Back to the drawing board.
A psycho-quantum level deeper
Wayne then turns to the very nature of matter and energy. More materially (or less if you will), solid matter in the strict construction of the term, he explains, doesn’t exist. The atomic structure is composed of oscillating energy grids surrounded by other oscillating energy grids at tremendous speeds. These oscillation rates vary—the nucleus of an atom vibrates at 10 to the power of 22, a molecule vibrates at 10 to the power of 9, a human cell vibrates at 10 to the power of 3. The point is that the entire universe is one complex system of energy fields. States of matter in this conception then are merely variations in the state of energy.
The result of all these moving energies, bouncing off of energy at rest, projects a 3D mode, a pattern, called a hologram, A.K.A our reality as we experience it. It's best to think of it as a 3D photograph. There’s a whole rabbit hole to go down here. Suffice it to say, the hologram that is our experience is incredibly good at depicting and recording all the various energies bouncing around creating matter. So good, in fact, that we buy into it hook, line, and sinker, going so far as to call it our "life."
Consciousness then can be envisaged as a 3D grid system superimposed over all energy patterns, Wayne writes. Using mathematics, each plane of the grid system can then reduce the data to a 2D form. Our binary (go/no go) minds can then process the data and compare it to other historical data saved in our memory. Our reality is then formed by comparisons. The right hemisphere of the brain acts as the primary matrix or receptor for this holographic input. The left hemisphere then compares it to other data, reducing it to its 2D form.
In keeping with our species' commitment to exceptionalism, as far as we know humans are uniquely capable of achieving this level of consciousness. Simply, humans not only know, but we know that we know. This bestows upon us the ability to duplicate aspects of our own hologram, project them out, perceive that projection, run it through a comparison with our own memory of the hologram, measure the differences using 3D geometry, then run it through our binary system to yield verbal cognition of the self.
The click-out phase
Wayne then shows his cards as a true punisher, issuing, "Up to this point our discussion of the Gateway process has been relatively simple and easy to follow. Now the fun begins." Shots fired, Wayne. What he's preparing the commander reading this heady report for is the reveal—how we can use the Gateway to transcend the dimension of spacetime.
Time is a measurement of energy or force in motion; it is a measurement of change. This is really important. For energy to be classified as in motion, it must be confined within a vibratory pattern that can contain its motion, keeping it still. Energy not contained like this is boundary-less, and moves without limit or dimension, to infinity. This disqualifies boundary-less energy from the dimension of time because it has no rate of change. Energy in infinity, also called "the absolute state," is completely at rest because nothing is accelerating or decelerating it—again, no change. It therefore does not contribute to our hologram, our physical experience. We cannot perceive it.
Now back to frequencies. Wave oscillation occurs because a wave is bouncing between two rigid points of rest. It's like a game of electromagnetic hot potato (the potato being the wave and the participants' hands being the boundaries of the wave). Without these limits, there would be no oscillation. When a wave hits one of those points of rest, just for a very brief instant, it "clicks out" of spacetime and joins infinity. For this to occur, the speed of the oscillation has to drop below 10 the power of -33 centimeters per second. For a moment, the wave enters into a new world. The potato simply disappears into a dimension we cannot perceive.
Theoretically speaking, if the human consciousness wave pattern reaches a high enough frequency, the “click-outs” can reach continuity. Put another way, if the frequency of human consciousness can dip below 10 to the power of 33 centimeters per second but above a state of total rest, it can transcend spacetime. The Gateway experience and associated Hemi-Sync technique is designed for humans to achieve this state and establish a coherent pattern of perception in the newly realized dimensions.
Passport to the hologram
In theory, we can achieve the above at any time. The entire process though is helped along if we can separate the consciousness from our body. It’s like an existential running head start where the click-out of a consciousness already separated from its body starts much closer to, and has more time to dialogue with, other dimensions.
This is where things get a little slippery; hold on as best you can. The universe is in on the whole hologram thing, too, Wayne writes. This super hologram is called a "torus" because it takes the shape of a fuck-off massive self-contained spiral. Like this:
Give yourself a moment to let the above motion sink in...
This pattern of the universe conspicuously mirrors the patterns of electrons around the nucleus of an atom. Galaxies north of our own are moving away from us faster than the galaxies to the south; galaxies to the east and west of us are more distant. The energy that produced the matter that makes up the universe we presently enjoy, will turn back in on itself eventually. Its trajectory is ovoid, also known as the cosmic egg. As it curls back on itself it enters a black hole, goes through a densely packed energy nucleus then gets spat out the other side of a white hole and begins the process again. Springtime in the cosmos, baby!
And that is the context in which the Gateway Experience sits.
[Deep breaths.]
THE TECHNIQUE
The following is an outline of the key steps to reach focus levels necessary to defy the spacetime dimension. This is an involved and lengthy process best attempted in controlled settings. If you’re in a rush, you can apparently listen to enough Monroe Institute Gateway Tapes in 7 days to get there.
The Energy Conversion Box: The Gateway Process begins by teaching the subject to isolate any extraneous concerns using a visualization process called “the energy conversion box.”
Resonant Humming: The individual is introduced to resonant humming. Through the utterance of a protracted single tone, alongside a chorus on the tapes, the mind and body achieve a state of resonance.
The Gateway Affirmation: The participant is exposed to something close to a mantra called The Gateway Affirmation. They must repeat to themselves variations of, “I am merely a physical body and deeply desire to expand my consciousness.”
Hemi-Sync: The individual is finally exposed to the Hemi-Sync sound frequencies, and encouraged to develop a relationship with the feelings that emerge.
Additional Noise: Physical relaxation techniques are practiced while the Hemi-Sync frequencies are expanded to include “pink and white” noise. This puts the body in a state of virtual sleep, while calming the left hemisphere and raising the attentiveness of the right hemisphere.
The Energy Balloon: The individual is then encouraged to visualize the creation of an “energy balloon” beginning at the top of the head, extending down in all directions to the feet then back up again. There are a few reasons for this, the main one being that this balloon will provide protection against conscious entities possessing lower energy levels that he or she may encounter when in the out-of-body state.
Focus 12: The practitioner can consistently achieve sufficient expanded awareness to begin interacting with dimensions beyond their physical reality. To achieve this state requires conscious efforts and more “pink and white noise” from the sound stream.
Tools: Once Focus 12 is achieved, the subject can then employ a series of tools to obtain feedback from alternate dimensions.
Problem Solving: The individual identifies fundamental problems, fills their expanded awareness with them, and then projects them out into the universe. These can include personal difficulties, as well as technical or practical problems.
Patterning: Consciousness is used to achieve desired objectives in the physical, emotional, or intellectual sphere.
Color Breathing: A healing technique that revitalizes the body’s energy flows by imagining colors in a particularly vivid manner.
Energy Bar Tool: This technique involves imagining a small intensely pulsating dot of light that the participant charges up. He or she then uses the sparkling, vibrating cylinder of energy (formerly known as the dot) to channel forces from the universe to heal and revitalize the body.
Remote Viewing: A follow-on technique of the Energy Bar Tool where the dot is turned into a whirling vortex through which the individual sends their imagination in search of illuminating insights.
Living Body Map: A more organized use of the energy bar in which streams of different colors flow from the dot on to correspondingly-colored bodily systems.
Seven days of training have now occurred. Approximately 5 percent of participants get to this next level, according to the report.
Focus 15 - Travel Into the Past: Additional sound on the Hemi-Sync tapes includes more of the same, plus some subliminal suggestions to further expand the consciousness. The instructions are highly symbolic: time is a huge wheel, in which different spokes give access to the participant’s past.
Focus 21 - The Future: This is the last and most advanced state. Like Focus 15, this is a movement out of spacetime into the future.
Out-of-Body Movement: Only one tape of the many is devoted to out-of-body movement. This tape is devoted to facilitating an out-of-body state when the participant’s brain wave patterns and energy levels reach harmony with the surrounding electromagnetic environment. According to Bob Monroe, the participant has to be exposed to Beta signals of around 2877.3 cycles per second.
CONCLUSIONS
Wayne expresses concern about the fidelity of information brought back from out-of-body states using the Gateway technique. Practical applications are of particular concern because of the potential for “information distortion.”
The Monroe Institute also ran into a bunch of issues in which they had individuals travel from the West to the East Coast of the U.S. to read a series of numbers off of a computer screen. They never got them exactly right. Wayne chalks this up to the trouble of differentiating between physical entities and extra-time-space dimensions when in the out-of-body state.
Wayne swings back to support mode though, lending credence to the physics foundation of the report. He cites multiple belief systems that have established identical findings. These include the Tibetan Shoug, the Hindu heaven of Indra, the Hebrew mystical philosophy, and the Christian concept of the Trinity. Here he seems more interested in hammering home the theoretical underpinnings that make The Gateway Experience possible, rather than the practical possibilities promised by The Gateway Tapes.
Possibly with his CIA top brass audience in mind, Wayne then gives an A-type nod to The Gateway Experience for providing a faster, more efficient, less subservient, energy-saving route to expanded consciousness. This finishes with a series of recommendations to the CIA for how to exploit Gateway’s potential for national defense purposes.
The missing page
One curious feature of The Gateway Report is that it seems to be missing page 25. It’s a real cliffhanger too. The bottom of page 24 reads “And, the eternal thought or concept of self which results from this self-consciousness serves the,” The report picks back up on page 26 and 3 sections later as if Wayne hadn’t just revealed the very secret of existence.
The gap has not gone unnoticed. There's a Change.org petition requesting its release. Multiple Freedom of Information Act requests have demanded the same. In all cases, the CIA has said they never had the page to begin with. Here’s a 2019 response from Mark Lilly, the CIA’s Information and Privacy Coordinator, to one Bailey Stoner regarding these records:
One theory goes that that rascal Wayne M.-fricking-McDonnell left the page out on purpose. The theory contends that it was a litmus test—if anyone truly defies time-space dimensions, they’ll certainly be able to locate page 25.
[Cosmic shrug.]
Writing Credit Vice
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CIA Declassified Report– The Gateway Experience
Here is a copy of the Missing Page 25
There will be a Gateway Help Post following within the next couple days. Thought you might be interested in a little history in the meantime. Cheers!

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Buyouts are negotiable, nothing is set in stone as prices fluctuate. Willing to consider other skins as well as the ones listed for the buyout.

Knives	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.012 & Black Pearl	2x ★ Butterfly Knife
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.075 & Ruby	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	3x ★ Karambit Slaughter (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & 94% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.039 & 84% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 82% Faded	4x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.020	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 2	5x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.037 & 92% Faded	4x ★ Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.025 & 96% Faded	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Huntsman Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Sapphire	3x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife	Float: 0.365	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Lore (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.445	3x ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.026	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.042	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.060	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.047 & Phase 4	4x ★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 2	3x ★ Butterfly Knife Night (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 1	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.042 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 3	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.356	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.336	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.297	3x ★ ★ Nomad Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Butterfly Knife Autotronic (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.340	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.127	3x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Black Laminate (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.322	3x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.020 & Phase 1 & Clean corner	3x ★ Talon Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Karambit Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	3x ★ Ursus Knife Doppler (Factory New)
★ Nomad Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & 90% Faded	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 2	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.009 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.014 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.058 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Karambit Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.27	★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.010 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.011 & Phase 2	3x ★ Flip Knife Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.262	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Skeleton Knife	Float: 0.506	3x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.305	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.011	3x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Night (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.146	3x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Field-Tested)
★ M9 Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	3x ★ Flip Knife Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.138	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.124	3x ★ Survival Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.043	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Factory New)	Float: 0.049	2x ★ Bayonet Slaughter (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.221	2x ★ Karambit Stained (Well-Worn)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.019 & Phase 1	2x ★ Talon Knife Stained (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.429	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Minimal Wear)
★ StatTrak™ Karambit	Float: 0.162	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Night Stripe (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.056 & Phase 4	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.035 & Phase 2	2x ★ M9 Bayonet
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.032 & Phase 3	2x ★ Skeleton Knife
★ Gut Knife Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Emerald	★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)
★ Gut Knife Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.026 & Sapphire	★ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)
★ Butterfly Knife Damascus Steel (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.404	2x ★ Paracord Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.007 & Phase 4	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ StatTrak™ Talon Knife Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.021	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.166	2x ★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Karambit Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.707	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Well-Worn)
★ Classic Knife Fade (Factory New)	Float: 0.002	2x ★ Driver Gloves Black Tie (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.575	2x ★ Classic Knife
★ Skeleton Knife Case Hardened (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.268	2x ★ Talon Knife Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.400	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.028 & Phase 2	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.033 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.034 & Phase 1	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.006 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)	Float: 0.013 & Phase 3	2x ★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Butterfly Knife Stained (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.440	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Talon Knife Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.086	2x ★ Karambit Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Karambit Bright Water (Factory New)	Float: 0.047	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Stained (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Slaughter (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	2x ★ Huntsman Knife Slaughter (Factory New)
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.008	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Huntsman Knife Lore (Factory New)	Float: 0.057	★ Butterfly Knife Urban Masked (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.022	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.027	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.028	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.033	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.035	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth (Factory New)	Float: 0.041	2x ★ Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.319	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Bayonet	Float: 0.694	2x ★ Skeleton Knife Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Butterfly Knife Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.241	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Karambit Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.149	2x ★ Bayonet Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Butterfly Knife Forest DDPAT (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.187	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ Skeleton Knife Stained (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.142	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.508	2x ★ Bayonet Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)

...AND MANY MORE KNIVES IN MY INVENTORY

Gloves	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
★ Sport Gloves Pandora's Box (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	3x ★ Skeleton Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Superconductor (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.30	3x ★ Karambit Black Laminate (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Spearmint (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.131	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps Cobalt Skulls (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.084	3x ★ Karambit Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Hedge Maze (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.412	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.777	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Vice (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.750	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.35	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.37	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.33	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.36	2x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
★ Hand Wraps Slaughter (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.136	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Field Agent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.354	2x ★ Flip Knife Lore (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.283	2x ★ Bayonet Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Moto Gloves Turtle (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.140	★ Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Emerald Web (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.391	★ Karambit Ultraviolet (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Imperial Plaid (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.316	★ Karambit Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.288	★ M9 Bayonet Case Hardened (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.153	★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet (Well-Worn)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.377	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Hand Wraps CAUTION! (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.374	★ M9 Bayonet Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
★ Sport Gloves Omega (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.768	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.129	★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Nocts (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.384	★ Karambit Forest DDPAT (Minimal Wear)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.370	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.366	★ M9 Bayonet Damascus Steel (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Finish Line (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Karambit Boreal Forest (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.387	★ Talon Knife
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.259	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.281	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.326	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Moto Gloves Polygon (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.360	★ Classic Knife Crimson Web (Field-Tested)
★ Sport Gloves Scarlet Shamagh (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Talon Knife Case Hardened (Well-Worn)
★ Sport Gloves Slingshot (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.704	★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Field-Tested)
★ Specialist Gloves Marble Fade (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.416	★ Bayonet Autotronic (Battle-Scarred)
★ Moto Gloves Smoke Out (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.355	★ Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)

...AND MANY MORE GLOVES IN MY INVENTORY

Weapon Skins	Float & Notes	B/O: (negotiable and not limited to items listed below)
AK-47 Case Hardened (Well-Worn)	0.39 Float & Pattern #321 Blue Gem	8x ★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AWP Desert Hydra (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.14	4x ★ Karambit Freehand (Factory New)
AWP Medusa (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.20 & Skadoodle (Gold)	4x ★ M9 Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AWP Medusa (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.42 & Crown (Foil)	4x ★ Butterfly Knife Rust Coat (Battle-Scarred)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Factory New)	Float: 0.054	3x ★ Driver Gloves King Snake (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Hydroponic (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.141	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
MP9 Wild Lily (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.088	3x ★ M9 Bayonet Freehand (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.250	2x ★ Bayonet Autotronic (Well-Worn)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.280	2x ★ Karambit Bright Water (Field-Tested)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Field-Tested)	Float: 0.365	★ Karambit
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.014	★ Bayonet Marble Fade (Factory New)
M4A1-S Hot Rod (Factory New)	Float: 0.025	★ Karambit Black Laminate (Minimal Wear)
Desert Eagle Blaze (Factory New)	Float: 0.032	★ Skeleton Knife Blue Steel (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Vulcan (Factory New)	Float: 0.061	★ Butterfly Knife Night (Well-Worn)
AWP Lightning Strike (Factory New)	Float: 0.034	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AWP Lightning Strike (Minimal Wear)	Float: 0.074	★ Karambit Bright Water (Minimal Wear)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.515 & IBP 2014 COL HOLO	★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Factory New)
AK-47 Fire Serpent (Battle-Scarred)	Float: 0.727	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AUG Akihabara Accept (Well-Worn)	Float: 0.431	★ Butterfly Knife Safari Mesh (Field-Tested)
AWP Oni Taiji (Factory New)	Float: 0.048	★ Talon Knife
AK-47 Panthera onca (Factory New)	Float: 0.063	★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade (Factory New)

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