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There are more parts to this collective I wrote. If anyone likes it, I will post more some time.

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They were white. Or cream. Or eggshell, or something. Anyway, he fucking hated them.

"Is this some kind of joke? Did I do something to upset you?," he asked, running the sleek thin fabric between his fingers.

"What, these? What's wrong with them?"

"Hideous. I love you, so they can stay... But don't be surprised, if, one day, down the road, you come home, after a long day of work, and, find them gone. Or... painted... With holes in them..."

The phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Desmond?"

"What's the score, Harry?"

"We need to talk."

He slipped on his fine winter jacket and headed out the door. But before walking out, took a step back in, looking at the drapes again. "Hideous," he paused, "Why are they so long... Nevermind, I don't even want to get into it. Love you!"

The walls of the coffee shop were white. Almost the same hue as those curtains. Her tastes could realy eat at him.

"What do you think of this color? Why is this popular?"

"Are you really going to go on about colors right now?"

"What do you think?"

"Well yeah its a terrible, miserable shade. But-"

"Thank you!" He interrupted.

"...But, there are bigger things to discuss here."

"What does he know?" Desmond acted as if he not only knew the answer, but also did not give a shit.

"Well," Harry sighed, "he knows you did it. And he knows where you are. And he wants it back."

"Well he is not getting it back!" Desmond snapped back before Harry could even finish the word. He looks around, and says much quieter,

"He is not getting it back...What is he prepared to do about it?"

"Well, he'll send Carl."

"Over this!? Carl?!"

"Yeah. I know." He saw Desmond's look change. "Yeah, I know."

There was a solid pause. Neither looked thrilled about this news.

"Well I can't give it back. Can't. Why the fuck do they call him 'Carl', anyway, the man is a monster. He deserves a better nickname.... 'Ze Butcher', or something... Maybe something less cliche, but you get what I mean."

"Well, because, aside from when you're a target of his, he is the nicest person you could ever meet."

"Oh, you mean when he is not being the most sadistic fucking knife-wielding psycho-creep ever, he is some kind of gentleman?" Desmond's jaw remained open after this question, still reeling in this fact. He breathed out a single laugh, took a deep breath, and casually combed his hands through his hair before putting them back in his pockets. His knee was bouncing.

"Well," Harry started, "he has this thing."

"Thing?" Desmond laughed a bit, inquisitively, and popped a slice of gum into his mouth.

"Yeah, like, he has to help people... As though he is compulsively polite, or something. The man donates to charity more than celebrities. He rescues animals. He says 'bless you' anytime someone sneezes."

"Pff, I say 'bless you'," chewing and shrugging it off.

"To complete strangers? Who sneeze a hundred feet away in a crowded restaurant?"

"No..."

"Excatly."

"Everytime?"

"Every time."

"Jeesh. That must be exhausting," chomping on the Trident, getting more worried.

"Well, it probably looks good on the self-assessment at the end of the night." Harry suggested, sipping his coffee. He coughed a bit from the heat.

"Put milk in it..."

"Give it back!"

"I can't give it back!" The gum fell out of his mouth.

"Well, then, Desmond, if he-... *When* he comes for you, you best be prepared."

"I gotta gun." He didn't look worried. Popped the gum back in, nodding his head, chewing with mouth open, knee still bouncing.

"A gun? Guns jam. This man is fast. You need more than that. Or to get the fuck out of the state. Like today."

"Not going anywhere. Also, revolvers don't jam," Desmond smirked, and spit the gum into a coffee-soaked napkin.

"You're too cocky about this."

"You read too much." Desmond sipped his black iced coffee, and audibly smacked his tounge against the roof of his month a few times.

"That is an annoying habit." Harry was getting tired of his little brother's shit.

Desmond shrugged.

He slept great the next few nights. He knew Carl wouldn't do anything until he had it planned out. It was also unlikely he'd do anything at all until Desmond was alone. The nicest man ever, it made Desmond laugh, and it made him sick. Desmond spent the next week biding his time, enjoying the last days of his life in the best way possible: drinking whiskey, and making love to Sasha everyday. She was bright, she knew something was up, but never asked. Money was no longer an issue, she was confused, but kept it to herself.

He knew his days were numbered, but he did not yet know the number. After that first week, he began hearing noises outside at night. It didn't bother him. The second week, the noises were inside. This is around the time he began sleeping with that revolver under the pillow. Sasha noticed, and began sleeping with a steak knife under her's. She clearly did not understand the depth of the danger. At least, not until Desmond started confronting the sounds.

"Where the fuck are you?!" She'd find him shouting at the walls in the living room, gun drawn in the middle of the night. Desmond saw the way she looked at him. Horrified. Moreso than he was. He had to call Harry.

"Hello?"

"Harry?"

"What's the matter, Desmond?"

"We need to talk."

The walls of the pub were brown. A comfortable, warm, atmosphere-setting brown, but Desmond didn't give a fuck. His knee was bouncing again.

"What did you mean when you said you can't give it back?"

"I can't give it back now." Desmond looked dissapointed in himself.

"Well, if you give it back then he'll call off Carl-... Wait, what do you mean 'now'?!"

"I sold it to Marshall."

"Marshall?!" Harry drank the rest of his bourbon in one sip and slapped the glass down on the bar, letting out a slight, desperately sad laugh. "Well then you're fucked. You know Marshall's just gonna sell it back to him, don't ya?!" Bits of spit and bourbon dripped from the beard hanging off of his appauled face.

"I guess I didn't think that far."

"D'you know what Carl does to people!?"

"Well... I have heard stories. They seem like ghost stories. Fairy-tale nightmares."

"No. No." Harry shook his head, flabbergasted at Desmond's naivity.
"He actually did make a Jack O'Lantern out of Frank's decapitated head. I saw the pictures. Candle and all. He won't just kill you, he will make a thing of it. He is the best. He is paid to be. So that people like you don't go around doing what you did."
Desmond took a long drag of his 7&7, and said nothing. For a while. There were a few sighs, and a few attempts, but he had nothing.

Another month went by. Desmond changed the locks 17 times. His eyes were bloodshot everyday, and he might have snuck in a couple hours of rest in between the infomercials.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Sasha was rightfully concerned.

"Baby, I'll be fine. Its just allergies, or something. I'll take some Benedryl, I promise."

"Okay. Please get some rest while I'm gone?"

"Okay sweetie. I wish you would just stay here with me. We don't need the money anyway."

"I know, but, I promised I would. After this event, I will quit. Promise."

"Okay," Desmond was able to smile, "sounds good." He kissed her goodbye. Now, he thought, Carl has no reason not to attack.

Desmond popped open the revolver every night to make sure it was still loaded before putting it under his pillow. Three nights in a row, he ran into the living room, naked, gun drawn, and scared shitless.

"Where the fuck is he?" Carl was notorious for hiding and fucking with his targets for nights at a time before the kill. Desmond looked in the basement. He kicked over the couch, he turned all of the lights on and off, and then he went to sleep, not satisfied, or hopeful, but crying. His eyes watered even though he was beyond jaded at this point. It wasn't even sadness, he wasn't sure what it was. He had to live with this.

The next night, it happened again. Same noises, same spot. This guy knew how to torture people, both psychologically, and physically. Desmond ran into the kitchen, then the living room. Still, no one, and no evidence of anyone. Was it just paranoia? Did Carl even really know how to get into his house? Or where his house was in the first place? Desmond's eyes watered as he walked into the living room. Confusion and paranoia raped his mind.

On the way back to his room, Desmond was overtaken by something. Something happened inside of him and he couldn't help it. It was from deep within, like a bubbling volcano. There was nothing he could do about it. He sneezed.

"Bless you! Fuc-"

The first shot deafened Desmond, so he fired 4 more. And behind the tattered, now-brown, floor-to-ceiling curtains, was a small, balding old man with a mustache, coughing up blood, knife in hand... The initial 5 holes and the deep purple blood stain on the wall did not bother Sasha. But the sixth round, when it entered Carl's brain, really ruined the carpet.

title: [RF] 'The Sixth Round'

question: Explain the kind of person Carl is.

text: There are a few facts missing about Carl.

answer: Carl is one of the most feared assassins around. He is said to be a sadist with the manners of a gentleman. He is compulsively polite and donates to charity a lot. He says "bless you" to strangers whenever and every time they sneeze and loves to help people. Still, Carl is known to be a killer who cuts the heads of people he kills.

text: "of people" should be "off people".

answer: Carl is one of the most feared assassins around. He is said to be a sadist with the manners of a gentleman. He is compulsively polite and donates to charity a lot. He says "bless you" to strangers whenever and every time they sneeze and loves to help people. Still, Carl is known to be a killer who carves up the heads of people he kills. He has been known to carve and decorate the head of one of his victims as a jack o' lantern.

answer: Carl is a monster. Harry describes him as a sadist. He has to help people because he is so compulsively polite the man donates a lot of money to charity, rescues animals and always says "bless you" to anyone sneezing.

text: The answer should mention that Carl is a hitman.

text: "the man donates a lot of money to charity, rescues animals and always says "bless you" to anyone sneezing." - this is irrelevant and should be deleted.

text: Carl is not a monster. He is a sadist.

text: The second sentence is not relevant

text: I would add that Carl is a killer for hire.

text: He's described as someone who seems to be a nice person outside of being the most sadistic knife-wielding psycho-creep.

text: The second sentence should be rephrased.

answer: Carl is one of the most feared assassins around. He is said to be a sadist with the manners of a gentleman. He is compulsively polite and donates to charity a lot. He says "bless you" to strangers whenever and every time they sneeze and loves to help people. Still, Carl is known to be a killer who carves up the heads of people he kills. He has been known to carve and decorate the head of one of his victims as a jack o' lantern.

text: The last sentence is unnecessary.

text: Carl is not an assassin. He is a hitman.

text: The answer is too long.

text: The response does not need to include the fact that Carl is an assassin.

text: It's wrongly stated that he says "bless you" to strangers whenever and every time they sneeze.

text: It is incorrectly stated that Carl carves up the heads of his victims. It should state that he has a quirky hobby of decorating the severed jack of his victims.


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I was sitting inside of a small Mexican shop outside of a Mexican town called Ensenada. My English is far superior to my Spanish, which means I sit silent and hope the locals don’t spark up conversation.  Apparently the beans I was waiting for are the best around town so I had no choice but to wait it out. Also, I was too unfamiliar with my surroundings to go anywhere.

As I waited at the small rusted table the store clerk said, “You don’t talk man?” in his extremely heavy accent. I smiled, “No I can talk.” Without asking, the clerk poured a shot of something, I’ve leaned that if there is one common trait to relate men, it’s drinking together. I wasn’t going to deny what was poured in front of me, I raised my shot glass to cheers, and as I did a man who I somehow didn’t notice raised his shot off to the side. The clerk gestured that the shot was indeed from that man. I quickly found out my shot was Tequila.

I thanked the mystery man sitting off to the side he was Mexican but spoke great English. He asked what I was doing in the shop as he motioned for me to take a seat with him. The clerk let me know my beans would be a little longer, all I could think about is why it takes so long for beans, but at this moment I had to put the beans behind me. I was going to sit with a mystery man who bought me a shot, he seemed much more intriguing anyway.

“Hello, I’m Josh.”

“I’m Victor. What are you doing here?”

“Getting some beans for my family and I.”

“You’re married?”

“No, No, It’s for my mom and sister.”

“Ah, you guys visiting?”

I was a little hesitant to let Victor know what I was doing in the shop but it was a fair question. I wasn’t sure if it was the potency of the tequila or my attempt to fit in but I decided to fill in Victor how I arrived at this point. He seemed genuinely interested, his eyes were very relaxed and his voice very calm. Victor was a steady man and that made me oddly comfortable in my surroundings. The store clerk brought us another shot. It was set in front of me and I started to tell Victor why I was sitting where I was.

I picked up my mom first and then my sister from LAX, we immediately made our drive to Mexico. It’s peculiar because we all seem to live such fast paced lives so for all of us to get away together was something great. I was initially excited, I was excited to leave simple electronics behind and deal with my thoughts rather than the constant movement of a busy town. I was hoping to spend some quality family time that wasn’t on a holiday.

My mother never needs an excuse to see her kids, that’s what she was telling us as we crossed the United States border and headed into a different country. As we drove I noticed the similarities of Mexico to the United States and at the same time noticed the major differences. A few corner shops, a few men armed with guns, it reminded me of parts of Los Angeles…a few more guns though.

We drove for hours, stuck in traffic, worried about my car that was making a loud noise. I wondered what the hell would happen if the car broke down, not to mention I was low on gas. I was the man and was doing my best attempt to play the situation cool but my family is who they are and they know me all too well. Of course they could sense my uncertainty as we drove through a patch of road that consisted of 30 dead dogs lying off to the side.

Closer and closer we came to our destination. The perfect spot that was referred to from a family friend was becoming a reality. We approached the secluded beach house, it was off the beaten path - “pure tranquility” we were told.

As we made ourselves at home the first question was regarding dinner and food. We recalled a few shops we saw a few miles back, and with the recollection I said I would do the honor of making the adventure to the store. Typically both my mom and sister would come with me but I could tell they were tired. They also had some Mother/Daughter issues to discuss that I wanted no part of.

After settling into the house I told my family I would be back in a bit. I was instructed only to buy American bottled water, rice, beans, and some other “good stuff.” I let them know I would be back in an hour or so.

Two hours later I was sitting across from Victor about to take my third or forth shot, I always feel more comfortable talking to strangers, and this was no exception. We were bonding over tequila. My beans had apparently been ready for quite some time but my family could wait, I felt engaged with a foreigner and I relished this moment.  The idea of connecting with a human completely out of my comfort was more appealing than making dinner right now.

“So, Victor, do you live around here?”

“No.”

“Where do you live?”

“I’m jumping around.”

“Jumping around?”

“Yes.”

“Are you from Mexico?”

“Originally.”

“But you don’t live here?”

“Nope.”

Victor was clearly a man who loved his alcohol and it was on full display. He eloquently consumed double my amount.

“Do you have family?”

“No.”

This is strange what kind of man has no family?

“Kids, Wife, Mom, Dad?”

“No.”

“Victor, I feel a little tipsy right now, I can’t tell if you are messing with me.”

“I suggest you head home Josh.”

For the first time in the conversation I felt uncomfortable. Did he mean Los Angeles or my beach home? Uh oh. It hit me that I don’t know this guy at all, and my fear had sobered me up a little. I was kicking myself in my head for disclosing more information than I should to this stranger. I started to wonder why I trusted people as much as I do, more and more my paranoia was setting in.

“Home, like Los Angeles?”

“No, back with you family. Spend some time with them.”

“Victor, I’m going to level with you. You’re kind of freaking me out a bit.”

“Why are you talking to me?”

“Why not? I needed some company, you were here, and you got me a shot, I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No, no. Don’t be worried. I ask because you have other things to do. So why talk with me?”

I didn’t know how to answer him. I didn’t want to tell him I wanted to fit in. In the store I felt like a local and wanted some sort of acceptance.

“Well, I’m talking to you because you bought me a shot and I thought we were enjoying each other’s company.”

“Great! We are.”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m great.”

Typically when I’m this uncomfortable I make a joke, it’s my default calming mechanism.  This time was different, I couldn’t think of how to incorporate one. I still feel very awkward in this moment and I’m hoping for some miracle to happen, I was hoping my sister would walk through the door to get me. As I was struggling to incorporate an uncomfortable joke and be on my way Victor made things very clear.

“All my family passed away 15 years ago, that’s why I have no family. I don’t live anywhere cause I like to travel—NOT A TRANSIENT though! I just like to meet new people.”

“Great, good, okay me too.”

“But one of us should go.”

“Why?”

“Attachments, we are attached to this conversation now. Take what you can from this and move on.”

“Take what? I’m confused?”

“Josh, I hate when people leave my life. Everyone hates when people leave their lives. But, it happens, it is normal, but people like me get attached. I sense you get attached too.”

“Attached, how so?”

“Because you’ve sat here and talked with a Bungdeleon for two hours when you should be home with you family. You’re on vacation”

“Did you just say Bungdeleon?”

He ignored the question, Hmmm, maybe that was just his last name?

“Trust me, holding onto to things and conversations for to long can only hurt you. You have to know when to get out.”

“To get out? Of conversations?”

“No, no, small attachments, the ones that won’t be their forever. You can take or leave some things, but you gotta know when to leave sometimes. Trust me, it will ruin your life.”

“Or you can learn from attachments.”

“Yes the smart one’s do.”

Victor ushered his final shot into his mouth and stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Everyone has to pee.”

“Oh. I thought you were leaving.”

Victor walked towards the back of the shop, I was intent on asking him what a “Bungdeleon” was. I’m certain that’s what he said. As he was gone I couldn’t believe I was sitting with him for as long as I was. I just came for some beans, which had been sitting in the same place for hours now. I decided that when he got back I should be on my way.

A few minutes had passed. I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, the door was open, and nobody was inside. I noticed a backdoor and stuck my head out looking for Victor. I couldn’t find him. I asked the clerk if he had seen Victor. After some poor Spanish the clerk understood what I was saying. He told me Victor went out the back, but he paid for my beans. I didn’t believe the clerk and thought he was joking, but it was no joke. I took the beans and walked outside.

As I walked to my car I looked around for Victor, I saw nothing. I didn’t believe this man had vanished but I wasn’t about to go looking for him. I made the decision to drive back to meet my mom and sister. But, before that I had to know something, I ran back to the store clerk.

“Excuse me, Do you know what a Bungdeleon is?”

“Um…”

“Bungdeleon?”

“Yeah, slang, slang.”

“Slang? For what?”

“Travel, it mean’s to travel, you are a wanderer.”

I had never heard of that but it made sense. I accepted the meaning, thanked the man for the beans, and headed to the beach house.

As I walked in my mom was sound asleep, my sister was frantic as she always is about my whereabouts. I explained things took awhile but didn’t get into detail. We stored the beans for a later time and both went to get some rest. I was definitely a little drunk and knew I should sleep it off. I wish I hadn’t forgot to buy the bottled water.

The next day I hoped to see Victor. Didn’t happen. I knew I’d never see him again but I felt for him. He needed constant movement for whatever reason and that stayed very close to me. In the grand scheme of things I didn’t know Victor but there was no way he would have allowed me to leave first. I preferred that because I didn’t know how long I would have talked to him, I would have gotten more attached to the conversation.

title: [NF] The Bungdeleon

question: Summarize what turns Josh uncomfortable in his conversation with Victor.

text: While it's true that Josh does feel uncomfortable after the no family reveal, he truly becomes uncomfortable when Victor tells him he should go home.

category: coverage

answer: Josh begins to ask Victor very benign questions about himself. He gives a vague answer of "I'm jumping around" when Josh asks him where he lives. He continues his vagueness and says he doesn't have family, no parents or wife. Josh thinks it's strange he doesn't have family. He becomes uncomfortable after this. The conversation makes him realize he doesn't know this guy at all, and that maybe he shouldn't have disclosed all this to a stranger.

answer_source: Human misleading

text:
In the last sentence, the answer should specify and state that things got weirder when Victor suggested to Josh to go home, and Josh was worried that he may have disclosed more information than necessary to Victor.
The answer should state that Josh decided to change the course of the conversation by making a joke as a default calming mechanism.

answer: "I suggest you head home to Josh," says Victor. Josh asks Victor if he means Los Angeles or the beach house they are in. Josh gets paranoid that he has disclosed too much information to a stranger. Victor tells Josh that his family passed away 15 years ago and he doesn't have a home because he likes to travel and meet new people. Victor tells Josh that attachments aren't worth it and one has to know when to leave. Victor tells Josh to take the conversation with him as a lesson and leave.

answer_source: Model

text: "Victor tells Josh that his family passed away 15 years ago and he doesn't have a home because he likes to travel and meet new people. Victor tells Josh that attachments aren't worth it and one has to know when to leave. Victor tells Josh to take the conversation with him as a lesson and leave." is unnecessary. It wasn't the reason why he felt uncomfortable.

category: accuracy

answer: "I suggest you head home to Josh," says Victor. Josh asks Victor if he means Los Angeles or the beach house they are in. Josh gets paranoid that he has disclosed too much information to a stranger. Victor tells Josh that his family passed away 15 years ago and he doesn't have a home because he likes to travel and meet new people. Victor tells Josh that attachments aren't worth it and one has to know when to leave. Victor tells Josh to take the conversation with him as a lesson and leave.

text: The answer is a copy-and-paste of the story. It should be rewritten.

text: The answer should mention that Victor's comment about attachments makes Josh uncomfortable.

text: The last two sentences are unnecessary.

text: Victor doesn't tell Josh to take the conversation as a lesson and leave. He tells him to take what he can from the conversation and leave.

text: The answer is not a summary but a copy and paste from the story.

text: Victor told Josh he was unsure how to answer Josh's question and felt uncomfortable from drinking. When Victor is about to leave, Josh asks what a Bungeleon is. Victor leaves before explaining and Josh never sees him again. No one felt uncomfortable during their talk.  When Victor standby his statement of having no family, Josh jokes that he could be lying and Victor says he's moving on with his life and Josh should do the same. fit in with locals by connect so  such as having some smalltalk. Josh drinking his booze but the booze was given to him by a stranger in a bar. The booze-fueled talk made him forget that he was supposed to be at the market buying order water, rice, beans, and the other good stuff he was sent to buy. Seems that Josh just isn'tfocused on doing his own thing for the sake of others and being closer to the situation is an excuse to relax and get absorbed by the situation.

text: The answer is a summary of the whole conversation, not just the parts that make Josh uncomfortable. The response needs rewriting as there is a bit of jumping around in terms of narration. There is no chronological flow of ideas, just random sentences strung together.

category: coherence

answer: Josh begins to ask Victor very benign questions about himself. He gives a vague answer of "I'm jumping around" when Josh asks him where he lives. He continues his vagueness and says he doesn't have family, no parents or wife. Josh thinks it's strange he doesn't have family. He becomes truly uncomfortable once Victor suggests that Josh head home. The conversation makes him realize he doesn't know this guy at all, and that maybe he shouldn't have disclosed all this to a stranger.

answer_source: Human

text: The answer omits that Victor tells Josh to leave the conversation because he gets attached too easily.

text: The answer omits the part where Victor tells Josh that he hates when people leave his life.

text: The answer omits that Victor tells Josh to leave because he gets attached to people too easily.

text: The answer should mention that Victor eventually leaves for the bathroom, and never comes back.

text: The answer omits the part where Victor tells Josh that he should go home to his family.

text: Victor redeems himself by disclosing the info on his family when Josh gets uncomfortable. We don't need to reflect on that because that was his goal.

answer: Josh begins to ask Victor very benign questions about himself. He gives a vague answer of "I'm jumping around" when Josh asks him where he lives. He continues his vagueness and says he doesn't have family, no parents or wife. Josh thinks it's strange he doesn't have family. He becomes uncomfortable after this. The conversation makes him realize he doesn't know this guy at all, and that maybe he shouldn't have disclosed all this to a stranger.

text: The answer omits that Victor tells Josh to go home and spend time with his family.

text: The answer omits that Victor tells Josh to leave and go back to his family.

text: The answer should mention that Victor tells Josh to go back to his family.

text: Victor did not give a vague answer of "I'm jumping around" when Josh asks him where he lives.

text: It is not the questions that make Josh uncomfortable. It is when Victor tells him to go home to his family.

text: This is not what makes Josh uncomfortable. It is Victor's response when Josh asks him if he is going to leave soon.

text: Victor mentioning how he gets attached to people and ends up getting hurt could be the reason why Josh is uncomfortable.

answer: Josh begins to ask Victor very benign questions about himself. He gives a vague answer of "I'm jumping around" when Josh asks him where he lives. He continues his vagueness and says he doesn't have family, no parents or wife. Josh thinks it's strange he doesn't have family. He becomes truly uncomfortable once Victor suggests that Josh head home. The conversation makes him realize he doesn't know this guy at all, and that maybe he shouldn't have disclosed all this to a stranger.

text: The response misconstrues the severity of Josh's reaction to Victor's comment about going home.


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May 14th, 2011 (No Regrets); “People ask, they ask things, questions of course. Questions that may or may not be answered. Some don’t even make sense at first, but they are all asked for a reason. People ask them because they wonder. They think, they dream, because these are the people who enjoy the little things. These are the people who love, and believe in a leader. They don’t take advantage of the life they are given and they spend the time they are given wisely. I would rather spend my life I was given being adventurous then to wake up to black and grey every morning. I would rather live a short exciting life than a long dull one. That’s not to say I don’t frown, because I cry, I shame, and I fall, but I don’t look down. Looking down is giving into pain, when I could rather smile through hell and drop off the weakness on my way.  ” –Johnny Sofer.
June 11th 2012 (Introduction); well, this is a story, kind of… It’s about someone who stood out to me, well; stood out to anyone he was in quarters with. There’s not to many ways to start this, but I had a friend, Johnny, Johnny Sofer. John wasn’t exactly like anyone else, and that’s not to say he wasn’t normal, because there is really only question on the accuracy of normal, right? John was a fourteen year old cancer patient at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, also known as ‘C.H.O.P.’. Fortunately he still got to carry on with school just as any other kid did.  He fit in with appearance quite impressively: brown hair, green eyes, about five and a half feet tall, but as white as a fresh cloud on a summer day. The things that put John at differences with others were his disabilities. He had a rare jaw dysfunction in which it affected his ability to talk, not too many people understood him, but still found a way to form a little dialogue so John could feel safer, you could say. He also possessed a rare bone disease when he was only five called ‘skeletal dysplasia.’ It strongly affected his ability to not only walk, but move in general. He managed, and carried on like all others, but even with his medication, pain was always in presence. He had a family for support, but there’s not too much support you can give. The thing was, John’s sickness wasn’t exactly temporary. In the fall of 2011 he was alerted that he had only a little over a year to live, but fortunately he wouldn’t suffer any more than he already has, as depressing as that sounds. His body just wouldn’t be able to keep surviving. So for the year on, he lived and loved his casual life as he wanted, but as friendly as John was, being casual wasn’t always enough to keep him happy. It was difficult for him to make friends, mainly because he couldn’t do what every other kid could, but I kept John from feeling lonely, I considered myself a companion, as he may have considered me euphoria. By the way, my names Finis. John and I have been friends since he was about five, right around when he was diagnosed with cancer, too young to really understand though. As time went by I kept him feeling loved and important, because he was. And that wasn’t really a coincidence of me meeting him, but rather a fortunate accident.
June 12th 2012 (Smile); John’s family was just like any other family from what I know. They tried their best to keep some weight off his shoulders, and keep me distant as much as possible. John surprisingly put more into keeping his parents calm than anything else, which was just uncommon and surprising. Watching someone deal with so much, and go through so much, but yet, help others up above him. It gets you to think, and even just appreciate things a little more.  Aside from all of John’s disabilities, this is why some considered him a gifted kid. He could basically pull the positive out of every negative. Well, anyone can, it just took the will power John had to prove people wrong, not show them that he could survive, but rather live and as he went on picking others up, he started to make it seem almost as though it was his job. He just had a secret, a stupid little one, but one that could make you ponder into belief. He claims that when you are mad, too smile and that as hard as it may seem, and as much as you may want to quit, smile in hope, for problems can be solved. He said as long as you’re smiling, you’re living.
June 15th 2012 (Departure); for some reason, I never felt the need to ask him why he was always in joy, because of course he had his little secret and all, but I wouldn’t be able to imagine what he’s going through. He seemed happy enough to keep others happy, so I guess it’s as simple as that. As close as we were, I’ve never met anyone like John, but everybody is born with a different personality and a different obscure view on life, but no matter what the personality or view on life is, there’s not a doubt that you can’t make the best of it. I realized that, on the night I found out John only had so much longer; it was almost as if he knew it was coming, as though he was warned.  John was a kid just like any other, besides his sickness. Except there was just one other thing, he thought a lot. He seemed to have his eyes closed constantly, yet he would not be sleeping. It puzzled me. As if he was almost dreaming, day dreaming, possibly about his situation. Maybe thinking about what might happen to him when it’s over, because humans do not have a clue about what happens. They just tell strange stories and old legends about what they assume might happen, but John looked beyond those stories and myths. John looked harder into it. He had a different theory on life and on death. I guess that was because he was so close to it, but what do I know? I have only known him since then.
April 5th 2011 (Baseball); John kept enjoying life. He still went to school and started to make more friends..  He always kept smiling more than he ever frowned, which was great. He actually played a sport for a bit. He played baseball. It wasn’t and still isn’t my favorite sport, but as long as it kept him busy, who was I to judge? Not to mention he was pretty damn good at it too. He played day and night and got better every minute. Everyone noticed him. It was still his first sport he ever played, but it kept him feeling like he fit in for once and he got quite a bit of playing time too. Not only did the coaches notice him, but he was actually approached by a nearby college baseball coach. To this day I don’t know if it was because of his situation or maybe out of pure kindness, but John was over joyed, matter of fact, he was honored.
May 15th, 2011 (Pursuit); Despite Johns muscle disorder, as stated, he played baseball. The thing I forgot to mention though is that wasn’t exactly in the doctors recommendations.  And there was no reason to get upset with John about it, besides, what would you do with a year to live? It caught up with him though. It was game day; Johns chance to shine for everyone. And of course it was his turn up to bat, cameras were rolling and people were cheering. The pitcher sent one down, and although people are still not sure if it was a slow pitch or John’s lucky day, he nearly a home run. It went all the way to back left field, I remember descriptively. John sprinted to first and went to head to second, he tripped. At least that was our first thought. Screams of terror came from John and he wasn’t moving after that. The trainer rushed over along with teammates, coaches, a few fans. John pushed himself to the max. Immediately after, he was rushed to the hospital. It turned out that his body went into instant shock and nearly all of his muscles tightened up to the point where it almost shattered his bones. He was instantly given some sleeping meds and remained asleep for a few following days to allow his body to relax. When he woke up he was lost, forgetful, and aimless. The team was notified, since they all came to visit when he awoke. He got the game ball; they won the game for him. John forgot about everything else at that time, the pain, the stress, and the time. He just seemed, relevant.
May 22nd 2011 (Worthwhile); John had to stay for the remainder of the month. Time went by, and John became even sicker. His symptoms became worse. The thing about that though, it had been one year and five months already. Silence was all that was really in play. Everyone’s mind was just an abyss, nothing to ponder and not much to say. That last month in the hospital was the longest month of John’s short, but meaningful life. I guess time really does go by fast. Before John passed, something clicked to me. I finally understood it. I understood why John was so happy all the time. Why he always smiled. He always had a good view on life and I always questioned it, but I never could figure out the answer. I started to look deeper. John lived his live knowing that it was almost over, he lived his life in joy knowing that it could end at any time. He didn’t have a gift. He just looked past everything and looked at the big picture in life. No matter whom he was or what he has been through, he never let it put him down. He smiled when he was upset, because smiling is the best therapy. Not only did John know he was dying, but besides the fact, he didn’t know when he was going to die. Everybody is dying. It is just a matter of time when it happens. Death is an amazing thing. It happens to basically everyone and everything. It can’t be reversed nor escaped. You can be scared of it, you can be ready for it, yet some might even rush it. Your life depends on death. How much time you have and how you use that time. The way you spend it, whether you abuse it or savor it. Whether you enjoyed it or despised it. Live like you death is coming. Live without fear and with an open mind filled with excitement and love. Expect the unexpected at all times and never let your head drop. Life is about giving, so give what you can and ask for nothing in return. Life is about doing not what you crave, but to help others achieve the same. Set goals. Don’t stop until you accomplish those goals, because at times those goals might be the only reason that’s carrying you on. Respect others and respect yourself. Never waste a day of your life. You are only given one life, so why even consider wasting it. Spend every second of every minute with even a hint of joy somewhere inside you. Don’t stop truly living till your heart stops beating, because someday it will be over, done, gone forever, make it worth it from the beginning. Let that courage represent those goodbyes.  Make people remember you in a positive way, as a well spent day bring happy sleep, so a life well spent brings a happy death. When you read this story I’m not saying I’m still alive at the end, I’m just telling a tail, and simply expressing my own tips for if someone else may come across them and consider being in need of them. So take this in mind. Save this story to your head. Remember these tips as for one day your time will come. As I told you in the beginning, my names Finis, I never said I was real, but I never said I wasn’t. People know me as different things, different beliefs, and different virtues, but that is only my appearance. As I am just another entity finding new problems to solve and riddles to conquer. As life is just a game to me and there is no winner. Just every role of the die is an adventure, but who really knows what or who I am. So that you can’t judge me by the clothes I am wearing, or the nametag I am given. Start asking the real questions, one that questions my human state of mind or even if I am a real thing. Whether you hate me or cherish me. Take it in. Absorb the truth. Because you all know, one day, just one split second, darkness will erupt, and your thoughts, hopes, and dreams will die. So make it last. Don’t ever rush it or wait for it. Don’t even question it, but remember my name as though you may meet me someday.  Whether you catch up to me in the afterlife, or I am brought to you by the experience of near death. Share my tails. Express my stories. Contain a mind of life, but live along the valley of death.

title: Live Along the Valley of Death [SP]

question: Summarize the pain of John's extended family.

text: The mentioned difficulties apply to John's parents, not his extended family. His extended family isn't mentioned in the text.

answer: They try their best to give comfort to a dying kid, which is horrible on its own. They also try to keep John's friends from becoming too close and getting hurt in the end.

text: The response includes extraneous information about John's friends that is not useful for the task.

answer: No answer

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention that John's family was supportive and tried their best to keep him happy.

text: The answer should mention that John's family is supportive and that they try to keep him from feeling lonely.

text: The answer should mention that John's family is worried about him.

text: The answer should mention the pain John's family felt.

text: The answer should mention that John's family was supportive and tried to keep him from suffering.

text: The response does not answer the question.

text: The answer should mention that John's family was devastated by his death and tried their best to support him.

text: Does not mention John's family helping and supporting him as much as they can

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The answer should mention that John's family is worried about his health condition and is trying to support him.
The answer should mention that John's family is devastated that John was given only a little over a year to live.

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answer: They try their best to give comfort to a dying kid, which is horrible on its own. They also try to keep John's friends from becoming too close and getting hurt in the end.

text: The second sentence is unattested.

text: The answer should mention that John's family is also losing a son.

text: The answer should mention the parents.

text: There is no mention of John's family being worried about his friends.

text: The answer is made up.

text: The second sentence is not corroborated by the text.

text: The date (before 2012) implies that the friend likely referred to is no longer alive. This would contradict the sentence "telling a tail". The story is not intended to be made up and a true story, though the narrator is also fictional.

text: The passage did not mention John's extended family, just

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention that John's family is supportive of him.

text: The answer should mention that John's family was supportive of him.

text: The answer should mention that John's family is dealing with the pain of their son's terminal illness.

text: The answer should mention that John's family did their best to keep weight off his shoulders and keep Finis (his friend) distant as much as possible.

text: The answer should mention that John's family was just like any other family, but they tried their best to keep some weight off his shoulders.

text: How can you live along the valley of death if you do not face the possibility of death head on? John did and the final months of his illness shows us that when his world closed in, he found the true meaning of life and shared it with Finis.


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The CYPRUS GOVERNMENT RAILWAY was a narrow gauge railway network that operated in Cyprus from October 1905 to December 1951. With a total length of , there were 39 stations, stops and halts, the most prominent of which served Famagusta, Prastio Mesaoria, Angastina, Trachoni, Nicosia, Kokkinotrimithia, Morphou, Kalo Chorio and Evrychou. The CGR was closed down due to financial reasons. An extension of the railway which was built to serve the Cyprus Mines Corporation operated until 1974.[1]

History

Background

When the first British High Commissioner, Sir Garnet Wolseley, arrived in Cyprus in 1878, he was keen to construct a railway on the island but the project did not come to fruition for a long time, due to the uncertainty of the length of the British mandate in Cyprus. In July 1903, Frederick Shelford - on behalf of the Crown Agents - submitted a feasibility study for the construction of a railway line that would originate at Famagusta and terminate at Karavostasi via Nicosia and Morphou, at a total cost of £141,526.[2] [1906 map of the railroad]

Construction

The proposal was approved in November 1903 and the earthworks began in May 1904; the existing line at Famagusta harbour was extended South to Varosha by and Section 1 [_Famagusta-Nicosia_, ] was inaugurated on 21 October 1905 by High Commissioner, Sir Charles Anthony King-Harman. The construction of Section 2 [_Nicosia-Morphou_, ] began in July 1905 and was inaugurated was on 31 March 1907. However, three years later, the Railway was already operating at a loss and so an operation study for the CGR was conducted by Bedford Glasier. The study was published in January 1913 and suggested the construction of the terminus at Evrychou. So, the construction of Section 3 [_Morphou-Evrychou_, ] began in November 1913 and it was inaugurated on 14 June 1915.[3]

Motive Power

[Locomotive No1 outside Famagusta Station.]

Locomotives

Summary of the 12 locomotives:[4]

-   No. 1 – 0-6-0T built by Hunslet Engine Company (846 of 1904)
-   Nos. 11–12 – 4-4-0 built by Nasmyth Wilson and Company
-   Nos. 21–23 – 2-6-0 built by Nasmyth Wilson and Company
-   Nos. 31–32 – 2-6-2T built by Nasmyth Wilson and Company
-   Nos. 41–44 – 4-8-4T built by Kitson and Company

Railcars

Summary of the 9 railcar units:[5]

-   6 by D Wickham & Co
-   3 by Drewry Car Co.

Operation and uses

By the time the total of the CGR had been completed, running costs had spiralled to £199,367, which remained constant throughout the operation period of the line. [A CGR ticket.]

The Cyprus Government Railway was used in a number of ways and served both the colonial authorities and the local population. Principal operations were as follows:

-   It served the port of Famagusta, as a freight transfer system.
-   It transferred timber from the Troodos Mountains to towns and cities across Cyprus.
-   It carried freight, ore and minerals on behalf of the Cyprus Mines Corporation.
-   The local railway stations functioned as a place of exchange of goods and services, while some also operated as telephone centres, telegram offices and/or postal offices.
-   CGR trains carried mail, which arrived in Famagusta via the Egyptian Khedivial Mail Line[6] (1912–1939).

The existence of a railway in Cyprus brought many benefits to the population of Cyprus. However, during the first years of its operation, many reportedly viewed the railway as a spectacle to be viewed rather than a means of transportation. Overall, the CGR carried 3,199,934 tons of commercial goods and freight and 7,348,643 passengers during its history.

The various stations were designated by large trilingual (Greek, Turkish and English) white signs. The CGR owned a total of 12 locomotives, 17 coaches and about 100 multi-purpose wagons, 50 of which were purchased from Egypt and Palestine. The CGR employed around 200 people in total.

Railway Stations Halts and Sidings

Harbour Section

-   Varosha, Famagusta
-   Famagusta Harbour

Section 1

-   Varosha, Famagusta
-   English Halt
-   Enkomi Halt
-   Styllos Siding
-   Prastio Station
-   Gaidhouras Halt
-   Pyrga Siding
-   Yenagra Siding
-   Vitsadha Halt
-   Marathovouno Siding
-   Angastina Station
-   Monastir Siding
-   Exometochi Halt
-   Epikho Siding
-   Trakhoni Station
-   Mia Milea Halt
-   Kaimakli Siding
-   Nicosia Station

Section 2

-   Nicosia Station
-   Ayios Dhometios Halt
-   Nicosia Aerodrome Halt
-   Yerolakkos Halt
-   Kokkino Trimithia Station
-   Dhenia Siding
-   Peristerona Siding
-   Kato-Kopia Siding
-   Argaki Siding
-   Morphou Station

Section 3

-   Morphou Station
-   Nikitas Halt
-   Baraji Halt
-   Gaziveran Halt
-   Pendayia Siding
-   Karyotis Junction
-   Kalokhorio Station
-   Skouriotissa Halt
-   Vlasio Halt
-   Evrychou Station

Events

During the 46 years of its operation, the CGR was involved in various events concerned with the modern history of Cyprus:

-   During the Enosis riots in October 1931, of line were torn up, as the railway was regarded as a symbol of British colonial rule.
-   The transportation of Allied troops to and from Famagusta, Nicosia Airport and Xeros during both World Wars.
-   The track was targeted by the Axis powers during World War II.
-   The railway was used for the transportation of a large number of the 50,000 Jewish refugees to Karaolos internment camps, between 1946–1949.

Closure

The line never made a profit and by 1932 the Western terminus station was at Kalokhorio Lefka, while from 1948 onwards it only reached Nicosia aerodrome. After World War II the ramshackle equipment and competition from the improved road network led the Government to the decision to definitely terminate the CGR. The last train departed from Nicosia Station at 14:57 on 31 December 1951 and arrived at Famagusta at 16:38. The process of dismantling lasted up to March 1953.[7] After an auction was announced in _Cyprus Gazette_, 10 of the 12 locomotives, the tracks and part of the rolling stock were sold to the company MEYER NEWMAN & CO, for the price of £65,626. Locomotive 1 was preserved as a monument outside Famagusta Station. Most of the former CGR employees were re-employed in state services and semi-governmental organisations. Some wagons were bought by locals, acquiring novel uses, while the equipment was distributed amongst seven governmental departments. The stations were either demolished or turned into police stations (_Angastina_,[8] _Kokkini Trimithia_) or Public Works Department warehouses (_Famagusta_, _Nicosia_); Morphou Station became a grain storehouse, while at Evrychou it operated as a sanitary centre and a forest worker dormitory.

Heritage

A large part of the Nicosia-Famagusta motorway was built along the former railway track. Engine 1 can now be seen in front of the station building in Famagusta. Wagon 152 was restored and placed in the linear park in Kaimakli in 1995, then after a restoration it was moved to an exhibition featuring CGR relics in the Cultural Center of Laiki Bank in Nicosia. After a recent restoration work in 2012, this van together with a hand-powered trolley are now under a new shelter at Evrychou station with informative posters about its past and present. Evrychou station and its surroundings were rebuilt to become the Cyprus Railway Museum, with a total of about of new tracks laid in 2010–2012, in a Y-shape, almost with the original gauge. The museum finally opened in November, 2014. Tracks (more precisely: non-continuous portions of tracks) have also been laid in the Kaimakli area, but with different gauges: about 280 m with a 1380 mm and 18 m with a 595 mm gauge from the Agiou Ilaririonos street to the West and to the East directions, respectively. There are also posters with old pictures and time-tables exhibited along this linear park in Kaimakli. In Agios Dometios, where another short portion of the former railway line near Nicosia lies to the South from the Green Line after 1974, part of the railway line has recently become a linear park and a multi-purpose centre.

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[4] Cyprus Narrow Gauge Hugh Ballantine

[5] The Story of the Cyprus Government Railway B S Turner

[6] Basic info and timetable images from Khedivial Mail Line http://www.timetableimages.com/maritime/images/kml.htm

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title: Cyprus Government Railway

question: Why was the Cyprus government line closed

text: The answer fails to mention the competition from improved road networks.

answer: The line never made a profit and by 1932 the Western terminus station was at Kalokhorio Lefka, while from 1948 onwards it only reached Nicosia aerodrome. After World War II the ramshackle equipment and competition from the improved road network led the Government to the decision to definitely terminate the CGR.

answer: The line never made a profit and after World War II, the ramshackle equipment and competition from the improved road network led the government to terminate the CGR.

answer: The line never made a profit and by 1932 the Western terminus station was at Kalokhorio Lefka, while from 1948 onwards it only reached Nicosia aerodrome.

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text: The answer should mention that the ramshackle equipment and competition from the improved road network led the Government to the decision to definitely terminate the CGR.

text: The locations of the terminal stations are irrelevant.

answer: The line never made a profit and by 1932 the Western terminus station was at Kalokhorio Lefka, while from 1948 onwards it only reached Nicosia aerodrome. After World War II the ramshackle equipment and competition from the improved road network led the Government to the decision to definitely terminate the CGR.

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

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text: The response is not specific as to the reason why the line was closed down.

text: The answer is too long. It is sufficient to say it was closed due to financial reasons.

text: The answer is irrelevant to the question. The first sentence (and the subsequent two) explains why, but the question asks why.

text: The answer is almost a complete regurgitation (with little or no change) of the original text.

answer: The line never made a profit and by 1932 the Western terminus station was at Kalokhorio Lefka, while from 1948 onwards it only reached Nicosia aerodrome.


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He sat there again, Saturday night.  Not at a bar, not out with friends at his desk.  The monitors he normally gamed on were black and on sleep mode, waiting to be jolted back to life by the movement of his mouse or a click on his keyboard, but gaming wasn’t what he planned to do.  Instead, he sat on his phone, playing 2048.  Occasionally, a bead of sweat would roll down his head, from the intense thinking going on inside his brain.  Sometimes, he wasn’t even thinking about the game, that was just something to keep his fingers moving.  He was curled up in a ball, knees up to his chest and hands resting on top of his kneecaps.  Both hands cupped around the iPhone, right thumb sliding left and right, up and down across the touchscreen, moving tiny squares with numbers on them.  Why was he doing this to himself? It was because it reminded him of her.

Nick had just gotten out of a year long relationship with his girlfriend, he was only 18, well, 19 now, but he had always thought about the long term, he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life if he could.  He loved her but he had trouble showing it sometimes, maybe that’s where he went wrong.  One thing was for sure though, Mary was the only girl he ever loved.  He had crushes, occasional swings with other girls, but he and Mary always clicked, she was so easy to talk to, her smile so vibrant, he couldn’t imagine her sad.  She insisted she would sometimes get depressed, like she claimed she was when she broke up with him.
** **
He was on the phone with her, telling her about a dream he had, it was really all unimportant now what the dream was about, but she listened and she began to speak, the words Nick had feared were coming for a while, but he had always been hopeful.

“I.. I just.. don’t want a relationship right now.”  The words cut deep.  He knew that she had grown distant, but he didn’t realize how bad it was.  He had always been hopefully he could pull her back and make their life work together.  His brain was on autopilot, listening to what she had to say, not entirely believing it was completely over yet.  “I still love you.. I’m just going through some personal issues right now and I need to be alone.” Alone.  Right.. alone.  I don’t want to be alone.  He thought to himself.  He loved her though, more than anything, he could feel himself breaking down on the outside, already broken on the inside as she told him how she felt.  He told her that he was here for her, wanting to be as supportive as possible.  Even if this breakup wasn’t what he wanted, he loved her enough to let her go if that’s what she needed.  Nick said goodnight after a drawn out conversation with her and turned out the light by his bed, but he couldn’t sleep.  He went over every word he said, trying to find a deeper meaning.

He sat up and walked over to his computer, a couple of friends were on Skype, he didn’t want to talk to them though.  He got on his favorite game, and launched into a deathmatch.  He wandered around the map, shooting at pixels mindlessly, thinking about Mary.  He wished to hold her again, tell her he’d help her through all her tough times and depression that she felt.  But he couldn’t.  He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.  Not until the realization hit him that he had been dumped and she probably didn’t actually love him.  He turned off the game, went back to his bed and cried.  For the first time in what felt like forever, he cried.  He thought about all the scenarios and good times they had together, all the smiles.  The last month of their relationship had been especially torturous, with her acting on stage and preparing for a show, she couldn’t see him as much as normal, she had started growing away from him.  After a fight about whether he would be going to opening night or seeing friends, he decided to go to her show.  He did it for her.  He didn’t realize how much it meant during the fight, but once he realized just how much it meant, he did it.  He felt like shit for even starting that argument.  After all, he had always thought that they could make a life together and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.  The memory of the last time he saw her came to his mind and he thought about what he would’ve done differently as he lay in bed.
** **
His 19th Birthday party.  It was a small family gathering, she barely spoke.  She sat next to him, but she barely spoke.  I should have tried to talk to her more.  After all the family members left and it was just her and his immediate family, he sat down on the couch next to her, awkwardly sliding his arm around her, trying to see if it would spark a reaction or get her talking, she just pulled out her phone.  He tried to talk to her, but it felt so artificial, she was an actress, and he couldn’t tell whether she was acting right now or not.  She asked if Nick had heard about this new game, 2048.  I shouldn’t have given her my phone, I should have forced a conversation.  He admitted he had not and she installed it onto his phone, a math game, you added tiles with the same number up, over and over, starting at 2 until you reached 2048, you could slide the tiles up right left or down in a 4x4 space.  It was a challenging yet fun game.  She played it once, then passed it to Nick.  They swapped back every once in a while, awkwardly playing a game and not talking all that much to each other.  When they did it just felt like small talk, like a couple on a first date.  They’d grown so apart.  It hurt him to think back to that night.  It was the worst Birthday of his life.  He walked her out to the porch, he didn’t have shoes on and it was raining, so he couldn’t walk her to her car.  She kissed him, a small one, just a goodbye kiss but as she turned he grabbed her, drug her in close and kissed her passionately.  If I had known it was the last time I’d kiss her, I would have held it longer.  Right before they made contact he heard a small “Oh” come out, as if she was taken by surprise.  Did she not realize how he felt?

“Goodnight, I love you.” He tells her.

“I love you too, goodnight.”  Flat.  She turned and walked away from him.

“Drive safe.”  He watched her pull away and walked back into his house, mellowed.

Nothing after that.  Thinking back on it, he wished he’d walked her to her car, even if his socks got soaked, just to try and steal another kiss or two, or a small moment of contact that he just wished he could get now.  Another memory to hold of her.  He went back inside and played 2048 until he went to bed.  He was hardly getting a text from her now, it wasn’t until two days later that she broke up with him.
** **
He doesn’t know how to approach her anymore, after trying to figure out if there was any real reason besides her wanting to be alone for the breakup, he wasn’t going to get it.  He was just hurt and alone.  If it was her depression, he wondered why she wouldn’t use him, her boyfriend, as someone to confide in, someone to share her feelings with and someone to tell her it would all be okay.  Did she not trust him?  He couldn’t change how she felt, that was something he had to come to terms with.

So here he is, still sitting there alone on this Saturday night.  Trying desperately to beat 2048.  In some desperate way, he hopes that when he beats it he will be over her, find a way to move on.  But he can’t beat it.  He looks online, strategy guides on how to win, but they don’t help him.  He’s stuck playing, sliding, up.. left.. right.. but he can’t win.  She sends him texts, small, casual talk.  She calls him her “Best friend” and lingers the opportunity that one day they may be together again, but he doesn’t think that she loves him anymore.  He swears that he won’t check her Twitter, she tells him she’s depressed and wants to be alone, but she’s telling all her friends on Twitter, “Yes, I am single”.  It breaks his heart.  He turns off his monitors, let’s them fall asleep as he slides the number tiles, a text comes in from her, he will read it in a moment and continue to live in a fantasy world where they still have a chance together.  Then he’ll go back to playing 2048.  One day he’ll beat it, he’ll get over her.  But not tonight, tonight, he plays.

title: [Feedback/Critique Appreciated, Still Rough] 2048

question: Why is the narrator playing 2048?

text: He hopes that when he wins he will be over her.

answer: He plays the game because it reminds him of his ex-girlfriend.

text: The response should explain why the game reminds him of his ex-girlfriend.

answer: He plays the game because it reminds him of his ex-girlfriend.

text: It is omitted that the game was introduced to him by his ex-girlfriend.

text: It is omitted that his ex-girlfriend introduced him to the game.

text: It is omitted that the game is a distraction for him.

text: It would be more accurate to say that he plays because it reminds him of his girlfriend.

text: It misses to mention that the game was given to him by his girlfriend.

text: The question uses the term 'narrator' and the answer does not account for this.

answer: The narrator's ex-girlfriend downloaded the game onto his phone on the day she broke up with him. He plays it every day in the hope that when he finally wins the game he will be over her.

text: His girlfriend didn't break up with him the day she downloaded the game onto his phone. She broke up with him two days later.

answer: The narrator's ex-girlfriend downloaded the game onto his phone on the day she broke up with him. He plays it every day in the hope that when he finally wins the game she will come back to him.

text: It is not stated that she downloaded the game on the day she broke up with him.

text: The narrator plays the game because it reminds him of his girlfriend.

text: The narrator plays 2048 because it reminds him of his ex-girlfriend.

text: The narrator isn't playing the game because his ex-girlfriend downloaded it onto his phone on the day she broke up with him. He plays it because it reminds him of her.

text: It is omitted that he plays the game because it reminds him of her.

text: The story does not mention Nick playing the game every day.

text: The narrator plays the game every day because he thinks if he can beat it, he can finally move on from his ex-girlfriend.

answer: The narrator's ex-girlfriend downloaded the game onto his phone on the day she broke up with him. He plays it every day in the hope that when he finally wins the game she will come back to him.

text: The latter part of the response is incorrect - the narrator hopes to beat the game in the hopes of psychologically getting over his ex-girlfriend.

answer: The narrator's ex-girlfriend downloaded the game onto his phone on the day she broke up with him. He plays it every day in the hope that when he finally wins the game he will be over her.

text: The narrator plays the game because it reminds him of his ex-girlfriend.

text: It is not the day she broke up with him.

text: It is omitted that his girlfriend downloaded the game onto his phone on the day of his birthday.

text: It misses to mention that the game reminds him of his ex.

text: It is incorrect that the girl downloaded the game on the day they broke up.

text: "The narrator's ex-girlfriend downloaded the game onto his phone" - he's no longer a narrator. The story is titled "2048" and Nick plays it because Mary introduced it to him during his birthday party.


text:
“Do you really think he’s in there?”  I shouted to Mkente as I unsaddled my bag.
“I believe so,” he said. “If you’re going to catch the wild Floofapootamus, he will be in here.”
“Good,” I said as I ventured into the dark cave. There were bats hanging on the ceiling, and one swooped down inches away from my face, looking more like a flying goblin then a bat. His face was gnarled and wicked, and he shrieked like nails on a chalkboard. Now my heart began to pound wildly, and I knew this trip would not be easy. Unfortunately, I had no choice, for it was my destiny to meet the wild Floofapootamus.
After about ten minutes of hiking through the forest of stalagmites, we came across the river of the Watamug. Legend has it that the vicious Watamug roams these shallow waters, and the only way to protect yourself from it is to shoot with an arrow. This arrow has to be covered in snake venom and has to pierce the Watamug through the nose. If you fail, you will be torn to shreds. If you succeed, the arrow will exit the nose encased in solid gold, and you will be allowed to pass. I took a poisoned arrow with me just in case, but Mkente thought I was being superstitious. Right as I loaded my arrow, a noise came from down the river. It sounded like gravel being crushed into pieces, and was so hideous I covered my ears. As I looked up from my loaded bow, I saw the most hideous thing in the world. It looked like a giant catfish walking on hairy spider legs, 14 of them to be exact. Its snout was only about 1 foot, so I would have to aim well from 10 meters away, where I was. The Watamug raised its upper body like a cobra raises its head, and hissed at me. Mkente screamed as this happened, and the Watamug turned to see where the noise had come from. I knew this was my only chance. I fired at his nose and the arrow went right through, coming out the other side as yellow as the sun. The Watamug collapsed, and I yanked the arrow from its head. The arrow was at least 4 pounds heavier than it had been before, and I was sure it would be worth thousands. I stuffed it into my backpack as Mkente and I leaped across the glistening creek, still shaking from our recent encounter.
“I have a question for you,” Mkente said.
“And?” I replied.
“Why are we going all this way just to see a Floofapootamus?” he questioned.
“I need to catch this Floofapootamus. It’s my destiny,” I answered. “I’m sure you know the legend of the Floofapootamus,” I said as we winded our way through the damp, rocky tunnels.
“Of course,” said Mkente. “Whoever severs its horn and plays it will be able to ask for anything, and it will be given to them by the gods of wisdom.
“Yes!” I said. “And I need something very important, for I believe it will give me limitless power.”
“What is it?” replied Mkente.
“I can’t tell you, for then I won’t be able to receive it.” I said.
All of a sudden a large rocky alter rose from the ground with a thunder-like rumble and made a loud bang as it clicked into place.
“ARE YOU HERE TO SEE THE FLOOFAPOOTAMUS?” it boomed.
“Um…yes.”  I said. “I am on a mission to ask the gods the ultimate question.”
“OKAY, BUT FIRST YOU MUST PROVE YOU ARE WORTHY AND COMMITED. PLACE THE GOLDEN ARROW ON THE ALTER AS PENNANCE TO THE GODS,” it echoed.
“No way!” yelled Mkente. “That’s got to be worth at least $10,000!”
“WOULD YOU LIKE TO QUESTION THE GODS, OR HAVE MONEY?”
“Let’s just give him the arrow,” I said as I handed it over.
“GOOD,” the voice boomed. “YOU ARE WORTHY.”
The alter then descended back through the floor of the cave and disappeared as soon as it had come. Mkente and I continued on, unsure of what we would encounter next in this mysterious cave. We were now tired, hungry, and out of weapons.  We found an outcropping on the wall by which we could put our tent, so we decided to set up camp for the night. We straggled to build our tent lit by only a torch, and when we were finished we fell asleep immediately. It had been a long, adventurous day.
I woke up to the shrill noise of a scream. I jumped into the air immediately and looked around our small canvas tent. Mkente wasn’t there.
“Mkente! Mkente! Where are you?”  I screamed as I unzipped the tent and looked
Around. I heard another scream, this time coming from about thirty feet up the path. I ran all the way as fast as I could only to find something horrific-Mkente dangling by one hand on the edge of a humongous pit in the floor.
“Mkente!  Are you okay?” I questioned as I pulled him up from the edge of the pit.
“Yea, I’m fine,” He said in his peculiar, thick accent. “I have no idea what happened. One second I was looking around looking for firewood, the next I’m hanging for my life.”
“I’m just glad no one got hurt,” I said. “However, I have no idea how we’re going to cross that pit,” I explained to Mkente.
“I wonder how deep it is,” he replied. Then, suddenly, a slimy tentacle slithered out of the pit.
“Wha…? What is that?” said Mkente shakily as more and more of the hideous creature rose out.
“I have no idea,’ I said. “But it doesn’t look good.”
Just as I said this the rest of the creature crawled out.  It was a cuddly teddy bear-with 40 foot long tentacles.
“It’s the Floofapootamus!”  I screamed as I drew my sword. Its single horn stood erect 10 feet in the air, and I had no idea how I was going to cut it off.  The Floofapootamus leaned over and growled at me, obviously furious that I had interrupted its sleep.  It lashed a tentacle out at Mkente, and he was hurled 40 feet where he landed with a crash in a pile of bones. It leaned over again, this time to get a better look at its new enemies. I realized this was my chance.  I ran full speed to the edge of the pit…and jumped. I leapt as high as I could and latched on to the stuffed animal’s leg. It howled a yell that was the scariest thing I had ever heard, and then started trying to shake me off. Unfortunately for the Floofapootamus, I was already hacking away at its horn. It opened its mouth and I gazed into a hideous cavern spiked with crooked teeth, ready to eat me at any moment.  Just then I tore off its horn, but the weight of it in my hands threw me into the beast’s tentacle, which promptly threw me into the skeleton pit where Mkente was lying unconscious. I tried to shake him awake, and he began to come to. However, the Floofapootamus was reaching one of its tentacles out at us.  I knew what I had to do. I propped the gigantic horn against a stalagmite and blew as hard as I could. YMCA by the Village people then began blaring from the opposite side and the Floofapootamus froze, its eyes glowing bright green. In a deep voice it moaned, “What do you ask of me?”
I knew exactly what to say. “With my one wish, I demand a sitar.”
“What, are you crazy!” shouted Mkente. “You could have anything, and you think a sitar will give you limitless power!”
“Just wait!” I yelled.  A sitar began to materialize in my hands, and I just basked in the joy of the moment for a minute.  I was living my destiny. The Floofapootamus was beginning to recede back into its hole, but I strummed a Rajastan folk song on the Indian instrument. The Floofapootamus instantly rose again, this time its eyes gold.
“You are wise,” it said. “And clearly worthy. You have discovered my secret, and I am now at your command”
As Mkente stared in awe, I climbed on top of the beast’s back.
“To McDonalds!”  I yelled as the beast lumbered out of the cave, leaving Mkente behind.
“Wait!” he yelled. “You can’t leave me!”
“Yes, in fact I can,” I stated. “You doubted the magic of the sitar,” I proclaimed as we went off to get Happy Meals.

title: Wrote this at age 10...WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?!

question: What does the story say about battle?

text: There is no evidence that the narrator plans to use violence to get Happy Meals from McDonalds.

answer: The narrator and Mkele encounter the Watamug, and the narrator shoots an arrow through its nose. When they reach a deep pit, they are attacked by the Floofapootamus. The narrator draws his sword. The Floofapootamus lashes out at Mkente with a tentacle. The narrator latches onto the animal's leg and then tears off its horn.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator uses the horn to command the Floofapootamus.

text: The answer should mention the narrator's use of the sitar.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator uses the horn to gain power over the Floofapootamus.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is able to use the horn to get the Floofapootamus to grant a wish.

text: It's omitted that the narrator uses the sitar to command the Floofapootamus.

text: There is no evidence that shows the narrator was already latching on to the 'animal's' leg before swinging his sword at the beast's horn.

answer: No answer

answer: The narrator and Mkele encounter the Watamug, and the narrator shoots an arrow through its nose. When they reach a deep pit, they are attacked by the Floofapootamus. The narrator draws his sword. The Floofapootamus lashes out at Mkente with a tentacle. The narrator latches onto the animal's leg and then tears off its horn.

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention the battle with the Watamug.

text: The response misses to mention that the narrator and Mkente encounter the Watamug and the Floofapootamus.

text: The story has a lot to say about battle.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator and Mkente fight the Watamug and the Floofapootamus.

text: The story has some indication of battle and the question can be answered. Ultimately theFloofapootamus is the enemy and the narrator needs to defeat it to get what they need to ask a question of the gods. An arrow is used against the Watamug. A sword is used against the Floofapootamus.

text: The response misses mentioning that the narrator encounters the Watamug and the Floofapootamus.

answer: The narrator and Mkele encounter the Watamug, and the narrator shoots an arrow through its nose. When they reach a deep pit, they are attacked by the Floofapootamus. The narrator draws his sword. The Floofapootamus lashes out at Mkente with a tentacle. The narrator latches onto the animal's leg and then tears off its horn. Once the narrator takes control of the Floofapootamus, he leaves to conquer McDonalds.

text: The narrator and Mkente encounter the Watamug, not Mkele.

text: The narrator is not conquering McDonalds.

text: The response inaccurately mentions that the narrator and Mkente encounter the Watamug.

text: The narrator is not conquer McDonalds.

text: The last sentence is irrelevant to the question.

text: The narrator's sword is not playing an important role in the battle.


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[Phishers Favorites Top 25, Q1 2019]
  May 2nd, 2019  _Adrien Gendre_

Phishers’ Favorites: It’s Lonely at the Top: Microsoft Remains the #1 Impersonated Brand in Phishing Attacks

Today, we published our Phishers’ Favorites report for Q1 2019. Now in its fourth edition, the list highlights the 25 most impersonated brands in phishing attacks. The ranking is based on the number of unique phishing URLs Vade Secure detects for each brand within the quarter.

For the past three quarters, we published separate Phishers’ Favorites editions for North America and Europe. However, since we’re seeing minimal difference in the top 25 brands for each region, we decided to publish a single global list.

Without further ado, here is the full list, with additional analysis below.

MICROSOFT REMAINS #1 AS HACKERS LURE TARGETS INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY

Perhaps a surprise to no one at this point, Microsoft topped our Phishers’ Favorites list for the fourth straight quarter. After a big dip in activity over the holidays, when hackers shifted their sights to consumer targets, Microsoft phishing slowly recovered in January before resuming its torrid pace in February and March. In fact, the week of March 4th was the biggest single week for Microsoft phishing since we started our analysis. Because of the sluggish start to the year, though, the number of Microsoft phishing URLs actually declined in Q1 for the first time, finishing down a modest 4.5% from Q4 2018.

Microsoft’s sustained popularity with hackers stems from the lucrativeness of Office 365 credentials, which provide a single entry point to the entire Office 365 platform while enabling them to conduct multi-phased attacks using compromised accounts. In fact, Microsoft’s own research estimates that Office 365 phishing increased 250% from Jan – Dec 2018.

[Phishers Favorites Q1 2019: Microsoft remains the most phished brand]

We continue to see a variety of Office 365 phishing attacks, from suspended account claims to links to phony OneDrive or SharePoint documents. Overall, the sophistication of these attacks is growing, with many Office 365 phishing pages being virtually indistinguishable from the real thing. To accomplish this, hackers mirror the actual Office 365 login page, pulling JavaScript and CSS directly from the legitimate website and inserting their own script to harvest credentials.

[Microsoft Office 365 Phishing Page]
Microsoft phishing page with identical branding to legitimate website

In addition, we’re seeing pages that redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they’ve submitted their credentials in an attempt to convince them that nothing is amiss. For instance, one recent attack targeting multiple customers would redirect users to Office.com after they “logged in”. What’s also noteworthy about this phishing email is that the reply-to was a legitimate Microsoft email: support@microsoft.com. Again, this is intended to create a false sense of security with the user.

PAYPAL PHISHING SURGES, PROPELLING THE COMPANY TO THE #2 SPOT

Perennial phishers’ favorite PayPal regained the #2 spot, driven by a significant 88% increase in phishing URLs in Q1 2019. PayPal held the #2 spot in Q2 and Q3 2018, before falling to #3 in Q4 2018 with a 5.1% decline in phishing URLs.

PayPal has historically been one of the most targeted brands by phishers, and for obvious reasons: it is the most widely used online payment service worldwide, with more than 250 million active users as of Q3 2018. It’s also accepted by many online vendors worldwide, making PayPal credentials highly lucrative.

NETFLIX PHISHING ATTACKS TARGET BOTH CONSUMER AND CORPORATE USERS

Netflix fell one spot to #3 in the Q1 edition of Phishers’ Favorites. The growth in Netflix phishing URLs appear to be leveling off, from highs of 49.7% in Q2 2018 and 61.9% in Q3 2018, to 25.7% in Q4 2018 and 11.9% in Q1 2019.

[Netflix Phishing Trend, Phishers Favorites, Q1 2019]

In terms of content, most Netflix phishing emails claim that the user’s account has been suspended and/or their payment declined. What’s interesting is that more and more Netflix phishing emails are targeted at corporate email users. Since most users most likely use their personal email addresses for their Netflix accounts, one can only assume that hackers are hoping users won’t notice that the email was sent to their corporate email address. This is certainly possible, particularly when users read email on their mobile devices.

Another interesting trend is that many Netflix phishing emails contain as many as six or seven legitimate Netflix links (in addition to one malicious link). This technique is aimed at fooling both reputation-based email filters and users, who check one or two links and then assume that the email is legitimate.

ROUNDING OUT THE TOP 10 of Phishers’ Favorites

Facebook moved up three spots to #4, Bank of America dropped one spot to #5, and Credit Agricole shot up 15 spots to #6. Rounding out the top 10 were DHL at #7; Apple which increased eight spots to #8; Dropbox, which rose two spots to #9; and the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce (CIBC) which shot up nine spots to #10.

Like Netflix, Apple phishing is an interesting example that targets both consumer and corporate users. Moreover, thanks to the variety of Apple products and services, we continue to see a range of phishing subjects, including important security updates, disabled Apple ID, and Apple store receipts. We’re also seeing a combination of attack vectors, including phishing emails that also contain malicious attachments purporting to be an invoice.

CLOUD CONTINUES TO REPRESENT THE MOST PHISHING URLS BUT SOCIAL MEDIA SAW THE LARGEST GROWTH

After remaining consistent in Q4 2018, the industry makeup of the Phishers’ Favorites list changed in Q1 2019. Two financial services companies dropped out of the top 25, leaving seven brands in the category. Meanwhile, social media and government each added one company, bringing their respective totals to three and one. Cloud (6), Internet/Telco (5), and E-Commerce/Logistics (3) remained unchanged.

[Industry Phishing Trend, Phishers' Favorites, Q1 2019]

In terms of percentage, cloud accounted for the most phishing URLs for the fourth straight quarter. 42% of all phishing URLs impersonate cloud providers, down from 49.6% in Q4. This decline was driven by the fact that four of six cloud brands in the top 25—Microsoft (-4.5%), Docusign (-24.2%), Adobe (-1.6%), and Google (-34.1%)— saw a quarter-over-quarter (QoQ) decline.

On the other hand, social media phishing saw the highest QoQ growth of any sector. Phishing URLs impersonating social media brands increased 74.7% in Q1, reversing the trend of three straight quarters of decline. This growth comes from attacks impersonating two brands: Facebook and Instagram.

Facebook and Instagram phishing surge

Facebook phishing increased 155.5% in Q1, propelling the social media giant into the #4 spot. Facebook was actually the #1 impersonated brand in Q1 2018, but then saw three straight quarters of decline, dropping to the #7 spot in Q4 2018.

[Facebook phishing trend, Phishers' Favorites Q1 2019]

It’s hard to know precisely why phishers are suddenly interested in Facebook credentials again. One plausible explanation could be the rise of social sign-on using Facebook accounts. With a set of Facebook credentials, hackers can see what other apps the user has authorized via social sign-on—and then compromise those accounts!

Another theory could be Facebook’s own questionable business practices, with recent headlines revealing that Facebook stored hundreds of millions of user passwords in plain text, and required some new users’ email passwords in order to sign up. Hackers could be taking advantage of the confusion and concerns of Facebook users to lure them into clicking on phishing pages.

[Instagram Phishing Trend, Phishers' Favorites, Q1 2019]

Instagram is another interesting example. For three quarters, Instagram phishing was virtually nonexistent. Then suddenly, in Q1, the number of URLs exploded 1,868.8%! What drove such massive growth? At the beginning of March, a number of news outlets reported on a wave of phishing emails claiming to offer a verified Instagram badge to trick recipients into providing their credentials. This same phishing attack was detected by Vade Secure’s technology.

[Instagram Phishing Page: Verified Badge Scam]
Instagram phishing page: verified badge scam

MONDAYS AND TUESDAYS ARE THE TOP DAYS FOR PHISHING

The most popular days for phishing attacks shifted from Tuesday and Wednesday in Q4 2018 to Monday and Tuesday in Q1 2019. The middle three days were Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. And the bottom two days for phishing were Saturday and Sunday.

[Day of Week Phishing Trend, Phishers' Favorites, Q1 2019]

Looking at individual brands, Microsoft phishing attacks follow the overall trend, spiking on Monday and Tuesday; remaining strong Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday; and then dropping significantly over the weekend. Given the focus on Office 365 – versus Microsoft’s consumer products and services – hackers are clearly trying to take advantage of professionals being in the office and active on email during the week to increase their odds of success.

Microsoft phishing dominates weekdays, PayPal phishing weekends

To further illustrate the prevalence of Microsoft phishing on weekdays, we looked at which brand had the most new phishing URLs on each single day in Q1. Then we tallied up the results for all 90 days in the quarter. Microsoft was the #1 phished brand on 72% of weekdays, followed by PayPal (23%) and Facebook (3%).

[Single Day Highs, Phishers' Favorites, Q1 2019]

Looking at single day totals for the weekend days in Q1, the results shifted to PayPal (73%), followed by Facebook (11%) and Netflix (8%).

What’s clear across the board is that while there are many consistencies from quarter to quarter (e.g. Microsoft being the #1 target), hackers show no limit to their creativity. The way they construct their attacks—from the message content to the techniques they use to trick recipients—continues to evolve very rapidly.  To learn how to mitigate threats to Office 365, read the IDC Analyst Connection: Email Security: Maintaining a High Bar When Moving to Office 365.

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question: What does the article say about how the hackers create the illusion of authenticity?

text: The last line is not relevant, as it doesn't clarify how the hackes feigned legitimacy.

answer: Hackers create phishing pages that are indistinguishable from the real thing. They mirror the actual login page, pulling JavaScript and CSS directly from the legitimate website and inserting their own script to harvest credentials. They also redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they have submitted their credentials. Hackers use a legitimate Microsoft email address as the reply-to. Another technique is to include several legitimate Netflix links in addition to one malicious link.

text: The answer should mention that the phishing emails are made to look like they are sent from the real company.

text: The answer should mention that the phishing emails are sent to corporate email addresses.

text: The answer should mention the verified badge scam.

text: The answer should mention that the emails are often sent to corporate email addresses.

text: The answer could mention the verified badge scam.

text: The answer should mention that the hackers also use social engineering to create a false sense of security with the user.

text: The answer should mention the verified Instagram badge scam.

text: The answer omits creating a false sense of security.

answer: Hackers are able to mirror the actual Office 365 login page, pulling JavaScript and CSS directly from the legitimate website. Pages also redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they've submitted their credentials. They also used a legitimate Microsoft email as the reply-to. Many Netflix phishing emails contain six or seven legitimate Netflix links. There was a wave of phishing emails claiming to offer a verified Instagram badge.

text:
The answer should mention that hackers redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they’ve submitted their credentials in an attempt to convince them that nothing is amiss. For instance, one recent attack targeting multiple customers would redirect users to Office.com after logging in.
It should state that most Netflix phishing emails claim that the user’s account has been suspended or their payment declined, and more Netflix phishing emails are targeted at corporate email users.
It should add in the penultimate sentence that, in addition to the legitimate Netflix links, one of them includes one malicious link.

answer: Hackers are able to mirror the actual Office 365 login page, pulling JavaScript and CSS directly from the legitimate website. Pages also redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they've submitted their credentials. They also used a legitimate Microsoft email as the reply-to. Many Netflix phishing emails contain six or seven legitimate Netflix links. There was a wave of phishing emails claiming to offer a verified Instagram badge.

text: The answer should mention that the phishing emails use the same branding as the legitimate website.

text: The last two sentences are not relevant

text: The answer could mention the attachment scam.

text: The answer leaves out how the hackers are able to convince the users that the emails are legit.

text: The answer should mention that the emails claim to offer a verified Instagram badge.

text: "Pages also" - change "pages" to "some".

answer: Hackers are able to mirror the actual Office 365 login page, pulling JavaScript and CSS directly from the legitimate website. Pages also redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they've submitted their credentials. They also used a legitimate Microsoft email as the reply-to. Many Netflix phishing emails contain six or seven legitimate Netflix links.

text: The response would have been better if it has expanded on the Netflix issue (see the last sentence).

answer: Hackers create phishing pages that are indistinguishable from the real thing. They mirror the actual login page, pulling JavaScript and CSS directly from the legitimate website and inserting their own script to harvest credentials. They also redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they have submitted their credentials. Hackers use a legitimate Microsoft email address as the reply-to. Another technique is to include several legitimate Netflix links in addition to one malicious link.

answer: Hackers are able to mirror the actual Office 365 login page, pulling JavaScript and CSS directly from the legitimate website. Pages also redirect users to legitimate Microsoft pages once they've submitted their credentials. They also used a legitimate Microsoft email as the reply-to. Many Netflix phishing emails contain six or seven legitimate Netflix links.

text: The answer should mention that the emails also contain malicious links.

text: The answer should mention that the phishing emails also contain malicious attachments.

text: The answer omits that the phishing emails also contain malicious attachments purporting to be an invoice.

text: The answer could mention the use of social sign-on.

text: The answer omits the technique used on Apple phishing.

text: The answer should add that hackers use phrases that trick users into thinking their login has been suspended.