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GAME

In times like those my 16-year marriage to Evelyn didn’t feel too good. Picture a pastrami sub, lathered with melted cheese and roasted peppers. Imagine eating that sub and topping it off with a pie of bacon-encrusted pizza, your stomach would kill, and that’s how my marriage felt. Sometimes I would blame my stomach aches on Evelyn. I knew it didn’t make sense, but I will admit I used to always need to find a reason for something. I couldn’t just succumb to things, I had to always blame someone- but, im not going to do this right now arguments like those were things I would do with Evelyn. When everything began going well at work, it really began going well. You see, a CFO has a ton of responsibilities and information that he has to handle; this includes future acquisitions and financial reports, lets just say my holdings in our company were well aware of news way before the sleeze-balls on Wall Street were. Inside our Madison Avenue office, my Armani suit was something not to be fucked with, it was outside that I was given the silent treatment like a fucking 2nd grader who was being punished for bullshit. Everyday when I was home she would act tired and depressed. I have never seen an opportune lifestyle of credit cards and drivers take so much out of a woman. This was our life, take it or leave it. It was not always like this; you see we married young, she was 21 and I was 22. When we lived in a studio apartment all was well. I think it was hard for her to adapt to my success. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I was beginning to become the shit around town. Maybe I was too nice to her, I’ll honestly never know. Than that day came. ‘I want to go on a trip’ she said in our bedroom. ‘You want to come to Morocco? Dan and his kids are taking their Jet out to Morocco, we can go to Morocco, you want to go to Morocco?’ She didn’t even see the point, I could see it in her face. She walked into our master bathroom, as a guy you got to follow your woman in bullshit situations like these ‘Hun, whats wrong? Where do you want to go, we can go anywhere you tell me’. She didn’t think about it for a second ‘I want to go to a cabin that has a small farm, not some stupid Morocco. I want it to be up the street from a small town with people who live normally’, that sounded fucking terrible ‘Ok I’ll get Cindy (Cindy is my beautiful assistant) to find a place. ‘No, I already found one’, she knew what she was saying. I figured I could get this for her, ‘Ok do you want to send me it and I will make sure we can book something cozy?’. She seemed annoyed, like I wasn’t understanding something ‘I already booked it, if you want to make me happy than you will agree to come, you will agree to come with me to the cabin with the little farm that’s up the road from the town’. ‘Ya and the people live normally, alright for you honey lets go’. I didn’t even understand how she came up with this shit sometimes. I called Cindy, told her that I was taking a business trip and I don’t give a fuck if the company gets invaded by China I don’t want one call, nothing about anything with my name attached to it this weekend. This seemed like a chance to motivate Evelyn. I loved her so much, I just wanted her to act the same. I began to pack, but Evelyn stopped me. ‘You can buy clothes there’, their just seemed to be a sincerity in her voice that forced me to agree. I dropped the bag and we went downstairs. She opted for the least nicest car I owned, we got into the Range Rover and began the drive.
It was 4 hours until we were in some weird wilderness. I wasn’t sure if it was Connecticut or upstate New York, but really what’s the difference. Evelyn directed the route perfectly and at the time I didn’t even realize how strange that was. Finally we got to the town. I didn’t bother looking at the name, I figured it would be the most useless weekend of my life, why would I want to name it. We seemed to be driving through the town square, people were walking outside their dogs on leashes their babies in strollers and all that good stuff. All I remember looking at was some restaurants, and the hunting store. I asked Evelyn, ‘Do you see any actual clothing stores?’. She was looking the same direction as me, ‘Well we just passed one that had vests and pants’, it seemed like the hunting store would do. We drove down a winding road or two, until we got to a small cabin. A wooden home that looked like it was built for men of luxury living in Northern Alaska. ‘Its beautiful, just like the pictures’, Evelyn’s eyes lit up. I turned to her as we were pulling in ‘Yeah, how did you find it again?’ She did not respond, she had a knack for that. I parked and we went inside. As soon as you entered there was a stairway, it lead up the one bedroom. Before the stairway however, there were two small living rooms one on each side of the home. The back of the home had the kitchen, we walked up the stairs and Evelyn began to unzip her dress as she set a book she had brought on to the dresser ‘You should go out and get clothes, I will be here, I just want to read for a bit’. I nodded my head and walked back to the car, I began driving. At this point, the hunting store was really the only thing I knew how to drive to, when I got there I parked right next to the store and entered. The place was pretty spacious with at least 8 or so people inside, there were racks of cliché hunting clothing mostly just camo vests and long pants. I walked up to one of the employees, ‘Hey, do you know where any uh shirts are, maybe some button downs or something’, he looked at me ‘What you doin, you tryna hunt?’. I felt a little uncomfortable, ‘Nope just trying to get some clothes, my wife wouldn’t let me pack when we came here’, this seemed to annoy him a little ‘Well let me tell you, we have some of the best damn game here. If you want to hunt you come here, this aint no town for shooting trees, this a town for shooting game.’ I really didn’t feel like getting into this so I asked him ‘Ok well can you tell me where the shirts are, the ones that are good for game?’ He pointed to the back right of the store. I began walking towards the given direction until I accidently bumped into a rack, it fell over and the clothes fell on the floor. In most situations I figure people would look and than carry on, maybe someone would help me put it back, but that was just not the case. Right when that happened, all of the people in the store stopped what they were doing. More employees walked out of the staff room and just began to stare; everyone in the store was just staring at me. No one really moved, they just stood there staring at me so I spoke up ‘Sorry about this, should I just put it back?’. No one said anything, I picked the rack back up but no one moved they just kept staring at me. I looked all around the store, ‘You guys ok? This that big of a deal?’. No one responded they just blankly stared at me. I walked out and got back into my car, I was a little nervous. Shit like that scares me, maybe they just realized I was a new guy and they just wanted to fuck around. This is why I don’t live in the suburbs, shit like this happens.
I drove back to the cabin, but the drive seemed weirder their were more nerves. I pulled in and went back inside, I walked upstairs and saw Evelyn. She glanced up from her book, ‘You got no clothes?’. I began scratching my neck, ‘Ya it was just one of those stores, I don’t think I need anything to be honest’, I didn’t want to lie but I also didn’t want to seem like I was making a big fuss about something that she wouldn’t believe anyway. She looked back at her book ‘Too bad, game is supposed to be great here’. I stopped walking away, ‘What did you just say Evelyn?’ She looked up at me ‘The game, its supposed to be great here why?’, I thought about it for a sec I figured she read it somewhere ‘Don’t worry, nevermind hun’. We stayed at the cabin for the rest of the day, by nightfall we were both back in the bed. Under the covers, Evelyn turned to me ‘I’m very happy you came today, thank you’. I brought her closer to me and kissed her on the forehead, it seemed like one of those moments. I had a nice sleep, and before you ask, I will not tell you if we had sex don’t be one of those guys who asked if we had sex because listen I will not tell you fucked up motherfucker. This is exactly how the following morning went down. I woke up, and turned Evelyn was not there. ‘Evelyn’, I shouted it loud enough that she could hear it anywhere in the cabin. I got up and started snooping. The bed made it seem like I was the only one who slept there that night, her side was already neat and made. I checked the bathroom and than walked downstairs. I shouted Evelyn again but no response, I looked in both living rooms and the kitchen. I opened the fridge and there was no food, that ticked me off a little but mostly I wanted to find Evelyn. I walked back upstairs and began to think, I definitely kissed her on the head last night and I definitely fell asleep. Than it came to me: the car. I walked on over to the window and I could not move when I looked out. The car was there, and so was Evelyn. She was standing there, and she was staring at me. There were over 100 people out there they were all staring. It was like the store, my first thought was to move away from the window. My heart was pounding fast. I ran into the bathroom and splashed water into my face, it was not a dream. I came back to the window and there they all were standing there blankly staring at me. No emotion in their faces, Evelyn seemed dead almost. I went to the drawer to get my phone, but it wasn’t there. There was no home phone in the house, my only option was to actually go outside. I walked down the stairs and opened the door ‘What the fuck is going on? What the fuck Evelyn’ I figured if I yelled it would be easier to talk to all of them. No one said anything, they only turned to watch me. I ran over to Evelyn and began shaking her ‘What the fuck is happening to you right now, talk, speak!’. Evelyn did not say a word, her stare continued. Every single person was just watching. I ran over to the car and opened the door, the steering wheel was ripped off. I don’t mean it was damaged, I mean it was literally ripped off the wires were hanging out as it sat on my dashboard. I didn’t think anything over, I turned and began running into the woods. I figured I could make it to another town I could get the police to come and people would help me and Evelyn, everything would be all right. As I was running, the noise went off and the birds flew. I dropped, I was hit so hard in the back of my spine that I fell with force. I was shot. ‘Fuck, what the fuck’ I yelled. I heard leaves rustling, someone was coming over. I did not have the strength to move, ‘Who are you? Evelyn? Who the fuck, why, what the fuck is happening?’. The leaves stopped rustling right behind me. I heard a click and than he spoke ‘Some of the best damn game here’, he shot.

title: [RF] GAME

question: Summarize what happens to the narrator.

text: The answer should include more detail about the scene where the narrator is hunted.

answer: He's a successful executive, living a rich life. However, he and his wife Evelyn seem to have fallen out of love. The narrator wants to live a rich man's lifestyle while Evelyn seems to prefer a more modest one. For unknown reasons, she convinces the narrator to go to a cabin in the woods for a weekend, somewhere seemingly middle-class. There, she and the local residents creep out the narrator once in the hunting shop and once around the cabin by just staring at him without saying anything at all. Then, one of the locals hunts him.

text: The narrator is not a successful executive. He is a CFO.

text: The answer omits that Evelyn is missing when the narrator wakes up.

text: The response misses to mention that Evelyn is missing and the narrator is shot by the end of the story.

text: The couple is not out of love, they are just having problems.

text: The narrator is not living a rich man's lifestyle.

text: The words "successful executive" are confusing and not helpful.

answer: The narrator goes to a cabin with Evelyn, but can't figure out why Evelyn brought him there. He wakes up the morning after and finds himself alone in the cabin, only to discover Evelyn was downstairs staring at him, along with around 100 others. Everyone was dead silent and when the narrator tries to make noise and attract attention, he gets shot.

text: The narrator is shot in the back and then shot again.

text: The narrator is shot in the back and then shot again in the head.

text: The narrator is not alone in the cabin. Evelyn is there.

text: The narrator is not shot by Evelyn.

text: The narrator is shot twice. The first time he is shot in the back, and the second time he is shot in the head.

text: The narrator doesn't find himself alone in the cabin. He just can't find Evelyn.

text: The narrator is shot and killed.

text: Evelyn wasn't downstairs. Something happened to her.

answer: He's a successful executive, living a rich life. However, he and his wife Evelyn seem to have fallen out of love. The narrator wants to live a rich man's lifestyle while Evelyn seems to prefer a more modest one. For unknown reasons, she convinces the narrator to go to a cabin in the woods for a weekend, somewhere seemingly middle-class. There, she and the local residents creep out the narrator once in the hunting shop and once around the cabin by just staring at him without saying anything at all. The narrator starts to run away, and one of the locals shoots him.

text: The narrator is shot by a hunter, not a local.

text: The narrator is shot and killed at the end.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is shot twice.

text: The narrator's success is not relevant.

text: The question is not about Evelyn.

text: The second sentence is inaccurate. The narrator and his wife haven't fallen out of love. Instead, the answer should say that the narrator is frustrated with his wife's lifestyle because she prefers a more modest lifestyle than he does.

answer: He's a successful executive, living a rich life. However, he and his wife Evelyn seem to have fallen out of love. The narrator wants to live a rich man's lifestyle while Evelyn seems to prefer a more modest one. For unknown reasons, she convinces the narrator to go to a cabin in the woods for a weekend, somewhere seemingly middle-class. There, she and the local residents creep out the narrator once in the hunting shop and once around the cabin by just staring at him without saying anything at all. Then, one of the locals hunts him.

answer: He's a successful executive, living a rich life. However, he and his wife Evelyn seem to have fallen out of love. The narrator wants to live a rich man's lifestyle while Evelyn seems to prefer a more modest one. For unknown reasons, she convinces the narrator to go to a cabin in the woods for a weekend, somewhere seemingly middle-class. There, she and the local residents creep out the narrator once in the hunting shop and once around the cabin by just staring at him without saying anything at all. The narrator starts to run away, and one of the locals shoots him.

text: The second to last sentence is awkward. It would be better to say that first the locals creeped him out by just staring at him while he was at a hunting shop, and second when his did the same.

text: This should point out how the locals note that the game in the town is some of the best for hunting.

text: It's omitted that the narrator can't find Evelyn the next morning. When he finds her, he sees her and 100 people just staring at him from outside.

text: Specify it's revealed that after the narrator is shot, someone references him by saying "some of the best game here".

text: The first three sentences are unnecessary and could be omitted.

answer: The narrator goes to a cabin with Evelyn, but can't figure out why Evelyn brought him there. He wakes up the morning after and finds himself alone in the cabin, only to discover Evelyn was downstairs staring at him, along with around 100 others. Everyone was dead silent and when the narrator tries to make noise and attract attention, he gets shot.


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CASERTANA FOOTBALL CLUB is an Italian association football club based in Caserta, Campania. The club currently plays in Serie C, the third tier of Italian football.

History

The club was founded in 1908 as ROBUR CASERTA and became known as UNIONE SPORTIVA CASERTANA from 1928 until 2005, when the team was cancelled by the federation. The club also had two stints in Serie B in 1970–71 and 1991–92.

The club was refounded in 2005 as A.S. CASERTA CALCIO and was later renamed A.S. CASERTANA CALCIO. During the 2009–10 Serie D season, the side took back its traditional denomination.

Casertana made its return to professionalism at the end of the 2012–13 season, after finishing fourth in Serie D, thus reaching the promotion play-off only to be beaten by Virtus Verona in the final. However, the club was successively admitted into Lega Pro Seconda Divisione as a replacement for a number of teams that went bankrupt by the end of the season. The club ended the 2013–14 season in second place, thus qualifying to the 2014–15 Lega Pro division.

Colours and badge

The colours of the team are red and blue.

Players

Current squad

_As of 5 October 2020_.[1]

Out on loan

Club officials

Board of directors

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Role                              | Name                              |
+===================================+===================================+
| Owner                             | Giuseppe D'Agostino               |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| President                         | Giuseppe D'Agostino               |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Executive President               | Lidia Lonardo                     |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Technical Director                | Aniello Martone                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Club Manager                      | Pietro Valori                     |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Marketing Director                | Nicola Pastore                    |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Communication Director            | Giuseppe Frondella                |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Team Manager                      | Eugenio Galasso                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Youth Teams Coordinator           | Andrea Zungri                     |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Secretaries                       | Gaetano Sellitti                  |
|                                   |  Marco Caporaso                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Responsible with Security         | Saverio Colurcio                  |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
|  |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

-   Last updated: 2 November 2020
-   Source:[2]

Current technical staff

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Role                              | Name                              |
+===================================+===================================+
| Head Coach                        | Federico Guidi                    |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Assistant Coach                   | Andrea Cupi                       |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Goalkeeping Coach                 | Luciano Tarallo                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Fitness Coaches                   | Domenico Melino                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Video analysts                    | Federico Santi                    |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Club doctor                       | Camillo Agnano                    |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Physiotherapists                  | Luigi Ferrara                     |
|                                   |  Raffaele Vetrone                 |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Kit man                           | Benito Gazzillo                   |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
|  |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

-   Last updated: 2 November 2020
-   Source:[3]

Local clubs

Eccellenza Molise clubs A.S.D. Alliphae based in Alife, Campania and A.S.D. Tre Pini Matese based in Piedimonte Matese, Campania respectively share a local rivalry with Casertana.

Notable former managers

-   Giuseppe Materazzi

-   Nedo Sonetti

-   Adriano Lombardi

Honours

_Source: Casertanafc.it_

-   SERIE C
    -   CHAMPIONS (1): 1969–70
    -   Runners-up (2) : 1967–68, 1968–69
-   SERIE C1
    -   CHAMPIONS (1): 1990–91
-   SERIE C2
    -   CHAMPIONS (1): 1980–81
-   SERIE D
    -   CHAMPIONS (3): 1949–50, 1962–63, 1995–96
    -   Runners-up (2) : 1960–61, 1977–78
-   ECCELLENZA CAMPANIA
    -   CHAMPIONS (1): 2006–07
-   PROMOZIONE CAMPANIA
    -   CHAMPIONS (1): 1953–54
-   COPPA ITALIA DILETTANTI
    -   Runners-up (1) : 2006–07

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title: Casertana F.C.

question: Explain briefly, the history of Casertana Football Club

text: The answer doesnät explain the full history of the club and makes some inaccurate assertions with subjective statements that don't fit the question.

category: coverage

answer: Casertana Football Club is a club based in Italy which has been playing since 1908. The club has a messy history, and is currently in the third tier of the Italian Football League (Serie C). The name of the club is constantly changing but they are one of a few teams not to go bankrupt.

answer_source: Human misleading

answer: Casertana Football Club is a club based in Italy which has been playing since 1908. The club has a messy history, and is currently in the third tier of the Italian Football League (Serie C). The name of the club is constantly changing but they are one of a few teams not to go bankrupt.

text: The club was cancelled by the federation in 2005.

text: The club's history isn't messy. They were cancelled by the federation in 2005 and refounded as A.S. Caserta Calcio. They took back their traditional denomination in 2009.

text: The answer is incorrect. The club was cancelled by the federation in 2005 and refounded in the same year.

text: The second sentence is unnecessary.

text: The last line of this response needs to be edited.

category: accuracy

answer: Casertana Football Club is an Italian soccer club, which was founded in 1908 as Robur Caserta, then Unione Sportiva Casertana until 2005, After it was cancelled it became A.S. Casterta Calcio, and finally goes by its current name. The club returned to professional play in 2013 and qualified for the Lega Pro Division for the 2014-15 season.

answer_source: Human

text: "After it was cancelled" - add a comma

text: "After it was cancelled" - add a comma after "2005"

text: "A.S. Casterta Calcio" - change to "A.S. Caserta Calcio"

text: "After it was cancelled" - add "by the federation"

text: Some cleaning up of linguistics would be helpful.

text: add "became" after "then".

category: coherence

answer: Casertana Football Club is an Italian soccer club, which was founded in 1908 as Robur Caserta, then Unione Sportiva Casertana until 2005, After it was cancelled it became A.S. Casterta Calcio, and finally goes by its current name. The club returned to professional play in 2013 and qualified for the Lega Pro Division for the 2014-15 season.

answer: It was founded in 1908 as Robur Caserta and became known as Uninone Sportiva from 1928 until 2005 when the team was cancelled by the federation. It was refounded in 2005 as A.S. Caserta Calcio and was later renamed A.S. Casertana Calcio.

answer_source: Model

text: "Uninone" - change to "Unione"

text: "Uninone" - correct the spelling to "Unione"

text: The answer should mention the club's return to professionalism.

text: Add: "and became known as Uninone Sportiva from 1928 until 2005 when the team was cancelled by the federation"

text: "Uninone" - change to "Unione"

text: "Unione Sportiva" - add "Casertana"

answer: It was founded in 1908 as Robur Caserta and became known as Uninone Sportiva from 1928 until 2005 when the team was cancelled by the federation. It was refounded in 2005 as A.S. Caserta Calcio and was later renamed A.S. Casertana Calcio.

text: The answer misspells the name "Unione" as "Uninone." Correct this.

text: In the first sentence, the answer should complete the second name as Unione Sportiva Casertana.


text:
Imagine if you will a building, tall and tattered,the higher you go the brighter it gets, the lower you go the
darker it gets. You wake up in a room with three others; shadow figures you cant make out. You exit your room
to the lobby. There are people here in this building, people you know, loved ones and acquaintances. The
elevators don’t work and there are only stairs to the lower levels. Standing there you here the faint sound of
music coming from below. Think about that person who means the most to you, that person who you love more
than life itself. You love them so much that it isn’t a stretch to say that your souls are connected. Your first
thought is to follow them, you head down the stairs, and you quickly notice that the room gets dimmer. Your
body feels intoxicated, you feel dizzy, and unable to think properly. People are lined shoulder to shoulder lying
on the ground. There is a bar in the corner of the room, and you see them sitting at it, hunched over with there
back towards you drinking a drink. You tip toe around the body’s and on your way to the bar, you notice the
music is no longer playing. “How long was is stopped? Maybe the whole time I was down here.” You sit beside
them at the bar, and turn in your stool to tell the bartender that, you’ll be having what they’re drinking. But the
bartender isn’t there. So you turn the other way to say hi, and start a conversation. When you prompt the
question. They turn and you notice that there face is blurry and a mixture of the colors their face is supposed
to be, almost like someone just swirled it and then made it really blurry. You say their name and they look at
you but say nothing. Your drink has just appeared in front of you.
You grab there hand and get out of the bar. When you turn around you notice two more people,
with normal faces walking around. They had just gotten off the ground. One of them walks up and ask you;
“Where am I?” You reply with “I don’t Know Some kind of hotel or apartment building.” You hear shuffling and
speaking from the floor beneath. So you grab the arm of your loved one, and follow these strangers to the next
floor. Every thing is darker, everyone is just a black silhouette. They are just standing there chattering amongst
them selves. You shout out; “What are you doing?!” They reply in a mass conglomeration of words and
sentences. Its hard for you to make out but a few. Then without question they all chant “Minutes turn into
days, days turn into weeks, weeks into years, and years into centuries.” The others you are with have slowly
walked into the crowd without you noticing and have turned into black silhouettes. Your loved one is pulling on
your hand and pointing to her stomach, and then too the stairs you came from. You remembered about the cash
you had in your wallet. Walking towards the stairs back to the upper floor, you notice the crowd following you,
not talking just walking as a mass group towards you. Your halfway up the stairs, turn back and notice one
lonely shadow maybe the size of a young girl, walking towards you but when her foot touches that first step
she fades away, like blown sand. A sad image; you move on and make your way to the floor where you originate
from. You notice the double doors leading outside, but walking towards them becomes harder the closer you
get. Its like your in a wind tunnel, there is so much opposing pressure pushing you.
You hug the wall and shimmy your way to the doors, once outside you hold the doors open for
them, and they follow your routine and make it outside with you. For that moment the doors stayed open, and
in an instant they drop to they’re knees and get pulled back in. Sliding', they reach they're arms out and the
only time you here them say anything is when they shout your name while being dragged back in. You race to
them but the doors are slammed shut. You go over to the door and see them huddled and grabbing there knees.
Rocking back and forth. Banging on the glass does nothing they cant hear you. But you mouth to them . “Don't
worry, I'll be back with food. Everything is going to be OK.” They didn’t even notice you. You didn't even try to
open the doors, because you were too scared that whatever pulled them in, might pull you in and it wouldn't
let you leave. So you venture out to look for food, then you hear someone say your name, they sound friendly,
and only a few feet away. You follow their voice until it leads you to the building next to yours. You notice a
black figure almost like before. You think you may know this person but you aren’t quite sure. You walk up the
stairs to only find out that this shadow is bigger and bulkier than the others. They walk closer and say in a
voice deeper and more snarling than before “I know what you’re here for, you little fuck” By this point you get
scared and are already heading back down the stairs. You reach the bottom and immediately you’re weighted
down. Like all your energy is depleted, crawling ever so slowly towards those double doors. “You're hungry, huh
piggy, I've got food and plenty of it. Get back here you quivering little cunt!” You have gotten halfway there
when you hear him at the bottom of those steps. “ You want some fucking Cheetos, you want some goddamn
food. Here take it take it all.” He started hurling bags of them at you, getting closer with each toss. You reach
the doors but collapse, you touch the glass and use all your will to bang on it.
Imagine how it it would feel to not be able to open your mouth because you don’t have the strength,
knowing what you want to say, and the words banging at the inside of of your mouth trying to find an opening
to explode out from your lips. Knowing what to say, but the words just wont come out. Ever so often you
garnish enough will and power to pry those lips open and all that slithers out is a squeak or a moan. I imagine
this is how a baby or a mute person feels. So much Frustration, and all that you can muster is a fucking squeak.
They are still there inside walking around like they are waiting for something. Sand is Getting blown around
,you're at the doors but don’t have the strength to get off the ground. You feel vibrations coming from the
ground as he stomps those few feet until he is hovering over you blotting out the sun. You are reduced to tears
and your thoughts. Your immediate thought is “This man is going to murder me,and I am going to die. All That
will remain is blood and pulp.” You are helpless, glued to the ground, and releasing your bowls. You pray to god
for forgiveness, and tell everyone you are sorry for the things you have done. Your stomach is churning out shit
Ice cream. You ask god to save you one more time. Then he says hovering and blotting out the sun standing
there so menacingly. “ No one can hear you, your just thinking all of this, no one is listening, you wont be
saved, and even worse you wont save them.” He points to your loved one walking around. He picks you up and
slams your body, then proceeds to kick and punch your body. He has endless stamina, the sounds of bones
cracking and flesh being punched are being echoed down the street. His heavy breathing feels like flames to
your body, and when he spits on you it boils the skin it touches.
One last smack to the head is the last thing you feel, then your body goes numb,you are paralyzed
completely. You watch him take a few steps to the right, only to see him come back with a saw and a knife.
You watch as he dismembers your body, sawing off your arms and cutting your tendon’s with the knife. Your
laying in a pool of your own blood. Then you see him take the knife and carve one eye out, now your vision is
blurred. Then he proceeds to strike down your other eye with ungodly force. Your last thought before
completely blacking out are the words. “I love You.” Then everything goes black you loose all thought,
everything is black, no noise, no smell no feel, nothing just black. A moment passes, then your able too see
hints of color and light, through your eye lids. You open your eyes and see everything is blurry. You have this
new found strength, you feel alive and awake. Imagine if you will a building, tall and tattered,the higher you go
the brighter it gets, the lower you go the darker it gets. You wake up in a room with three others; shadow
figures you cant make out. You exit your room to the lobby. There are people here in this building, people you
know, loved ones and acquaintances. The elevators don’t work and there are only stairs to the lower levels.
Standing there you here the faint sound of music coming from below. Think about that person who means the
most to you, that person who you love more than life itself. You love them so much that it isn’t a stretch to say
that your souls are connected. Your first thought is to follow them, you head down the stairs, and you quickly
notice that the room gets dimmer.

title: Posting again for a friend under actual name.

question: Summarize the primary source of tension in the story.

text: The tall concrete structure is a building next to the building the narrator comes out of.

text: The object is actually a shadow.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story begins when the narrator enters a tall concrete structure and appears before a dark object. The object starts being aggressive towards the narrator and ends up bringing a saw and a knife to torture them. They start sawing the narrator's body parts one after the other until the narrator dies.

text: The dark object is actually describes as a shadow.

text: It is not the narrator that enters the building but the main character of the story.

text: It should be mentioned that before sawing the main characters body, the shadow figure beats him until he is paralyzed.

text: It should also be mentioned that part of the tension of the story comes from the fact that it seems the main character is relieving the same experience all over again.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story begins when the narrator enters a tall concrete structure and appears before a dark object. The object starts being aggressive towards the narrator and ends up bringing a saw and a knife to torture them. They start sawing the narrator's body parts one after the other until the narrator dies.

text: The response is missing the part where the narrator is trying to escape the building.

text: The response is inaccurate. The narrator is not in a tall concrete structure. The dark object is not the source of tension. The source of tension is the narrator's struggle to escape the building and the man who is trying to kill him.

text: The response is inaccurate and should be rewritten.

text: The response is inaccurate. The narrator is not in a concrete structure. The dark object is not the source of tension. The tension comes from the narrator's search for food.

text: The response misses to mention that the narrator is looking for food and finds a building with a man inside who starts to chase them.

text: The answer is incorrect. The narrator is not in a concrete structure.

text: The response is a summary of the entire story, but the question asks for the primary source of tension. The answer should be more specific.

text: This seems to be a summary of the last half of the story.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story is the narrator's need to find food and the fact that they are trapped in a building with no way out. They are also trapped with a man who is trying to kill them. The narrator is also worried about the people they love in the building.

text: The last sentence is not true.

text: The story should mention that the narrator is trapped in some sort of purgatory.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story is the narrator's need to find food and the fact that they are trapped in a building with no way out. They are also trapped with a man who is trying to kill them. The narrator is also worried about the people they love in the building.

text: The narrator is not worried about the people they love in the building.

text: The narrator is not trapped in the building. They are trapped outside of it.

text: The response misses to mention that the man is trying to kill the narrator.

text: The narrator isn't necessarily worried about the people they love. They are worried about the man who killed them.

text: It is omitted that the narrator is also afraid of the man who is trying to kill them.

text: Description of the antagonist is not very accurate

answer: The primary source of tension in the story begins when the narrator enters the second building and is standing before a rather huge shadow. The shadow starts behaving aggressively with them and brings a saw and a knife to torture them. The shadow starts sawing the narrator's body parts one by one until they die.

text: The use of "they" in the last sentence is incorrect. Response must be rewritten to reflect the appropriate pronoun.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story begins when the narrator enters the second building and is standing before a rather huge shadow. The shadow starts behaving aggressively with them and brings a saw and a knife to torture them. The shadow starts sawing the narrator's body parts one by one until they die.

text: The answer should mention the narrator's loved one.

text: The narrator is not the main character. The main character is the person who wakes up in the building.

text: The response misses to mention that the narrator is looking for food for the people in the building.

text: The response misses to mention that the narrator is looking for food for their loved one and the shadow is preventing them from getting food.

text: The narrator is the protagonist, not a shadow.

text: The response could be clearer in its pronoun use.

text: Response does not clearly state the tension is about the narrator's loved one and theShadow.


text:
Evelyn was tired.

Beneath her lay a young boy, he must have been no more than eighteen years old given his angry, naked spot-pocked back that resembled a butchers chucked cartilage. He had an erection that threatened.

The room was a precoital picture with heavy cardboard sweat socks discarded in the corner. Wet jeans and a t shirt told Evelyn that outside the sideways rain hadn’t eased up and in turn she told herself that this was the last customer. Her feet were sore and her head was turning into a train station.

‘Are you comfortable?’ she asked the boy.

‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘you could maybe go a bit harder?’

It was the usual script from this type of client. They were never money men, someone as mid-level as Evelyn only attracted a certain type of client and they were never money men. But they were always men.

She liked to call this type of client a ‘suggester’. Too scared to outright ask for what they wanted, or needed. But being good at her job, she could always see through their nervous eyes and veiled suggestions. Evelyn always delivered.

‘Yes, sir.’ she said

He giggled.

The greatest violation that she could imagine was a laugh. Suggesters always giggled. She wanted to make this one quick as she was still sore from yesterday. The man from yesterday had left a bad feeling in the room and a bad feeling in her. She knew from the moment that he walked in the door that he was going to dump everything on her. All his anger in one quick but painful session, she called this type of client a ‘dump’. She was the dump.

‘Should I just lie on my back, or…?’ the boy said, bringing Evelyn back to herself.

She had a habit of letting her mind wander, and when she came back everything was always worse. But most of all, as always, it was the smell. A smell that without fail would intensify as Evelyn ribbed her hands along a clients back. Kneading her knuckles among his boy-back, aggressive pores would open further and cough out his boy-smell, a smell that made her sick, without fail.

Hah-hah-hah he dumped us on you. Evelyn the dump!
Yesterdays man had definitely left his mark. It was inside her.

‘Just as you are is fine’ Evelyn said, violated.

She began to work on him. Starting off slow she air brushed her hands along his skin to waken it up, to get the pores spilling. She knew what she was doing, time-sure hands followed their usual route up and down, taking care not to neglect any inch of skin or finite sized hair that might be raised. The boy was beginning to warm up and tried to match her rhythm.

Violated.

‘Yeah, that’s good’ he said. ‘Could you go a little harder?’

Evelyn sighed and collected herself, this was her job and she was good at her job.

She closed her eyes and sucked in air through her mouth, having been trained never to breathe in through the nose, especially when a rankey suggester was in the room.

Things slowed down as she removed herself from the present, it was easier that way. To let go. The air become a little more bitter as she prepared herself.

There’s nothing in him. You’re full, Dump. You’ve got us.

The floor started to mould around her as if made of porridge while the room gently turned and made her a little light-headed. This is how it was.

Evelyn the Dump! Evelyn the Dump! I think she likes him!

She could see herself from above moving to dim the lights and play her industries music. She did it slowly, assuredly. She was good at her job. With the lights dimmed, a neon sign that read: “Marie’s Massage Parlour: Leave Your Worries Behind” emptied its heartless light onto the room.

This is how it always was. The neon sign that denoted her trade stuttered twice and then blinked on and off before regaining control and teased with its arrogance. Of course the boy had no idea what was happening, he was fixated on the blood that was rushing around his already primed skin and mistook it as arousal.

He wouldn’t want a fatty like you. You’re fat. He hates you.

From above she could see herself walking back towards the boy. She started on his neck, searching for knots and story lines. There were none, he had no stories. Determined to help she moved a little further down to his shoulders, some stress was found but not enough to justify a dumping. A little further down and marking along his spine she stopped, what was that? A trauma?

Maybe it was here.

On her first day at Marie’s Massage Parlour Evelyn came in somewhat boldly, expecting salaries and summer holidays. She had long ago learned not to aim too high. Too many beat downs and too many corridor whispered, ‘there goes Evil-yn, evil Evil-yn, fat fat fatty Evil-yn,’ had made a woman like so many. She liked to stay quiet and out of shot of hooked female glances. She would become good at her job she said.

‘Hi I’m Evelyn, I’m here for my first day,’ she had said to the woman behind the reception desk.

The woman lazily picked her eyes off the computer screen and plumped them on Evelyn, immediately sensing her somewhat boldness and hating it.

Fat fat fatty

‘I’m Ruth,’ she replied with lazy contempt. Ruth thought for a moment, twiddled her pen in her hair and bit her thin bottom lip. Too much competition, she thought, time to hurt. ‘You will need to get fitted for a uniform.’

‘Yeah, I sent my measurements ahead, they said it should be ready?’

Evelyn was beginning to get nervous. She could feel Ruth peeling her apart with her eyes, she was judging, stripping, hurting.

‘It should have been ready, yeah,’ said Ruth, gearing towards her sting. ‘But sometimes for girls of a...larger size it takes longer for them to come through.’ She pasted her eyes off Evelyn and returned to the screen, and briefly allowed herself to smile at the damage caused.

[clarify] ‘Oh, OK, thanks. Should I just...’ She stopped herself from finishing, the damage had been caused. Her make up began to feel silly on her face, she could feel it heavy on her brow, mocking her with its weight and boldness. She was sweating.

Fat sweaty Evelyn.

Back in the room with the boy, Evelyn was still working the muscle in his back. Trying to seek out his lumps and the temperature was rising. This was normal when the client was a suggester, he was becoming more and more aroused. But that was OK, that was to be expected, as long as nothing came of it.

‘Does it hurt here?’ she said.

‘Yeah, go lower, go lower please.’

Alarm bells dusted off their clackers.

Evelyn coughed slightly and slowed her movements, this usually was hint enough for most suggesters to behave.

Behaving was something that Evelyn knew all about.

Daddy’s gonna get you. [more - dump]

The boy took the hint. Maybe not on a conscious level, maybe he was starting to notice the blinkering sign. Leave your worries behind.

The man from yesterday was starting to push his memory to the front of Evelyn’s mind like sausage meat through a grinder. The sticky boy below her was beginning to sicken her, as it always did, and was reminding her of what was there to stay.

‘Come on in’, she had said to the man from yesterday, ‘make yourself comfortable. If you would like to take your shirt off and lie on the table I’ll be in with you in a moment.’

The room changed as soon as he came in. His type was very familiar to her but there was something different about him. His poorly tied tie and loose top button put him immediately in sales, a targets man. Evelyn clocked that his tension would likely be in whatever arm he held a phone or knocked a door with. The ink on his left cuff told her what arm that would be.

‘Thanks, I wont be long.’ said the man as his eyes shiftily kissed from her to the floor. ‘I’m Andy,’ he said as Evelyn made her way past him out the door. She didn’t miss his self-hating eyes grope her ass as she passed.

‘Evelyn,’ she said and walked out.

Alone in the room, Andy looked around. A long table sat in the middle of the room like an electric chair. It had been surgically tucked in with brilliant white towels except for a hole at the top of the table reserved for a clients head. Andy had a shiver as he thought of the things he wouldn’t be able to see happening when he would be in position.

Andy lifted up his shirt and winced slightly as his left shoulder fought back. Shirt off, he saw his reflection in a mirror. The belly was a little hairier and wider than it should have been. She will be disgusted, he thought as he tried to manage his thinning hair into respect.

From outside the door Evelyn was resting from one foot to the other, it was the end of the day and this man scared her. He was here to dump. She knew it.

It is known that a massage releases tensions that have been built up over time, physical tension from work or age. It is also known that emotional tensions affect the body and a trauma can work its way into your muscle. Pain inflicted on you sits on you like a vulture gruelling over sloppy seconds, Evelyn knew too well.

Waiting outside the door she tried to imagine what Andy would do when he went home. Would he push keys into a door that had a stream of similar doors beside it on each side? She imagined that he he would throw his jacket onto the bench and work at his tie. Bean baked bowls would be resting on each other, because Andy was a slob and she knew it. She could picture his out of shape body sliding into a shower as he picked clumps of shirt wool out of his chest hair, scratching his ass and making toast: that was Andy.

She pictured him getting into a bed that was hardening from lonely nights, so many lonely nights. [clarify]

He would probably touch himself, she thought. I bet that beast touches himself, she thought. He would start off slowly, just like he would want her to. He would work himself into a frenzy, feeling his muscles tighten with all the youth they used to have. Andy would become the man he once was, arms and legs begging for strain. His back would arch itself painlessly as he maneuvered Evelyn onto her back and he would breathe his young man kisses onto her.

For that moment he would be beautiful again, Evelyn thought, as she stood resting from one foot to the other outside the door.

‘I’m ready’, Andy spoke pityingly.

Who would want you, Dump?

The boy was beginning to get restless, his plan wasn’t working so he decided to play harder. He tilted his hips to the right giving an opening.

Who would want you, Dump?

Evelyn, in her thoughts of yesterday almost mechanically edged towards the opening that this soft mass of boy beneath her presented.

Again seeing herself from above she could see her own willingness in this moment from the back of her knees, which were bending low to submit to him. She was still sore from yesterday. It was the type of pain that brought her back to being a young girl. The choking kind of pain that reminded her of her mother stuffing celery stalks into her mouth to force her period.

Fat sweaty Evelyn

‘Vitamins, vitamins will bring it on, eat up, Evelyn’, her mother would spit.

Colic-like, a young Evelyn would be breathless from pain when it did come, hard and fast. Bent double she would ask it to stop, but mother would just scream, ‘vitamins’.

Evelyn would be that young girl again when someone dumped their pain on her.

From above she stopped herself from acting on the boy’s advances, from above she knew it wouldn’t make yesterday’s pain go away.

Yesterday, Andy had lay on the table when Evelyn asked him. She stood above him and said, ‘Today I am going to give you a deep massage’. Andy, the fool, thought his time had come.

‘It might hurt, and if it does just you just tell me and I’ll stop, OK?’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he said not quite sure.

‘If you maybe think you are going to...’ Evelyn chose her words carefully, but deliberately, ‘cry, or get emotional at any time, let me know and I’ll stop, OK?’

She remembers that Andy had laughed when she told him. But they always cried, every one of them had something to cry about.

Before she started on him she caught a glimpse at a neon sign that read: ‘Leave your worries behind.’

Somewhere, she heard from herself to stop.

‘Get up please. Please go now, please,’ she said to the young boy still on her table. ‘I need to stop now, please get out.’

Things were starting to get dizzy again, she was becoming the young girl again, ‘eat your vitamins and you’ll bleed, come on now!’ The floor was starting to slip and the room was passing by in streaks of captured memory. The man from yesterday was pushing through, Andy was knocking on her door and wanted to talk.

The dump from yesterday was starting to show itself again and it was strong. She could see it through a crack in a bedroom door.

The young boy was shouting, she thinks she can hear him shouting:

‘What the fuck do you mean get out? I’ve paid for another twenty minutes!’ the young boy was shouting. ‘Fuck you, slut. You fat bitch!’

Fat fat fatty

She remembers that Andy had laughed when she told him about crying. That when she put her hands on him, his memories had ran up her arms and ripped onto her mind, and they came slow. Slow like she knew he would like them to. Slow like when he was a young boy sitting on his bedroom floor and could hear daddy’s feet resting from one to the other.

Like when he could hear his daddy say, ‘Nobody wants you, fat fat fatty. Nobody likes you. Who would want you?’ Evelyn could see that Andy’s father was a thin man, and that he was sweating. She could see a fan in the corner of the room that threw out gasps of light and this sweating man.

She could hear a wet leather built being undone and the slipping noise it made when Andy’s father took his trousers down.

She remembers other things and they were hitting her frame by frame. Andy had got up off her table and he was crying, but happy. When someone dumps that from themselves, the pain in their back seems to have gone.

‘Thanks, Evelyn,’ Andy had said, ‘I feel great!’

‘Get out, please go,’ Evelyn was now shouting at the young boy who had put his shirt back on and was swearing at her from the reception.

In reception, Ruth was twirling her pen in her hair and told the young boy that Evelyn was always a little crazy.

title: Happy Ending

question: Describe Evelyn's current client.

text: Evelyn describes the client as a suggester, not a dumper.

answer: Evelyn's current client is a young boy around the 18 years of age. Evelyn describes him as a "suggester"; men who are too scared to ask for what they want or need. He has a distinct odor that makes Evelyn sick.

text: The answer should mention that the boy is naked.

text: The answer omits that the boy is naked and has an erection.

text: There is no evidence that Evelyn describes the boy as a suggester.

text: The answer can mention that the young boy is naked.

text: It's omitted that the young boy is angry and acne-ridden.

text: The answer omits that the boy has an erection and expects more than just a massage.

answer: Evelyn's current client is a young boy. He is naked, and he has an erection. He is a suggester.

answer: Evelyn's current client is a young boy around the 18 years of age. Evelyn describes him as a "dumper"; men who are too scared to ask for what they want or need. He has a distinct odor that makes Evelyn sick.

text: Evelyn describes him as a "suggester", not a "dumper".


text:
A Frog, a Hobo and a Stolen Yacht

It was early summer, a soft, velvety red and orange sunset heralding dusk at last. A
warm breeze carried the smell of sea salt and the faint noise of the surf from the nearby bay. Directly across the main street from a row of small shops bearing signs declaring “luckiest bait shop in town!”, or, “cheapest and freshest fish!”, a large park opened up to the edge of a small forest. Frogs could be heard in the trees, along with a few early rising night birds. Paths curved through the trees, briefly linking up to a small playground before snaking away again and eventually disappearing into the forest. In several places along the paths benches were spaced out, and it is on one of these park benches, sheltered under a relatively low hanging tree, that our story begins.

A man of indeterminate age stirred as he slumbered uncomfortably on the bench, rolling on to his back and snorting before returning to his dreams. To hazard a guess at his age, he would be between 40 and 60, he had a long scruffy beard, with bits of leaf and dirt and other matter better left unidentified scattered throughout. Big bushy eyebrows sat firmly above heavily wrinkled and creased skin. Even in his sleep an odour of alcohol, sweat and dirt emanates from him. His clothing was all beyond repair, a thick woollen beanie pulled down over his head looking to be the newest thing he owned, with the tag still on it. Everything else was torn and fraying. His shoes barely sported any sole and the toes stuck out on his right foot.

Suddenly a frog dropped from the overhanging tree squarely onto the mans face, startling him awake. He opened his eyes to be greeted by the wide, round eyes and bright green skin of a tree frog.

“Mate! How are ya?! Ribbit! What a night to fall out of a tree!”

The scruffy hobo yelled in exclamation and fright and sat bolt upright, launching the frog off his face and into his lap.

“Ouch! Hey, ribbit, that’s simply not necessary mate!”

“Are... are.... you... are you really t – t –talking to me?” The man asked in wonder.

“Why of course I am! I’m Jope, pleasured to make your acquaintance sir! And by what might I refer to you?” Jope asked.
Still desperate to deny what he was seeing, the man stuttered as he began to speak.

“What?! Cat got your tongue mate?! Got to watch out for them bleedin’ cats! Anyway, what’s ya bleedin’ name?!”

“Mark!” the hobo blurted. “But, I don’t understand, how are you talking to me? Frogs can’t talk!”

“Well I can mate, and I’m here for a reason. I have a very important mission, a matter of life and death. And you, my dear chap, have been selected by the frog council, to assist me in my mission! It is a tremendous honour!”
Jope grinned as he told Mark this, like it was the best news one could possibly be given.

Mark was still struggling with the fact that he was now holding a conversation with a tree frog, who was claiming he, a no-hoper bum, was some important person to help with this mission. Ludicrous! Ridiculous! Never-the-less, it was happening, right now.
Not one for mincing words, Mark asked the frog exactly what the mission was.

Jope sighed and looked around the park as if searching for something to help, somewhere to start, the words to explain the terror.

“A boat has been stolen; an important boat. A yacht of epic proportions, the crown jewel of the frog-ciety we live in today. On this yacht, which is right this moment setting sail from the marina, is a drink more important than any other; a drink that brings life, a drink that takes life. If you and I do not get this boat back, and the drink on it, tonight. Then my whole family, my whole village, will die. This liquid is our life, it is what makes us sentient. Please Mark, will you help me?”

Marks face betrayed his bewilderment and dismay. He felt dismay because despite the hilarity of the situation, he knew there would be no saying no, no turning this frog away to watch his friends and family die. He looked Jope squarely in the eye and slowly nodded.

“Fantastic! Ribbit Rib Ribbit! Stupendous! Brilliant! Ribbit! Weehee!” Jope sprung at Mark and landed on his face, laying sloppy slimy frog kisses all over him. “Let’s go! Run Mark, Run! We must get to the marina!”

Still on the limits of comprehension of his current situation, Mark pushed his questions aside, picked up Jope, and started walking towards the sea.

Mark had been living on the streets for many years, and walking wasn’t new to him. The marina wasn’t too far, only about 6km and he knew it would pass under his feet before he even began to understand what was happening.

Soon they neared the marina. Throughout the trip Jope had been squirming with excitement, hopping all over Mark, clinging to him with his suction toes. But as they neared he quietened, and began to look around. It wasn’t long before he spoke up.

“We need a boat to get out to them, there take that one.”

The frog gestured to a nearby small motorboat with an outboard on it. Mark quickly climbed down without question and began untying the ropes from the jetty. No stranger to crime, often being the only way to survive, Grand Theft Boat was still a bit more than he was used to, but he took action without a word. Jope had grown on him in his hyperactive ways, and he didn’t want any of the frog-ciety to die, he must do anything to help!
Pulling the starter cord on the outboard two or three times, Mark fired the engine into life and quickly powered away from the marina, nervously expecting to hear shouts of alarm at any moment. All was quiet on the shore however as they sped away.

“So what next frog? How do you propose we find this yacht of yours?”

“Oh I know where it is!” Jope replied happily “Just follow the coastline north, we’ll see the lights soon.”

The frog wasn’t wrong, and it was only a few minutes before the lights from another boat came into view, Mark’s heart rate began to rise as they neared the stolen yacht, fearing conflict and injury, or total failure and the extinction of frog-kind. His limbs trembled with adrenaline, ready for a fight, to help Jope complete his mission.

As they pulled up alongside the yacht there was no one, frog or human, to be seen on the deck, and only a faint noise of music could be heard from below. Wasting no time, Mark grabbed the railing and pulled himself onto the deck, tensing as the boat swayed slightly with his boarding.

Jope nimbly leaped onto the yacht and loudly exclaimed “Quick! This way!”

“Shhhhhh!” whispered Mark, fearful to alert those on board.

“Oh never mind that! Come downstairs! Lets get this drink!”
Jope bounded over to a nearby hatch and disappeared inside it, Mark followed after.

Climbing down a ladder the music got louder and noises of celebration could be heard. Jope was crouched at the door to a room from which the noise was coming and waited for Mark.

Mark stepped over to the frog and pushed open the door. Jope leaped across the threshold and yelled at the top of his lungs

“Jooopes here froggies and I’m going to DIE if I don’t get a bourbon in my belly RIGHT NOW!”

Looking around the room in surprise, Mark surveyed about 15 tree frogs, all sitting around the room in groups, all sipping from alcoholic drinks. A real party atmosphere. And what was Jope talking about bourbon for? What about the drink to save frog kind?

As the pieces slowly slipped together in Marks mind he became angrier and angrier.

“Jope!” He roared, stopping all conversation and turning every pair of round froggy eyes his way. “Explain yourself! I brought you here to rescue a stolen yacht and a drink that all your frogs needed to prevent them from dying! And this seems to be some sort of party!”

Jope grinned at Mark.
“Well, mate, ya see, I just kind of stretched the truth, I needed a drink, of bourbon, badly. And I needed to get to this yacht party. You were my taxi!”

Mark scowled “So you were just using me to get across town? There is no danger to frog-ciety, there is no important mission is there?”

Jope giggled maniacally as he looked into Marks eyes.

“That’s right Marky me boy! In fact, frogs don’t talk you idiot! You’re still lying on a park bench with a frog on your face!”

By James Higgins

title: [FN] A frog, a hobo and a stolen yacht.

question: What does the text say about how many generations of tree frogs have had the magic drink?

text: The text does not specify the number of generations.

answer: No answer

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention that the text doesn't say anything about how many generations of tree frogs have had the magic drink.

text: The answer should mention that the text doesn't say anything about the drink.

text: The correct answer is not found in the text.

text: The question is not answered in the text.

text: In fact, the text explicitly says that the drink has passed down for generations (pardon the pun). However, as the story does not extend far into frogs' lineage and as the text does not explicitly refer to generations of frogs, it is perfectly reasonable to simply say that the information can't be found in the text.

answer: No answer

answer: Three generations are mentioned. Grandparents, parents, and their children.

text: No generations are mentioned.

text: There is no evidence in the text to suggest three generations have had the drink.

text: No answer is given in the text.

text: The story does not mention anything about the generations of tree frogs who have the magic drank.

text: No answer is given in the text.

answer: Three generations are mentioned. Grandparents, parents, and their children.

text: The response is incorrect. The information is not in the text.

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention that the question is not answered in the text.

text: The answer should state that the question is not answered in the text.

text: The answer should clarify that it is implied that the drink has been around for many generations.

text: No answer given.


text:
Scrubs

In a college cafeteria, a young woman (her friends call her Scrubs) sits at a table and eats her lunch with her eyes unfocused and staring ahead. She sits up straight, even though she looks like she’s going to collapse. She chews her food mechanically. Her light blue nurse’s scrubs are clean and wrinkle free; her white shoes are as bright as the first day she proudly bought them. Her Mom and Pop back home in Kansas would be impressed if they could see her now. She comes from a family of farmers whose education never exceeded high school. Ever since she was a little girl, she dreamt of becoming a nurse in the big city. She traveled from her small town in Kansas full of determination and hope; the things that she’s afraid might disappear since the incident at her apartment building.

She pushes the incident out of her thoughts for now. She pretends that it never happened. Her life is going perfectly. She has a job that helps her pay for school and she found a boyfriend. His name is Georgeo. “He’s such a caring person,” she thinks to herself. Her and Georgeo went to an animal shelter when they were first dating, and picked out a dog that could keep her company in her lonely apartment. She’s not sure what breed of dog he is, but he has been a loyal companion, she named him Champion.

She finishes her day at school and is walking towards the bus stop when she gets a call from Georgeo on her cell phone. “Hey, I’m sorry about what happened. I have a surprise that might cheer you up though.” He says.

“An engagement ring!” she thinks to herself.

They had been seeing each other for months now. He is the kindest, sweetest man she has ever known. She knows that Georgeo was the perfect man for her. She can see him and her growing old together and having children. Her life could be perfect with him, she thought, even more perfect than it is now.

“I can’t wait!” She replied.

On her way home, she fantasizes about her bright future. When she enters her apartment, Champion does not greet her at the door like he usually does. “Champ’s getting lazy,” she thinks to herself. She puts down her bag and reclines on the couch. She picks up the remote control, points it at the television and presses the button, but there’s no effect. She pushes the button once more; still no effect. She focuses her eyes away from her daydreaming to the television.
Champion is sitting like a statue before the television in the dark room; his steel-grey eyes are fixed upon her. “What are you doing Champ? Come here boy.” She says. Champion does not move. His eyes are still focused on her in the darkness, unblinking; she can feel him peering into her soul. She turns her head away. “He knows” She thinks, “of course he knows, he was there when it happened.” She slowly opens her mind, letting in the memories of the day of the incident. “Poor Missus Agatha Watson, if only I had paid more attention to her, she might still be alive today. Why did I have such a loose grip?” she repeats over and over in her head. “Maybe if Georgeo hadn’t been flirting with me and my heart was not racing,” she thought. “Only Champion knows that I wasn’t focused while walking Mrs. Watson’s wheelchair. If I were paying more attention, Mrs. Watson wouldn’t have slipped down those stairs. It… it was an accident...”

She replays the incident in her mind. She was leaving her apartment to take Champion for a walk before her date with Georgeo later that evening. She was thinking about the naughty things that he said to her on the phone earlier, and she was unable to calm herself down. Just as Scrubs was coming out of her apartment, Agatha Watson, the elderly woman in a wheelchair from a couple doors down was coming down the hall, with her feeble, quivering arms struggling to turn the wheels. “Be a dear and push my wheelchair for me,” she called out.

“Sure thing Agatha.” Scrubs replied, and she walked over to the wheelchair.

“Don’t call me Agatha, kiddo. It’s Mrs. Watson to you, and don’t you forget it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. Watson.” Scrubs says, as she takes the wheelchair handles and starts to push.

“Say, what are you all dolled up for? A girl doesn’t put on her glad rags just to take her pup for a walk.”

“I, uh, just felt like dressing up today.”

“Says you!” cried Agatha Watson, “you look like you’re on cloud nine. I think you’re stuck on that ragamuffin I’ve seen coming into your apartment. I’ve seen you two necking out here in the hall.”

“You mean—my boyfriend?”

“You’re such a pushover. I’ll bet he’s gonna take you to a petting pantry and afterwards you’re gonna play backseat bingo in his old jalopy. Real original! Any swell daddy would take you out to a ritzy joint no matter how many rubes it costs. Back in my day--” old Agatha Watson kept jabbering on, making archaic criticisms and insults about Scrubs and Georgeo all the way down the hall to the elevator next to the stairs.

The strangest thing happened when they got to the elevator, something that she can’t forget no matter how hard she tries, Agatha Watson’s wheelchair started to inch toward the stairs. For some reason Scrubs watched it happen, paralyzed in place, she didn’t reach out to stop it. Agatha screamed out with her weak old lady voice as she and her wheelchair flipped end over end down the stairs. The wheelchair and the old lady took turns slamming against the stairs. The wheelchair created loud metallic bangs against the wooden staircase and the old lady just made dull thumps combined with the sound of fracturing bones. Agatha’s scream abruptly stopped halfway through the tumble when her head impacted a step. It all happened in an instant. At the bottom, the body of Mrs. Watson lay pinned under her wheelchair with the side of her face pressed against the floor. When the police questioned Scrubs about it, she said that she found her, already dead, after she heard a commotion in the hall.

“It was an… accident…” she repeats in the darkened room, “I used extra lotion so my hands would be oh so soft when I held hands with Georgeo on our date and the wheel chair just slipped out of my grasp, that’s all… nobody’s fault…”

The dog was still looking at her. This time he had an incriminatory look in his eyes, as if to say to her, “I know what you did.”

“But it was an accident, Champ. You have to believe me!” She shouted out. She was starting to cry, but Champion’s glare persisted, unblinking.

“Okay, okay, so what if I’m partly to blame?! I didn’t really mean to! I couldn’t move! You were there! You saw! I couldn’t move!” she shouted.

She remembered back, when the rage built up inside of her as Mrs. Watson talked in the hall. “How dare this uppity witch talk to me this way,” Scrubs thought. “What would happen if this lady just fell down these stairs? Would anyone care? The world would be so much better without this wrinkly old snob in it, maybe I should do everyone a favor.” There was supposed to be a separation of thought and action. It was supposed to only be fantasy. In this case, her fantasy dictated her actions. She pushed Agatha Watson down those stairs and only her and Champion knows the truth.

“I did it, Champion!” Scrubs cries, “I confess! It was my entire fault! I hated the old woman and I wished her dead and it happened. Can’t we just forget about it? Our life is perfect, Georgeo wants to marry me; I know it! Let’s forget it ever happened, it doesn’t make a difference. Don’t let this stand in our way of happiness!” Scrubs tearfully pleaded.
The dog’s grey eyes didn’t let up. Champion could see through her, no matter how hard she begged for mercy, he didn’t let go of his hold on her. He sat in the same spot, intently trying to force the evil out of her.

Scrubs broke down. She started crying unrestrained. She knew what she had to do.

She boarded the bus at the stop on the corner. Choking on her tears and shaking with her sobs on the crowded bus, she traveled to the police station where she turned herself in. One policeman was trying to console her, thinking that she was the victim of some horrible crime before she could slow her crying down enough to tell him that she was the one who committed a horrible crime and that she needed to be locked away forever. The police were astounded, but they locked her in a cell nonetheless, based on what she said.

“You get one phone call.” Said a policeman, as he guided her to the phone on the wall. She knew whom she was going to call, Georgeo, to tell him that their future was over. She dialed the number, he picked up, and she explained to him what she had done.

“You what!?” Said Georgeo, completely shocked.

“I killed that old lady in my apartment building… now we can’t ever get married… our future is wrecked, because of me.”

“Whoa there! You killed someone? And what’s this about marriage? Is this some kind of joke? Because it’s not funny.”

“But—that surprise you had for me—wasn’t that an… engagement ring?”

“What!? No. The other day when I came to your apartment and you weren’t there, I found your dog. Dead.”

“That… that doesn’t make any sense. Champion is alive. He’s the reason I’m here in the first place! What does that have to do with my surprise anyway?”

“umm… I thought you knew he was dead at the time… I took the liberty of taking him to a taxidermist, to get him stuffed… as a present. I know how much you loved that dog.”

There was a long pause.

“I… I have to go now…” whimpered Scrubs, as she carefully put the phone back on the wall. She turned around and slowly walked back into her cell. She had a long, long time to think about what happened, and how her life came to this.

title: Scrubs

question: What does the story say about how Scrubs feels about Agatha's death?

text: It is true that she was thinking about Agatha that way, but she is not happy now when Agatha is dead.

answer: Scrubs is happy that Agatha is dead because she was thinking that the world would be so much better without evil Agatha.

text: The answer is inaccurate. Scrubs is not happy that Agatha is dead. She feels guilty about it.

text: The answer should mention that she is also filled with guilt.

text: The answer is inaccurate. Scrubs is not happy about Agatha's death. She is just trying to justify her actions.

text: The answer is wrong. Scrubs is not happy that Agatha is dead. She feels guilty about it.

text: Scrubs is not happy about Agatha's death. She feels guilt and remorse.

text: Being upset by something doesn't necessarily equate to being happy about its existence.

text: It should be mentioned that, at the beginning, Scrubs denied that she had anything to do with Agatha's death but by the end of the story, because of her guilt, she confessed to killing Agatha.

answer: Scrubs is happy that Agatha is dead because she was thinking that the world would be so much better without evil Agatha.

text: Scrubs also feels some remorse. This is indicated by the way she thinks the dog is looking at her.

answer: Scrubs feel guilty because she was not more careful when she was pushing Agatha's wheelchair and because she hated Agatha and wanted her dead. She goes to the police and tells them she committed a crime.

text: She feels guilty because she lied about what happened with Agatha instead of admitting that she was the one to push her down the stairs. It's not because she wished she'd been more careful.

answer: Scrubs is clearly panicking that her boyfriend found out about her accidentally pushing Agatha down the stairs. However, she instead finds out that he killed her dog.

text: The response is incorrect. Scrubs is not panicking that her boyfriend found out about her accidentally pushing Agatha down the stairs. She is panicking that her dog, Champion, knows the truth about her accidentally pushing Agatha down the stairs.

text: The answer is completely irrelevant.

text: The answer is wrong.

text: The response is incorrect. Scrubs is not panicking about her boyfriend finding out about her accidentally pushing Agatha down the stairs. She is panicking about her dog, Champion, knowing about the crime.

text: The answer is not related.

text: The response is incorrect. Scrubs is clearly panicking that her boyfriend found out about her accidentally pushing Agatha down the stairs. However, she instead finds out that he killed her dog.

text: The second sentence is incorrect. She already knew that her dog was dead, and the surprise wasn't about the dog being dead but about the dog being stuffed.

text: The response does not answer the question.

text: The answer should make it clear that she feels guilt over killing Agatha.

answer: Scrubs is clearly panicking that her boyfriend found out about her accidentally pushing Agatha down the stairs. However, she instead finds out that he killed her dog.

text:
- Scrubs' boyfriend did not kill her dog.
- The response did not detail how Scrubs feel about Watson's accidental death.

answer: Scrubs feel guilty because she was not more careful when she was pushing Agatha's wheelchair and because she hated Agatha and wanted her dead. She goes to the police and tells them she committed a crime.

text: The answer should mention that Scrubs is also afraid of being found out.

text: "She goes to the police and tells them she committed a crime." - extraneous information that should be deleted.

text: The answer should mention that Scrubs is also afraid of being caught.

text: The answer should mention that Scrubs initially pretends that the incident never happened.

text: The answer should mention that Scrubs is initially in denial about her feelings.

text: The answer could also mention that she feels responsible for Agatha's death.

text: "She goes to the police and tells them she committed a crime." - extraneous information that can be deleted.

text: Champ is alive; Scrubs finds that out when she gets home.


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      As indicated on the Dec 7th edition, we would be doing a format change on the Borzalom 777 event. We did not go 100% in that direction yet but we are working towards this and perhaps how we have done this edition will be similar to how we will do them in the future. If you wish to review what was said, here is the excerpt:

      Quote from: CCRevolution on December 07, 2017, 08:05:58 PM

      We have once again selected 7 questions that we are willing to answer but this will be the last time this session is done this way. In the future, we will have a dedicated team taking care of this and the questions and answers will come from them, based on where we are at that moment in time on our technical journey.

      We will have things explained in layman's terms so that the masses can understand clearly what we are doing, without getting into the technical details that other projects need in order to take our ideas before we are able to bring them to market.

      For the January 7th edition, we have 3 questions answered by the writer's team, 2 by CCRevolution and 2 by Borzalom himself. In the end, we believe the same result will be achieved because the point of all this is to answer some of the questions that the XTRABYTES community has. We still have Borzalom review these answers of course and he is actually doing his review while I write this opening statement.

      Thank you for your understanding and patience as we continue to move towards our goals.

      Q1: HOW MANY DEVELOPERS ARE THERE ON THE TEAM?
      A1: Although the development team prefers to remain anonymous, what we can tell you is that, besides Borzalom, there are three other developers working directly with him on the blockchain core technology. Additionally, there is a small team working on XCITE (the front end application), and another team focusing on UI & UX to ensure functionality across desktop and mobile. There are also groups working on the first modules that will run the XBY platform - from the X-VAULT data storage feature, to the X-CHANGE (distributed exchange) module to the X-CHAT system, and others that they haven't yet announced. This is more than just a new coin - this is a mission to bring this platform to life.

      In addition to the actual programming side of our development, we also have many people working on other jobs, such as writing, marketing, social media, graphics, translations, and management. In total, we paid out to over 90 people in our most recent XFUEL development payout. So, XTRABYTES is growing and we will soon post more positions!

      Q2: WHO IS YOUR TARGET CLIENTS? BANKS? LOGISTICS? PROPERTY? HEALTH?
      A2: We're developing a platform that allows for program language agnostic development, and aren’t focused on any particular industry. We’re developing a platform that will be flexible enough for anyone to utilize. There really aren't any limits on what can be done with XBY. Some examples of real-world usage could be, Banks: XBY has ambitions of creating the DEX - decentralized exchange - which will help it become a primary trading pair with other crypto (and potentially fiat) currencies.

      As this transition takes place, and XBY becomes a measure of value of other assets, it will be beneficial for banks to begin interacting with the blockchain to ease transactions to/from fiat currency.

      Logistics: Any blockchain is good for managing inventory or tracking items in a supply chain. The cheap transactions fees and fast transaction times make XBY a good choice for using it as a type of SaaS platform for a logistical tracking solution.

      Property: With smart contracts, XBY can function as the money for the transaction, and the smart contracts can operate as an escrow service. While we're still a few years away from legal regulations catching up with the technology, we'll have a platform in place where these types of transactions will be possible when that time comes. Also, Digital deeds - or assigning physical assets to digital records of ownership - is another way that blockchain technology will do away with existing forms of record tracking. This could be done through the creation of a Property token on the XBY blockchain - and these could also be used for timeshares or rental properties.

      Healthcare: Digital record keeping is becoming a bigger and bigger industry. Currently, these records are held at a central agency, and as more personal information is being stored in one central place, the more likely that single location will come under attack. By moving health records to the blockchain, they will be distributed and more secure. There won't be a weak point to attack to recover the information - it will remain encrypted, even if the data itself is seized through malicious activity.

      But this list is potentially limitless. XTRABYTES is being set up to be like a supercomputer, running on the blockchain. In general, anything that people can do now on a computer could eventually be done on the XTRABYTES platform and this certainly includes gaming. We feel gaming is going to be one of our biggest areas of growth once we get rolling and we get the right people on board.

      Q3: ARE THERE ANY PLANS TO RESTRUCTURE THE PRICES FOR STATICS GIVEN THE XBY PRICE INCREASE?
      A3: We have always had a plan in place that will be acted upon when the community decides the price of STATICS is too high.

      At this time we would not act on this because, after several months of preparation, we believe there are many people who already have a sufficient supply of XBY waiting to set up their STATIC deposits. For now, we know that the general perception in the community is that in time the Level 1 nodes will be corporate level systems, where a large corporation may decide to buy the STATIC from its initial owner. Because even at today’s prices, we are looking at well over $300,000 for a Level 1 STATIC, and in the future, we believe this will be much higher. So, this is out of reach for most people to begin with. With that said, L2 and L3 STATICS will also get too expensive at some point, and the community will decide it is time for a “halving”.

      When halving occurs, the number of coins will not change, but the amount of STATICS will double. Therefore, we would have 1024 STATICS on Level 1 and they would contain 250,000 XBY in each deposit wallet. The same would occur for the other 2 levels.

      By doing this, the deposit cost of each STATIC was cut by half and the owners could then choose to either sell one or both STATICS, break one or both STATICS, keep both STATICS on the same server or for optimal results, keep both STATICS but set up a new server for the new STATIC.

      Halving can occur any time it is necessary as the market expands and coupling is also possible in the future if the market starts to retract and we do not need as many STATICS to run efficiently.

      Q4: HOW WILL UPDATING THE NODES BE DONE? SO IF A NODE HAS V1.0 AND ANOTHER NODE HAS V1.1. WILL THE NODE WITH V1.0 BE REMOVED FROM NETWORK TILL IT HAS ALSO UPDATED?
      A4: Not sure. A lot of different protocols are running in the background. Each protocol has a protocol version. The newer version will be accepted and will recognize the lower-versioned messages. If the lower version receives a message, it will then recognize if it came from a higher versioned client. This is similar to how operating systems work with its applications. Some applications will run on both the old and new operating system but others will not. So, the older nodes may not be available to run the newest modules. The upgrade will be optional or mandatory. Here is a good description and an infographic on versioning: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Software_versioning

      We will do something similar to this. The nodes will be STaTiC (service providers) and XCITE (service clients). Each XCITE and each STaTiC uses different core system, core modules and external modules.

      If we take Windows for an example, if Windows is the XCITE and the Windows applications are the modules of XCITE, then the STaTiC is Windows/Linux servers. So, the final answer not easy because we may have quite a few different versions. Maybe the network will use deprecated modules parallel to the new modules and some external modules provide the gateway between the old and new modules.

      Q5: WHEN ARE YOU THINKING OF GETTING LISTED ON BIGGER EXCHANGES SUCH AS BINANCE OR BITTREX?
      A5: Just this week we saw a perfect example of why we are not going on large exchanges at this time. We are still running on the clone chain and this chain is a mess. There are many flaws and we have patched over many things in order to make it work the way we want for the time being.

      However, what is going to happen if there is an even bigger emergency due to some sort of technical failure on that chain or any other tech failure during this development period and we are on the big exchanges with a multi-billion dollar market cap? This is why we are not willing to go on any big exchanges right now. We must be patient and realize anyone who has been lucky enough to discover XBY at this early stage is in a position to achieve great success as we roll out our full tech as time goes by.

      Let’s look at this another way:

      Zoltchain is up and running, X-CHANGE, X-VAULT, and X-CHAT are all working flawlessly and they have been tested in live market conditions by the XTRABYTES Community. Obviously, the price is going to continue rising… but then, when “it’s all systems go” we get listed on a few big exchanges all at the same general time period. What happens then to the current XTRABYTES Community?

      As I always say: HODL

      Q6: IT'S 2019. I NEED A PLATFORM FOR MY ICO. WHY AM I CHOOSING XBY?
      A6: Every ICO has its own needs and purpose, so it's not easy to answer generically.

      Currently, most ICOs/Tokens are created on the Ethereum blockchain. The full XBY platform will provide advanced features that ethereum simply doesn't. Ethereum requires programming in Solidity. For XBY, you can use any programming language. Our transaction speeds are far beyond the capabilities of Ethereum (20tps on Ethereum). Our per transaction fees will be lower (aiming for 0 fees on microtransactions) Environmentally, we're more sustainable and eco-friendly (we don't use POW and have far less power usage overhead). Ultimately, we're hoping our platform's strength and flexibility will speak for itself.

      Q7: IS THERE GOING TO BE ANOTHER TESTNET FEATURING ZOLTCHAIN OR IS THE THIRD TEST THE LAST ONE BEFORE RELEASING MAINNET?
      A7: The first "mainnet" will not contain all of the planned functions. Remember to this is not a copycat code and "coin". This is one complete system, a long-term project. This is the reason why there are no deadlines. This is not a matter of one having a development phase and then we release the final version because this will not be a final version. The development will continue forever and every new version will be better and better, just like how other software providers have done it over the years.

      The first operating "mainnet" will be the STaTiC registration system. The testnet is also a permanent part of the system which will be a long continuous test.

      So, there is not going to be a direct switch between the tests and the mainnet. This system growing slowly and change over will not be like a flash from dark ( testnet) to light (mainnet). A better comparison would be how the sun rises each day.

      Most developers work many years or team hours in the background before they release the first beta. We are coding in the shop window, so everyone really gets to enjoy the magic of fresh code. If you wonder where it is, you just need to open your eyes.

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      Glad to see the team expanding like this. We have a great group of talented and hard working people handling many different aspects of growing XBY. It's an awesome thing!

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question: What are the features of XTRABYTES (XBY)?

text: The answer should mention that the platform doesn't use POW (Proof of Work).

answer: It is a new blockchain designed to be flexible and language-agnostic. It has fast transaction speeds (faster than Ethereum), low transaction fees, and a more environmentally friendly platform. It has many modules running on the platform, including a vault (X-VAULT) for data storage, a distributed exchange (X-CHANGE), a chat application (X-CHAT), and more.

text: The answer should mention that the platform is also scalable.

text: The answer should mention that the modules are still in development.

text: It's omitted that the platform is scalable and modular.

text: The answer should mention that the platform is in development and not all of the features are implemented yet.

text: The answer is missing the part about XFUEL.

text: It is omitted that for XBY, you can use any programming language. They are developing a platform that allows for program language-agnostic development, and aren’t focused on any particular industry. They are developing a platform that will be flexible enough for anyone to utilize. There really aren't any limits on what can be done with XBY.

text: It is unclear how XTRABYTES is more environmentally friendly. It should be explained that they don't use POW and have far less power usage overhead.

answer: It is a new blockchain designed to be flexible and language-agnostic. It has fast transaction speeds (faster than Ethereum), low transaction fees, and a more environmentally friendly platform since it doesn't use Proof of Work. It has many modules running on the platform, including a vault (X-VAULT) for data storage, a distributed exchange (X-CHANGE), a chat application (X-CHAT), and more.

text: The answer should mention that the platform is designed for decentralized applications.

text: It's omitted that XTRABYTES is a decentralized platform.

text: It is omitted that the platform is scalable.

text: The response misses to mention that XBY has a high-performance blockchain and is scalable.

text: The answer doesn't mention that the coin has a modular architecture with a decentralized app store.

text: "low transaction fees" is subjective, as "per transaction fees will be lower (aiming for 0 fees on microtransactions)"

answer: It has a decentralized blockchain platform with superior security and scalability.

text: The answer should mention that the platform is language agnostic.

text: The answer should mention that the platform is program language agnostic.

text: It is omitted that it has a Proof-of-Signature consensus mechanism.

text: The answer should mention that XBY is a platform that allows for program language agnostic development.

text: The answer should mention the transaction speeds and per transaction fees.

text: The answer could include more details about XBY.

text: It's omitted that it has a dynamic node-rewarding STATIC registration system.

text: Doesn't list all of the features.

answer: It is a new blockchain designed to be flexible and language-agnostic. It has fast transaction speeds (faster than Ethereum), low transaction fees, and a more environmentally friendly platform since it doesn't use Proof of Work. It has many modules running on the platform, including a vault (X-VAULT) for data storage, a distributed exchange (X-CHANGE), a chat application (X-CHAT), and more.