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“Payback’s a bitch,” Paul said.

He smiled to himself and continued packing. We were both 16-years-old at the time, but he already towered over me at 6’2″. At times like those I was almost glad that he was my friend. But it also meant that I couldn’t refuse being accomplice to his schemes.

I told my parents I was going to be staying at his house for the night, and his parents didn’t give a shit where we went. We packed up a sleeping bag and some clothes and were out the door shortly after 9PM, heading to one of our old Salt Cedar tree forts on the fringe of his neighborhood.

“At midnight, we’ll hit Tim’s house,” he explained as we walked down the unlit road. Floating just over the mountain horizon, the moon looked twice its normal size. “That kid’s been trying to get me in trouble ever since junior high.”

He wasn’t wrong, I had been there during gym the day before. At lunch, they served pumpkin pie that tasted like hell, so Paul went around gathering plates of it from people who didn’t finish. After the period let out, we found pieces of pie decorating the walls outside the building.

The only person besides Paul who was missing from gym class was Tim. So we knew what Tim’s little smirk meant when the principal came and hauled Paul out of fifth period. And when everyone found him, standing on a ladder and cleaning the pie off the walls, Tim was there with his phone out, recording it.

“What are you going to do to him?” I asked.

We had our flashlights out now. The yellow beams knifed through the tall grass and the desert landscape. I could see the dark shape of the Salt Cedar, outlined like a crouching giant in the distance. It had been our home away from home ever since I met Paul in elementary school. We met each other because of a play date our parents arranged. If it wasn’t for that, I would’ve been just another one of the many people he took his frustrations out on.

“I don’t know yet,” he said. “Figured I’d give him a few choices and let him decide for himself how he wants to be punished. The punishment’s got to fit the crime. Narkdom is a very serious offense, Brent.”

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When we reached the Cedar, we got a nice fire going in the center of the clearing. It was old and the trunks grew out far enough to allow a mid-section to be completely open, yet covered the sky in the canopy of needles. It was then that I first saw the black duffel bag that Paul had brought. He pulled forth a bunch of weird looking tools and he revealed a long piece of rope.

I asked him what they were, but he simply smiled and said I would find out later. We left the fire burning and made back for the housing area where Tim lived. Somehow, Paul knew which window looked into his bedroom, because we crouched below an illuminated square of glass, and waited quietly. Paul reached up and knocked twice.

The square of light shining onto the ground intensified as the shades were pulled aside. But a moment later, they were shut again. Paul knocked another time. I could feel Tim’s presence above us, looking out through the window and wondering what was going on. Finally, the window creaked open and he stuck his head out.

Paul reached up and threw one hand over his mouth, yanking him from the window with his free arm. The full weight of the situation hit me. We were _kidnapping_ him. _This is kidnap,_ my mind shouted.

Still, without thinking, I handed Paul the bandana and rope and watched as he expertly bound Tim’s hands behind his back and covered his face.

“Shut the fuck up and walk if you don’t want to die,” he said in a low menacing voice.

Paul had to walk backwards in order to keep Tim hoisted up and one hand over his mouth. So I led the way, both flashlights in my hands. I was terrified someone would come upon us, but I almost wished that someone would. I wanted someone to catch us and stop this before it got out of hand. Paul was known for being a bully, but even I could not predict what he was going to do to this guy. And for what? For having to clean up pie he had thrown at the wall?

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The fire was still alive by the time we made it back into the center of the Salt Cedar. When Paul took his bandana off, Tim’s eyes were wide and horror struck. But he didn’t look at us, instead he gazed wildly around the center of the tree fort.

“If you try yelling, I’ll make you regret it,” Paul said.

He slumped Tim on the ground beside one of the twisting trunks and tied his hands behind his back, wrapping his arms around the trunk. Then, he took the bandana out of his mouth.

“We can’t be here!” Tim shouted.

Paul threw all of his weight into his punch as he struck Tim in the jaw. I heard a sickening pop.

“Why can’t we be here?” I asked. “And be quiet about it.”

“This is the Bleeding Hollow,” he said, more quietly.

Paul and I both laughed. “We’ve been coming here for years,” I told him. _“This is our home.”_

“…but have you ever stayed the night here?” he asked, blood flowing from his mouth.

As a matter of fact we hadn’t, but we never said that. Paul just looked at me with a condescending smile and walked back to his tool bag. By the way Tim was looking at me, I could tell he was going to try to prey on me as the weak link. He knew I wasn’t hard like Paul.

“Is this about the pie?” Tim asked. Paul looked up and nodded at him. “My dad’s the janitor, you asshole. _What else did you expect?_ For me to let him pick up after your stupid, shitty pranks?”

“Why is this place called the Bleeding Hollow?” I asked him, ignoring his pleas.

“Oh, you don’t know?” he asked, turning his attention to me. “This is the perfect place for homeless people to come and stay the night. If it wasn’t cursed, there would be an entire mob of them here, for all of the bum population we have in town.” He looked at me in complete seriousness. “But they don’t. Because they can’t, dumbass.”

“Why can’t they?”

“Well, they _can_,” he iterated. “They did in the past. But they all wind up dead.”

“How?”

“The fuck do I look like, the village herald or —”

He was cut short by Paul’s fist again. Paul wasn’t the brightest, but I could see the wheels were moving in his eyes now. He was intrigued.

“Answer his question,” he said. “The best you can.”

_“Because,_” he said, resentment now curdling in his voice. “They all started killing each other. Every time. The police came out here four times and found a bloodbath here four times. Now, no one even tries to come here. Except for you idiots.”

Paul was still skeptical, I could tell. But something about the authority in Tim’s voice had me unnerved. Still, Paul sauntered back to his black bag and pulled forth something that looked like a pointed pair of pliers. He clamped them threateningly at Tim.

“I think you’re full of it,” he said.

Just then we heard the sound of a twig snapping outside the treeline. I thought for a moment that I had glimpsed headlights streaming through the branches. A deep, gruff voice called out to us:

“We know you boys are in there! Where is Timothy?”

Paul cursed and dropped his tool back into the bag. He told me to stay and that he would take care of it. But how? I didn’t believe that he could. The man sounded like a police officer or something. Suddenly I saw myself in the juvenile detention center, explaining to my parents why we were in the wilderness, holding a boy hostage.

I looked up and caught Tim’s gaze. “You know what you have to do,” he said. “If you untie me now, I can run the other way and explain that this was all just an accident. You don’t need to go down for Paul’s mistake.”

I couldn’t refuse his offer. Paul may have grown accustomed to this kind of thing, but my record was clean and I was determined to keep it that way. So I slid down beside Tim and untied the rope around his hands. He nodded at me and ran off in the opposite direction that Paul had gone.

Only moments after he had left the sprawling glow of the fire, Paul re-emerged, looking perplexed.

“No one is out there,” he said. His eyes found me, kneeling down where Tim was just moments ago. “What the hell, man?”

“It sounded like the police,” I explained.

For years we had been friends, and I’d never seen Paul look so furious as he did then. He looked like he was considering taking the tools to me now. I rose up and tried to explain further, but before I could begin, Tim popped back into the clearing. He looked even more confused than Paul.

“How?” he stammered. “How did I wind up here again?”

With a last terrified glance at me and Paul, he sped off the direction he had come. But how could he have gotten lost? The sprawl of the Salt Cedar was big, but not that big. It was just several long paces from the center and you were out. Still, Tim came back upon the clearing, this time beside me. Meanwhile, Paul was frozen in disbelief.

Tim looked like he was going to cry. “I swear to God!” he growled. “I swear to God I ran for the exit.” Boldly, he took a step towards Paul, explaining, “I didn’t make a turn. _I should be out of the fort_.”

His features waxed pale beneath the firelight. Realization struck his watery eyes.

“The Bleeding Hollow,” he said.

“Bullshit,” said Paul, taking a step towards him.

But before he could reach him, Timothy dove for the duffel bag. He pulled out an old, rusted machete. Tim wielded it fiercely, telling Paul to stay away.

“You packed _a machete_?” I asked him.

“Just shut the fuck up, both of you,” Tim said. “I’m in charge now. And I know how the legend goes…”

As Tim spoke, I felt like the lights in my mind were flickering off and on. It was almost as if my eyes were blinking for minutes at a time. Everything before me was snapping in and out of focus. And his words were breaking off and burst forth, almost as though someone were covering and then uncovering my ears.

Then I heard a sound like a whisper. I jumped when it came, but I found no one beside me. Meanwhile, Paul and Tim were speaking to each other in words I could not hear. All I heard was the low muttering coming from I know not where.

“Listen to me,” said the voice. “I’ll show you the way out. You do not need to die here with them. You do not belong here.”

And I did listen, numb and barely conscious. The voice was like a lullaby singing me into a soft kind of daydream. I turned where I stood and walked away from the center of the Salt Cedar, into the churning darkness.

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The only thing I remember after that was a long, vivid dream. I dreamt I was floating inches off the ground, over the roots and the weeds of the Salt Cedar. The night air felt cool and cleansing as I left the clearing. I turned, still hovering, and a hole opened up into the exterior of the fort.

Through the hole, I saw Tim and Paul, standing several feet away from each other and yelling. All the while, Paul was moving deft hands over the rope, twisting it into knots and turns. As I watched him, I too felt a rope in my hands. I was mirroring his actions. I watched as Paul finished the rope and slung it over a high hanging tree branch, and then started climbing.

As he climbed, Tim was still talking wildly. They seemed oblivious to the actions they were performing. Even as Tim started digging a hole in the ground and solidifying the handle of the machete into it, with the blade turned up, did he speak aggressively to Paul.

I remember floating farther away from the scene. As I did, I saw a body drop from the branches. I saw a body fall straight down onto the ground. Then, I awoke.

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Sirens were going off around me. Daylight was bleeding through the branches. The outside world was slowly encroaching on me and I was aware of the hard dirt beneath me. Slowly, I lifted myself up and I found that I was lying directly in the center of the Salt Cedar.

Paul’s body was dangling from a tree branch overhead. His neck snapped and his feet swung loose as he slowly turned clockwise, then counter-clockwise. He was attached to the branch by a noose fashioned out of the same rope he had packed last night. Just a few feet away was Tim, slumped down with his back arched, the bladed tip of the machete splitting his skin open wide. The handle was bored into the ground. They were both dead.

“_Ho-ley shit,_ not again,” came a loud voice. It sounded the same as the voice we had heard last night; the one that Paul had gone out to investigate. “Guys, in here. The neighbors were right, someone else found their way here.”

As the officer approached, he looked at me almost as though he expected to find me there. He had long, braided hair and brown skin that was dried like tree bark. I realized I had seen him before at family gatherings. His family name was Sitting Wolf.

The other officers poured into the fort behind him and approached the bodies. Meanwhile, the man I recognized came up to me and spoke in a hushed tone, crouching in front of me.

“I knew your great uncle, Sheshone,” he said, putting a big hand on my shoulder. “You have the blood of the Mojave Tribe in you.”

I just looked dumbly up at him, unable to process what he was saying.

“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be alive right now.” He put an outstretched finger to his lips and hushed me. “You were here to kill yourself too, but you couldn’t go through with it like the other two could. They wouldn’t believe us about the Bleeding Hollow anyways. They never do,” he glanced behind him, where the deputies stood watching the bodies.

“There was a brutal murder here,” he said. “When the West was expanding. A chief was bled out here. His Spirit never stopped bleeding. This is why one does not camp in Salt Cedars in the Mojave Desert, boy, for the spirits in them are ever-watchful in the dead of night.” [TC mark]

[Godsey_Creepy_BIG]

question: What does the story say about how the narrator feels?

answer: The narrator feels uncomfortable when he realizes that Paul and he are going to kidnap Tim. He is terrified someone would come upon them, but he almost wished that someone catch and stop them before it got out of hand. He is surprised and scared when they hear a voice in the wood. He is worried that the police can catch them. The narrator is confused when they see Tim coming back upon the clearing. He feels numb and barely conscious when he hears a man whispering that he will show him the way out. He is confused when the man tells him that he has the blood of the Mojave Tribe.

question: What does the story say about the mystery of the Bleeding Hollow?

answer: The Bleeding Hollow used to be the place for homeless people to come and stay the night. However, today no one comes there because they started killing each other. The police came out there four times and found a bloodbath.

question: What does the story say about Paul's character?

answer: Paul is a bully, cruel, aggressive, and vengeful. He always makes problems in school and takes his frustrations out on people. He is not very intelligent.

question: What does the story say about Tim's hobbies?


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AngryJoe's New PC Gaming Command Center
He went with an Alienware. Must say that's one ugly as fuck tower.

AJS Command Center PC Specs:
Area 51 Tower
Intel i7-5930k (6 cores, 15mb Cache, Overclocked 3.9 GHZ)
32 GB DDR4 Memory 2133mhz
DUAL 8GB GEFORCE GTX 980'S
256GB SSD Boot Drive
4TB 6KRPM SATA Hard Drive
1500 Watt Power Supply

Command Center Components:
3 Asus Ultrafast 1ms 27 Inch Monitors
Ergotech Triple Horizontal LCD Monitor Stand
Bush Furniture Series A Desks Hansen Cherry/Galaxy
Sharp 60 Inch Aquos LED TV
Mount-It! Dual Arm Swiveling TV Wall Mount
Elgato Capture HD
Microsoft Lifecam
Shure Digital PG 27 Microphone
Blue Yeti Microphone
Logitech G910 Keyboard
Logitech G930 Wireless Headset
Logitech mX Wireless Mouse
Logitech Z506 5.1 Speakers
PS4, Xbox One, and WiiU Consoles

I'm sure GAF could have helped him build a PC without dishing 2381760328 extra dollars, which he most likely did

EDIT: The main point of discussion being the look of that tower and the 8 GB 980 SLI setup he's supporting. I haven't heard of these.

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He clearly got a ridiculous discount or got it for free judging by the Alienware ads in the description.

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Jesus Christ how horrifying, are you sure he's not sponsored by them or something?

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And we need to know this because...?

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Probably paid 1000$+ more than he should have for this, geez.

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Thread title misleading, he bought the computer. He never built it from scratch.
So much fun to build a pc. Wish I had the money to build one

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He clearly got a ridiculous discount or got it for free judging by the Alienware ads in the description.

He pretty much says this at some point.

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Neogaf Gaming: Angry Joe's blog.
He didn't even build it.

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He didn't build it though, as he said he just pressed the buy button

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Probably paid 1000$+ more than he should have for this, geez.

He probably paid nothing.

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So he didn't build anything rather ordered or was given a pc... Ya still can't stand the dude.
How does he have dual 8GB 980GTX, they only come in 4GB.

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Neogaf Gaming: Angry Joe's blog.
He didn't even build it.

As opposed to NeoGaf gaming: everyone else's blog?

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Dude, don't fucking put your Wii U on top of your PS4 on top of your Xbox One, are you crazy!?

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Looks like his taste in furniture is as good as his sense of style.

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Props, sweet specs. Is he keeping a more mid range system as well to evaluate performance for reviews? As that will probably laugh at most games, maybe mask any issues....

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As opposed to NeoGaf gaming: everyone else's blog?

Yep!
Seriously though it seems like something odd to make a thread is all.

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Neogaf Gaming: Angry Joe's blog.

Pretty much

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Yeah,why is this a topic?

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AngryJoe needs to be banned on this site. His schtick is tired, his videos are too long, and I don't need to be updated on everything that he does in his life. I honestly don't care.

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If I had his money, so would I.

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Sure he got some deeeeeep discounts and promotional consideration.

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Oh, well, good for you Joe, wish I had one, I think, I don't know, for free?
Where is the anger though? I thought this was ANGRY Joe? I didn't pay for this!!

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8GB Geforce GTX 980?
That's not how SLI works.
EDIT: He actually said 8GB a piece? uhh... I'm pretty sure that doesn't exist atm.

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"AngryJoe gets a free PC from a sponsor"

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8GB Geforce GTX 980?
uhh... I'm pretty sure that doesn't exist atm.

Hidden Nvidia tech, man. He got the prototypes obviously.

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Why do people always make threads about this guy's videos? He's an idiot.

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AngryJoe needs to be banned on this site. His schtick is tired, his videos are too long, and I don't need to be updated on everything that he does in his life. I honestly don't care.

I think this is how neogaf works

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You know, I woke up this morning and thought "boy oh boy, I wonder what that crazy cat Angry Joe is up to today". Leave it to Gaf to let me know.

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He went with an Alienware. Must say that's one ugly as fuck tower.

Oh my God....
That thing's hideous.

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Build and Alienware in the same sentence, I'm not sure that's right.

[BeforeU]

BeforeU

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

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Why do people always make threads about this guy's videos? He's an idiot.

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watched 2min, and looks like he is shilling. wtf

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Why do people always make threads about this guy's videos? He's an idiot.

He is the future of gaming journalism... People were going crazy about true journalist talking behind the scene, imagine the future when these guys are the lead news and opinions for gaming and are easily bought off by gifts like this.

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I like angry joe but how is this threadworthy? unless OP is an alienate astroturfing dude?

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I enjoy watching his reviews but i don't really see the point.
What's next? "AngryJoe buys a big ass TV".

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I live a happier life now. Thanks OP.

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Does it come in leopard print?

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"It's is beautiful" (I admit, that's about all I saw after skipping to that bit by fluke, being disgusted and then closing the tab)
Apparently he is blind as well as angry. Or a massive liar.

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closed the video as soon as I saw the tower.

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I sent a link to the base unit to my spouse from the alienware site. I could hear the laughter from across the house.

[crazepharmacist]

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8 gb gtx 980? Is that a thing?

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How can a computer tower be ergonomic?
They had to pay him or give him the computer because that thing looks fugly.

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Was waiting for an actual alien to pop out of the alien pod.

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PSA: dont suggest An Angry Joe Community or OT type of thread. I was banned once for doing that.

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And DSP bought a computer for 3000 dollars and it chugged trying to stream Rage at 60FPS. He was mad as fuck.
The moral of the story is: build your own PCs.

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That is the ugliest tower I've ever seen. Angry joe should have something better looking than that eyesore.

question: What GPU/Graphics Card does the aJS Command Center PC have?

answer: A Dual 8GB GEFORCE GTX 980

question: Is the poster sponsored by Alienware?

answer: It would appear so based on the ads in the description.

question: Did the poster build the PC or did he buy it prebuilt?

answer: All the commenters think he bought it prebuilt.


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The RUTHERGLEN FOOTBALL AND NETBALL CLUB is an Australian rules football and netball club playing their home games in Rutherglen, Victoria, Australia. The current Rutherglen FNC was created after the merger of Ovens & Murray Football League sides Rutherglen and Corowa in 1979. Surplus players formed the Corowa-Rutherglen FC and played in the Coreen & District Football League for 13 years.

A stint in the Ovens & King Football League followed before moving to the Tallangatta & District Football League. The club dropped the Corowa part in their name in 2002.

History

Predecessor club

The original Rutherglen FC was established in 1877, with the first recorded match being against Wahgunyah Football Club on Wednesday, 3rd June, 1877.[1] Football was played intermittently in the club's formative years against other local towns and districts in the late 1870s and 1880s before joining the Ovens And Murray Football Association in 1893 as one of its four original teams. The club was based at Rutherglen's “Barkley Park” located just off Reid Street & just north-west of the town's center. It was a powerhouse in the Ovens And Murray Football Association during its early days competing in many finals.

The birth of the _Cats_ (1979)

Following the establishment of the Corowa-Rutherglen Roos in 1979, after the merger of the Corowa Spiders and the Rutherglen Redlegs, a number of surplus players decided to form the Rutherglen-Corowa _Cats_ (known in some record books as the “Corowa-Rutherglen” Cats). Wearing a navy blue and white hooped jersey along with navy blue shorts and navy blue and white hooped socks for the majority of their history, the club would be based at Rutherglen's “Barkley Park”. They joined the Coreen & District Football League, which was based around the farming districts north of Corowa, New South Wales. The club enjoyed thirteen short but successful seasons in the Coreen & District Football League winning a total of 16 Premierships across the 3 respective grades, including three senior premierships from eight grand final appearances.

After the 1991 season the club left the New South Wales based Coreen & District football League for the Victorian Ovens & King Football League, which was based around the greater Wangaratta area encompassing many former gold rush community's. They spent eleven seasons in the Ovens & King Football League, where neither the senior side nor the reserve side contested a grand final, however the Under 16's contested 4 grand finals from 1999 to 2002, claiming the club's sole premiership in 2001 over Bright by 29 points at the Tarrawingee Rec Reserve. The club officially changed its name to the “Rutherglen Football Club” in 2002, droping the “Corowa” name 23 years after the merger. At the end of the 2003 season, the Beechworth Football Club & the Rutherglen Football Club applied for an application to join the Tallangatta & District Football League, but were refused by the Ovens and King board, so the clubs took their appeal to the Victoria Country Football League and won the appeal to join the Tallangatta & District Football League for the 2004 season.

In 2004 the club joined the Victorian Tallangatta & District Football League which is based around the small towns & farming districts near Tallangatta and every finals match being held at the Sandy Creek Oval, locally referred to as “The MCG of the Bush”. Since joining the club's jersey has slightly varied to re-introduced the white monogrammed “RFC” of the Redlegs along with keeping the navy blue & white hoops of the Cats. While the club still hasn't tasted premiership success at senior or reserve levels after playing a number of final series, the club has won its first Tallangatta & District Football League Premiership when in 2007 the Under 14's defeated Yackandanda by three points. Traditionally the club does not play on the Queen's Birthday Weekend as the town hosts the annual Winery Walkabout, however, in 2016 the Corowa-Rutherglen Roos moved their OMFL Round 11 match against the Wodonga Buldogs to Rutherglen's Barkly Park.

The club's numbers have continued to grow with each passing season including club staff, supporters, & sponsors.

Honours

Premierships and achievements

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  CDFL / COREEN & DISTRICT FOOTBALL LEAGUE (1979-1991) [2]
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  -   SENIOR

  PREMIERSHIPS (3): _1984, 1986, 1990._

  RUNNERS-UP (5): _1980, 1985, 1987, 1988, 1991._

  MINOR-PREMIERSHIPS (2): _1987, 1990._

  -   RESERVE

  PREMIERSHIPS (6): _1979, 1982, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988._

  RUNNERS-UP (5): _1980, 1981, 1984, 1989, 1991._

  MINOR-PREMIERSHIPS (4): _1980, 1987, 1990, 1991._

  -   THIRDS (UNDER 16'S)

  PREMIERSHIPS (7): _1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1990._

  RUNNERS-UP (2): _1987, 1988._

  MINOR-PREMIERSHIPS (1): _1983._
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  OKFL / OVENS & KING FOOTBALL LEAGUE (1992-2003) [3]
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  -   THIRDS (UNDER 16'S)

  PREMIERSHIPS (1): _2001._

  RUNNERS-UP (3): _1999, 2000, 2002._
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  TDFL / TALLANGATTA & DISTRICT FOOTBALL LEAGUE (2004-_PRESENT_)[4]
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  -   THIRDS (UNDER 17'S)

  RUNNERS-UP (2): _2010, 2013._

  MINOR-PREMIERSHIPS (2): _2010, 2013._

  -   FOURTHS (UNDER 14'S)

  PREMIERSHIPS (1): _2007._

  RUNNERS-UP (1): _2010._

  MINOR-PREMIERSHIPS (1): _2007._
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Individual honours

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  CDFL / COREEN & DISTRICT FOOTBALL LEAGUE (1979-1991)
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  -   RESERVE

  BEST & FAIREST - “LEWIS FAMILY TROPHY” (3): _1986 (C.Killeen), 1987 (C.Killeen), 1991 (A.Morris)._

  -   THIRDS (UNDER 16'S)

  BEST & FAIREST - “LEWIS FAMILY TROPHY” (5): _1982 (P.Davidson), 1984 (N.Holten), 1985 (P.Weir), 1987 (C.Edmondson), 1990 (D.Shiers)._
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  OKFL / OVENS & KING FOOTBALL LEAGUE (1992-2003)
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  -   SENIOR

  BEST & FAIREST - “CLYDE BAKER MEDAL” (3): _1996 (T.Gayfer), 1999 (R.Milthorpe), 2001 (A.Mihaljevic)._

  LEADING GOAL KICKER MEDALIST (2): _1996 (R.Robbins - 81), 1997 (P.Busch - 101)._

  -   RESERVE

  BEST & FAIREST - “ROSS SCHUTT (CHRONICLE) MEDAL” (5): _1994 (K.Renshaw), 1995 (A.Morris), 2000 (B.Renshaw), 2001 (B.Renshaw), 2002 (D.Hatton)._

  -   THIRDS (UNDER 16'S)

  BEST & FAIREST - “FRED JENSEN MEDAL” (4): _1994 (M.Dowdle), 1996 (S.O’Keefe), 1997 (A.Howard), 2002 (J.Seymour)._
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  BEST & FAIREST - “BARTON MEDAL” (1): _2005 (B.Davis)._

  -   THIRDS (UNDER 17'S)

  BEST & FAIREST MEDALISTS (1): _2012 (M.Brennan - 36)_

  LEADING GOAL KICKER MEDALIST (1): _2010 (D.Van Berlo - 50)._
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Team of the Century (1903-2003)

Team ref:

-   [] Corowa (1903–78)
-   [] Rutherglen (1903–78)
-   [] Corowa-Rutherglen (1979–2003)

Notes:

-   ¹ G. Tobias was named in the Team of the Century for his career with the Corowa FC. He was also a foundation player for the Corowa-Rutherglen FC in 1979

Hall of Famers

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  OMFL / OVENS & MURRAY FOOTBALL LEAGUE (EST. 2005) [5]
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  -   [http://www.omfnl.com.au/index.php?view=item&catid=&id=25%3Ajohn-smith&option=com_hall_of_fame&Itemid=228 John Smith] (Inducted: 2006)
  -   [http://www.omfnl.com.au/index.php?view=item&catid=&id=18%3Ajack-king&option=com_hall_of_fame&Itemid=228 Jack King] (Inducted: 2008)
  -   [http://www.omfnl.com.au/index.php?view=item&catid=&id=15%3Afrank-hodgkin&option=com_hall_of_fame&Itemid=228 Frank Hodgkin] (Inducted: 2011)
  -   [http://www.omfnl.com.au/index.php?view=item&catid=&id=39%3Abill-gayfer&option=com_hall_of_fame&Itemid=228 William “Bill” Gayfer] (Inducted: 2012)
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  OKFL / OVENS & KING FOOTBALL LEAGUE (EST. 2006) [6]
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  -   Clem Goonan (Inducted: 2006)

VFL/AFL players

-   Robbie Campbell - Hawthorn (2002–2009) & Melbourne (2011)
-   Nicky Winmar - St Kilda (1987-1998) & Western Bulldogs (1999)

[1]

[2] Coreen & District Football League

[3] Ovens & King Football League

[4] Tallangatta & District Football League

[5] Ovens & Murray Hall Of Fame

[6] Ovens & King Hall Of Fame

title: Rutherglen Football Club

question: Summarize the origin of Rutherglen Football Club's predecessor club

answer: The original Rutherglen FC was established in 1877, with their first recorded match being against Wahgunyah Football Club on June 3, 1877. The club was based at Rutherflen's "Barkley Park."

question: Summarize all the activity of the club in the 2000s.

answer: The club's Under 16 contested 4 grand finals from 2000-2002, and in 2001, they claimed the club's only premiership. In 2002, the club officially changed its name to the "Rutherglen Football Club" in 2002. In 2004, they joined the Victorian Tallangatta & District Football League after appealing their denial in 2003. The Under 14 squad won their first Tallangatta & District Football League Premiership in 2007.


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There was once an old homeless man who lived on the corner of fifth and first, in a frigid alleyway that resembled underground Bangkok. Cluttered with heaps of trash and feces from the locals. It was nicknamed The Devil’s Taint by the crack-addicts that dwelled in its air of despair.
	 This old man was a heron addict has been for 12 years since he lost his job as a news anchor. Wife left him for the best man at their wedding, DeMarcus. She took the kids to Costa Rica so they would forget he ever existed. Yeah his life was in a real shitter. He would try to fix himself up and get his life straight. Every time he tried a black lab would come to keep him company, but would leave if he picked up a needle. The dog reminded him of the fortune he once had and lost at a snap of a finger. Happiness…

	Today’s the first of June, and the homeless man was ready for his Katabasis. He’s been preparing for weeks by now. The sun begins its descent down the horizon, and with its departure, arrived a familiar face. The black lab he adored. The dog approached him and laid its head on his lap, then fell asleep. With a smile on his face, he looked at the heavens and somehow felt at peace. Time passed, hours to days, days to weeks, and weeks to months. It was around December when the tailored man came.
	The tailored man was in his mid 30’s, a stunning doppelganger to the homeless man’s past. He was in a rush when he scurried past the old man and the dog. Stunned the tailored man turned around to observe the dog. A joyous smiled appeared on his face. He turned to the old man with delight and asked, “How much for this dog?”
	Startled the old man replied, “He’s not for sale.”
	“How about $1,000,” protested the tailored man?
	“No,” the old man yelled.
	“$10,000,” the tailored man rebuttal.
	“No,” the old man yelled infuriated.
	The tailored man got down on his knees and begged, “Please I’ll give you a millionaire dollars this dog.”
	“Why do you want this dog so bad,” the old man asked?
	‘You see when I was a boy I had a dog named Maverick, who was a black lab. He looked exactly like that dog over there. One day my mother got sick of him and decided to let him go in the woods. I cried for weeks because I lost the only person who understood me. And now here I am looking at a clone of him. So please Sir, I’m begging sell me your dog.”
	The Old man contemplated whether or not to give up the dog. It was a symbol for everything he once had, but with the money he could get it all back.  Thoroughly thought through he decided to sell the dog. The tailored man’s faced lighted up like a virgin who was about to lose his virginity to a cheerleader. He signed a check, handed it over to the old man and left feeling whole again. As for the old man he started over again.
	Cleaned up and fresh out of rehab he invested his money into nanotechnology, which turned him into a Billionaire. He lived in 10-acre mansion with a 3-acre yard, Olympic sized ground pool and Jacuzzi. He had a trophy wife with a bust of a goddess, and trophy cars to match. This old man had it all, except the dog. The only true serenity he had in his life. Now he’s the tailored man. The empty tailored man.

title: False Smile

question: What does the story say about life in rehab?

question: What does the story say about the old homeless man?

answer: The old homeless man lived on the corner of Fifth and First, a frigid alleyway littered with feces and trash nicknamed "The Devil's Taint" by the crack addicts that lived there. He has been a heroin addict for 12 years since he lost his job as a news anchor. His wife left him for the best man at their wedding and took the kids to Costa Rica so they would forget he ever existed. Every time he tried to fix himself up, a black labrador would come and keep him company. However, when he picked up a needle again, the dog would leave.

question: What is the connection between the young tailored man and the old homeless man?

answer: It seems the young tailored man is some sort of representation of who the old homeless man could've been. Their lives are both empty without the black lab. The tailored man showed the old homeless man what his life could look like if he recaptures success. He was wealthy but unhappy, and upon seeing the black lab, he gave the old homeless man a chance to start over in exchange for the dog. The old homeless man gave up the symbol of everything he had in exchange for money, which helped him regain his fortune, but cost him his only true serenity in life.

question: What does the text say about the significance of the black labrador?

answer: For the old homeless man, the black labrador is a symbol that reminded him of the fortune and happiness he once had and lost at a snap of a finger. For the tailored young man, the dog reminded him of the happiness he lost during childhood when his mom got rid of the black lab. The black lab is a symbol of happiness for both men, and without the dog, they feel empty.


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It doesn’t take long for the children to find their way. They follow the ready-made trail, usually hidden by the warm arrays of leaves in their orange and browns. It’s funny how these trees, appreciated whilst they’re green and living, are so magnificent once their leaves fall and die. It’s almost poetic; the little children following the trail of death to find home. And they will find home with me. Under the solace of the branches they will be safe and sound, warm and snug around the campfire. They will come to their Wendy.

It’s interesting isn’t it? The lies these adults will tell to keep their children from misbehaving and wandering off. “Go to sleep when we tell you or the Boogey Man will get you!” or “Santa won’t bring you presents if you keep behaving that way!” or “Don’t get lost in the woods or people will find you. They will hunt you. They will rape and kill you.” All these silly lies. There are no horrors out there for children. Children are blissful creatures, to be cherished by all those around them. There is no greater delight than sitting, watching these dainty pixies frolic in the sunlight. Take children out of the equation and there will be no laughter in this merciless world. Silly adults, no one would dare do anything to harm the babes.

I can hear them getting closer. How delightful! Those delicious dead leaves crunch under their little booties like the bones of the defeated. I love that crackle you get, it’s like candy for the ears, alike to a passing breathe of someone close by, sounds of the living. I heard a story a long time ago, it’s an old tale, older than your own ears. He told me about this place. It’s so far away and you can only get there by thinking happy thoughts. It’s such a wondrous place. There are mermaids and pirates and Red Indians and such beautiful creatures. There are children there too. Lost children far from home who need looking after. Poor children. If only they had their Wendy.

There’s laughter in these woods once more! Joyful joyful noise! I always did love laughter. It tickles the belly and it resounds in your head long after. He always made me laugh. He had such a way with words, he could tell a tale and it was like you were there! I was helping him fight a blood thirsty tiger in the depths of the jungle. I was swimming with him in that long forgotten wreck. I was watching him interact with those Indians, turning them red as he burned down their village. I was watching as my father’s hands gagged my mouth and defiled my young body. He said it was a part of life. Children get hurt because adults need it. Adults need to take a child’s innocence because they, themselves have lost it and are jealous. They need that act of gratification because there is nothing that can compare to it. I won’t let them do it. No one can harm the babes.

Oh I hope these children will be more grateful than the last few that came by. They wanted to leave so soon just when I was getting into my story. They said that their parents would be angry if they didn’t leave right then. I told them not to worry; they’ll be safe with me. I gave them more tea and they soon settled down and enjoyed the rest of my story. I’ve recently realised that I tend to talk a lot, it’s my fatal flaw or “hamartia” if you like. He always told me that it was going to get me into a lot of trouble one of these days. He said that if I didn’t let other people get a word in that they’ll want to cut my tongue out and chop it to pieces. I quickly tightened up after that, but only for a little while. I can’t help it, I like to talk and if I don’t talk then who will? And I have so many stories to tell, the children love it when they sit around and listen to the stories of their Wendy.

I should get the tea on! I can’t expect them to arrive here and not have tea ready for them. The sleeping bags are all neat and tidy, surrounding the camp fire so that they shall be warm while they sleep. It’s getting cold out and I don’t want them to catch a chill. The children are always so polite, they say their pleases and their thank you’s and they sip at that tea so delicately. They’re so delicate, like little birds; little birds with their breakable necks and hollow bones, that sing so beautifully. There’s nothing quite like a child singing. That’s what my father said when we used to go see the choir sing on a Sunday; all those little children singing so sweetly in their robes. I wasn’t allowed to sing because singing is an act of the innocent and I was a sinner, so guilty that I had to be punished. I sang though, as each blow dented my little body, I sang. I sang till my lungs burst and my throat burnt. I wasn’t good enough, but the children are and no one shall harm the babes.

They sit so serenely on their sleeping bags, little legs crossed and hands in their laps, like little angels. They can see the tea brewing on the fire and I’m sure they are delighting themselves in the smell. They look up at me with their big seeing eyes as I pour them their tea and they take their sips so tentatively. I can’t help but beam at them, my little angels. I watch them for a while in silence as they chatter among themselves, their sweet voices filling the forest air. Uneasiness begins to creep over them and I take that as my cue to start talking.

“Children, did you ever hear the tale of a boy called Peter?” They nod their little heads, their hair bouncing like leaves in the wind, “Would you like to hear a story about my Peter?” Again, they nod and they take another small sip of their tea. “My Peter was such a joyful little boy. He came to me when I was seven years old, a lonely only child with no friends my age. He found me and he saved me. He came from a land so far away that the only way to get there was to fly and he flew so majestically. The very first time he came to me, he flew all around my room, darting towards the corners only to pull back at the last second. It was so exciting watching this mysterious boy with pale blonde hair and clothes made from leaves dance around the room.”

I notice the children snuggle deeper into their sleeping bags, getting more comfortable to enjoy my story. “He finally came to a halt and stood right in front of my bed, hands on hips, brazen as the day. He was so big back then, his shadow came to a halt just under my tucked up chin and I looked up at him, grinning. He pinched the tips of my toes with his little twig like fingers until I giggled and pulled my knees up to my chest, like this.” I go to demonstrate and I watch as a few of the children copy, “He smiled and sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me.

“’Why are you smiling like that?’ He said. I couldn’t believe this was real. He was so beautiful, children. Such childlike benevolence radiated from him, I felt like he was ethereal. I didn’t want to touch him for fear of him disappearing and I daren’t speak for fear of waking my father up. ‘Why won’t you speak?’ He said, “Cat got your tongue?’ This made me giggle even more, I had to bring my hands up to cover my face. ‘Are you a mute? Did you get your tongue cut out?’ I shook my head rapidly. ‘Well then, I guess I’ll just have to make you talk.’ At this, he lunged at me, taking his twiggy fingers and dancing them over me, tickling me. I couldn’t take it and laughed so hard my belly ached! It was wondrous! Even after he stopped I still felt the tingles of his fingers on my legs and arms, little scratches that bled like the tears of laughter that fell from my eyes. I yelled at him to stop and he smiled smugly and disappeared in a flash, leaving me in my dark room with my awakened father’s footsteps looming.”

The children’s eyes were drooping, they were feeling sleepy but there was still more tea in the pot so I shared it round, giving each little boy and girl a smile as I did it. “Peter came back multiple times after that night, and after he got me talking, I never stopped. I confided in Peter and in return he told me such magical stories about the land where he lived.  Let me tell you my favourite: In the depths of the forests where Peter lived was a humongous tree house. It housed a group of children, Lost Children, and they lived there and they frolicked and played in the surrounding woods. These children, although lost, were free. There were no adults around telling them what to do, no chores or lies from their parents. There was just a Wendy. A Wendy was a lady who looked after them but never annoyed them. She made them dinner, kept the tree house clean and she told the children stories and tucked them into bed at night. The Lost Children were so grateful to have a Wendy like the Wendy they had. She was the best, loving and caring, like the mother they always wanted. This Wendy had magical properties that made the Lost Children love her even more. She had the power to keep them young forever. Never will they grow old into adults and learn to lie and hurt people. They will forever be blissfully innocent.

“That story stuck by me, children. Peter talked of this Wendy so fondly and warmly, it was easy to love her even though I had never met her. That was the magic of Peter’s stories, children, he transported you to places you had never been before, he could make you love or hate people you had never met before because of the way he told them. You could so easily get lost in Peter’s stories, I know I did a couple of times, always so disappointed to know I was back. I always asked him to take me with him, back to his home. We tried once; he stood with me by the window, the dark night looming ahead of me. He held my hand whispered in my ear, telling me to think happy thoughts. I thought of his Wendy, of the Mermaids of his lands, of the pirates and the Lost Children. He then kept hold of my hand and told me to fly…

“I can’t quite remember what happened after that, children, but after that day I never saw Peter again. He had left me. We jumped and then darkness… he’d disappeared. We’d been through so much and he’d gone, and I knew why. I wasn’t his Wendy. But I can be his Wendy, children. I can be your Wendy, so just lay down by the fire dears. Listen to my song and let it relax you.”

As I sing, I watch them close their eyes. This part is always sad, saying good night. I had to say good night to Peter, as he closed his eyes. The boy who never sleeps forever reigns on awake in my dreams. And so will these children. I tuck them in and kiss each one on the forehead and then I sit and listen. I listen out for the forest sounds of birds chirping and little animals scurrying around in the undergrowth and just when I need it too, it all goes silent. So silent that I can only hear the breathing of those beautiful children around me.

“It’s okay children, nothing to be afraid of,” I whisper, “No bogey man to get you out here. No bad people to come and rape and kill you. Just me, I’ve got you.” I can hear their breathing start to slow as they slip deeper into their sleep. “I’ve got you and I’ll forever be your Wendy. Go and join Peter in your dreams.” Their chests move slower and slower as the tea begins to take its toll on them. “You’ll forever be innocent, my children.”

Then, nothing. They fall into the deepest sleep they will ever have, among the dead leaves of the trees. And I swear, they have never been so beautiful.

title: Wendy

question: What does the story say about the author's opinion on child-rearing?

answer: The author criticizes the lies that adults will tell to their children like “Don’t get lost in the woods or people will find you. They will hunt you. They will rape and kill you.” because the truth is that no one would dare do anything to harm the babes.

question: What does the author of the story say about their brother?


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      Let’s look at this another way:

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

      As I always say: HODL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The wheels spun franticly as the car sped down the deserted street. The light rain tapped lightly on the thin aluminum plates scattered across the car in thin streaks, meant as a better protection. Gregor was breathing heavily, blood squirting slowly down his chest. "Hang in there, Greg" a thin woman in the drivers seat said nervously. She knew what was going on and so did he. He had seen it a million times before in friend and enemies alike. First you forget everything and then you turn. Had he seen that woman before? Was she someone she knew? Did the gold metal on her ring mean something? He felt so tired. What was he in? What is happening? "Im so hungry" he thought. "Have to find something to eat". He reached forwards, hands grasping for something, anything to satiate the deep, deep hunger he felt. He grabbed something. Was it meat? Was it a piece of ham? Whatever it was, it moved frantically. Annoyed, Greg grabbed whatever that was closer and put it to his mouth but before he could manage to take a bite, he slammed hard to the side of whatever he was in and lost his grip. Before he knew it, what he had hoped would satiate his hunger had bolted away, leaving behind a shiny circular object.

2.

Greg stumbled to his feet, still hungry. His movement impaired by what felt like something wrapping around him and yet he could not see anything that was amiss. As he walked forward, one slow step at a time, he saw, heard and smelt more than he ever could. In a matter of moments he saw a potential fix for his insatiable hunger. Whatever he was riding in had hit something soft and warm and somehow he knew it was food. He staggered slowly towards the twitching hunk of food and bit down hard. The food stopped resisting after he took the third bite, the food stopped resisting. Every bite was like an explosion of ecstasy before vanishing as quickly as it came. Even though he no longer felt hungry, he kept on eating. Did all food taste so good? In the clearing behind Greg, he heard a rustling of leaves. As he slowly turned to face the origin of the sound, he saw something move, slowly his way. He did not know how or why but he knew that was a friend and continued eating. After a long time, or was it a long time? The friend joined him at what was left of the food. Trying to remember how to speak, Greg tried to communicate with his new and only friend but all that came out was a sickly gurgle of a whisper. Even though that did not seem as much of a communication, his friend responded in the same tone and from that, he knew that they had to travel together

3.

As Greg and his friend dragged their legs across the leaf covered road, they noticed more and more moving bags of food, too fast for them to reach despite no lack of trying. They did not know where they were going so they just walked what seemed as the easiest way to traverse. The clearing in front of them, somehow did not contain anything that could stop them rather than the ways at their sides that were covered in some strange, thin columns with lines dragging out the sides. And then another friend emerged from the wall to their left. His walking was somewhat slower so Greg and his friend slowed down to a crawl so he could join. When night had fallen, Greg had lost count of his friends but he knew they were somewhere between tententen an tententenfive. They moved slowly across the clearing "No, not clearing........A ROAD!!". Satisfied with this recent discovery, Greg continued to stumble down the road, trying to figure more and more things out.

4.

The morning dew had just formed when Sarah reached base camp again. A hidden military camp, deep in the woods and the road leading to it were the only man made items in the forest she knew of so she sticked to it. As she approached the gates a burly man came out to meet her. "Hey Sarah, how was the hunt?" he asked right before he realized the came walking. "Where's Greg?", "Where's the car?", "What happened?". The look she gave him was all the answer he needed. Almost crying, the pained look in her eyes and the limp way she stood was the look of someone that had lost something. And since Michael had met her since military school, she had never looked so defeated in her life. "They came out of nowhere........" She said softly, almost whispering. "They were on us in a matter of seconds and.....and" She started sobbing. Michael immediately took her in his arms and the floodworks started flowing. Long streams of sparkling tears fell down the rosy cheeks between sobs and Michael tried desperately do comfort her to no avail. He knew how hard it was to loose a spouse. The sun was straight above Michael when Sarah finally came out of the barracks. Her eyes red and cheeks puffy, he knew she had cried the whole time. It wasn't easy to watch a loved one turn into the monsters the virus created. The base they were in was a cozy one. One main barrack, made of aluminum and wood, a sniper tower made out of concrete with a radio tower on top, a command center in witch the main operation had taken place before the even and finally an underground bunker that doubled as the armory. They were lucky, the base had been abandoned before the event so there was little risk from biters all the way up there. When Sarah finally got the courage to walk up to Michael, she instantly grabbed him in a desperate attempt to get a kiss. Michael immediately pushed her away and yelled sharply "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WOMAN??". As she laid there, he realized what was happening. The same had happened to him went he lost Martha. "Turning to others for comfort will not ease the pain" He said sharply. She laid there, taking in the words, thinking the words over, nodding eventually and returning to the dark barracks, to drink what was left of the booze, he guessed.

5.

The road was now crowded, barely wide enough for all of Greg's friend to fit in and yet they stumbled forward. He did not know why but he kept on walking. Sometimes, someone managed to grab some of the moving food but that rarely happened and when it did, the food was finished in a matter of seconds. He no longer felt hungry, though even days after the last feeding but he still craved food for that short moment of complete bliss. Then he noticed something......Something Far....Far Away, sitting at the other end of the road, he noticed bright lights and sounds and he knew there was food there. The entire hoarde of friends he had suddenly picked up speed, not a lot of speed, mind you but the sounds encouraged everyone to keep on going. Michael was hitting the door to the command center frantically, knowing he could not break through the heavy metal door, he tried to get contact with Sarah. "Damn it....She Got the generator running". For weeks, they had tried to get the generator working again but all that was missing was what Sarah and Greg had tried to retrieve. The rubber band that spins around so it can actually generate something. Now the generator was running and with it, all the lights in the base and the speaker system, now blasting "Thunderstruck" with AC/DC. He knew that it would attract every biter in the forest. He did not think that they were many but he did not take any chances. They could probably hold of a couple hundred off but any more and he did not want to think about the consequences. Suddenly. The doors swung open, revealing Sarah, butt-naked, holding a Desert Eagle in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. "Come on and FUCK me" She said, as she slowly aimed the gun towards him. "I wont do it, its wrong and you know it" He said, the nervousness in his voice clearly showing. "Fine then". BANG!!!! The bullet grazed Michaels shoulder witch caused Michael to spring forward and tackling Sarah. Embarrassed by the situation, he disarmed her and covered her with a blanked. "Put some clothes on" he said as he turned off the lights and speaker system. However, as soon as the speakers were off, they head it. A low moaning sound was heard all around them. Nervously, he turned on the outer spotlights that revealed what he had feared. Thousands of biters had completely surrounded the base. The sight of them was enough to sober Sarah up a little bit so she put on some clothes and grabbed metal rods to defend herself.

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The sound had stopped but they knew where the food was. Greg was joined by thousands of others, banging and pushing at the metal fence, trying to knock it down or find a breach so they could eat. Did Greg know the skinnier one that was running around? Had he seen her before? "Yes, I remember. She was important to me" and suddenly a slight comprehension came to him. "Wait, what am I doing? Why do I want to eat them. They are just like me". By the time the fence gave away, Michael and Sarah had gotten to the armory and had stocked themselves up in the sniper tower, ready to defend themselves. As the biters slowly circled the tower, they started shooting. Only headshots counted so they shot slowly and aimed carefully. Fueled by adrenaline, Sarah was sober enough to shoot surely. But no matter how well they aimed, they were not trained in guns. Every other bullet went past a head and into a torso that seemed to ignore it. "We don't have enough bullets" Sarah yelled over the continuous gunfire. "We don't need all those bullets when we have these" He grabbed into a black box and withdrew a couple of grenades. "Pull the pins and throw in a group of many". And she obeyed. They had around 12 grenades and by the time they were depleted and the bullets as well, only a handful of stragglers remained. Varily, they sneaked down the stairs, holding their M16's like clubs, ready to finish off the last remaining strugglers. But as soon as they came out, they saw Greg standing there. Sarah immediately burst to a sprint towards him but Michael stopped her. Greg tried to speak, tried to communicate somehow but his body betrayed him. He realized he did not yet have full control over it witch could be problematic since a large man was heading toward him, gun in hand the wrong way. But as the man...Who Was that man......"I know him as well, that's Michael". "M.........cl..." Was all he could produce. But it was too late. Michael raised the gum above his head the gun flew down on his head. But not Michaels gun or Gregs head, oh no. It was Sarahs gun and Michaels head. Knocked down, Sarah hurriedly dragged him down a hole in the ground and locked the......ground? "No.....BUNKER" His wits slowly returning to him, he tried once more to speak. "Sa........rh" was what came out his cracked lips. As she locked the bunker, sad with regret, she heard it. It was faint but she knew she heard it. After she knocked her gun through the skull of a biter crawling to her, she turned to face Greg, standing there, still, witch was unusual for a biter. And he was unscathed that meant he was not near the fighting. She walked towards him, each step harder than the last. All her instincts told her to run away but her heart said run to him. Then she heard him say it. "Sa....Rah" It was all she needed. She ran into his arms and embraced him as hard as she could. As Sarah was holding him, he tried to say something more but he could not. He found himself forgetting again. "What a nice, fresh bag of meat". Thank you for reading. -Eyþór Örn Hafliðason

title: [MF] The Last Stand (My first. Be gentle)

question: Summarize the twist in the story.

answer: The plot of the story twists when Greg, after turning into a cannibal, while attacking the base camp feels some familiarity with the people he sees, Sarah and Michael. Greg recollects that the woman was important to him and a question about what he is doing strikes him. Eventually, he recognizes Sarah and Sarah runs to embrace him, but the minute she does so Greg forgets everything again and thinks of her as a fresh bag of meat to feed upon.

question: Who were the other people joining Greg in his hunt for food?

answer: The others joining Greg were people just like him who had also turned into monsters because of the virus. As they were walking down the road looking for food, more of them would join in.

question: Does Sarah also turn into a monster?


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The case docket is officially set: _Better Call Saul_ will return for Season 4 on Monday, Aug. 6 at 9/8c, AMC announced on Thursday.

RELATED _Better Call Saul_ Finale: EP on Chuck’s Fate, Jimmy’s Change of Heart, Adding Gus Fring and the Show’s Future

The announcement also confirms — NETWORK-SANCTIONED SPOILERS FOLLOW! — that what we feared, coming out of last season: Jimmy’s brother Chuck (Michael McKean) died in that tragic house fire that ended the finale.

AMC renewed the acclaimed _Breaking Bad_ prequel for a 10-episode fourth season last June. Bob Odenkirk stars as lawyer Jimmy McGill, who will go on to become Walter White’s underworld attorney Saul Goodman. Rhea Seehorn co-stars as Jimmy’s girlfriend/business partner Kim Wexler, Jonathan Banks reprises his _Breaking Bad_ role as laconic fixer Mike Ehrmantraut, and Giancarlo Esposito joined the cast last season as _Breaking Bad_ villain Gus Fring.

“In _Better Call Saul_‘s fourth season,” the official release teases, “Chuck’s death catalyzes Jimmy McGill’s transformation into Saul Goodman. In the wake of his loss, Jimmy takes steps into the criminal world that will put his future as a lawyer — and his relationship with Kim — in jeopardy. Chuck’s death deeply affects former colleagues Howard (Patrick Fabian) and Kim as well, putting the two of them once again on opposite sides of a battle sparked by the Brothers McGill.”

As for Mike, he “takes a more active role as Madrigal Electromotive’s newest (and most thorough) security consultant. It’s a volatile time to be in Gus Fring’s employ, as Hector’s collapse sends shock waves throughout the Albuquerque underworld and throws the cartel into chaos — tearing apart both Gus and Nacho’s well-laid plans. While Gus changes course, Nacho finds himself in the crosshairs of deadly forces.”

question: What is Better Call Saul?

answer: A television series aired on AMC that has just been renewed for a fourth season. The series seems to be about a lawyer named Jimmy McGill who takes on a second identity or persona know as Saul Goodman, who is the go-to attorney of the criminal underworld. It also seems to have a narrative tie-in with another show, Breaking Bad.

question: What will the 4th season show?

answer: After the death of a character named Chuck, the Jimmy character will be further embracing their role as Saul.

question: What is a Network-Sanctioned Spoiler?

answer: Information about the what a show will be featuring that is selected to interest audiences into watching instead of making them feel like they already know more than enough to view it.

question: Is Better Call Saul a successful TV show?

answer: While there is no information on viewer percentages, production costs, and other details pertaining to how the series is doing financially or critically, the fact that it has been approved for a fourth season means that the producers find it successful enough to continue making for all that time.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: AMC TV series Better Call Saul has been approved for a fourth season. After Chuck's death, Jimmy becomes further involved in his Saul persona -putting a strain on his existing relationships as Jimmy. Meanwhile, Gus takes on a more active role in the series. The show airs on Mondays, 9/8c on AMC.


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	Fifty more MISSING posters came out of the office’s copier. “Thanks Mr. Reynolds.” The nervous man straightened out the stack of papers, hands shaking.
	“Not a problem Ed, anything to help find your boy.”
	“I promise I’ll pay the company back for all the paper-”
	Mr. Reynolds cut him off, “Fuck the company Ed.”
	Ed lowered his head and nodded, “Right, right.”
	He left the office feeling the same way he had for several days: drained, drained but determined. Police were on the case, or so they said, but Ed was glad his boss was doing what he could to help, it meant he didn’t have to carry the whole weight on his own. They hadn’t always gotten along and it was nice to not butt heads in a situation like this. Usually they bickered about the company’s finances or ways to keep clients, but Mr. Reynolds, a stern man, knew those things were petty compared to a missing person.
	Much later, as Ed drowsily stapled a poster to a telephone pole, a woman in high-heels and a poofy fur coat slithered over to him, “You lookin’ for some action sweetheart? It’s awful chilly tonight,” she crossed her arms and rubbed the sleeves up and down, “I’m nice n’ warm.” Ed’s eyes were unwelcoming. Hers fell to the posters clutched in his hand and then drifted to the pole, “Shit, never mind mistah.” She turned away but he grabbed her by the shoulder.
	“I used to be a cop, I know a girl like you has connections. Pimp, governor, somebody.” He handed her a poster.
	“Yeah, yeah sure, no problem.” Into the night he walked, the woman looking after him, sorrowful, “Good luck mistah old cop,” she said to herself, “good luck.”
	She sighed and looked over the paper. MISSING was in bold letters, there was a phone number and a picture of a young man aged 25. His name was Daniel Braunstein, (”That’s stein like clean, not stein like spine” often said Ed) in Universe Code: #Orange-White a father sought a son. In UC: #Beta-12 however, the poster read WANTED for Extra-Spatial Abduction and Space-Time Tampering.
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	He felt cold and wet for a second, but back to unconsciousness Danny slipped.
	“Wake up!” Splash!
	Cold and wet again, Danny began to stir, “Wha’s going on?” The back of his captor’s hand struck his face. When he went to rub his cheek, he found his wrists bound to the chair he was sitting in, legs also. He could make out a figure in the darkness.
	“Not another peep!”
	“Just gag…him.” A woman somewhere behind Danny made herself known. “You won’t…” she struggled, “need him until…the end anyway.” Turning his head to find her, all Danny could see was blackness. A few lights glowed here and there, but nothing bright enough to see the whole room.
	“Oh, you probably would like to see mommy again.” Dropping something metal with a clang, the captor twisted his abductee’s head toward the woman and shined a flashlight on her. A hand clamped on Danny’s mouth before his yell of surprise hit the air.
	A metal , almost crown-like ring was screwed into her skull, blood coming from the punctures.
	“I couldn’t use yours obviously, but my own will work just fine. Just had to say I loved her and she was stupid enough to come.”
	“Any…thing for my boy.” She gave a weak smile, tears streaking involuntarily from the pain.
	“Years of drugs warping her mind convinced her to come as well.” He removed his hand and went to her, Danny unable to see his face. The captor reached into his pocket and brought out a small baggie of white powder. He carefully shook some onto the flashlight, “Like warm milk.” And put it up to Mrs. Braunstein’s nose. She snorted immediately and laughed.
	With the drug given, he killed the flashlight and stood at a cluster of small lights. Fiddling with something or just observing, Danny didn’t know: the shock of seeing his mother alive wouldn’t let his eyes function properly enough to tell.
	“How…my mom’s been dead for six years.”
	“Pay attention, my own, not yours.” A silhouette walked to Danny. A click, light, and a familiar smile he had seen in the mirror his entire life.
	“Boo. Guess who?” His own face.
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	Prof. Lehrer drew a straight horizontal line on the lecture hall’s large chalkboard and tried to explain again to Ed parallel universes, “This line, yes? Our timeline and universe.” Ed was already lost, his deceased wife, Anne, was where Danny got his smarts from. Still, Lehrer continued, “This other line on top,” he drew a parallel line above the first, “this is a parallel and alternate world separate from our own.”
	“Speak English.” Ed was getting frustrated.
	“Okay um…ah! Say you flip a coin and you get heads,” Lehrer wrote an ‘H’ on the bottom line, “and now in the alternate reality where your son was taken, Beta-twelve, you might have gotten tails instead.” He drew a ‘T’ now on the top line and dusted the chalk off his hands, “Quite simple.”
	“So how many are there?”
	“How many what?”
	“The lines, worlds.”
	“An infinite number. You ate dinner later than usual one day here and skipped desert or another you ate early and had a banana split or another you can’t even chew dinner because your teeth rotted away. Every possibility.”
	“And Beta-twelve is where Danny is? How the hell do you know that?”
	“Alpha, the first universe that the known realities concluded was the first to contact a parallel world. John F. Kennedy from Alpha spoke to a grieving Jackie the day after he was killed in what we call now Universe Beta. Alpha does its best to monitor communication since it seems to know the most about contacting alternates.”
	“Did the Alphas tip our Earth off to something fishy? Do they know how my son got taken?” Ed had a load of questions firing in his head all at once.
	“Yes, and you’re not going to like this. A Daniel Braunstein from the Beta group was the first person to break through into the Color group, more specifically here, Orange-White.”
	“’Break through’? What…?”
	“Contact is relatively easy to us now, but physically moving realities…well let’s just say it can get complicated. The known groups have agreed visitation is off-limits because of the…currently known procedure. But enough about that, too complicated.”
	“Complicated how Lehrer?” Impatience growing.
	The professor paced back and forth for a brief moment before finally slumping down into a seat in the lecture hall, “It requires a neurological implosion, I know I know, English. Imagine a human brain as a bullet, kind of, you fire it, killing the person, and the shot can take you to an alternate reality…with other equipment of course.”
	“Who took Danny? Who took my son Lehrer?!” Ed bent down at the professor and held his shoulders firmly as he yelled at him.
	“Your son’s alternate from Beta-twelve. The one that broke through before. He essentially kidnapped himself. For the trip back he used a pair of twins,” he sighed and put his face in his hands, “he needed two to bring this Danny with him.”
	Ed could hardly speak, his head felt like a carnival strongman whacked it with a mallet. Finally he asked, “Why take him? Why take my boy?”
	“That’s what we don’t know.”
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	The police had flooded the derelict, decrepit warehouse with lights aimed through the windows,  and Danny could now see what Daniel had called “my way out.” As Daniel began firing up what Danny believed to be the machine’s power source, someone outside with a bullhorn barked, “We have the place covered Frankenstein! Get out here now!”
	“Ugh, these fuckers again. Like annoying gnats, know what I mean Danny boy?”
	Danny’s head was throbbing. Seeing his mother again, even if it wasn’t really his mother, made his heart feel sore. Why did this madman still get to have her in his life? This frustration made his headache worse. Tinkering with a console of dials and buttons, Daniel began rubbing his forehead and groaned.
	“You too, Frankenstein?” mocked Danny.
	Daniel looked at him with disdain. He hated that name, “Do not call me that. If you knew the things I’ve done to earn that mutilation of our last name, you’d be frightened into silence. And the reason why our heads hurt is because we’re existing at the same time. Nature doesn’t like that.”
	“That nickname doesn’t work though, does it? Because it’s stein like clean-”
	“Not stein like spine. I guess some things aren’t so different. The headaches will go away once I’m gone, though prison might give you another one.” He crossed the room to a large, metal cylinder with two doors on it that were closed. Daniel knocked on it, “Last train to Lime-Teal. I used dad to get there the first time.”
	Danny’s heartache doubled, “Was it fucking worth it?”
	“Don’t judge me when you don’t even know how horrible he was. He deserved to die.” He turned away from Danny and turned a dial, “We’re dead in Lime-Teal, stillborn. Nature has forgotten Daniel Braunstein, I’ll have a fresh start.”
	Daniel’s mother began to cough violently and after the fit she collapsed to the floor.
	Daniel stormed over to her, “You better be alive you cunt.” He checked for a pulse but cursed when he couldn’t find one.
	“Untie me, quick!” said Danny, “I know CPR!”
	Daniel pulled out a small gun held by his belt, “Try something and you’re dead, I can just get another you from someplace else.”
	“Fine, just hurry up she doesn’t have much time.”
	Outside, the policeman barked again, “This is a final warning! Thirty more seconds and we’re coming in to light you up!”
	Daniel shot out a window. He could hear the “get down” order and that bought him more time. Furiously, he untied Danny from the chair. Once free, he and Daniel rolled Beta-12 Anne Braunstein over onto her back. Frantically pumping and giving mouth-to-mouth, Danny mimicked what he had seen in countless movies, and to his surprise, Anne’s eyes flickered open.
	“Holy shit I did it.”
	“Back in the chair, now!”
	The rusty, metal folding chair was Danny’s chance. As soon as he was close enough, he gripped the back of it and swung it wildly around. It hit Daniel with a solid blow to the head. Feeling relieved and satisfied, Danny picked up the gun. Boom. Boom. Someone was trying to bust down the door from the outside. The police would be inside soon.
	“Use…me to get…home.” Daniel’s mother said weakly, “They’ll kill you…both,…won’t take any…chances.”
	“No.” Danny’s eyes began to water, “You can’t die again.” Tears ran down his face now, “I’ve missed you so much mom.” He walked over and kissed her on the forehead.
	“I’m not her.”
	With those words, it was as if he had seen his mother disappear. He realized a stranger was in front of him, and she was right, she wasn’t her at all. He took a deep breath, wiped his face with his hands, and dropped the gun. Approaching the machine, he marveled at it, “He made all this…” Next to the console was a computer screen. Currently, LIME-TEAL was the set destination, “I wonder…” His fingers hovered over the keyboard. They began to tingle.
	“You want to do it, don’t you?” Daniel’s head was bleeding, but he managed to lift it slightly, “Go ahead, I know how curious you are. We are the same, we both want to know what else is out there, who we are in other realities. We were born to be scientists Danny!”
	Danny closed his eyes and sighed, it scared him how right Daniel was. He had to choose, “I will not be Frankenstein.” He scrolled through a list of universes on the screen until he found ORANGE-WHITE. Home. The machine whirred, a train that switched tracks. He swung open the doors of the cylinder and stepped inside. A big red button was on the inside and while pushing it, he turned to the woman on the ground, “I’m sorry.” With a blinding flash, the metal crown zapped Beta-12 Anne Braunstein to death and the cylinder was empty. Danny was gone.

title: Crimes Against Reality (first draft, may revisit later)

question: Summarize a surprise in the plot.

answer: The story begins with Ed looking for his missing son, Danny. Ed prints and hangs missing person posters around town. The scene shifts to Danny, who has been abducted and wakes up in a strange place. First, Danny sees his mother, who has been dead for years. He's confused. Then, he sees the figure who has them both in that place, and it looks just like him. He's in an alternate universe.

question: What does the text say about alternate universes?

answer: The story says there are infinite numbers of alternate universes, and contact, as well as travel, is possible between them. Parallel people live in these universes. Alpha is the first universe to contact a parallel world. Worlds have color schemes and the one Ed and Danny are from is orange-white. Traveling between universes comes at the cost of taking someone's life. Daniel is the first person they know of who is able to break between color schemes.

question: What does the story say about Danny's reunion with his dad?