Religon is the worst thing man ever created
It is ultimate control
Making people belive
An invisible man is speaking to them
Giving him messages
On how you should live

He watched you with a hawkish intensity, keen to see how you would take the news of this revelation. This, this was why he had put up with you in those early days of constant head-butting and barely-concealed rudeness; concealed by him, of course, you had not bothered with even that nicety. How very French of you.

But it was your clear love of and passion for the work they shared that excused all things, for was it not the work which had driven and shaped his own life?

When you looked up at him with that intensity in your gaze, he nodded slowly, relinquishing the collotype with a chuckle as he watched you peer at it as if you were some mole-woman with eyes not made for the light of day.

“Told, yes, this was not my discovery.” The words were said with the same sort of pride you had felt towards young Balfour, his own directed at Miss Delilah Darling. “But, pardon? Child?” He canted his head to one side and considered you, brow furrowed. After a moment, realisation dawned and he laughed, not unkindly.

“Ah, correction, childhood friend – one whom I have known since she and I were both children. Not, ah, enfant qui est un ami. But yes, her – that is, Miss Darling. With eyes born to see the true form of spirits - apparently as you and I might view one another - she detected this.”

Again there was that pride in his voice, he had known Delilah to be a clever woman, her headmaster-father had raised her to be, but her own gifts of spirit-sight enhanced that into something worthy of an investigator, herself.

titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 8 4 9 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " t i t s i " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " t i t s i " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 8 4 9 }

titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 7 2 4 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " t i t s i " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " t i t s i " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 7 2 4 }

Anyway AI

Is Conquest...

The 4th horseman

America is Babylon
And will continue to degrade
And become the world's sewer
Like it needs to be

Remember, that call it a mixing
Pot ..

When you mix all colors
Together , what to you get?

Black.... America will get worse

titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 6 0 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " t i t s i " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " t i t s i " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 6 0 7 }

She takes a perverse pleasure in watching your eyes hunt for a space, any space, amidst the gravity defying clutter on her desktop where you could set the folder down. When you finally give up and balance the thing atop the least perilous of her towering stacks of paperwork, her mouth quirks slightly.

Folding her arms behind her back she leans forward to look at what lies within, her eyes sweeping over your notes as you extract those first. She was familiar with the case you referred to, having searched the other Archives for any references to paranormal malaise that were even vaguely similar.

And then you draw out that photograph, and she feels a flutter of pride for Angus Balfour at the sight of his work, accident or no. But as your finger traces the barely there shape of a man, her breath hitches.

There’s a beat of silence before her head snaps up, her green eyes flashing as they meet yours “Nom de Dieu!” How had she not seen this for herself?

She snatches the photograph out of your hand and holds it up to her nose, peering intently at it in case there was anything else she had missed. But no. Just the spectral outline of a man extending out from what they had thought was the spirit in its entirety. Incroyable…

And that you had found it when she had not.

Or had you?

“As you were told…?” Brow furrowing, her eyes lift to meet yours “Ah! It was your ami! The child who sees des fantômes, non?”

titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 4 9 1 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " t i t s i " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " t i t s i " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 4 9 1 }

titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 3 9 6 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " t i t s i " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " t i t s i " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 3 9 6 }

(Pausing play)

You truly are insane. And yes, in that moment, she hates You when You make her stand over one of the holes and tell her to do do the toilet in front of You

she shakes her head, violently, from side to side, makes indignant sounding noises. Will You not at least turn Your back, give her that scant shred of modesty?

titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 3 1 0 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " t i t s i " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " t i t s i " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 8 2 3 1 0 }

~

You can consider

AI the fourth horseman
Conquest

We have death on a global
Level

We have famine on a global level

We have war on a global level

The last 2 thousand years
Has been the great tribulation

If Jesus existed
The man not the made up god

He message
Which is interlaced in all he
Speaks
Is to stay away from. Organized religion
He hated it
It's in all of his words
His actions

He learned their religion
And stuck it up
Their ass

The Roman's choose Jesus
As the figurehead
To piss the jews off?

Remember Rome was an occupying force

They used Jesus as a figurehead
Paul's letters as frame work

Remember that Paul was a Christian
Killing Roman , one of the best at it

He letters form Christianity
And ex Christian hating Roman

Then think about
How Christianity is
A religion about suffering

(gone now)

guiding the new filly down the aisle towards the main door
unlocking the door and opening, then guiding you out and around the stable
to a place with a solid concrete floor with drain holes every 1 1/2 yards and vertical steel poles with rings
placing you over one of the drain holes

Spread and relieve yourself, filly!
No toilet or even bathroom for ponies! They do it standing, so you will do
They get cleaned later - so it will be for you
Now hurry up, we do not have all day
And whereas you'll be able to piss where you are during the day you won't get another chance to empty your bowels until evening!

(Will try and get back later Mistress)

she stands there, docile, her mind still trying to process all of this as You adjust her bindings so that she can be led out of the stall, she then following You out, not that she has any choice in the matter, her eyes moving from left to right as You lead her through this hellhole that she has found herself in, trying to take it all in, feet hobbled by short chain taking little steps.

For all that it was affected and done entirely for show, that wee shudder from you was just the reaction he was after. Theirs was a relationship which had mellowed from obstinacy on both sides, to a grudging understanding and, lately, something altogether more familial.

What they said was true, you did not get to choose your family, and a pedantically stubborn small French woman was the little sister he never knew that he wanted. Quite to the point, he was still considering that want as a matter of question.

Searching quickly for a space on your desktop which was covered with neither papers, obscure tomes or, it seemed, droplets of pig’s blood, he exhaled a sigh before he laid down the slipcase and opened it.

“These are my notes from the latest incident to happen down in the Cowgate. You will recall, of course, young Balfour’s stroke of luck in capturing what we believed to be the entity at the centre of the calamity. But, look –“

There he paused and withdrew a photograph of what they had narrowed down as the locus of the spread of the infection plaguing the Cowgate, one which behaved as no known sickness and which had indeed stymied the medical professionals they had thus far consulted with.

Around the image showing the faint orb of the spirit's essence, he extended a finger and slowly began to trace the outline of a man’s shape, the very same Delilah Darling had pointed out to him on his last visit with her.

“- et voila. The spirit, I am told, as it last remembered itself to appear. We were right in our suppositions.”

Song: Because The Night
by Patti Smith