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2020.11.24 18:25 sektorlj Sex videos caught on camera

In the last few months I was suspicious my girl is cheating on me but now I got a proof. I was thinking how it's hot to imagine that but now when it happened I have mixed feelings. Partly I do find it hot but partly it pisses me off completely.
The guy she cheated on me with had a camera in the room and he sent me the video of them fucking from fake profile. He wrote me everything and said how he do that to every girl that is cheating, and also promised the vid will never be published anywhere and no one will know as much as he concerns.
So I'm writing this to take it off of my chest and would apretiate to know if someone else had this feeling and what you did. As I didn't know how to write it I'll go from start to the end and pointing what I find hot and what I don't.
[Piss] It was this Saturday night, I knew she was out and everything added up to the point she told me she was at the same place whole night. But that guy actually said they met on the other place (where she usually doesn't go) and it turned out to be a truth as I trapped her and she did tell me eventually she went there.
[Hot] He said he didn't have to do much. He approached with the drink while her friend went to a restroom, she seemed neutral about it but she also didn't reacted to his hand on her bare thigh. They flirted a bit, she said she has a boyfriend at first, and when he said he's only looking for a sex she was “okay with that”.
[Piss] She agreed to get in a car with a drunk guy and she was even more drunk. He took her friend home and they went to his place. She had her own place, empty, they could gone there.
When the camera turned on she went into a room and she teased him how she's going to sleep and she took off her shirt. She was wearing sheer blue bra and a thongs she weared very very rarely. His next move was so hot but made me so jealous and angry. He grabbed her neck from the side and pulled her to himself. She had the sexiest smile ever and then she told him “Oh you want to go that way?” he asked which way and she replied “Daddy”. Why? No! I mean, she's very submissive with me too, and I don't even like that “Daddy” thing. But whenever we had sex or talked the conclusion was that she's less into that than me so I was trying not to go too far and she's calling him daddy?
[Hot] When it comes to sexual part it was so hot watching her suck him and make him enjoy it. She really does it amazingly good.
Then him undressing her and that feeling I got he's exploring and enjoying her very very sexy body, touching her, doing what he wanted with her as it's not hard to dominate her as she's petite. Her moans, her body, facial expressions, her body movements, bouncing tits, that nice big ass, moment he put it in and slightly painful look on her face she makes before the big smile... I was also turned on by some things I find very hot. How he grabbed her hair and throat few times, how he held her strongly around her waist and her hips when he fucked her from behind, how his hand was placed on her belly while he was going all the way in, the way he enjoyed her tits, from kissing, licking nipples pinching and sucking them, to smacking them and squeezing them while he fucked her and in the end making her orgasm and unloading his cum all over her tits and body.
[Piss] There were also parts I found hot but that pissed me because either she knew how I feel about it or I never knew she feel in certain way.
First thing was him cuming on her face after the blowjob. Was it hot? Yes! She had it all over her and her make up was messed up since then so I do find that very sexy. But she doesn't like that! She never wanted it over her face, she was always taking it in her mouth and swallowing. And I'm not fine with that also. Maybe it's bit weird but in my crazy mind (where a lot of crazy things are okay) her face being covered in other man cum is totally degrading and humiliating.
Second thing was the rough sex she initiated from begining and ended up being very dirty and rough in some moments. I mean, I just don't feel very nice seeing her enjoy while some guy calls her cumslut, submissive bitch... (most of the things I can't even translate to English), smacking her ass that hard, slaping her face (she literally made him do it), probably having a few bruises now.
Just to finish the story when camera turned off he said they did it in shower also before she went home. She told him to forget this happened before she took off and he actually admit that she's one of the few girls he'd have sex again with. I only asked him why did he approached to her and his response was “She was dressed very sexy and her legs caught my eye. I had feeling it could be an easy catch”.
That's basically it. I probably missed one or two points but it doesn't matter. Just one more thing, if you're here to judge, don't, just skip it.
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2020.11.23 02:53 alaskansteve Sex videos caught on camera

This is going to one long batch of WINNING so get excited. 8kun posted the information to take down the website that was attacking 8kun, so they took that site down then reset the "apache" servers and is working now, and it indeed showed a TON of info.
As good as their info is, NOTHING can compare to the things Sidney Powell and Lin Wood said this weekend. Pay attention to what those two say because frankly, NO ONE ELSE matters. From here on Sidney Powell = SP, and Lin Wood = LW. That said, this interview of SP might be the single best interview I have ever seen.
A quick aside, after watching that interview, and watching a presser by Kayleigh McEnany with OAN's Chanel Rion, it is CLEAR how dead real state media journalism is. The Newsmax questions were the same questions WE would have asked and wanted to know. Chanel asked why wasn't the FBI making arrests and trying to prevent the fraud if it was as rampant as reported. GREAT question, and Kayleigh could only say, That's a question for the FBI".
No, it's a question for the Trump administration because they are under him, and are CLEARLY a treasonous rogue agency at this point. Another quick aside. SP shares OUR frustration with the fact that Trump has kept all these deep state operatives in place. She has said many times Haspel and Wray need to be fired and has no idea why they haven't been. So what did SP say? I'll start with her message for the nervous Nancies.
She said they EXPECT to lose almost all the lower court rulings as those are judges appointed by the Fuhrer (Obama traitor), and that those rulings are MEANINGLESS. She also said it doesn't matter at all how many states get certified because their case will show that they certified a fraudulent count and people will be held accountable.
The Senator from PA said that Trump had exhausted all his legal actions in PA which she flat out refuted. So do you understand that until the Supreme Court rules against Trump, EVERYTHING else is MEANINGLESS! So do not get disheartened. We have not thrown a single punch yet. That is about to change. SP said she hoped to have the first cases filed Wednesday, but that Friday might be more likely given how much info they get every day.
GA is doing all they can to certify the election, and they certify then retract. What SP said is that Governor Kemp and the Sec'y of State will be investigated for taking almost a hundred million in bribes which is an unbelievably serious crime. She said those two were paid by Dominion, and GA would be one of the first states she would "blow up".
Let's get into the CRAZY specifics. She said the first thing Dominion did, basically when they turned it on, was to give EVERY SINGLE dem running for office across the country 35,000 votes. She said in that system, votes were weighted 1.25 for Pedo Joe and 0.75 for Trump, and even THAT wasn't enough to overcome the red tsunami. She said there were dozens of people in the intel agencies watching the fraud take place live, and they could literally drag and drop votes where they wanted. She said that thousands of people were involved in the fix, and that most of them would be going to jail. Then she got into specific numbers.
She said that 7 MILLION Trump votes were stolen, and 10 MILLION fraudulent votes were put in for Pedo Joe, and that's just electronically. Over 3 million dead votes were tabulated. She expected those numbers to grow as they haven't looked into uncontested states yet. She said that "everyone" is trying to stop her from releasing the actual data, and that people who are testifying against the fraud might need to go into the witness relocation program. How insane is that?!
She said they have proof Senate races were stolen, and that it was used in 2016 when Hillarnazi lost to Bernie. Breadline Bernie was notified that she stole his nomination, but he was happy to take his multi-million buy off and buy another mansion while preaching the evils of capitalism like the loser d'bag he is.
She said every single day, they get new information about how severe and widespread the fraud is, but even more concerning is that it was well funded. That means the NSA has records. Along those lines, LW retweeted a post in which the poster said they have proof of the numbers I listed stated above, but in addition they have photos of the checks used to pay off officials, and that Trump actually received 80 MILLION votes. LW said that is ALL true.
I read an article just yesterday in which they think it is possible Trump got 100 MILLION votes. When it is all said and done, Trump will have absolutely SHATTERED the record for most votes ever. Most popular president in modern history.
SP said Microsoft helped develop the software for Dominion, and she said the Dept of Injustice was part of the fraud and is a rogue agency. She questioned Barr's ability to control the agency. SP said that Dominion was responsible for 19% of ALL votes in Philly. Then it got even more serious. She said that AOC and Breadline Bernie were on a conference call with someone from the Dept of Defense instructing them how to "sabotage" their offices, and hundreds of people were on the phone call. In other words, the DoD was instructing the CRIMINALS how to delete evidence of their guilt, but the NSA records EVERYTHING! It got more serious. She flat out said the Fuhrer (Obama) was behind this along with his friends.
SP was asked if they could get this done before the ‪December 14th‬ deadline, and she said they could, but that didn't really matter because the evidence will be so overwhelming as to nullify anything they certify. She has NO worries at all, and LW tweeted out that he has seen all her evidence. As insane as all this is, there were a few things she said she wasn't at liberty to discuss! Wow, after all that, there is stuff even more serious?
LW took it to ANOTHER level believe it or not. First, he asked why "Joey Bribes Biden" tweeted about the pandemic in October before CV-19 was released saying there are NO coincidences. Then he dropped the MOAB. He said that the Satanic worship and pedophile stuff would ALL come out, and it is far worse and more prevalent than anyone can imagine. He said there are birthing centers on Epstein Island. The Q team waited for THIS moment. The dems are going to be caught simultaneously trying to steal the US election, working with foreign operatives, pedophilia and Satan worship. Do you understand there is NO LEGAL DEFENSE against this?! Moreover, this isn't a criminal trial so the burden of proof isn't beyond reasonable doubt. It's just doubt in general, or proof that the system COULD be used to steal votes. They will prove it did, and there won't be a trial as there is literally no defense.
Someone tweeted that the Obama/Biden team was the most corrupt ever, and SP replied "You have no idea" and copied it to Brennan, the Fuhrer, FBI and CIA. CodeMonkey (CM going forward) caught election officials in CO trying to delete Dominion operating manuals from their web site, and CM said they already have back up copies, have saved the proof to multiple locations and are tracking who is doing it. LW thanked the digital army this weekend, and that includes CM and the anons. More information about Dominion keeps coming to light. The anons found video Dominion training manuals, and posted them online. There is a menu in Dominion that lets you turn off audits which I am sure the Q team knew about and countered. The video shows the field where Dominion asks the user where they would like the votes to be dropped to. The entire program was DESIGNED for voter fraud with an included instruction manual. Isn't it great that these a'holes were so arrogant and overconfident that they didn't think to hide any of this? Dominion was run through a Serbian outpost as a way to cover their tracks, and the anons are looking into that right now and already finding some interesting stuff. The anons proved that the day after the election, they set Dominion to record every vote for Pedo Joe as FORTY votes just to catch up to the massive Trump lead. The Dominion execs are closing offices, scrubbing their web sites, not attending meetings that they were ordered to attend, and getting lawyers. They HAVE NO DEFENSE! Guilty, now enjoy life in prison! General Flynn is taking an active role, and he tweeted this weekend that SP is one of the family and anyone attacking her is attacking him and his team. Trump hasn't spoken with reporters ‪in 18 days‬, and why would he? SP was asked about this, and she said he didn't need to because she unleashed the Kracken so he could sit back, eat popcorn and enjoy the show. The anons have been digging deep into what the Kracken is, and discovered it was an elite CIA hacking tool, the most advanced botnet to exist in 2008, then Wikileaks released information verifying this today. CM tweeted directly to Kemp, the corrupt governor of GA telling him the walls are closing in, than asked if he was sure he wanted to certify the election as the top election official and the one who would face the most jail time. They aren't being subtle. The anons track aircraft and noted that a DoJ aircraft that did not register its flight logs anywhere and flew no higher than 8500 feet went to Toronto and stayed there for 3 days. This is related to Dominion. Some election tidbits. The AZ Sec'y of State follows just 46 people on Instagram, all of them are related to witchcraft or Satan worship. In NV, 78,000 more votes were cast for president than people who actually voted. Here is how bad it is. A THIRD of DEMS say the election was stolen and want an independent investigation. Breaking down some election results, a few interesting items. Repubs won all key elections that involve redistricting. Wait until the DOminion info gives us the real totals. At this point, it has become pretty apparent that OH and FL are no longer swing states and are reliably red which is HUGE. Trump tweeted out that the world is watching the election, and the dems are never going to be able to walk away from this. NEVER! The anons dug deep into CISA and found one woman on the board is deeply tied to both Hillarnazi and Nazi Pelosi. The swamp runs deep. The anons noted that AWACS are constantly flying over US airspace which is distinctly rare. People with military ties are all saying the same thing. Thousands of arrests are taking place all over the country, and those arrests will lead to more leads which leads to more evidence and more arrests. We already know THREE city council members in Cincy were arrested for taking bribes. SP said what is coming is going to be "Biblical", a phrase used by Q. Interestingly, a hate filled d'bag CIA member posted to 8kun in some of the most hate filled racist language I have ever seen that they did indeed steal the election and were caught. He said he is posting this to tell Americans to f'off, he was deleting everything about his life and moving to an undisclosed location. He'll be in Gitmo within a year. The dem panic is evident. Pedo Joe gave an incoherent ramble, but alternate camera angles showed he was clearly in a concrete bunker. The Fuhrer said they could use the Navy Seals to remove Trump. Sorry Satan, but those guys report directly to and are loyal to Trump. Fox News offered Diamond and Silk $150,000 to turn on Trump. They refused and were fired. Yet MORE evidence surfaced that Pedo Joe is a double agent for China and Russia and is indeed a nat'l security risk. Interestingly, the traitors are communicating in code through social media as almost ALL of them changed their headers to black and white https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EnUo9p7UwAIDgfq?format=jpg&name=large at the same time yesterday.
I need to warn you that people you THOUGHT were on our side, might not be. The anons have dug deep into Tucker Carlson and found out he was a VIP of Comet Pizza, the epicenter of Pizza gate and pedophilia (need proof of this).
Ben Shapiro was asked about his secret meetings with Zuckerberg by Mark Dice. Remember, Ben was fired from Breitbart because he tried to frame Trump and has been a NeverTrumper. Trump made an interesting move yesterday when he shut down emergency lending powers for the Fed. Pedo Joe has been begging for money since the election, and I think the two are related.
A few misc items. Iran just started using the banned centrifuges at a site Trump almost bombed. Working on material for a false flag? Marxist Merkel is begging for Trump to leave troops in Afghanistan. Why? After Big Tech denied censorship to Congress last week, they went into hyperdrive banning more conservatives. There is a great video of a girl BAWLING after she saw that FakeBook changed Pedo Joe's title from president elect to politician. Their tears are delicious. The NIH did an internal investigation and fired 54 scientists after discovering int'l ties. Do you see how far and wide the corruption runs?
Virus news. Toronto banned people from having sex face to face. Do you see how pervasive and intrusive these evil tyrants really are? Bill Gates vaccine patent number is WO2020 0606060 which is "World Order 2020, 666". Remember they used the enzyme "Luciferase" to help create it.
MN said people get 90 days in JAIL for talking to people not in their family outside of business. These are the moves of DESPERATE people. Governor Newsolini gave HWood an exemption from the ‪10pm‬ curfew. The gangs of CV-19 viruses only attack non-celebs after ‪10:00‬. It's science.
Australia is banning any outdoor activity despite science showing that the virus dies immediately outdoors and is only spread indoors. Dog walking is a crime. A new study showed only people with symptoms can spread the disease. Yet again, science WILL be ignored.
Apple is truly evil. They are trying to block a bill in China that would stop forced labor.
I PROMISE you the dems are WAY more nervous than you are. Things might look ugly until after Thanksgiving as plans will NEVER go earlier, but might go later. But dems KNOW we have evidence of their criminal behavior. So while YOU might be worried they steal the election, THEY are worried we retake what they stole, AND they all go to prison.
They have EVERYTHING to lose, and there will be no defense for their criminal doings.
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2020.11.22 04:39 apis_cerana The Petit Angel Case: a child prostitution ring, a dead perp and so many unanswered questions

TW for child sexual abuse and such themes.
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In Japan, there still is a sizable population of younger people -- teens and pre-teens, who leave home for a variety of reasons and try to make it on their own. Many of them end up trying to make money however they can, by under the table jobs and physical labor, but the girls often end up getting taken advantage of and prostituted to adult men.
Back in July 13th, 2003, three grade 6 girls who had recently left home was hanging around Shibuya station in Tokyo, next to the Moai statue which was nearby. Kotaro Yoshizato approached them, with a kind expression on his face. He asked them if they would help in cleaning his apartment for 10000 yen (approx. $100), which was a lot of money for the girls. They agreed, and along with another unknown man, they all headed via taxi to the apartment in Akasaka.
Once they arrived, Yoshizato's demeanor changed entirely and he threatened the girls with a tazer, telling them that they "must have known why they had agreed to." He then proceeded to handcuff all of them and take them each to separate rooms, where they were chained to full 20L gas tanks.
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Yoshizato was born in the 70s and grew up in a wealthy household. He later on was accepted to Tokyo University of the Arts, a prestigious university, but there he apparently was known for being a playboy with multiple girlfriends. Despite having a rich family, his father and brother committed suicide in the 90s, and his mother was depressed and said to have attempted suicide as well. I'm sure having such a background didn't help as he ended up in a life of crime.
After graduation, he worked at host clubs for a couple of years, and then started some illegal "date clubs" (prostitution rings), one of them being the "Petit Angel" club, trafficking and prostituting underage girls. This club was so successful that he gained enormous wealth in a short amount of time, and it quickly became infamous.
He hired several high school aged girls to lure in victims and distribute flyers, promising girls "5000 yen for karaoke with a client, 10000 yen for underwear, and 10000 yen for nude modeling". Despite being on parole, having been caught for operating the illegal prostitution rings, he was still able to expand his business, selling child exploitation videos and other materials.
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But something was different this time.
Before the girls were kidnapped, on the 11th, Yoshizato had sold off his two Ferraris, and someone other than him took over the lease for his apartment. And on the following day, the 12th, he purchased the gas tanks used to hold the girls in their rooms, along with charcoal and some compact grills.
On the morning of the 16th, while the police started investigating the girls' disappearances, Yoshizato committed suicide through carbon monoxide inhalation after he made a tent out of poly vinyl, sealed himself and the grills inside, and lit the charcoal.
One of the girls noticed that everything had gone quiet, and managed to free herself. She attempted to free the other girls, but couldn't break off their handcuffs, so she decided to get out and seek help. She ran out bare-footed onto the street and into a flower shop, where the shopkeeper called the police. The three girls were rescued right away and reunited with their parents.
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There are several very bizarre and unanswered things about this case that still have people talking about it to this day.
- Why did Yoshizato commit suicide? He has escaped getting punished multiple times already, and apparently fine with flaunting his lifestyle and having lots of attention (with his taste in expensive cars and just being a flashy person in general). Could he really have had a sudden change of heart?
- Upon committing suicide, Yoshizato was very meticulous in his setup, making sure that there were no holes or gaps in the vinyl and that no smoke could escape. He was found sitting on a chair in the middle of the room and his death was ruled a suicide through carbon monoxide poisoning by the police. However, with the grills (called shichirin grills, which are open-top charcoal grills used in cooking) on in close proximity to him, it was thought that it would leave burn marks on his body, but none were supposedly found. There aren't any details I could find regarding an autopsy, though, and that could all just be speculation.
- Despite the girls mentioning that they encountered several people who were involved in Yoshizato's scheme, and therefore suggesting that it was a much bigger enterprise than it seemed, the identity of those accomplices were never looked into and the case was closed by the police, with the blame placed solely on Yoshizato.
- Upon his death, many awful details about the "dating club" were revealed -- that it was a members-only club, with memberships costing 600000 yen and every "date" with a minor costing 50000 yen. There was a large client list of over 2000 names (all aliases), and with that many clients, it was assumed that hundreds of girls had been exploited.
People who are/were following the case were very curious about who were on the client list, but the police never released the contents of it, and have not moved forward with investigating it. It's all the more bizarre since along with the list, some 1000 video recordings were found of sex acts, presumably of clients as well as the exploited girls.
There are many, many rumors and speculations about who was on the client list and none of them are proven to be true. They range from prominent politicians, judges, movie and TV producers, actors, doctors, and even members of the Imperial House of Japan.
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One of the only journalists who were investigating this case, Satoru Someya, was a reporter who covered the seedy underbelly of Japanese society, writing about drug issues, the Yakuza, and trafficking. He wrote for many Vice-like publications, and was extensively researching the Petit Angel case.
On September 12th of 2003, he was found dead.
A truck driver found his body floating in Tokyo bay, near a cliffside. He had been stabbed 8 times in the back, and blunt force trauma wounds were on his skull. He had been wrapped in chains and a weighted belt used for scuba diving was on his hips.
The last time anyone had talked to him was on the 5th, when he talked to an editor about his most recent piece, and on the 6th, his camera was found abandoned on the street in Tokyo.
Three men were arrested for his murder; all career criminals, they were thought to have committed the act since Someya had exposed them in other books and articles he had written in the past. This is certainly plausible and it could be unrelated to the Petit Angel case, but some seem to think that this was another coverup by the police since Someya had been looking into the contents of the client list at the time of his death. Without any concrete evidence it's hard to say.
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The identities of the girls are unknown due to them being underaged at the time of the incident, but their names and photos were apparently posted on 2chan, the Japanese imageboard. The post was swiftly deleted, but they can still be found if you go digging enough.
Due to the fact that there wasn't a ton of reporting about this since the incident and the fact that there are a lot of sketchy elements to the case, there are a lot of conspiracy theories surrounding this, with people calling it "Japan's Epstein" and such. And it's very similar in some ways, where there very well could be a ton of darker things being covered up, but without much in terms of actual facts being disclosed, all we can do is speculate.

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2020.11.13 18:21 Dieselboy51 Videos caught sex on camera

Pasting this from a thread I can link to in a follow-up post, but this is super fascinating.
What is the link between white supremacism and WM targeting (both sexually and violently in many cases) Asian Women?
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Yup. you'd be surprised that alot of white supremacist are married to asian women ex. Black pigeon speaks etc.. shit's fucking creepy as an Asian woman.
Edit: More supremacists married to asian women that I found
Richard Spencer, founder of the Alt-Right: multiple Asian ex-girlfriends
RamZPaul, racist vlogger: openly discusses his fetish for Asian women in his videos
John Derbyshire, white nationalist writer: married to Chinese woman with 2 hapa children
Andrew Anglin, founder of neo-nazi website The Daily Stormer: former pedophile sexpat in the Philippines. Caught on camera bragging about his underage "jailbait" Filipina girlfriend
Reactionary Expat, white supremacist neo-imperialist: Australian man who moved to Taiwan and married a Taiwanese woman all the while campaigning against all Asian immigration to white countries. Possibly the most insanely diabolical hypocrite in human history.
Charles Johnson, far-right race-realist writer: married to an Indonesian woman, tweets about how Asian women are better wives than white woman who have become "too feminist"
Charles Murray, race-realist author of The Bell Curve: Thai ex-wife with 2 hapa children
Mike Cernovich, Alt-Right writer: complains about "white genocide," married to a Persian woman and promoted sex tourism in Asia
Matt Forney, far-right manosphere blogger: openly promotes sex tourism in impoverished Asian countries like the Philippines
John Friend, white nationalist: married to a Filipina woman
Christoper Cantwell, Alt-Right YouTuber: mentioned he dated mostly Asian and hispanic women
Black Pigeon Speaks, white nationalist vlogger: mentioned his fetish for Asian women on Twitter
Henrik Holappa, hardcore white nationalist and founder of Finnish Resistance Movement (neo-nazi group), who is married to a Chinese woman in Chongqing, China
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2020.11.13 02:01 Knightraiderdewd Sex videos caught on camera

I’ve recently gone through a difficult situation, I’m now realizing just how badly it’s effected me. I’m not entirely sure if I should be typing this out, but I want to vent about it, hoping it will at least make me feel better to just tell someone.
In August 2019, I was an OTR (over the road) truck driver, but I had to get out of the truck for a while when a string of afflictions hit me, one after another, and put my health to the point I could no longer properly take care of myself. They were gross, and I’ve since recovered completely from them, so I’d rather not get into it.
By the time I recovered enough to travel, I moved over several states to Missouri to move in with my Dad, whom I’ve been away from for a long time; no bad blood, I left the house and become a full time Truck Driver years before, and the men in our family just aren’t the affectionate type so texts generally suffice for us, and I’d moved completely into the truck, and had no home of my own.
The original plan at the time was I was going to take two months off (doctor’s recommendation) to completely recover without chance of relapse, and then get back in a truck.
The issues started with my Dad’s girlfriend. She is a 60 year old woman, just a year older than him, and living in his house. I will refer to her as DGF.
For the first couple weeks, everything was fine. I was confined to the guest room, which was small and comfortable, and perfect for me since I was used to smaller spaces. I even began to recover enough to go outside, but I was very weak, and I could only eat toast and a small glass of water, so I was in a perpetual state of fatigue.
Then, she started. DGF began to get jealous that my dad was spending time with me, instead of her. Despite the fact that he took her on monthly road trips, she paid for nothing, and she had a 4 digit weekly salary, do nothing job with full benefits at a warehouse my dad managed. She was literally starting to hate me because Dad was clearly happier since I’d arrived, and she couldn’t stand it.
It started with blatant, to my face insults that I was just being a fat, lazy freeloader. There were many instances of this kind of behavior over several months, but I’ll just list a few. She would purposely watch work out videos at max volume on a huge TV you could hear from across the street (I know this because the neighbors complained), but was placed on the wall just outside the guest room, where I was trying to rest and recover. She never worked out, she would just play them. She called me every schoolyard name you can think of for a fat kid. She gossiped to our church representatives who would come to visit me (I won’t preach but obviously my mortality was being tested so I was reaching for any sort of comfort) and it got to the point, because of the things she told them, they would only send older males to speak to me. For their safety from a man who couldn’t even walk without a cane, and a wall to lean on.
She began to hit Dad, leaving bruises on him when he told her to stop when he realized just how bad everything was getting. We called the police, but of course, the first words out of her mouth was she didn’t feel safe. They completely disregarded the bruises on Dad, saying that’s not proof of anything.
This opened the flood gates. Suddenly, deputies were showing up to the house an average of three to four times a week. At no point did she face any sort of backlash. They never asked her to stop. They just showed up, interrogated me and Dad, told her to be careful, and left. To give them credit, 3 weeks into this, the ENTIRE Sheriff’s Department became familiar with our address, and wise to her antics. Idk what she was telling them. She would just call them while locked in her room.
During all this, I lost my job. The company I drove for went bankrupt. I lost my insurance so I suddenly had to pay full price for the medicine that was making it possible for me to hold food down, though once I finally went to a local doctor, he gave me a new, much cheaper prescription.
My health relapsed, and had to go to the ER a couple times, and this was just as COVID had made it Stateside. The ER doctor I last spoke to told me if I don’t do something to rest more, if I relapsed again, if I got an infection, or if I got any sort of sickness, I would not recover. I was that frail at the time. He didn’t give me statistics, or odds. He just flat out told me I would not survive another relapse.
Then, someone told her about ex partes. This was when things got worse.
For anyone who doesn’t know, ex partes in Missouri are basically a step down from a restraining order. They require less information than a job application, you can file one 24/7 and can be enforced immediately. I personally think they’re a great method for protecting people who need it, even after everything that’s happened.
She began repeatedly applying for ex partes against me. She filed a total of 5. The first 4 were all denied, pending a court date the following month.
When they were all denied, she tried something different.
She went in just after midnight, and wrote, in big bold letters SEXUAL ASSAULT on the ex parte. Unfortunately, while almost every other judge was familiar with her, I’m not kidding that’s how infamous this woman was becoming, she got lucky, and the judge they called to approve or deny the ex parte, was the only judge left that wasn’t familiar with her. And as soon as she saw SEXUAL ASSAULT, she immediately approved it, and personally requested deputies be deployed to enforce it.
So I was woken up at 1am, I was still so weak I could not walk without a cane, I could only eat toast and water, and was told I had 15 minutes to pack up my things, and leave. Dad kicked her out of the house, on the spot, and told the deputies he wanted to press trespassing charges on her if she didn’t leave. Their response was he had to get an eviction notice and give her 30 days to leave.
Dad had to drive me to a hotel, and left me there. He then went straight to the courthouse, and took out an ex parte on her, siting his bruises, records of the insane amount of 911 calls she’d made, and told them how she’d been treating both of us. His was approved, and the very same deputies came back to the house, and gave her 15 minutes to pack up her things, and leave.
Unfortunately, I could not return home. According to the courts, because that house’s address was listed on her ex parte against me, even if she wasn’t living there, if I was caught within I think it’s 100 feet of it, I would be arrested. And the deputies made sure I knew they were going to enforce it. Suddenly the little patch of dirt just off the road thirty feet from Dad’s house was their favorite parking spot.
I almost relapsed again, and went to the hospital. I say almost because...stuff happened, and I panicked and was rushed to ER. I was there for two weeks, but was extremely lucky.
Once I was well enough, I still had to spend my now dwindling savings on a lawyer to try and protect me.
It took me almost a full week, while in the hospital, to find a lawyer. The reason was DGF had taken the time to call every lawyer in the county to pretend to want to hire them, tell them my name, and then refuse to hire them. I’m not exaggerating. She called every. Single. Law firm. In. The. County. They all refused to take my case because of conflict of interest. She had poisoned the well, so to speak.
This turned out to be a blessing in the long term, but I’ll get to that.
I managed to find a law firm in the next county over that also practiced in mine. A very nice lady lawyer who took care of everything once she was informed of the situation.
Meanwhile DGF had fled straight from his house, to a battered women’s shelter. Idk what she told them, because of reasons that I’ll get into later, but they took her in, and later, after all was said and done, she bragged about the nice hotel they put her in. Now I have NOTHING against BWS, I’ve actually worked with Truckers Against Trafficking a few times when I was OTR. It just gets to me that she still, to this day, sees it as a free vacation. They also provided her with a legal aide during the initial court proceedings.
I had recovered enough to go to court. Once we were there, I learned just how bad my situation was.
Now anyone who’s been in court knows I could not give the complete minute to minute details, or this would be even longer than it already is. So to summarize:
The judge had seen Sexual Assault on her ex parte, and had feared she may have been too compromised, and that perhaps more serious measures may need to be taken. Basically she was threatening to actually charge me with Sexual Assault. Thank God her legal aide talked DGF out of it, though I learned later this was solely because it would’ve been much harder to prove, and the ex parte was much easier to get the outcome they wanted.
The moment I finally began to feel safe was when my lawyer got to question DGF on the stand. To be frank, she tore this woman apart. I honestly don’t remember everything, but I know she managed to not only get her to admit she “exaggerated,” because lying would’ve gotten her in legal trouble, her claims, she pulled a genuine miracle, and got DGF to admit, on record, this entire situation was her simply being jealous.
The final verdict was a huge relief, but was tainted by the judges final words to us. She wasn’t unprofessional, or blatantly threatening, but admitted she was only throwing the ex parte out, because DGF got tangled in her own story, and admitted she was jealous. It had nothing to do with the fact that I was so weak, and feeble that I couldn’t hope to be a possible threat to her.
Once my case was done, Dad’s case against her was up the following week, different judge. To summarize, he won, and she was not allowed to return to the house.
Once the courts were done, a lot of things I’m not entirely sure about happened. I returned to Dad’s house, and was finally recovering completely, and eventually got passed the point to where relapse was no longer a serious possibility.
I cannot describe how good a grilled chicken sandwich tastes when you’ve lived on bread for months.
Turns out, by coincidence, I did not know this until everything was done, my lawyer was a legal associate of the very BWS that was housing DGF. When my lawyer knew she’d abused the legal system, and took advantage of the BWS, she was understandably furious.
Now, idk what all happened, I just know this was around the time she began to beg to come back, using a third party to contact Dad. I know the BWS helped her get a job, but they stopped paying for her hotel, and she was eventually kicked out. Idk what she did, or where she went during this time.
Meanwhile, I had completely recovered. I still have to maintain a specific diet, and I can only drink water, but I’m independent again.
Which was good because DGF came back.
Behind my back, Dad had been texting her. She managed to sweet talk him into dropping his ex parte on her. She came back, and acted like nothing happened. No apology. She still thinks she was the victim.
Sure enough the deputies showed up the following week.
And an ex parte the day after that.
It was denied, so legally I didn’t have to leave, I just had to show up to court again in 30 days to tell them why I’m not a threat to her.
That was the final straw for me. I had managed to get a local job, and bought a car. I left. Dad did nothing. He felt sorry for her. He thought, and still thinks she just needs a happy home and she’ll stop being an insane, spiteful bitch.
For a while, I was doing well. I kind of was. I’m still making descent money to this day, and I have a good boss. I just wanted to be left alone, and move on. I now drive a local route, and go home to my new apartment everyday.
Dad still thinks I should come back, and we can be a family. Despite everything she did.
I feel genuinely betrayed by him. I guess the sex is that good, even at 60.
More recently, I’ve began to realize how much this entire ordeal has effected me.
I can’t hold a conversation for more than a few minutes. Any longer, and I get shaky. I mean I get visibly anxious, and I have to get away. Luckily driving a truck, I’m generally alone most of the day, so that wasn’t hard to work around.
The worst part is something I didn’t even notice I was doing until I had a full panic reaction in public. A woman brushed against me in the bookstore from behind. It was an accident, and she tried to apologize. I say try, because I went into full panic mode, and stepped away from her, and looked around for a camera, or at least a witness. I managed to brush it off as the pandemic scare, and calmed down.
I’m terrified of women. Like genuine gynophobia, if that’s the right word. I’ve thought about it, and it’s because I’m terrified of being Metoo’d, like DGF tried. Now I know an ex parte is a whole different beast from a criminal conviction, but because of how everything happened, I’m now aware of how easily I could be caged, and my life ruined, and she would face no consequences, even if I managed to beat the charges.
I also have almost no tolerance for stress. Before this, I was a very laid back, no stress kind of person. Now, I have to make sure I have everything planned, and in place since even one small thing out of place, or something happens that upsets the schedule will have me shaking and buried in anxiety.
Because of this I also can’t even bring myself to talk to women anymore. My boss is a nice, middle aged lady, but I can barely force myself to speak to her face to face. It helps if there’s a male in the room as a witness, but I usually just communicate via text now. It’s fine, since it’s faster and more convenient than phone calls, especially when things come up at work.
I think the worst thing, and the thing that finally made me aware that I had a genuine problem, but I don’t know what to do about it, was when I tried to enter the local dating scene. I honestly thought I could handle online dating, my reasoning being we could text, or chat online, which I can easily handle, and eventually I’ll feel comfortable enough to meet her, if things lead to it.
I’ve been contacted by about six women via dating app. I cannot respond to any of them. Every time I try, I get anxious, and back out. I managed to open the chat for one, but I went into panic mode, and almost smashed my phone to get it to turn off faster. Every time I looked at them, my first thought is “Will she try to have me arrested out of spite too?”
I hate myself for this. I used to be able to talk to anyone, no problem. I wasn’t a social butterfly, but I could talk. I could FUCKING TALK TO PEOPLE! But now this old jealous bitch has me so shaken, I can’t even leave my apartment anymore, except to work, or eat. I want it to end. I want this to stop but I can’t. I’m so terrified of people, and of women now and I don’t know what to do about it.
All my dad thinks is I need to forgive her so we can be a family even after he lost his job because of her antics, and now guilt trips me into sending him money because he’s broke now.
Edit. Just one last thing. I just wanted to get this last thing out of my system. My dad just posted on Facebook. DGF is now a spokeswoman for abuse victims. He’s proud of her. She gave a speech endorsing a political candidate. I’m alone now. I’m alone now.
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2020.11.11 20:08 getyaisha Sex videos caught on camera

I guess I should start this off by saying, I didn’t have a choice. But that wouldn’t be completely accurate, technically I could have rejected the offer and my life would have continued on the path it was on, but to be real with you I wasn’t doing great.
My life was a mess, I couldn’t keep a job. I was suffering from depression and anxiety. I was barley functioning as a human being, things were looking so dark at that point I thought about ending it all. I had just been released from yet another go nowhere job and was at home one evening when I got a phone call. I put out a lot of applications online at least 15 a day, so it wasn’t abnormal for unknown numbers to show up on my phone, but this wasn’t just any number. This call would be what got me where I am today, which is barricaded inside of a house with hostages, surrounded by U.S. marshals and S.W.A.T.
Let me explain, my name is Calvin Greer and I’ve had horrible luck my entire life. I guess you could say it started at birth, my father, the prize winning pig he was, had major and I mean major drug problems. I don’t mean in and out of jail typical asshole junkie dad shit here, this guy was robbing coke dealers and trading it for guns which brought him right back to his drug of choice “Money”. Now I know what you’re thinking, as addictions go having a money addiction aint that bad of a deal. That would be the case, if you knew what to do with the money, this genius was a gambler and lost it all putting himself so far in debt he could never get out. He owed hundreds of thousands to the type of people you don’t want to owe a dime.
They burnt our house down and took the insurance money but that didn’t even begin to cover what he owed. On top of that he’d wronged a lot of people over the years so the streets wanted him dead. Ultimately he left us stranded in a homeless shelter and vanished for a while.
My mother, god bless her, was a saint. She saved every penny and stacked every dime working herself ragged till we were able to get into an apartment of our own. She did the best with what we had and it worked for us, until it didn’t, times got hard hell years got hard but eventually things got better. There was only one problem, momma had an addiction to, no not drugs or alcohol, and before you go getting all perverted no it wasn’t sex. She was addicted to my dad, she loved him so much she would do whatever it took to find him, and that’s exactly what she did.
I was 10 when we found him, he had been shot and left for dead in Nevada, I’m pretty sure you can guess where. She saw his face on the news and we were there at the hospital the next day, flash forward 7 years and the old man just couldn’t help himself. Don’t get me wrong, he tried, he held down a job for 3 or 4 years before shit went crazy all over again.
This time was different, I’m still not completely sure what he did but suddenly we came into a lot of money. I mean millions, we had the big house on the hill, new cars, the newest clothes, if you could buy it we had it and it was amazing. I was 17 about to be 18 and had lived my whole life up to that point dirt poor. To be millionaires literally overnight was mind blowing. I didn’t know how to act so naturally I went a little wild. I won’t weigh you down with all that, but trust me it was awesome.
Exactly 4 years later there was a knock at the door, I don’t think anyone was ready for what was on the other side of it. I swear it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room when it opened, there standing in the doorway was a little girl. She couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8 years old, she was wearing one of those old fashioned dresses that made her look like a living doll. Her skin was a weeping discolored mess of prune like flesh, her eyes were oversized protruding yellowish orbs that darted around the room looking at all of us one by one. As bad as all of that was, the thing that really freaked me out was her hair, it was done like one of those child beauty pageant contestants, something about that just disturbed the hell out of me.
Then she spoke, her voice was booming and somehow ear piercing at the same time, the sound of it sent waves of pain through my brain and brought me to my knees. ”Your obligation has not been fulfilled, the contract is void. Your blood is now indebted.” I watched my father being dragged across the room by things I couldn’t see, he screamed and fought as much as he could until he was floating in the air just a few feet from where that thing was standing in the doorway. She raised one hand and made a fist, my father’s body crumbled like a piece of paper. I could hear his bones snapping and crunching under the pressure and with one last flick of her wrist, it was over, his body exploded and coated the room with his blood. My mother died of a heart attack right there in the living room, suddenly I was alone and as I found out a few days later back to being dirt poor, not a penny to my name outside of whatever cash assets I had on hand or hidden away which wasn’t much.
My life took a downward spiral after that, therapy and medication left me in this weird funk that kept me out of focus kind of just stumbling through life. Getting through the next few years would be tough I bounced around for a while till I was able to land a job at the airport cleaning rental cars, from there I got an apartment but that didn’t last long. The company sold its contract and the new owners didn’t want any convicted felons working for them, oh the felony thing is one of those details I fast forwarded through, besides it’s a horrible story. In any case after that I was living in my car for a while until it got stolen one night while I was working through a temp service. There’s a few more ups and downs but I’m sure you get the point by now.
I’d hit rock bottom, there was an eviction notice on my door and no sign of a dime rolling my way to pay on a single thing. Then my phone rang, an almost familiar sounding voice snapped me out of my daze. “Hello Mr. Greer, we recently reviewed your application and would like to offer you a job.” After a brief conversation, I agreed to the terms of the contract and I was told someone would be here to pick me up the next morning.
I don’t think I slept a wink that night and by 6 a.m. someone was knocking at my door, opening it I was greeted by a short old man with a bulging pot belly and long grey hair. He looked me over and grunted to himself before gruffly asking, “Are you Calvin Greer?” once I assured him I was we were off.
The old man turned out to be a talker, he started chatting me up once we were on the road. “So uh, Cal if you don’t mind me asking, have you ever done one of these before?”
Judging by the lingering aroma of weed in the van I could tell this was going to be a fun ride and before I could respond he dug in his shirt pocket and pulled out thumb thick spliff that seemed to fog up the van as soon as he lit it. “The name’s Teddy by the way, you smoke?” he asked passing it to me, smiling to myself I grabbed it and took a hit. Holding it in for a few seconds, I noticed the taste was almost sweet, it coated my mouth with a citrus flavor that reminded me of grapefruit. Choking and exhaling I chuckled and passed it back, “Wow that’s good, but what do you mean, done one of these? I thought this was a job.”
Teddy laughed at me before taking another long pull, “Oh it’s a job alright, just not the kind you’re thinking of.” passing me the blunt he exhaled a cloud and chuckled, “I’ll tell you like I tell everyone who tries this, in the end no one wins, just take the money and shut the fuck up, it’s not worth it.”
I don’t know if was the weed or what but Teddy had a real odd way of talking a lot without saying much. Taking another good hit, glancing out the window for a second I realized we weren’t in the city any more, but there was no way we had come that far that fast, my head started spinning and suddenly I could hear Teddy’s voice telling me to wake up. Rubbing my eyes and sitting up I see Teddy standing outside the van about to open my door, “That shits not for beginners.” He chuckled pulling it open, “Probably should have warned you, but no harm no foul. Were here safe and sound, good luck bro, just remember what I told you and hopefully I’ll see you for the trip home.”
Getting out of the van I found myself looking at a nice little two story house, the walls were made brick that had been painted a deep green that nearly matched the surrounding area. There were six other houses on the street each identical in build but painted different colors, grey, yellow, red, blue, white and black, somehow the entire day had passed it was dark now and I could see lights on in all the houses. On the mailbox to my left I noticed my name on a white envelope taped to it, as Teddy honked his horn and drove away as I grabbed the envelope. Inside was a letter that read:
“Hello Mr. Greer, The house you see in front of you will be your home for the next 365 days. In this time you will be compensated 5,000 dollars weekly for the duration of the job. Food, clothing, and shelter are provided there will be scheduled events that take place weekly at first and becoming daily as time goes on, you are free to opt out at any point terminating the contract and forfeiting your compensation. That money will be divided by the remaining participants, you will have limited access to internet and cable television as well as the freedom to move around the area. You will not be allowed off the property until you either opt out or finish the job.”
The only other thing in the envelope was a pair of keys, walking up to the front door I noticed there was a number painted on the frame 70. Stepping inside my jaw dropped it was identical to the house my parents died in, slowly backing out into the yard I stood there staring at the house. There was no way this was happening, that house was at least three times this size and yet when I looked inside it was all there. I should have opted out right then, god knows I thought about it, but I would be going back to nothing, I needed that money. Patting my pockets for my cigarettes a found what was left of the blunt Teddy was smoking and a note with STFU written on it. I laughed and grabbed my smokes and realized I didn’t have a lighter, “Great” going back inside that house was a nightmare come true, when I closed the door I could have sworn for a split second the knob was covered in blood but as I glanced down at my palm there was nothing there. I could smell my mother’s perfume hanging in the air flashbacks of pool parties and wild nights on the town flooded my mind for a moment followed by that horrible sound I spent years trying to forget.
It was coming from behind me, the wet crunching of bone shattering, tearing through flesh and the wheezing gasps for air. Out of reflex I spun around to see an empty room, everything was gone, I wasn’t in that house any more, the floors were a dark polished wood now and the walls were a sandy tan, in the room to my right was a large leather sectional sofa positioned around a huge flat screen television. To my left another room that led to the kitchen. Upstairs was three bedrooms and a game room decked out with every video game I could think of and a few I’d never heard of, this place was fantastic, and when I found the bar I forgot all about the weird flashbacks and poured myself a drink. Looking around the place I found the closet in the master bed room filled with brand new clothes and shoes, all in my size. Walking around getting a feel for the house I kept looking for cameras, but I never found any, after an hour or so of looking through everything there was a knock at the door.
I didn’t say a word, as quietly as I could I made my way to the door just in time for whoever it was to knock again. Looking through the peephole I see a tall thin woman with medium length brown hair and glasses. “Who is it?!” I barked out still watching, she stepped back slightly surprised and smiled. “I’m Paula from the blue house, I saw you getting dropped off and thought I’d come say hello before the others show up.”
When I finally opened the door Paula smiled and held out her hand to shake, there was something odd about her and not in a cute quirky way either, something about the look in her eye was unsettling. Not trying to be rude, I shook her hand and invited her inside. She stepped through the doorway and paused looking around the house smiling to herself before speaking excitedly, “I knew it, all the houses are completely different. Looks like you got the best one, do you know anything about the job?”
Something about her made me laugh a little, “No, not really, I’m Calvin by the way.” She smiled still looking around until she spotted the bar, the smile vanished and she looked me straight in the eyes, “Can I please have a drink?” something about her sudden mood change felt genuine. “Sure help yourself.” Before I could finish talking she was headed for the bar. Picking through the bottles she raised up an untapped bottle of Makers mark and kissed it before peeling away the wax and pouring a cup. I watched her sniff the drink breathing it in for a second with her eyes closed before finally taking that first sip, “Holy shit, that’s so good. Oh my God I thought I’d have to go a whole year without it, thank you so much. I’ve been here a month now and no one has alcohol, if I were you I wouldn’t tell everyone about this, those guys will be here every day trying to leach off you until you run dry.” She smiled taking another sip, I hadn’t noticed till then that she was covered in tattoos from her neck to her knuckles and she was gorgeous.
“Uh look, Paula is it? Can you please tell me the hells going on here, what are we being paid to do exactly?” she took another sip then refilled her cup. Walking towards the door she paused and smiled at me again, “Live, not to be cryptic or anything but that’s what they want you to do as far as I can tell. Stay here for a year and they’ll pay you to do it. I’m not sure why, Fred from the black house says this is some sort of game, I’m not sure I believe that though. If you ask me I think it’s an experiment, who knows, who cares? In the end we all get a big fat check and its back to the real world.” Finishing of her drink she thanked me for it and left.
I spent the rest of the night smoking and playing video games until I fell asleep, when I woke up I could hear people talking and the sun was up. Getting up and going downstairs I could make out two voices coming from just outside the front door. A man and a woman were arguing back and forward about what they should have brought, shaking my head I didn’t bother asking who it was I just opened the door catching them both off guard. “Oh hello, I’m Christine and this is Glen were from the yellow house, you wouldn’t have happened to see our son Eli around here have you? He’s been snooping around this place since we got here and we didn’t want him surprising you.” I told them I hadn’t seen anyone except Paula and they both gave me an odd look then Glen leaned towards me and uttered under his breath, “People like her are dangerous, I’d watch it around her if I were you.” With that they walked away talking to one another. An hour later I stepped outside for some air and saw a big white van in the middle of the street, there was a speaker mounted to the top of it and almost as soon as I noticed it a voiced boomed out from it, “Today’s event will take place in 3 minutes, you must remain inside your homes for the next 72 hours, if you fail to do so you will be penalized, today’s event is worth 5 thousand dollars, good luck.” A timer started counting down over the speaker, I stood there watching the curtains being closed in every house, not knowing what was about to happen I rushed inside and watched through the window waiting to see what was about to happen. When the timer hit zero o was expecting some amazing spectacle but nothing happened at least not at first, eventually the air around me started to warm up, it was barely noticeable at first but after 45 minutes I was dripping sweat, after 2 hours I thought I might pass out it got so hot I could see heat waves in the air and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore there was a loud metallic clank and cold air came pouring through the vents.
This went on for the entire first day and by nightfall I was starting to regret doing this. The temperature finally stabilized at 70 degrees and stayed there for the rest of the night, around two in the morning I started to hear someone running through the house, I lay there in bed listening to whoever it was right up until I heard them racing up the stairs. I rolled out of bed and rushed into the hall and froze in place, there standing at the top of the stairs was that horrible thing I’d seen kill my parents, its sickly bulbous yellow eyes locked onto me as its mouth stretched open releasing a swarm of what I thought were fly’s at first till one of them landed on my arm and bit into me. It looked like a tiny person with wings and an oversized mouth, its skin or maybe scales, who knows, was a reflective greenish black and when I say those little fuckers pack a punch, the bite took a chunk of flesh the bastards were trying to eat me. I swatted one and then another and another but the hallway was filling up with them I turned and bolted back into my room slamming the door shut then jamming everything I could get my hands on in the cracks to keep them out, that worked for a few seconds then they started coming through the vents. Rushing to the restroom I closed myself inside and started filling the tub with water while I franticly searched for anything I could use to swat them away. I could hear them buzzing outside the door the sound was so loud there had to be thousands of them, spotting a straw on the floor I remembered an old cartoon and prayed it worked as I scooped it up and dove in the tub submerging myself completely under water and breathing through the straw.
The door burst open and those things blotted out the light, it was suddenly pitch black in there but the straw was working, after a few minutes they fluttered away and I sat up relieved. Gasping and wiping water out of my eyes I heard the worst sound I think I’ve ever heard in my life, a girlish giggle coming from the doorway. Slowly turning I saw her, that same horrible little wrinkled wretch of a creature grinning at me, her oversized mouth filled with protruding half rotted teeth. She lunged at me in the blink of an eye and I jolted back slamming the back of my head into the wall and slipping in the tub, the second I got my balance she was gone. I sat there with the back of my head stinging fully clothed sitting in a tub of water, no sign of the bugs or the girl. Once I had on some dry clothes and was sure the house was empty tried to get something to eat, in the hall leading to the stairs there’s a floor to ceiling mirror I hadn’t paid much attention to until I walked passed it.
I don’t know how to explain it but there was something wrong with my reflection, tiny differences, like the scar on my cheek wasn’t there and my hair seemed darker but I wrote it off and headed for the kitchen. I stood there looking through the fridge and came up with a sandwich and a cold beer then sat down to watch a movie, about half way through I started to hear a tapping sound coming from the window. As long as it wasn’t that girl I thought I could deal with it, I was so wrong. Yanking back the curtain revealed something I wish I could erase from my brain, what I can only describe as a shaved ape was pressing its greasy, splotchy pink naked body against the glass and that tapping sound I mentioned, let’s just say you don’t want to know.
Upon realizing it had been spotted, this horrendous looking freak let out a pig like squeal and detached itself from the glass leaving an ogre shaped wet spot behind. It stood there staring in at me, it didn’t seem to have a neck and its eyes were these big black orbs that were so far apart they were nearly on the sides of its head, its mouth if you could call it that was abnormally wide and drooped in the corners releasing a river of what I hoped was just spit. The rest of its body looked like it was made of chicken skin, it hobbled around making that pig noise for a few seconds before it shambled off vanishing into the woods.
“Jesus Christ, what was that, please tell me it wasn’t doing what I think it was doing.” I said out loud to myself shaking my head, I didn’t look out of a window for the rest of the night. The next morning rolled in and I couldn’t have been happier, walking down the stairs I was hit by a smell that instantly made me gag, the only thing I could compare it to was, a septic tank stuffed with road kill. The stench was so thick I swear I tasted it, looking around the house was clean, I searched for close to an hour and couldn’t find where it was coming from. The smell was so bad it killed my appetite so I just sat there on the couch covering my nose till it finally went away. There was no rule against opening a window for air but the second I did, I regretted it, an ear piercing alarm sounded and every light in the house started flashing until I closed it. I did my best to move on with my day watching movies and playing games occasionally cleaning up just to pass the time, then I caught something moving out of the corner of my eye. At first glance I thought it was a rat, I would catch glimpses of them from time to time throughout the day but never got a good look at one till I went to the restroom.
I was standing there doing my business when I heard bubbling coming from the toilet, glancing down I saw a pair of eyes looking up at me from the drain. I was midstream there was no stopping now so I didn’t, I almost laughed at it till it came flying out of the toilet chomping at a needless to say sensitive area. Now I don’t know about you guys, but having some weird toilet goblin attacking my junk wasn’t high on my list of life goals, I pissed all over the place trying to get back and when that thing landed on the floor in front of me I nearly lost it. The creature didn’t look anything like a rat, it was a lot closer to a deformed really hairy spider with the biggest fangs I’d ever seen in my life. It made this clicking sound that made my eyes water and it reeked of that foul stink that had flooded the house earlier in the day.
It moved incredibly fast, crossing the floor between us in seconds I did the only thing I could think of and kicked it as hard as I could sending it flying through the air and splattering against the wall. Before I could celebrate my small victory a searing pain surged through my foot. The same foot I kicked the thing with was now covered in tiny brown and black quills that were pulsing pumping some sort of toxin into me. “Holy shit!” I screamed as the pain intensified, without thinking I snatched out as many of the quills as I could only to have a few of them lodge themselves into my fingers and palm, it was an insane situation that was about to get a lot worse. The restroom walls started to ripple like waves across a pond as they shifted between a calming white to a neon green then melted away. I could feel the inside of my skull rubbing against my brain, my eyes felt itchy and dry while my tongue seemed to swell causing me to drool uncontrollably. I couldn’t feel my legs but I could feel myself walking or maybe floating through the house, an overwhelming wave of panic crashed into me when I saw the couch turn into Cerberus and come racing towards me all three heads snarling and snapping at the air as my legs carried me up the stairs. I could hear it coming but my body stopped in front of the mirror, I watched in complete terror as my own reflection tore itself apart devouring itself only to be regurgitated and repeat the process. I felt bile rush up the back of my throat and my stomach cramped as I heaved spewing a wiggling mass of snakelike creatures with human faces that cried out “We’re free!” as they splattered on the floor and quickly began to slither away.
I tried to scream but all that came out was a garbled mash up of words that made no sense, the intense growling got closer and vibrated through me, my body moved faster than I thought possible nearly giving me whiplash as it raced down the hall and into my room slamming the door closed behind me. I could see myself bracing against the door but it was almost as if I was outside of my own body watching this happen to someone else. The door quaked and the wall shook from the impact of the hellhound slamming into it, just as the wood splintered and exploded sending me flying across the room everything stopped. I was hanging in mid-air seconds from slamming into the wall, I could hear the ocean or at least that’s what I thought it was, shifting my attention to the wall I saw it rippling just like in the restroom only it wasn’t changing to a neon green. Instead it had a reflective surface and the instant I locked eyes with myself in it time went back to normal and splashed through the wall winding up downstairs on the sofa in front of the T.V.
For a split second I thought it had all been in my head, right up until I saw one of those toilet spider goblin things watching me from the hallway. It scrambled away making that stupid irritating clicking sound as I tried to get up off the sofa. Now any sane person probably would have called it quits after all that but I had nothing to lose, without this job I was homeless. The lingering pain in my foot stuck around for most of the day, things didn’t pick back up until late in the afternoon. I was lighting a cigarette on the stove, when I saw something that shouldn’t be there, it was a door, I had been over every inch of the house and that door wasn’t there before that moment. I may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them, I didn’t care what was behind that door and I wasn’t going to find out, I got my smoke lit then turned off the burner and limped back to the living room and turned on the television. There were no news stations no local broadcasts from what I could tell there were only movie channels but while I was searching for something to veg out on I noticed an aux channel and decided to check it.
It was a live feed from the yellow house, I could clearly see Glen sitting at the kitchen table talking to a young boy who I figured had to be Eli. There was no sound but the conversation looked intense, Glen was banging his hand on the table and judging his movements I’d say he was probably yelling. The boy didn’t look as if he were paying attention to anything he was talking about and after a few minutes he threw up his hands and stormed out. Christine walked in a few seconds later and the camera switched to Eli who was in his room searching for something. After a quick search he pulled something from under the bed, his back was to the camera so I couldn’t get a look at what he was doing but he turned and looked directly into the camera and held up a white sheet of paper with “Help me” written on it. The feed switched again back to the kitchen but Christine and Glen weren’t there, the feed started switching between rooms literally looking for them until they were spotted in the main room. They were both kneeling in front of a man I hadn’t seen before, he was short and thin with a bald head for some reason I couldn’t see his face, everything else was clear and visible on the screen but when I tried to focus on him it almost looked like he didn’t have a face, just a blank surface with two black dots for eyes. He handed Christine a knife then motioned to Glen, she rose to her feet and stood there looking down at him, I almost couldn’t watch what happened next. Glen tilted his head back and she carved something into his forehead then when she was finished she handed the blade to him and he repeated the process on her. The screen flickered and the man was gone, they both flew into a rage and started wrecking the room, the camera switched back to Eli’s room, he’d barricaded himself in and was trying to get the window open. I watched him trying everything he could think of to shatter the glass but it wouldn’t break, in a matter of seconds his parents were banging on his door. It didn’t take long to force their way in, Christine was the first one in, she rushed him, Eli did everything he could to dodge her but when Glen got involved there was nothing he could do.
Glen pinned him to the ground while Christine stabbed him over and over, I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. I watched in total disbelief as they tore their only child apart and ate him, when they were done they stripped out of their clothes and had sex in his shredded remains. The feed stopped there, I didn’t know what to do, I paced around contemplating opting out then I remembered the phone in the kitchen. It was one of those old-school rotary phones but there was only one number on it 7. Picking it up and dialing I stood there waiting, it seemed to take forever but eventually someone responded.
“Hello Mr. Greer, how may we assist you?” for a second I didn’t know what to say, my mind went blank and when the voice called out again I snapped out of it. “Something just happened at the yellow house, you need to get someone over there right now!” there was a long pause and I could hear typing over the phone. After a second the voice spoke again, “We have noted your participation, thank you for reporting. Can we help you with anything else?”
“Help me with anything else, are you listening to me, I just watched those people kill their son! You need to send someone right now!” there was another long pause before the voice responded. “We are aware of the situation Mr. Greer, thank you for your concern, have a nice evening.” The line went dead and I was left with this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, hanging it up I walked to the bar and poured a drink. Nothing happened that night, well almost nothing, around midnight I could have sworn I saw my reflection watching me from the bathroom mirror. It was only for a split second but I know what I saw, the next morning was quiet I avoided the television and played video games all day hoping I could just make it through. No such luck, I heard a crash from downstairs dropping the controller I jolted to my feet and rushed to get a look. I moved slowly listening for any signs of someone in the house, when I got to the kitchen I found the mystery door open and the fridge had been raided. I grabbed the biggest knife I could find and started searching the house again but before I did that I shut that door and moved the table in front of it. I looked everywhere I could think of and came up empty, walking back up the stairs I heard another crash from the kitchen followed by a low grunting, I spun around in time to see that neck less, naked shaved ape, frog man looking fucker come charging out through the hall.
It stopped at the bottom of the stairs making that gut churning grunting sound while licking its lips and staring at me, the first thought through my mind was this thing was about to eat me, then it did something that let me know its plans were so much worse. It uh well, it started humping the air and grunting as its junk scraped the floor leaving a snail trail. I wanted to puke but I kept it down and got up the stairs as quickly as I could, the grunting turned to a high pitched squeal and it came thundering up after me, as I raced passed the mirror I felt a pair of hands grab me and literally snatch me off my feet. A freezing cold shockwave of pain rolled through my body and my tongue went numb, I couldn’t see for a moment but I had to get up that thing would be on me if I didn’t. Staggering and stumbling, I got to my feet just as my vision cleared, a loud thump from behind me made flinch and I turned to see that creature pressing itself against the glass.
“Where am I?” as I uttered those words they echoed and amplified till they were so loud it gave me a splitting headache, when the echo finally faded I realized I was still in the same house but everything was opposite, I’d gone through the mirror. It’s not as cool as it sounds, its actually pretty freaking horrible if you ask me, the mirror doesn’t reflect the whole house, so I was trapped in this small section of hallway with empty unending darkness to either side of me and I wasn’t alone. It started as whispers echoing in from somewhere out there in the pitch black, then it was a shadow that would pass through the hall at high speed knocking me down every single time. Then it showed itself, I half way expected to see a mirror version of myself and I honestly would’ve preferred that to what I saw, I don’t know if any of you are comic book fans but it looked a lot like the “Silver surfer” without a face, its body was constantly changing. One second it would be the size of a child the next an adult shifting between male and female the entire time, it didn’t speak as much as put words in my head it only said two words “Be Still” then it was gone, I can’t begin to tell you how long I was standing there but eventually the creature left and the mirror thing came back to throw me back through the reflection. When I hit the ground on the other side I didn’t waste a second thinking about it I rushed down to the kitchen, found a hammer and nails then made sure the mystery door would never open again.
When the 72 hours were finally over the kitchen phone rang and I was told I could leave the house now. The first thing I did was step out the front door and breathe as deeply as my lungs would allow. I couldn’t help but stare at the yellow house waiting for Christine and Glen to step outside, but they never did. After a few minutes I saw Paula headed towards me with a huge smile on her face, “Hey Cal how was your first event, anything good happen?” I didn’t know what to say, shaking my head and chuckling to myself I looked around the street, “Did you see what Christine and Glen did to Eli?” Paula stepped back and gave me an odd look, “No, how would I have seen that, what are you talking about?”
I told her all about what I’d seen on the aux channel and she didn’t believe me, I thought she would change her mind if I showed her the channel but I’d forgotten the feed went dead after so when I tried to show her it was just a static filled screen with aux in the top right corner. After that I didn’t want to tell her about everything else that happened, it would just make me look insane. She smiled at me and touched my shoulder, “Look Cal, I know the first few days here are kind of weird but you should really try to get some rest, staying up all night can’t be a good for you.” She gave me that smile one last time and headed out, I didn’t think about it until she’d left but how did she know I had been staying up all night? Had she known all along about the channel? Was she watching me? Paranoia is a hell of a thing, I spent the rest of the day looking for cameras, maybe I had missed them the first time around but after a thorough search I didn’t find a single thing.
There wasn’t another event for days, then on a Thursday morning the white van was back. The speaker crackled to life and the announcement was made, “For the next 168 hours you are to stay inside your homes this event begins in 5 minutes. This will be a group event, will the white and blue sectors please report to the green sector. The black and grey sectors are to report to the red sector and the yellow sector is in isolation. You now have 4 minutes, this event will be triple pay for the week phones will be disabled and there will be one food delivery mid-week good luck.”
As soon as the announcement was over there was a knock at the door, while I wasn’t looking forward to another event, I was more than happy to have people with me at least I wouldn’t have to go through it alone. Opening the door I saw Paula standing there with a tall guy that looked like a Duck dynasty reject, he smiled a big goofy smile and extended his hand. “The names Jack, looks like we’re gonna be roomies for a while, I claim the sofa.” I could see Paula rolling her eyes as Jack let go of my hand and found his way over to the sofa area, she smiled and gave me a hug, “Don’t mind him, he’s an idiot.” She whispered in my ear stepping passed me rushing upstairs to find a bedroom.
Jack called out to me as soon as the door slammed shut, “Hey green guy, where’s the toilet, I gotta take a mean one.” I looked over to see him at the bar pouring himself a scotch and looking around the room, when I told him where it was he took his drink and hurried off, a few seconds later Paula came back downstairs with a big smile on her face.
“Jesus Cal, who’d you have to screw to get this house, the blue sector’s a dump compared to this place.” As she walked passed me headed for the kitchen I couldn’t help but notice something was different about her, she wasn’t thin like before, somehow in a week she’d become curvaceous in all the right places making it hard to keep my eyes off her. Once she’d disappeared around the corner Jack’s voice startled me out of my gaze, “So, what’s the issue here Greenie, what’s wrong with this place?”
Turning to face him I spotted him back at the bar refilling his drink, before I could respond Paula stepped up behind me and whispered in my ear, “Have a drink with me.” Jack looked at the two of us then smirked and took a seat on the couch.
While the timer counted down the final seconds before the event, I watched her pouring our drinks, as she handed mine to me Jack stood up and raised his glass, “Here’s to you Greenie, shit’s about to get weird.”
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2020.11.11 20:06 getyaisha "The Root of all Evil." (Fiction)

I guess I should start this off by saying, I didn’t have a choice. But that wouldn’t be completely accurate, technically I could have rejected the offer and my life would have continued on the path it was on, but to be real with you I wasn’t doing great.
My life was a mess, I couldn’t keep a job. I was suffering from depression and anxiety. I was barley functioning as a human being, things were looking so dark at that point I thought about ending it all. I had just been released from yet another go nowhere job and was at home one evening when I got a phone call. I put out a lot of applications online at least 15 a day, so it wasn’t abnormal for unknown numbers to show up on my phone, but this wasn’t just any number. This call would be what got me where I am today, which is barricaded inside of a house with hostages, surrounded by U.S. marshals and S.W.A.T.
Let me explain, my name is Calvin Greer and I’ve had horrible luck my entire life. I guess you could say it started at birth, my father, the prize winning pig he was, had major and I mean major drug problems. I don’t mean in and out of jail typical asshole junkie dad shit here, this guy was robbing coke dealers and trading it for guns which brought him right back to his drug of choice “Money”. Now I know what you’re thinking, as addictions go having a money addiction aint that bad of a deal. That would be the case, if you knew what to do with the money, this genius was a gambler and lost it all putting himself so far in debt he could never get out. He owed hundreds of thousands to the type of people you don’t want to owe a dime.
They burnt our house down and took the insurance money but that didn’t even begin to cover what he owed. On top of that he’d wronged a lot of people over the years so the streets wanted him dead. Ultimately he left us stranded in a homeless shelter and vanished for a while.
My mother, god bless her, was a saint. She saved every penny and stacked every dime working herself ragged till we were able to get into an apartment of our own. She did the best with what we had and it worked for us, until it didn’t, times got hard hell years got hard but eventually things got better. There was only one problem, momma had an addiction to, no not drugs or alcohol, and before you go getting all perverted no it wasn’t sex. She was addicted to my dad, she loved him so much she would do whatever it took to find him, and that’s exactly what she did.
I was 10 when we found him, he had been shot and left for dead in Nevada, I’m pretty sure you can guess where. She saw his face on the news and we were there at the hospital the next day, flash forward 7 years and the old man just couldn’t help himself. Don’t get me wrong, he tried, he held down a job for 3 or 4 years before shit went crazy all over again.
This time was different, I’m still not completely sure what he did but suddenly we came into a lot of money. I mean millions, we had the big house on the hill, new cars, the newest clothes, if you could buy it we had it and it was amazing. I was 17 about to be 18 and had lived my whole life up to that point dirt poor. To be millionaires literally overnight was mind blowing. I didn’t know how to act so naturally I went a little wild. I won’t weigh you down with all that, but trust me it was awesome.
Exactly 4 years later there was a knock at the door, I don’t think anyone was ready for what was on the other side of it. I swear it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room when it opened, there standing in the doorway was a little girl. She couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8 years old, she was wearing one of those old fashioned dresses that made her look like a living doll. Her skin was a weeping discolored mess of prune like flesh, her eyes were oversized protruding yellowish orbs that darted around the room looking at all of us one by one. As bad as all of that was, the thing that really freaked me out was her hair, it was done like one of those child beauty pageant contestants, something about that just disturbed the hell out of me.
Then she spoke, her voice was booming and somehow ear piercing at the same time, the sound of it sent waves of pain through my brain and brought me to my knees. ”Your obligation has not been fulfilled, the contract is void. Your blood is now indebted.” I watched my father being dragged across the room by things I couldn’t see, he screamed and fought as much as he could until he was floating in the air just a few feet from where that thing was standing in the doorway. She raised one hand and made a fist, my father’s body crumbled like a piece of paper. I could hear his bones snapping and crunching under the pressure and with one last flick of her wrist, it was over, his body exploded and coated the room with his blood. My mother died of a heart attack right there in the living room, suddenly I was alone and as I found out a few days later back to being dirt poor, not a penny to my name outside of whatever cash assets I had on hand or hidden away which wasn’t much.
My life took a downward spiral after that, therapy and medication left me in this weird funk that kept me out of focus kind of just stumbling through life. Getting through the next few years would be tough I bounced around for a while till I was able to land a job at the airport cleaning rental cars, from there I got an apartment but that didn’t last long. The company sold its contract and the new owners didn’t want any convicted felons working for them, oh the felony thing is one of those details I fast forwarded through, besides it’s a horrible story. In any case after that I was living in my car for a while until it got stolen one night while I was working through a temp service. There’s a few more ups and downs but I’m sure you get the point by now.
I’d hit rock bottom, there was an eviction notice on my door and no sign of a dime rolling my way to pay on a single thing. Then my phone rang, an almost familiar sounding voice snapped me out of my daze. “Hello Mr. Greer, we recently reviewed your application and would like to offer you a job.” After a brief conversation, I agreed to the terms of the contract and I was told someone would be here to pick me up the next morning.
I don’t think I slept a wink that night and by 6 a.m. someone was knocking at my door, opening it I was greeted by a short old man with a bulging pot belly and long grey hair. He looked me over and grunted to himself before gruffly asking, “Are you Calvin Greer?” once I assured him I was we were off.
The old man turned out to be a talker, he started chatting me up once we were on the road. “So uh, Cal if you don’t mind me asking, have you ever done one of these before?”
Judging by the lingering aroma of weed in the van I could tell this was going to be a fun ride and before I could respond he dug in his shirt pocket and pulled out thumb thick spliff that seemed to fog up the van as soon as he lit it. “The name’s Teddy by the way, you smoke?” he asked passing it to me, smiling to myself I grabbed it and took a hit. Holding it in for a few seconds, I noticed the taste was almost sweet, it coated my mouth with a citrus flavor that reminded me of grapefruit. Choking and exhaling I chuckled and passed it back, “Wow that’s good, but what do you mean, done one of these? I thought this was a job.”
Teddy laughed at me before taking another long pull, “Oh it’s a job alright, just not the kind you’re thinking of.” passing me the blunt he exhaled a cloud and chuckled, “I’ll tell you like I tell everyone who tries this, in the end no one wins, just take the money and shut the fuck up, it’s not worth it.”
I don’t know if was the weed or what but Teddy had a real odd way of talking a lot without saying much. Taking another good hit, glancing out the window for a second I realized we weren’t in the city any more, but there was no way we had come that far that fast, my head started spinning and suddenly I could hear Teddy’s voice telling me to wake up. Rubbing my eyes and sitting up I see Teddy standing outside the van about to open my door, “That shits not for beginners.” He chuckled pulling it open, “Probably should have warned you, but no harm no foul. Were here safe and sound, good luck bro, just remember what I told you and hopefully I’ll see you for the trip home.”
Getting out of the van I found myself looking at a nice little two story house, the walls were made brick that had been painted a deep green that nearly matched the surrounding area. There were six other houses on the street each identical in build but painted different colors, grey, yellow, red, blue, white and black, somehow the entire day had passed it was dark now and I could see lights on in all the houses. On the mailbox to my left I noticed my name on a white envelope taped to it, as Teddy honked his horn and drove away as I grabbed the envelope. Inside was a letter that read:
“Hello Mr. Greer, The house you see in front of you will be your home for the next 365 days. In this time you will be compensated 5,000 dollars weekly for the duration of the job. Food, clothing, and shelter are provided there will be scheduled events that take place weekly at first and becoming daily as time goes on, you are free to opt out at any point terminating the contract and forfeiting your compensation. That money will be divided by the remaining participants, you will have limited access to internet and cable television as well as the freedom to move around the area. You will not be allowed off the property until you either opt out or finish the job.”
The only other thing in the envelope was a pair of keys, walking up to the front door I noticed there was a number painted on the frame 70. Stepping inside my jaw dropped it was identical to the house my parents died in, slowly backing out into the yard I stood there staring at the house. There was no way this was happening, that house was at least three times this size and yet when I looked inside it was all there. I should have opted out right then, god knows I thought about it, but I would be going back to nothing, I needed that money. Patting my pockets for my cigarettes a found what was left of the blunt Teddy was smoking and a note with STFU written on it. I laughed and grabbed my smokes and realized I didn’t have a lighter, “Great” going back inside that house was a nightmare come true, when I closed the door I could have sworn for a split second the knob was covered in blood but as I glanced down at my palm there was nothing there. I could smell my mother’s perfume hanging in the air flashbacks of pool parties and wild nights on the town flooded my mind for a moment followed by that horrible sound I spent years trying to forget.
It was coming from behind me, the wet crunching of bone shattering, tearing through flesh and the wheezing gasps for air. Out of reflex I spun around to see an empty room, everything was gone, I wasn’t in that house any more, the floors were a dark polished wood now and the walls were a sandy tan, in the room to my right was a large leather sectional sofa positioned around a huge flat screen television. To my left another room that led to the kitchen. Upstairs was three bedrooms and a game room decked out with every video game I could think of and a few I’d never heard of, this place was fantastic, and when I found the bar I forgot all about the weird flashbacks and poured myself a drink. Looking around the place I found the closet in the master bed room filled with brand new clothes and shoes, all in my size. Walking around getting a feel for the house I kept looking for cameras, but I never found any, after an hour or so of looking through everything there was a knock at the door.
I didn’t say a word, as quietly as I could I made my way to the door just in time for whoever it was to knock again. Looking through the peephole I see a tall thin woman with medium length brown hair and glasses. “Who is it?!” I barked out still watching, she stepped back slightly surprised and smiled. “I’m Paula from the blue house, I saw you getting dropped off and thought I’d come say hello before the others show up.”
When I finally opened the door Paula smiled and held out her hand to shake, there was something odd about her and not in a cute quirky way either, something about the look in her eye was unsettling. Not trying to be rude, I shook her hand and invited her inside. She stepped through the doorway and paused looking around the house smiling to herself before speaking excitedly, “I knew it, all the houses are completely different. Looks like you got the best one, do you know anything about the job?”
Something about her made me laugh a little, “No, not really, I’m Calvin by the way.” She smiled still looking around until she spotted the bar, the smile vanished and she looked me straight in the eyes, “Can I please have a drink?” something about her sudden mood change felt genuine. “Sure help yourself.” Before I could finish talking she was headed for the bar. Picking through the bottles she raised up an untapped bottle of Makers mark and kissed it before peeling away the wax and pouring a cup. I watched her sniff the drink breathing it in for a second with her eyes closed before finally taking that first sip, “Holy shit, that’s so good. Oh my God I thought I’d have to go a whole year without it, thank you so much. I’ve been here a month now and no one has alcohol, if I were you I wouldn’t tell everyone about this, those guys will be here every day trying to leach off you until you run dry.” She smiled taking another sip, I hadn’t noticed till then that she was covered in tattoos from her neck to her knuckles and she was gorgeous.
“Uh look, Paula is it? Can you please tell me the hells going on here, what are we being paid to do exactly?” she took another sip then refilled her cup. Walking towards the door she paused and smiled at me again, “Live, not to be cryptic or anything but that’s what they want you to do as far as I can tell. Stay here for a year and they’ll pay you to do it. I’m not sure why, Fred from the black house says this is some sort of game, I’m not sure I believe that though. If you ask me I think it’s an experiment, who knows, who cares? In the end we all get a big fat check and its back to the real world.” Finishing of her drink she thanked me for it and left.
I spent the rest of the night smoking and playing video games until I fell asleep, when I woke up I could hear people talking and the sun was up. Getting up and going downstairs I could make out two voices coming from just outside the front door. A man and a woman were arguing back and forward about what they should have brought, shaking my head I didn’t bother asking who it was I just opened the door catching them both off guard. “Oh hello, I’m Christine and this is Glen were from the yellow house, you wouldn’t have happened to see our son Eli around here have you? He’s been snooping around this place since we got here and we didn’t want him surprising you.” I told them I hadn’t seen anyone except Paula and they both gave me an odd look then Glen leaned towards me and uttered under his breath, “People like her are dangerous, I’d watch it around her if I were you.” With that they walked away talking to one another. An hour later I stepped outside for some air and saw a big white van in the middle of the street, there was a speaker mounted to the top of it and almost as soon as I noticed it a voiced boomed out from it, “Today’s event will take place in 3 minutes, you must remain inside your homes for the next 72 hours, if you fail to do so you will be penalized, today’s event is worth 5 thousand dollars, good luck.” A timer started counting down over the speaker, I stood there watching the curtains being closed in every house, not knowing what was about to happen I rushed inside and watched through the window waiting to see what was about to happen. When the timer hit zero o was expecting some amazing spectacle but nothing happened at least not at first, eventually the air around me started to warm up, it was barely noticeable at first but after 45 minutes I was dripping sweat, after 2 hours I thought I might pass out it got so hot I could see heat waves in the air and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore there was a loud metallic clank and cold air came pouring through the vents.
This went on for the entire first day and by nightfall I was starting to regret doing this. The temperature finally stabilized at 70 degrees and stayed there for the rest of the night, around two in the morning I started to hear someone running through the house, I lay there in bed listening to whoever it was right up until I heard them racing up the stairs. I rolled out of bed and rushed into the hall and froze in place, there standing at the top of the stairs was that horrible thing I’d seen kill my parents, its sickly bulbous yellow eyes locked onto me as its mouth stretched open releasing a swarm of what I thought were fly’s at first till one of them landed on my arm and bit into me. It looked like a tiny person with wings and an oversized mouth, its skin or maybe scales, who knows, was a reflective greenish black and when I say those little fuckers pack a punch, the bite took a chunk of flesh the bastards were trying to eat me. I swatted one and then another and another but the hallway was filling up with them I turned and bolted back into my room slamming the door shut then jamming everything I could get my hands on in the cracks to keep them out, that worked for a few seconds then they started coming through the vents. Rushing to the restroom I closed myself inside and started filling the tub with water while I franticly searched for anything I could use to swat them away. I could hear them buzzing outside the door the sound was so loud there had to be thousands of them, spotting a straw on the floor I remembered an old cartoon and prayed it worked as I scooped it up and dove in the tub submerging myself completely under water and breathing through the straw.
The door burst open and those things blotted out the light, it was suddenly pitch black in there but the straw was working, after a few minutes they fluttered away and I sat up relieved. Gasping and wiping water out of my eyes I heard the worst sound I think I’ve ever heard in my life, a girlish giggle coming from the doorway. Slowly turning I saw her, that same horrible little wrinkled wretch of a creature grinning at me, her oversized mouth filled with protruding half rotted teeth. She lunged at me in the blink of an eye and I jolted back slamming the back of my head into the wall and slipping in the tub, the second I got my balance she was gone. I sat there with the back of my head stinging fully clothed sitting in a tub of water, no sign of the bugs or the girl. Once I had on some dry clothes and was sure the house was empty tried to get something to eat, in the hall leading to the stairs there’s a floor to ceiling mirror I hadn’t paid much attention to until I walked passed it.
I don’t know how to explain it but there was something wrong with my reflection, tiny differences, like the scar on my cheek wasn’t there and my hair seemed darker but I wrote it off and headed for the kitchen. I stood there looking through the fridge and came up with a sandwich and a cold beer then sat down to watch a movie, about half way through I started to hear a tapping sound coming from the window. As long as it wasn’t that girl I thought I could deal with it, I was so wrong. Yanking back the curtain revealed something I wish I could erase from my brain, what I can only describe as a shaved ape was pressing its greasy, splotchy pink naked body against the glass and that tapping sound I mentioned, let’s just say you don’t want to know.
Upon realizing it had been spotted, this horrendous looking freak let out a pig like squeal and detached itself from the glass leaving an ogre shaped wet spot behind. It stood there staring in at me, it didn’t seem to have a neck and its eyes were these big black orbs that were so far apart they were nearly on the sides of its head, its mouth if you could call it that was abnormally wide and drooped in the corners releasing a river of what I hoped was just spit. The rest of its body looked like it was made of chicken skin, it hobbled around making that pig noise for a few seconds before it shambled off vanishing into the woods.
“Jesus Christ, what was that, please tell me it wasn’t doing what I think it was doing.” I said out loud to myself shaking my head, I didn’t look out of a window for the rest of the night. The next morning rolled in and I couldn’t have been happier, walking down the stairs I was hit by a smell that instantly made me gag, the only thing I could compare it to was, a septic tank stuffed with road kill. The stench was so thick I swear I tasted it, looking around the house was clean, I searched for close to an hour and couldn’t find where it was coming from. The smell was so bad it killed my appetite so I just sat there on the couch covering my nose till it finally went away. There was no rule against opening a window for air but the second I did, I regretted it, an ear piercing alarm sounded and every light in the house started flashing until I closed it. I did my best to move on with my day watching movies and playing games occasionally cleaning up just to pass the time, then I caught something moving out of the corner of my eye. At first glance I thought it was a rat, I would catch glimpses of them from time to time throughout the day but never got a good look at one till I went to the restroom.
I was standing there doing my business when I heard bubbling coming from the toilet, glancing down I saw a pair of eyes looking up at me from the drain. I was midstream there was no stopping now so I didn’t, I almost laughed at it till it came flying out of the toilet chomping at a needless to say sensitive area. Now I don’t know about you guys, but having some weird toilet goblin attacking my junk wasn’t high on my list of life goals, I pissed all over the place trying to get back and when that thing landed on the floor in front of me I nearly lost it. The creature didn’t look anything like a rat, it was a lot closer to a deformed really hairy spider with the biggest fangs I’d ever seen in my life. It made this clicking sound that made my eyes water and it reeked of that foul stink that had flooded the house earlier in the day.
It moved incredibly fast, crossing the floor between us in seconds I did the only thing I could think of and kicked it as hard as I could sending it flying through the air and splattering against the wall. Before I could celebrate my small victory a searing pain surged through my foot. The same foot I kicked the thing with was now covered in tiny brown and black quills that were pulsing pumping some sort of toxin into me. “Holy shit!” I screamed as the pain intensified, without thinking I snatched out as many of the quills as I could only to have a few of them lodge themselves into my fingers and palm, it was an insane situation that was about to get a lot worse. The restroom walls started to ripple like waves across a pond as they shifted between a calming white to a neon green then melted away. I could feel the inside of my skull rubbing against my brain, my eyes felt itchy and dry while my tongue seemed to swell causing me to drool uncontrollably. I couldn’t feel my legs but I could feel myself walking or maybe floating through the house, an overwhelming wave of panic crashed into me when I saw the couch turn into Cerberus and come racing towards me all three heads snarling and snapping at the air as my legs carried me up the stairs. I could hear it coming but my body stopped in front of the mirror, I watched in complete terror as my own reflection tore itself apart devouring itself only to be regurgitated and repeat the process. I felt bile rush up the back of my throat and my stomach cramped as I heaved spewing a wiggling mass of snakelike creatures with human faces that cried out “We’re free!” as they splattered on the floor and quickly began to slither away.
I tried to scream but all that came out was a garbled mash up of words that made no sense, the intense growling got closer and vibrated through me, my body moved faster than I thought possible nearly giving me whiplash as it raced down the hall and into my room slamming the door closed behind me. I could see myself bracing against the door but it was almost as if I was outside of my own body watching this happen to someone else. The door quaked and the wall shook from the impact of the hellhound slamming into it, just as the wood splintered and exploded sending me flying across the room everything stopped. I was hanging in mid-air seconds from slamming into the wall, I could hear the ocean or at least that’s what I thought it was, shifting my attention to the wall I saw it rippling just like in the restroom only it wasn’t changing to a neon green. Instead it had a reflective surface and the instant I locked eyes with myself in it time went back to normal and I splashed through the wall winding up downstairs on the sofa in front of the T.V.
For a split second I thought it had all been in my head, right up until I saw one of those toilet spider goblin things watching me from the hallway. It scrambled away making that stupid irritating clicking sound as I tried to get up off the sofa. Now any sane person probably would have called it quits after all that but I had nothing to lose, without this job I was homeless. The lingering pain in my foot stuck around for most of the day, things didn’t pick back up until late in the afternoon. I was lighting a cigarette on the stove, when I saw something that shouldn’t be there, it was a door, I had been over every inch of the house and that door wasn’t there before that moment. I may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them, I didn’t care what was behind that door and I wasn’t going to find out, I got my smoke lit then turned off the burner and limped back to the living room and turned on the television. There were no news stations no local broadcasts from what I could tell there were only movie channels but while I was searching for something to veg out on I noticed an aux channel and decided to check it.
It was a live feed from the yellow house, I could clearly see Glen sitting at the kitchen table talking to a young boy who I figured had to be Eli. There was no sound but the conversation looked intense, Glen was banging his hand on the table and judging his movements I’d say he was probably yelling. The boy didn’t look as if he were paying attention to anything he was talking about and after a few minutes he threw up his hands and stormed out. Christine walked in a few seconds later and the camera switched to Eli who was in his room searching for something. After a quick search he pulled something from under the bed, his back was to the camera so I couldn’t get a look at what he was doing but he turned and looked directly into the camera and held up a white sheet of paper with “Help me” written on it. The feed switched again back to the kitchen but Christine and Glen weren’t there, the feed started switching between rooms literally looking for them until they were spotted in the main room. They were both kneeling in front of a man I hadn’t seen before, he was short and thin with a bald head for some reason I couldn’t see his face, everything else was clear and visible on the screen but when I tried to focus on him it almost looked like he didn’t have a face, just a blank surface with two black dots for eyes. He handed Christine a knife then motioned to Glen, she rose to her feet and stood there looking down at him, I almost couldn’t watch what happened next. Glen tilted his head back and she carved something into his forehead then when she was finished she handed the blade to him and he repeated the process on her. The screen flickered and the man was gone, they both flew into a rage and started wrecking the room, the camera switched back to Eli’s room, he’d barricaded himself in and was trying to get the window open. I watched him trying everything he could think of to shatter the glass but it wouldn’t break, in a matter of seconds his parents were banging on his door. It didn’t take long to force their way in, Christine was the first one in, she rushed him, Eli did everything he could to dodge her but when Glen got involved there was nothing he could do.
Glen pinned him to the ground while Christine stabbed him over and over, I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. I watched in total disbelief as they tore their only child apart and ate him, when they were done they stripped out of their clothes and had sex in his shredded remains. The feed stopped there, I didn’t know what to do, I paced around contemplating opting out then I remembered the phone in the kitchen. It was one of those old-school rotary phones but there was only one number on it 7. Picking it up and dialing I stood there waiting, it seemed to take forever but eventually someone responded.
“Hello Mr. Greer, how may we assist you?” for a second I didn’t know what to say, my mind went blank and when the voice called out again I snapped out of it. “Something just happened at the yellow house, you need to get someone over there right now!” there was a long pause and I could hear typing over the phone. After a second the voice spoke again, “We have noted your participation, thank you for reporting. Can we help you with anything else?”
“Help me with anything else, are you listening to me, I just watched those people kill their son! You need to send someone right now!” there was another long pause before the voice responded. “We are aware of the situation Mr. Greer, thank you for your concern, have a nice evening.” The line went dead and I was left with this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, hanging it up I walked to the bar and poured a drink. Nothing happened that night, well almost nothing, around midnight I could have sworn I saw my reflection watching me from the bathroom mirror. It was only for a split second but I know what I saw, the next morning was quiet I avoided the television and played video games all day hoping I could just make it through. No such luck, I heard a crash from downstairs dropping the controller I jolted to my feet and rushed to get a look. I moved slowly listening for any signs of someone in the house, when I got to the kitchen I found the mystery door open and the fridge had been raided. I grabbed the biggest knife I could find and started searching the house again but before I did that I shut that door and moved the table in front of it. I looked everywhere I could think of and came up empty, walking back up the stairs I heard another crash from the kitchen followed by a low grunting, I spun around in time to see that neck less, naked shaved ape, frog man looking fucker come charging out through the hall.
It stopped at the bottom of the stairs making that gut churning grunting sound while licking its lips and staring at me, the first thought through my mind was this thing was about to eat me, then it did something that let me know its plans were so much worse. It uh well, it started humping the air and grunting as its junk scraped the floor leaving a snail trail. I wanted to puke but I kept it down and got up the stairs as quickly as I could, the grunting turned to a high pitched squeal and it came thundering up after me, as I raced passed the mirror I felt a pair of hands grab me and literally snatch me off my feet. A freezing cold shockwave of pain rolled through my body and my tongue went numb, I couldn’t see for a moment but I had to get up that thing would be on me if I didn’t. Staggering and stumbling, I got to my feet just as my vision cleared, a loud thump from behind me made flinch and I turned to see that creature pressing itself against the glass.
“Where am I?” as I uttered those words they echoed and amplified till they were so loud it gave me a splitting headache, when the echo finally faded I realized I was still in the same house but everything was opposite, I’d gone through the mirror. It’s not as cool as it sounds, its actually pretty freaking horrible if you ask me, the mirror doesn’t reflect the whole house, so I was trapped in this small section of hallway with empty unending darkness to either side of me and I wasn’t alone. It started as whispers echoing in from somewhere out there in the pitch black, then it was a shadow that would pass through the hall at high speed knocking me down every single time. Then it showed itself, I half way expected to see a mirror version of myself and I honestly would’ve preferred that to what I saw, I don’t know if any of you are comic book fans but it looked a lot like the “Silver surfer” without a face, its body was constantly changing. One second it would be the size of a child the next an adult shifting between male and female the entire time, it didn’t speak as much as put words in my head it only said two words “Be Still” then it was gone, I can’t begin to tell you how long I was standing there but eventually the creature left and the mirror thing came back to throw me back through the reflection. When I hit the ground on the other side I didn’t waste a second thinking about it I rushed down to the kitchen, found a hammer and nails then made sure the mystery door would never open again.
When the 72 hours were finally over the kitchen phone rang and I was told I could leave the house now. The first thing I did was step out the front door and breathe as deeply as my lungs would allow. I couldn’t help but stare at the yellow house waiting for Christine and Glen to step outside, but they never did. After a few minutes I saw Paula headed towards me with a huge smile on her face, “Hey Cal how was your first event, anything good happen?” I didn’t know what to say, shaking my head and chuckling to myself I looked around the street, “Did you see what Christine and Glen did to Eli?” Paula stepped back and gave me an odd look, “No, how would I have seen that, what are you talking about?”
I told her all about what I’d seen on the aux channel and she didn’t believe me, I thought she would change her mind if I showed her the channel but I’d forgotten the feed went dead after so when I tried to show her it was just a static filled screen with aux in the top right corner. After that I didn’t want to tell her about everything else that happened, it would just make me look insane. She smiled at me and touched my shoulder, “Look Cal, I know the first few days here are kind of weird but you should really try to get some rest, staying up all night can’t be a good for you.” She gave me that smile one last time and headed out, I didn’t think about it until she’d left but how did she know I had been staying up all night? Had she known all along about the channel? Was she watching me? Paranoia is a hell of a thing, I spent the rest of the day looking for cameras, maybe I had missed them the first time around but after a thorough search I didn’t find a single thing.
There wasn’t another event for days, then on a Thursday morning the white van was back. The speaker crackled to life and the announcement was made, “For the next 168 hours you are to stay inside your homes this event begins in 5 minutes. This will be a group event, will the white and blue sectors please report to the green sector. The black and grey sectors are to report to the red sector and the yellow sector is in isolation. You now have 4 minutes, this event will be triple pay for the week phones will be disabled and there will be one food delivery mid-week good luck.”
As soon as the announcement was over there was a knock at the door, while I wasn’t looking forward to another event, I was more than happy to have people with me at least I wouldn’t have to go through it alone. Opening the door I saw Paula standing there with a tall guy that looked like a Duck dynasty reject, he smiled a big goofy smile and extended his hand. “The names Jack, looks like we’re gonna be roomies for a while, I claim the sofa.” I could see Paula rolling her eyes as Jack let go of my hand and found his way over to the sofa area, she smiled and gave me a hug, “Don’t mind him, he’s an idiot.” She whispered in my ear stepping passed me rushing upstairs to find a bedroom.
Jack called out to me as soon as the door slammed shut, “Hey green guy, where’s the toilet, I gotta take a mean one.” I looked over to see him at the bar pouring himself a scotch and looking around the room, when I told him where it was he took his drink and hurried off, a few seconds later Paula came back downstairs with a big smile on her face.
“Jesus Cal, who’d you have to screw to get this house, the blue sector’s a dump compared to this place.” As she walked passed me headed for the kitchen I couldn’t help but notice something was different about her, she wasn’t thin like before, somehow in a week she’d become curvaceous in all the right places making it hard to keep my eyes off her. Once she’d disappeared around the corner Jack’s voice startled me out of my gaze, “So, what’s the issue here Greenie, what’s wrong with this place?”
Turning to face him I spotted him back at the bar refilling his drink, before I could respond Paula stepped up behind me and whispered in my ear, “Have a drink with me.” Jack looked at the two of us then smirked and took a seat on the couch.
While the timer counted down the final seconds before the event, I watched her pouring our drinks, as she handed mine to me Jack stood up and raised his glass, “Here’s to you Greenie, shit’s about to get weird.”
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Previous posts: 4th Doctor part 2, which links to the others in turn.
Well it's been 10 months, meaning I greatly underestimated how long this would take. Maybe it's a consequence of the overwhelming amount of Big Finish that each Doctor comes with now, or maybe it's the massive ongoing global pandemic that sapped my motivation. Who's to say?
Regardless, to the delight of some and the dismay of most, I am back once again.
Continuity:
There's quite a few Annual stories that Eyespider has to do some wild mental gymnastics for, since they feature Adric, Nyssa, and Tegan. All of them are awful and not worth bothering to place, and the most positive note I have on any of them is a 2.5/10 and the comment "it almost gets the Doctor's characterization right" written beside.
There's also a running plot thread of the TARDIS knowing Time-Flight would happen, and doing everything in its power to prevent it. Which, after seeing the episode, yeah, I get it.
I didn't write down in my notes the first time it was mentioned, but I believe it was Iterations of I, where the TARDIS lands in the 80s, nowhere near Heathrow, and the Doctor calls explicit attention to the fact that it's almost like she doesn't want to land there in the 80s.
So all of season 19? Every EU story that starts with Tegan wailing "I thought you were taking me to Heathrow?" It's all because the TARDIS just really really did not want this world to see Time-Flight.
But, you know, Earthshock is fine. She doesn't want to avert that.
There's also Kamelion. Every writer accidentally agrees on Kamelion's fate, though differ on how he got there, creating some problems. Kamelion is built like crap. His design is inherently flawed and he gets taken over by anything that moves. He even once begins to turn into Tegan because she's so mad at him.
He cannot do a single thing right. In the end of every story, be it Big Finish's Kamelion trilogy, The Crystal Brucephalus, or the short trip One Perfect Twilight, Kamelion comes to the conclusion that he's a danger to the TARDIS crew, and should be sent to live in a sort of Zero Room in the TARDIS, where he can't be interfered with.
Of the three times it happens, one decides it's not a happy ending at all. Big Finish and Brucephalus both imply that he can at least know what's going on outside, so he's basically just watching Doctor Who in his room until Planet of Fire. And then the short trip implies it's basically a prison for him. So you get to take you pick on how much he's suffering in your canon, based off how much you hate him.
Oh, and Kamelion Empire makes him a war criminal for some reason. One who has a laser in his chest that makes a stock sound effect that I recognize from Danganronpa, meaning I couldn't take it seriously at all. Next time you watch any of season 21, just remember a really shittily build war criminal is in the TARDIS watching it too.
Other thoughts:
Right off the bat it feels like a direct evolution of season 19. Most eras feel like a pull in a new direction, which of course they are, but season 19 just hits different. It's a breath of fresh air after a full year of Tom Baker, and I think a big part of it is the companions. Giving 4 the season 19 cast just before his death was a stroke of (accidental?) genius. It's no longer just one companion who turns to the camera and says "oh my god guys this is so weird" and then goes "I am fine with it now actually" by the end of the first episode. It's an adjustment for them all, to varying degrees. I think it's the best take on regeneration of them all honestly.
Even though he's fully settled past the turbulent stage and memory loss, he still needs to actually find himself again. It's a period of adjustment, as opposed to "Colin Baker jumps off the floor, goes absolutely mental for 2 serials, and now knows himself again."
Despite this, 5 doesn't really have a character arc. Rather he just gets more and more stressed as the weight of worlds build on his shoulders. This is most apparent in season 21, where it was the theme of the season. "There should have been another way."
As brought up with season 18 last time, I very firmly believe that EU content should try to capture the era it's set in. Don't write a Pirate Planet in season 18, don't write a fun little murder mystery in season 21.
And then they do. Very frequently. We go from Frontios, the bleak edge of the universe where some of the last humans are slowly dying out, to Time in Office, a 4 part comedy romp where 5 has to actually perform his duties as Lord President.
Now, I love Time in Office, it's one of the best Man Range releases I've heard. But it shouldn't be in season 21. In a marathon like this, it breaks the atmosphere and the slight character arc of the Doctor being relentlessly beaten down by the universe because of unlucky circumstance. Of course, nobody is meant to experience the stories like I'm doing. I get that for 5, BF is limited in where they can place things. But it doesn't stop me from being disappointed.
"It stopped being fun, Doctor," loses its impact if you know that between TV episodes there were dozens of normal stories, some that just wrote Tegan out by saying "she just stayed in the TARDIS, it's not because we couldn't get Janet Fielding."
And not related to anything, but I want to talk about the lighting for season 21. My god, it is abysmal. Everything is overlit. The only story that escapes being lit by the sun placed 5 feet away from the stage is Caves of Androzani. Maybe because of being set underground and partially filmed on location, maybe because fate just decided this episode deserved everything going right, but either way it's better than anything around it. Even then, the lighting still rears its hellish head in the scenes of the military base or Morgus' room.
It leaves the whole season feeling flat. I can't look past it, it's a massive detriment to every story. They just did not want a single shadow in this season. [This is an underground scene].(https://i.imgur.com/cEp1hvs.jpg) This is an underground scene from a story that understands there's not a nuclear explosion just off camera.
Best Part of the Era Overall:
The companions, easily. Though not for the same reason as last time.
No, whereas the companions were the only redeeming quality of the Fourth Doctor's era, here they serve the very important purpose of having someone for a much quieter, more reserved Doctor to play off of. People often call Five the bland Doctor, a criticism which I wholeheartedly disagree with. He's trying to be nice, give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and save the day amicably. But by God he is three seconds away from losing his mind at all times. He is very stressed and if you don't stop bickering in the back seat he is going to turn this TARDIS around right now, kids.
Tegan is the best example. Their every interaction is taking years off his life, and with 5 he's at his best when stressed. Sure, he has disputes with Adric because who wouldn't get mad having to put up with him, and he isn't too big of a fan of Turlough at first, but they can't hold their own like Tegan. She's the only one who could match 5's underlying anger through confronting it with her own.
Without her, the TARDIS would be a very dull place. Sure Adric would be annoying occasionally because, well, he's Adric, but he would cower like the worm he is if push came to shove.
Nyssa is... well, she's there. TV doesn't know what to do with her, and Big Finish only do sometimes. Turns out what you can do is point and go "hey! Look at all this trauma over her people's genocide! Want the longest stretch of EU content so far with this character and not really overcoming that?"
The exception to this is scientific debates. Usually some new science or technology will happen/be in place where they land, and the Doctor will say "the ethical implications here make me nervous for when parts 3 and 4 happen and I'll have to turn to the camera and ask if I have the right" and Nyssa will say "no doctor. It is good actually. Can you not see the good this is doing for the majority who are not being tortured to make Torture Juice?" and then they'll argue. I do like it, it's definitely a new type of conflict, but it really needs more than repeating it every other story.
And speaking of companions: Peri, who is just... oh man. Peri.
Worst Parts of the Era Overall:
Yeah. Peri. You were probably expecting this.
Now, I don't hate Peri. I'm excited to see what the EU does to her with 6, because I think she has potential. I was never the biggest fan of her on TV, but I'm sure BF can salvage her.
But oh my God she did not need all of this. She literally has more stories than Adric. And then in Peri and the Piscon Paradox she gets mindwiped of all of them so Caves of Androzani can work.
And then they fuck that one up by not mindwiping the Doctor himself in that episode.
You know, the reason people complain about his fearless sacrifice to save someone he hardly knows being diminished by these 47 stories.
So yeah. People have their own takes on whether the 5/Peri gap is good or not, or whether it devalues Caves. And as the sort-of-technically most qualified person, I can say: haha oh my god no. No it's not. It is so bad.
I don't fully agree with saying it lessens 5's sacrifice in Caves. It's the closest a Classic Who episode gets to perfect, just edging out The War Games. There's no real theme to it that you could say is ruined by this EU content. You just can't say how cool it is that 5 sacrificed himself for an almost total stranger anymore.
But in trying to get that back, the EU fucks it up. They know these stories really don't need to exist and, it seems, the writers sometimes almost don't want them to. But you can't have it both ways. You can't write 3 years of Peri's life out of existence with a mindwipe, while still writing more and more in there.
Oh and they both completely forget about Erimem, but you know what? I'm not broken up about it.
Peri is though because holy shit is she gay for her. Like goddamn, they try so hard to say they're just good friends, and write everything short of a sex scene. Paraphrasing from every other PErimem audio:
ERIMEM: "Oh dear Peri, you appear to have walked in on my changing clothes."
PERI: "[comment about her body delivered so so so not-heterosexually.]"
This is what happens when you try and have a bunch of male authors write a "sisterly bond" (their words, frequently), while being as unashamedly horny as most Who authors are.
There's a scene in The Veiled Leopard where Peri and Erimem go to a party in the 60s, acting like a couple, and tell the guy out front that they're sisters, despite being different races and looking nothing alike. I could not possibly write a more "gay couple trying to act straight in the past" scene and I literally have, as an author of awful Doctor Who fanfic.
And then later that audio Peri is holding Erimem upside down into a trash chute, seeing up her dress, and makes a very heterosexual comment about her underwear.
Sisterly bond though guys, trust us.
Anyway then there's the time the writers go the complete opposite direction and make Peri just really really bigoted and call Erimem the N-word, which was almost unreadable. (Thanks, Blood and Hope.)
Then Erimem left for a shitty heterosexual "finding her true love" ending with a man she had no chemistry with in her final story.
Peri also doesn't remember her own age now because we just cannot help ourselves.
She's 19 in EU material near her introduction. She then has at least three timeskips that I can remember:
Warmonger features a one-year timeskip and is the least of its problems. The Kingmaker strands Peri and Erimem 2 years back from the Doctor, making them wait to catch up. And The Son of the Dragon also has a few stationary months waiting for Erimem to stop having another awful heterosexual romance out of spite for the Doctor.
The Erimem arc is really just her getting on the TARDIS, saying "Doctor I want to leave" "sorry, I was confused, I will stay one more trip" and that happening until she finds a mediocre white guy on Peladon and marries for political power, and this is supposed to be a good thing.
And speaking of companions we forgot, remember Amy and Zara? No?
I didn't remember until 3 drafts in either. They're just so bad. The one thing I will say about Amy: Ciara Janson does a perfect voice for her, and I really like it.
But the character herself deserves to be put on Adric's freighter. Not because she's awful, but because the entire Key2Time trilogy is just a dumpster fire.
There's no originality to it. "Hey remember that thing from 20 years ago? Did you like it? Did you? Cool. Buy this now."
Now, that is Big Finish's business model, but usually (okay, sometimes) they make those stories really work, despite not really needing to be a sequel to whatever.
This is just crap. We even pull the same twist that "yooooo the castle was the segment the entire time, isn't that wild? It's like when the planet was a segment, remember that?"
Zara is comical in the sense that her existence makes me laugh because haha what is she doing here? She's here to be evil. Cool. The Black and White guardians are here too though sooo-
Anyway, hope you're all excited for their return in the Main Range as "old friends!" Preorder now! Please forget the fact that it literally makes no sense to know them unless we're inserting a superfluous solo gap into the superfluous 5/Peri gap where he just leaves her frozen in time a while for no reason at all! It's fine!
I still have no idea what Graceless is and do not wish to learn. All I know is the thought that Key2Time got a spinoff is hilarious and you can't convince me it's canon because I'd have to listen to it.
Also, on companions: Thomas Brewster has the charisma of dog shit on my porch, and did not deserve a happy ending.
Best Novels:
Fear of the Dark:
The best Doctor Who novel, no competition. My only criticism is the ending feeling just a little rushed, but it's almost irrelevant. For once I can remember every side character, they're all distinct, everyone acts in understandable ways, there's no useless edgelord-ery, and I've read it twice. Once before this series and now again, and it held up both times. And I say that as someone who is filled with terror by the idea of rereading a Who book because they've conditioned her to fear them.
The Doctor and companions are perfectly written. 5 is at his absolute best here, it's easily the best depiction of him in any of the novels, and honestly better than some from TV. He's pushed to his breaking point, in a struggle to survive against an ancient evil older than time itself on a forgotten planetoid, cut off from any escape. Imagine how he acts in Caves, except he ends up getting out alive.
Everyone is dropping like flies and the deaths are actually compelling, even for the side characters. Did you like 5 in caves of Androzani? Did you like "SO YOU SEE, I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU STOP ME NOW!," the best line delivery in the entire franchise? Good. Get this. It's that but for an entire book. At one point 5 almost mercy-kills another character, and it's actually understandable and I wouldn't say it's even overly edgy. That's how good this book is. It makes the usual edgy "will he shoot? The man who never would?" believable, understandable, and have actual stakes.
If you're ever looking for a Doctor Who book recommendation, get this one. I can't imagine anything topping it from my list.
The Sands of Time:
Set directly after Fear of the Dark on Eyespider, it makes the unprecedented two-good-novels-in-a-row streak.
Now, it has its flaws. Nyssa is thrown into a coffin for almost the entire story, Tegan slips out of character sometimes, and the ending is bizarre even before the author writes 5 pages of alternate ending, then writes a page amounting to "but God did not like this ending, so he rewrote it." Maybe they accidentally didn't send out a final draft, who knows.
It's actually a very good mix of Moffat-like timey-wimey (ugh) and Chibnall "globetrotting" styles, with the story being spread across a dozen times and locations out of order. It's sort of a mystery book, except instead of being a murder it's "what is happening with Nyssa and how do we free her?" 5 is well characterized and once more is prepared to do whatever it takes, Tegan is a delight as ever, and all the side characters are actually pretty good.
It also manages to not just fanwank Black Orchid, City of Death, and Pyramids of Mars, but make them all play a role in the story. Though the ending does seem like cheap bullshit if you've not seen Black Orchid, but if you're reading PDAs you probably have.
Divided Loyalties:
Yeah. You heard me.
Now, I absolutely cannot recommend this book. It's fanwank to the highest degree. The dialogue rages from strained to abysmal.
In spite of that I like it. And usually I think it's laughable when people review things like that, saying "it's all bad but it's so fun to read" because it usually ends up being just weirdly defensive of an author they like slipping up and just pumping out some garbage. See: Warmonger (and oh we will).
So take my defense of this novel with a grain of salt. I'm not even going to lie and say it's well written, the go-to "I can't defend anything in this but I feel I have to."
The thing I like is the character interactions. The little slice of life in the TARDIS bit we get is just perfect, I can't really explain. Of course then it comes with bad dialogue and things like this, confirming Adric to be an Alzarian Neckbeard. It's definitely full of winks and nods to continuity because of course, it's a Gary Russel book. The TARDIS crew are all doubting their role after the Doctor's recent regeneration, and you get to see how they think of themselves. Adric's ego matches almost mine, but he's unaware of it. Most of the book for him is spent wondering why everyone picks on him which yeah, I'd buy that that's what's in Adric's head.
The plot is cool. It expands on the Great Old Ones and if you can't tell by the first two novels I mentioned, I am an absolute sucker for elder god/higher being stories.
I like the idea of the Doctor having fucked up something in his past, before leaving Gallifrey. I dislike everything about the Deca, a group of ten young Time Lords in the academy. Consisting of the Doctor, Koschei (the Master), Ushas (the Rani), Mortimus (the Monk), Drax, Vansell (some godawful Big Finish creation that didn't need this), That One Time Lord From Genesis of the Daleks, two characters exclusive to this novel, and Magnus, also known as the War Chief. (The War Chief is not the Master, in case you cared/were still confused.)
So yeah. I can't defend this. I like it. Don't ever read it.
Goth Opera:
The first PDA, and it... it certainly showed what was to come. It's needlessly edgy, dumb as all hell, and by all rights I shouldn't like anything about it.
And yet. I think I just appreciate the atmosphere and Buffy-ness of it. It was definitely entertaining for being (I have to say it, I'm sorry) batshit and having moments like this, where Nyssa fights a baby and then becomes a vampire and fills the rest of the book with hungry gay vampire lust.
Worst Novels:
(Content warning: basically everything from here out.)
Alright. First off the shilling.
My favorite segment is the novels, as shown in literally every post where they take up so much space. I realize that these posts are a lot, they're usually right up against the character limit. They take hours to read, and days to write. I realize maybe not everyone is so interested in the novels and me just ranting. Hell, I had to cut out my Blood and Hope, Ultimate Treasure, and King of Terror reviews entirely for this post. All of which would be as long as my Warmonger rant.
So I created a youtube account where I will be making a series of videos going more in depth about the books, probably reviewing some audios, and, more importantly, making some companion videos to this series.
Now, it doesn't have any videos on it at the moment. I'm currently moving between countries, and I have nowhere to actually record where it won't sound just awful. But I will be uploading soon, almost definitely by the end of the year, and if more of this is appealing to you it'd mean a lot if you subscribed and watched when that actually gets started.
Or alternatively just following me on Twitter, where I do livetweet threads of the awful books I have to read. I'm currently reading Synthespians™, which is notoriously stupid.
Warmonger:
Fuck this book. This brings out a hatred I have not felt since Combat Rock. It doesn't even have the decency to be hilariously incompetent in the edge, like Mick Lewis.
Here's my Twitter thread for it. I'm going to try to get it all together here, but due to the character limit I'm going to have to cut stuff out.
So this book is written by Terrance Dicks, the man who should have a better grasp on the Whoniverse than anyone else, having novelized most of it. A legend in the fandom, having written a lot of older fans childhoods. I get wanting to defend him.
Don't do that. There is no excuse for this book.
Every review on Pagefillers is "everything about this is awful. It's written poorly. But the pages fly by! I just can't hate anything uncle Terry makes. 9/10."
Just because someone you like wrote something doesn't give it value. This book fails on its own merits. At the very least, it's a showcase into the importance of editors, and people who will tell you no.
So the first thing that happens is a 40 page long "present day" sequence where Peri is a guerilla leader who doesn't care about her group of rebels, and offhandedly mentions one of them was raped and has PTSD. Which really just sets the tone here, doesn't it?
After getting captured by the bad guys, despite their group being apparently the only 6 people standing in their way, they then sentence them to execution in the morning, giving them 12 hours to escape.
They also care about committing war crimes for some reason. Then Peri and only Peri is saved by a military of Sontaran/Draconian/Ogron alliances, and brought to "the Supremo."
Surprise! It's the Doctor! Record scratch. Time to find out how we got here. Jump back one year.
It all started because a bird alien thing attacked Peri and the Doctor fought it off by voring it. Peri's arm is, like, really badly hurt. Just so messed up.
So messed up, in fact, that the Doctor doesn't know what to do. He's in the TARDIS but, as we're told many times, there's just nowhere in all of time or space he can take her to fix up a not-even-detached arm. Can't be done. Nowhere. Not even Gallifrey. There's only one man who can do it, and we're told it's an under 40% survival rate.
Not only can nobody in literally ever fix a lost limb, they can't even stop you from dying from blood loss. Now, call me stupid, but I'm pretty sure people on Earth have survived that.
The Doctor shows some touching concern for Peri, clearly behaving exactly as he did in Caves, the very next story after this.
The "one man in the universe" is Solon, who you may remember as "that one dude from Brain of Morbius" or "literally who?" His assistant Drago is here, with two hands, making this a prequel.
The story is set on Karn and oh boy. Apparently there's a building just off camera in Brain that used to be like, some sort of castle, but is now a hospital? I don't even know, it's stupid.
It's worth noting that the writing is just awful in every way, and this reads beat for beat like my own writing from last year. The editor must have died on the job and fell onto the "yeah start printing" button beside him.
Then the book just drags ass. The entire first 3rd is spent here, waiting for Peri to get better from a surgery I cannot believe would even be a problem in the future. I can't imagine thinking it was a logical plot point to include, it's so incredibly contrived.
Solon poisons Peri after she finds his lab, where he's decided to make some Frankenstiens, and then uses this as leverage to get the Doctor to go to the Sisterhood and beg for just a drop of elixir, madame.
The Sisterhood want to know if he's a high ranking Time Lord and he goes "haha no :)" because Dicks just straight-up forgot he wrote The 5 Doctors.
5 then just fucking namedrops being pals with Hitler out of nowhere, while having the gall to mention honour in the same paragraph.
Were you wondering what happened with Drago? Has that been a burning question on your mind since 1975?
Well first, get some professional help. Dicks explains that anyway. It's a lobotomy. Enjoy! Maybe Drago can even read this book now and give it a 9/10 on Goodreads.
Peri wants to interfere with Solon and stop his evil plan, but the Doctor just keeps shooting it down. "Peri we can't interfere. I can't tell you why. Just wait one more day and we can leave."
She asks him dozens of times, but he does not care. He doesn't explain that he literally knows the future and Solon gets what's coming to him and fails anyway, hurting nobody. Because if he did, that'd make the entire second half not happen. The whole plot hinges on him refusing to fanwank, in a PDA.
Suddenly, on the eve of a... diplomatic meeting... a mysterious Time Lord shows up! Holy shit! I'm at an utter loss as to who this could be in a prequel to The Brain of Morbius (1975). Is it the Master? The Rani? That One Time Lord From Genesis And Also *Divided Loyalties?
It's a good thing Peri was shopping (we do always B shopping) for clothes in this fucking hospital so that they now have something to wear to this event. Most of the hospital staff and patients are invited to this fancy dress intergalactic diplomacy mission because fuck it.
The Doctor then bugs the intergalactic meeting because he's curious who the Time Lord on Karn in the same time period as Solon is. You see, Time Lords can mindscan each other at first sight, but this guy is shielding his. Curious.
It makes the Doctor a real clown for falling for all of the Master's disguises but sure. Anyway, in the "peace" conference we find out holy shit! It's a lie! It's a plan to band together and take over the galaxy! And this Time Lord... is Morbius! I'm very confused because I thought it was the War Chief but I'll go along.
Peri refuses to believe the creepy man dressed in all black and who looks like he wants to kill everyone is evil, because she wants to have sex with him now. She refuses to believe the Doctor recounting word for word what they said about her in their secret meeting, and then goes back to Morbius. She gets kidnapped by him because no shit, Peri.
Peri contemplates killing herself, they taunt her with gang rape, she cuts off chunks of her skin to fake a disease and gets thrown into an escape pod and abandoned. What the actual fuck.
Meanwhile the Doctor goes to Gallifrey to tell them Morbius is doing bad things. He gets there in a spaceship, somehow bypassing the transduction barriers and everything established about Gallifrey. He needs to be disguised, because the Time Lords don't like him. Despite the last fucking plot point being that a Time Lord can always tell when another is hiding their identity.
So he wears a blackface drug because the future's priorities are weird I guess. Arm fixing? Nope, get fucked. Blackface drug? Let me hook you up.
He's so afraid of incurring the Lord President's wrath because the Time Lords hate him. You know, the Lord President? The position he was given in The Five Doctors, that Dicks wrote?
And then he just shits onto the page. He doesn't even give a fuck about continuity. This is Gallifrey in the past. When? Fuck you. It mentions being before Borusa tutored the Doctor, aka before he left Gallifrey. But then they all know who the Doctor is, and his stealing of a type 40. Then all his crimes are mentioned, how the Time Lords still want to put him on trial for interfering, etc. So it's like, between The Beginning and War Games, but with 50 conflicting history elements. Even if Galifrey ran concurrent to Karn, they sent the 4th Doctor there what can't be 20 years later. This would have to take place after Deadly Assassin at the very least, but it just doesn't. He just forgot Gallifrey was in anything other than War Games.
They get the Doctor to promise to lead their space military to chase down and destroy Morbius by granting him a pardon for all his crimes. You know, the one he wouldn't get if they were pre-War Games.
We begin recruiting every race you've ever heard of in Doctor Who to fight Morbius. The Draconians join, and we keep getting told how weird and foreign their vaguely-Asian culture is, and he literally always brings up their "slanted eyes."
We get the Sontarans by just... fuck knows. Promising a war?
The Ogrons show up and pledge themselves to the cause because fuck it. Whatever.
Then we get to the Cybermen, by appealing to their emotions of arrogance and paranoia. They have literally one character trait, and it's their lack of them. You fucked up the only thing about them.
Somehow Ice Warriors get involved off screen because just why not. You've heard of them. Like it. The story is good now.
We're caught up to present day, and then this shit happens. There is too much to unpack here. I think it sums up this book really well. "Peri, I would have sex with you, but that would be incest for some reason. HEY, REMEMBER THAT THING FROM TV 20 YEARS AGO?"
Anyway the final battle starts to happen, having herded Morbius back to Karn. It's utter tripe and it's just lasers firing at each other. Cool.
The Man Who Never Would picks up a gun and mows people down, this crap happens, whatever. I am so tired.
So we capture Morbius, the Time Lords want him executed, the Doctor has to keep time on track, zzzzzz. He lets Solon do his thing and steals his brain, then fakes the execution and leaves.
In the TARDIS he and Peri conclude that they'll literally just move past their PTSD saying "oh nah I didn't like that." Peri asks the Doctor to recount Brain of Morbius for her and he finally complies, ending the story there so you could go watch it.
All in all, I have to say Peri summarizes nicely. And, just like Combat Rock, he's kind enough to write this line that's so open to mockery it makes my job comically easy.
There's also a part where the troops just decide to start using fascist iconography and holding military parades and stuff to appease "Supremo." Because that's where fascism comes from. It's just when your soldiers want to hold military parades actually, you're just giving them what they want. That's definitely what happened in North Korea. Good job Terry.
The Doctor has to be nerfed and not realize the Brain of Morbius ever happened, and yet he spends every 4th page screaming about how cool it was.
Overall this book is on Combat Rock's level, the second worst I've ever read, surpassing even Rags. It doesn't even entertain me in its edge. It's a shittily written slog all the way through, filled with lame or incomprehensible plot points, edge, rape, and blackface drugs.
Best Audios:
Time in Office:
I touched on it earlier and am running low on space. It's easily one of the best and funniest main range entries, I've heard it 3 times. The only problem I have with it is it taking place after Frontios, and its explanation of Turlough "resting" in the TARDIS because they couldn't get Strickson, despite the story taking place over weeks. I guess he was really tired.
And You Will Obey Me:
The whole trilogy is great (I look forward to the time I understand what the fuck happens in The 2 Masters), and the Master manipulating his "children" for years is very entertaining. It has a nice creepy atmosphere, though the inclusion of the alien race is weird and doesn't really seem necessary. The ending is a little rushed, but Peter Davison is on top form here.
Devil in the Mist/Black Thursday/Power Game/The Kamelion Empire:
It's such a good trilogy. Kamelion gets to exist and, even though he's still pretty useless, it's nice to at least see him get some characterization. All of the stories are incredibly fun, especially Power Game. I'm a big fan of "Doctor Who but they're in a satire of game shows," and it doesn't disappoint. Also confirms Kamelion is a nonbinary icon. There's also a great part in Devil where the Doctor breaks his spine and has to come to terms with being paralyzed until his next regeneration, and it hits harder than a standard "he's really badly injured but doesn't want to worry anyone" plot. Mainly because it wouldn't end his life, but still impact it. It being the start of the trilogy is good too, because it gives at least a little bit of stakes to the whole thing. Sure, he'll get better by the end of the trilogy, but by this audio? Listen and see.
Spare Parts: It's better than Chimes of Midnight. I said it.
I love it. The horror is fantastic, and it being an audio only helps. Now they can't commit what I find the cardinal sin of the Cybermen: showing us. See: the Lone Cyberman. It's a family show, and you could never do the Cybermen justice on TV there.
Conversion is hell. You are mangled beyond recognition, jammed into a suit, and kept alive. You're not putting it on like a costume (fuck you, Timeless Children/Attack of the Cybermen) because it's not meant to fit a human inside it. Not before they've fucked you up so hard that even if taken out of the suit you'd be disfigured for life.
It's one way. That's what this story shows. It's left entirely up to you what it looks like. There's one line from a side character, seeing a Cyberman for the first time, that I think is perfect: "my daughter looks like roadkill."
This is the perfect genesis of the Cybermen, and possibly the best Big Finish audio ever.
Circular Time:
Okay, this is just because of Circular Time: Winter. I'm not too big a fan of Spring and Summer though.
Autumn is a Doctor Who story without outside conflict. It's pure, low stakes character drama, and it hits it out of the... park? I don't know a cricket analogy. It would be funnier if I did.
Oh and for some reason Nyssa has sex.
Winter is equally poignant, set in the dying moments of the 5th Doctor, and taking place entirely in his mind. It's a perfect sendoff for him, and watching concurrently with Caves made it all the better.
Warzone/Conversion:
Finally, another story that knows how to properly use the Cybermen. I don't want to spoil anything, the first part is a bit stupid but the second part is fantastic. It once again features the Doctor going full "NOT GOING TO LET YOU STOP ME NOW."
Worst Audios:
Key2Time, for reasons explained before.
The Axis of Insanity:
It's bog standard Doctor Who and the only interesting idea, a crossroads of all timelines, is almost irrelevant. The villain is the most grating I've ever heard. Peri and Erimem are incredibly generic when they're not out of character, and it beats you over the head with "witty" dialogue in every sentence.
Nekromantia:
You knew it'd be here.
My immediate reaction was shock. Not because it's the worst thing ever, but because it wasn't. I was told this audio would be hell, I would come out screaming in agony, etc.
It's not worse than the average PDA.
I'm not even joking, it has like 5 awful scenes, and is otherwise dull as hell. That's most books I read.
Now, that's not a defense of Nekromantia, more so a condemnation of the novels. If this script was so bad that Peter Davison got the writer fired and we all agree that's good (I do), why did most PDAs happen?
The Helliax Rift:
The most boring BF story in recent history. UNIT hating the Doctor is confusing and stupid, it takes ages to get anywhere, and the moral dilemma is hamfisted and dull. The only thing of interest is that a character's mother shagged an alien.
Dalek Soul:
Have you heard Natural History of Fear? Did you like that twist? I hate it. This is just that with Daleks.
Best Short Stories:
Artificial Intelligence:
Told through the point of view of an AI with the default personality of a teenage girl. Her knowledge increases exponentially, ascending beyond anything we could understand and yup, it's a higher being story. The Doctor's involvement is only in the last few pages, but I'm not even complaining. It's great.
Not So Much a Programme, More a Way of Life:
It's satire on Doctor Who fans. I agree, we're awful. 10/10.
Worst Short Stories:
Lackaday Express:
I don't even know. It's dreamscape trash. It's completely incomprehensible, and I mean completely.
White Man's Burden:
The Doctor annexes South Africa.
Dishonourable mentions: every Annual story.
Comics:
No best or worst here. I read them, they're just unrateable. They don't really feel like Doctor Who, they're in their own liminal space. They have good moments, decent storylines, and I like Stockbridge. But the Doctor still is yet to actually be in character.
Final Thoughts:
No Best or worst TV episodes this time either. I need room to fit the Warmonger rant, plus I like almost all of them.
So yeah. Now that Tom Baker is defeated, I have a will to live again. I'm hoping after my move I can get started on my Youtube thing, because I have 4 whole books I couldn't even get to because I wanted to talk abuot Warmonger. There's even a few audios and short trips I couldn't talk about. This post is at the edge of the character limit, making it the longest one yet.
I'm really looking forward to 6, and seeing if his character arc works across his whole life, or if, like season consistency in EU content, they just do more or less whatever.
As there's more and more content per-Doctor, I find it harder to summarize my thoughts in only one post and am having to rethink how I do this. Hence my branching out into videos and possibly even a shit blog, just to catalogue it all. At one point this post was 51k/40k characters long.
New ranking too: 5 > 12 > 8 > 6 > 7 > 2 > 11 > 1 > 3 > 9 > 13 > War > 10 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 4
And finally, the fun fact to end on: in addition to taking a blackface drug, 5 takes space-cocaine in an Annual story, after which he defeats a giant space-ship-eating monster with his bare hands.
See you either on Youtube or Twitter, or in another 6-10 months.
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Previous posts: 4th Doctor part 2, which links to the others in turn.
Well it's been 10 months, meaning I greatly underestimated how long this would take. Maybe it's a consequence of the overwhelming amount of Big Finish that each Doctor comes with now, or maybe it's the massive ongoing global pandemic that sapped my motivation. Who's to say?
Regardless, to the delight of some and the dismay of most, I am back once again.
Continuity:
There's quite a few Annual stories that Eyespider has to do some wild mental gymnastics for, since they feature Adric, Nyssa, and Tegan. All of them are awful and not worth bothering to place, and the most positive note I have on any of them is a 2.5/10 and the comment "it almost gets the Doctor's characterization right" written beside.
There's also a running plot thread of the TARDIS knowing Time-Flight would happen, and doing everything in its power to prevent it. Which, after seeing the episode, yeah, I get it.
I didn't write down in my notes the first time it was mentioned, but I believe it was Iterations of I, where the TARDIS lands in the 80s, nowhere near Heathrow, and the Doctor calls explicit attention to the fact that it's almost like she doesn't want to land there in the 80s.
So all of season 19? Every EU story that starts with Tegan wailing "I thought you were taking me to Heathrow?" It's all because the TARDIS just really really did not want this world to see Time-Flight.
But, you know, Earthshock is fine. She doesn't want to avert that.
There's also Kamelion. Every writer accidentally agrees on Kamelion's fate, though differ on how he got there, creating some problems. Kamelion is built like crap. His design is inherently flawed and he gets taken over by anything that moves. He even once begins to turn into Tegan because she's so mad at him.
He cannot do a single thing right. In the end of every story, be it Big Finish's Kamelion trilogy, The Crystal Brucephalus, or the short trip One Perfect Twilight, Kamelion comes to the conclusion that he's a danger to the TARDIS crew, and should be sent to live in a sort of Zero Room in the TARDIS, where he can't be interfered with.
Of the three times it happens, one decides it's not a happy ending at all. Big Finish and Brucephalus both imply that he can at least know what's going on outside, so he's basically just watching Doctor Who in his room until Planet of Fire. And then the short trip implies it's basically a prison for him. So you get to take you pick on how much he's suffering in your canon, based off how much you hate him.
Oh, and Kamelion Empire makes him a war criminal for some reason. One who has a laser in his chest that makes a stock sound effect that I recognize from Danganronpa, meaning I couldn't take it seriously at all. Next time you watch any of season 21, just remember a really shittily build war criminal is in the TARDIS watching it too.
Other thoughts:
Right off the bat it feels like a direct evolution of season 19. Most eras feel like a pull in a new direction, which of course they are, but season 19 just hits different. It's a breath of fresh air after a full year of Tom Baker, and I think a big part of it is the companions. Giving 4 the season 19 cast just before his death was a stroke of (accidental?) genius. It's no longer just one companion who turns to the camera and says "oh my god guys this is so weird" and then goes "I am fine with it now actually" by the end of the first episode. It's an adjustment for them all, to varying degrees. I think it's the best take on regeneration of them all honestly.
Even though he's fully settled past the turbulent stage and memory loss, he still needs to actually find himself again. It's a period of adjustment, as opposed to "Colin Baker jumps off the floor, goes absolutely mental for 2 serials, and now knows himself again."
Despite this, 5 doesn't really have a character arc. Rather he just gets more and more stressed as the weight of worlds build on his shoulders. This is most apparent in season 21, where it was the theme of the season. "There should have been another way."
As brought up with season 18 last time, I very firmly believe that EU content should try to capture the era it's set in. Don't write a Pirate Planet in season 18, don't write a fun little murder mystery in season 21.
And then they do. Very frequently. We go from Frontios, the bleak edge of the universe where some of the last humans are slowly dying out, to Time in Office, a 4 part comedy romp where 5 has to actually perform his duties as Lord President.
Now, I love Time in Office, it's one of the best Man Range releases I've heard. But it shouldn't be in season 21. In a marathon like this, it breaks the atmosphere and the slight character arc of the Doctor being relentlessly beaten down by the universe because of unlucky circumstance. Of course, nobody is meant to experience the stories like I'm doing. I get that for 5, BF is limited in where they can place things. But it doesn't stop me from being disappointed.
"It stopped being fun, Doctor," loses its impact if you know that between TV episodes there were dozens of normal stories, some that just wrote Tegan out by saying "she just stayed in the TARDIS, it's not because we couldn't get Janet Fielding."
And not related to anything, but I want to talk about the lighting for season 21. My god, it is abysmal. Everything is overlit. The only story that escapes being lit by the sun placed 5 feet away from the stage is Caves of Androzani. Maybe because of being set underground and partially filmed on location, maybe because fate just decided this episode deserved everything going right, but either way it's better than anything around it. Even then, the lighting still rears its hellish head in the scenes of the military base or Morgus' room.
It leaves the whole season feeling flat. I can't look past it, it's a massive detriment to every story. They just did not want a single shadow in this season. [This is an underground scene].(https://i.imgur.com/cEp1hvs.jpg) This is an underground scene from a story that understands there's not a nuclear explosion just off camera.
Best Part of the Era Overall:
The companions, easily. Though not for the same reason as last time.
No, whereas the companions were the only redeeming quality of the Fourth Doctor's era, here they serve the very important purpose of having someone for a much quieter, more reserved Doctor to play off of. People often call Five the bland Doctor, a criticism which I wholeheartedly disagree with. He's trying to be nice, give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and save the day amicably. But by God he is three seconds away from losing his mind at all times. He is very stressed and if you don't stop bickering in the back seat he is going to turn this TARDIS around right now, kids.
Tegan is the best example. Their every interaction is taking years off his life, and with 5 he's at his best when stressed. Sure, he has disputes with Adric because who wouldn't get mad having to put up with him, and he isn't too big of a fan of Turlough at first, but they can't hold their own like Tegan. She's the only one who could match 5's underlying anger through confronting it with her own.
Without her, the TARDIS would be a very dull place. Sure Adric would be annoying occasionally because, well, he's Adric, but he would cower like the worm he is if push came to shove.
Nyssa is... well, she's there. TV doesn't know what to do with her, and Big Finish only do sometimes. Turns out what you can do is point and go "hey! Look at all this trauma over her people's genocide! Want the longest stretch of EU content so far with this character and not really overcoming that?"
The exception to this is scientific debates. Usually some new science or technology will happen/be in place where they land, and the Doctor will say "the ethical implications here make me nervous for when parts 3 and 4 happen and I'll have to turn to the camera and ask if I have the right" and Nyssa will say "no doctor. It is good actually. Can you not see the good this is doing for the majority who are not being tortured to make Torture Juice?" and then they'll argue. I do like it, it's definitely a new type of conflict, but it really needs more than repeating it every other story.
And speaking of companions: Peri, who is just... oh man. Peri.
Worst Parts of the Era Overall:
Yeah. Peri. You were probably expecting this.
Now, I don't hate Peri. I'm excited to see what the EU does to her with 6, because I think she has potential. I was never the biggest fan of her on TV, but I'm sure BF can salvage her.
But oh my God she did not need all of this. She literally has more stories than Adric. And then in Peri and the Piscon Paradox she gets mindwiped of all of them so Caves of Androzani can work.
And then they fuck that one up by not mindwiping the Doctor himself in that episode.
You know, the reason people complain about his fearless sacrifice to save someone he hardly knows being diminished by these 47 stories.
So yeah. People have their own takes on whether the 5/Peri gap is good or not, or whether it devalues Caves. And as the sort-of-technically most qualified person, I can say: haha oh my god no. No it's not. It is so bad.
I don't fully agree with saying it lessens 5's sacrifice in Caves. It's the closest a Classic Who episode gets to perfect, just edging out The War Games. There's no real theme to it that you could say is ruined by this EU content. You just can't say how cool it is that 5 sacrificed himself for an almost total stranger anymore.
But in trying to get that back, the EU fucks it up. They know these stories really don't need to exist and, it seems, the writers sometimes almost don't want them to. But you can't have it both ways. You can't write 3 years of Peri's life out of existence with a mindwipe, while still writing more and more in there.
Oh and they both completely forget about Erimem, but you know what? I'm not broken up about it.
Peri is though because holy shit is she gay for her. Like goddamn, they try so hard to say they're just good friends, and write everything short of a sex scene. Paraphrasing from every other PErimem audio:
ERIMEM: "Oh dear Peri, you appear to have walked in on my changing clothes."
PERI: "[comment about her body delivered so so so not-heterosexually.]"
This is what happens when you try and have a bunch of male authors write a "sisterly bond" (their words, frequently), while being as unashamedly horny as most Who authors are.
There's a scene in The Veiled Leopard where Peri and Erimem go to a party in the 60s, acting like a couple, and tell the guy out front that they're sisters, despite being different races and looking nothing alike. I could not possibly write a more "gay couple trying to act straight in the past" scene and I literally have, as an author of awful Doctor Who fanfic.
And then later that audio Peri is holding Erimem upside down into a trash chute, seeing up her dress, and makes a very heterosexual comment about her underwear.
Sisterly bond though guys, trust us.
Anyway then there's the time the writers go the complete opposite direction and make Peri just really really bigoted and call Erimem the N-word, which was almost unreadable. (Thanks, Blood and Hope.)
Then Erimem left for a shitty heterosexual "finding her true love" ending with a man she had no chemistry with in her final story.
Peri also doesn't remember her own age now because we just cannot help ourselves.
She's 19 in EU material near her introduction. She then has at least three timeskips that I can remember:
Warmonger features a one-year timeskip and is the least of its problems. The Kingmaker strands Peri and Erimem 2 years back from the Doctor, making them wait to catch up. And The Son of the Dragon also has a few stationary months waiting for Erimem to stop having another awful heterosexual romance out of spite for the Doctor.
The Erimem arc is really just her getting on the TARDIS, saying "Doctor I want to leave" "sorry, I was confused, I will stay one more trip" and that happening until she finds a mediocre white guy on Peladon and marries for political power, and this is supposed to be a good thing.
And speaking of companions we forgot, remember Amy and Zara? No?
I didn't remember until 3 drafts in either. They're just so bad. The one thing I will say about Amy: Ciara Janson does a perfect voice for her, and I really like it.
But the character herself deserves to be put on Adric's freighter. Not because she's awful, but because the entire Key2Time trilogy is just a dumpster fire.
There's no originality to it. "Hey remember that thing from 20 years ago? Did you like it? Did you? Cool. Buy this now."
Now, that is Big Finish's business model, but usually (okay, sometimes) they make those stories really work, despite not really needing to be a sequel to whatever.
This is just crap. We even pull the same twist that "yooooo the castle was the segment the entire time, isn't that wild? It's like when the planet was a segment, remember that?"
Zara is comical in the sense that her existence makes me laugh because haha what is she doing here? She's here to be evil. Cool. The Black and White guardians are here too though sooo-
Anyway, hope you're all excited for their return in the Main Range as "old friends!" Preorder now! Please forget the fact that it literally makes no sense to know them unless we're inserting a superfluous solo gap into the superfluous 5/Peri gap where he just leaves her frozen in time a while for no reason at all! It's fine!
I still have no idea what Graceless is and do not wish to learn. All I know is the thought that Key2Time got a spinoff is hilarious and you can't convince me it's canon because I'd have to listen to it.
Also, on companions: Thomas Brewster has the charisma of dog shit on my porch, and did not deserve a happy ending.
Best Novels:
Fear of the Dark:
The best Doctor Who novel, no competition. My only criticism is the ending feeling just a little rushed, but it's almost irrelevant. For once I can remember every side character, they're all distinct, everyone acts in understandable ways, there's no useless edgelord-ery, and I've read it twice. Once before this series and now again, and it held up both times. And I say that as someone who is filled with terror by the idea of rereading a Who book because they've conditioned her to fear them.
The Doctor and companions are perfectly written. 5 is at his absolute best here, it's easily the best depiction of him in any of the novels, and honestly better than some from TV. He's pushed to his breaking point, in a struggle to survive against an ancient evil older than time itself on a forgotten planetoid, cut off from any escape. Imagine how he acts in Caves, except he ends up getting out alive.
Everyone is dropping like flies and the deaths are actually compelling, even for the side characters. Did you like 5 in caves of Androzani? Did you like "SO YOU SEE, I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU STOP ME NOW!," the best line delivery in the entire franchise? Good. Get this. It's that but for an entire book. At one point 5 almost mercy-kills another character, and it's actually understandable and I wouldn't say it's even overly edgy. That's how good this book is. It makes the usual edgy "will he shoot? The man who never would?" believable, understandable, and have actual stakes.
If you're ever looking for a Doctor Who book recommendation, get this one. I can't imagine anything topping it from my list.
The Sands of Time:
Set directly after Fear of the Dark on Eyespider, it makes the unprecedented two-good-novels-in-a-row streak.
Now, it has its flaws. Nyssa is thrown into a coffin for almost the entire story, Tegan slips out of character sometimes, and the ending is bizarre even before the author writes 5 pages of alternate ending, then writes a page amounting to "but God did not like this ending, so he rewrote it." Maybe they accidentally didn't send out a final draft, who knows.
It's actually a very good mix of Moffat-like timey-wimey (ugh) and Chibnall "globetrotting" styles, with the story being spread across a dozen times and locations out of order. It's sort of a mystery book, except instead of being a murder it's "what is happening with Nyssa and how do we free her?" 5 is well characterized and once more is prepared to do whatever it takes, Tegan is a delight as ever, and all the side characters are actually pretty good.
It also manages to not just fanwank Black Orchid, City of Death, and Pyramids of Mars, but make them all play a role in the story. Though the ending does seem like cheap bullshit if you've not seen Black Orchid, but if you're reading PDAs you probably have.
Divided Loyalties:
Yeah. You heard me.
Now, I absolutely cannot recommend this book. It's fanwank to the highest degree. The dialogue rages from strained to abysmal.
In spite of that I like it. And usually I think it's laughable when people review things like that, saying "it's all bad but it's so fun to read" because it usually ends up being just weirdly defensive of an author they like slipping up and just pumping out some garbage. See: Warmonger (and oh we will).
So take my defense of this novel with a grain of salt. I'm not even going to lie and say it's well written, the go-to "I can't defend anything in this but I feel I have to."
The thing I like is the character interactions. The little slice of life in the TARDIS bit we get is just perfect, I can't really explain. Of course then it comes with bad dialogue and things like this, confirming Adric to be an Alzarian Neckbeard. It's definitely full of winks and nods to continuity because of course, it's a Gary Russel book. The TARDIS crew are all doubting their role after the Doctor's recent regeneration, and you get to see how they think of themselves. Adric's ego matches almost mine, but he's unaware of it. Most of the book for him is spent wondering why everyone picks on him which yeah, I'd buy that that's what's in Adric's head.
The plot is cool. It expands on the Great Old Ones and if you can't tell by the first two novels I mentioned, I am an absolute sucker for elder god/higher being stories.
I like the idea of the Doctor having fucked up something in his past, before leaving Gallifrey. I dislike everything about the Deca, a group of ten young Time Lords in the academy. Consisting of the Doctor, Koschei (the Master), Ushas (the Rani), Mortimus (the Monk), Drax, Vansell (some godawful Big Finish creation that didn't need this), That One Time Lord From Genesis of the Daleks, two characters exclusive to this novel, and Magnus, also known as the War Chief. (The War Chief is not the Master, in case you cared/were still confused.)
So yeah. I can't defend this. I like it. Don't ever read it.
Goth Opera:
The first PDA, and it... it certainly showed what was to come. It's needlessly edgy, dumb as all hell, and by all rights I shouldn't like anything about it.
And yet. I think I just appreciate the atmosphere and Buffy-ness of it. It was definitely entertaining for being (I have to say it, I'm sorry) batshit and having moments like this, where Nyssa fights a baby and then becomes a vampire and fills the rest of the book with hungry gay vampire lust.
Worst Novels:
(Content warning: basically everything from here out.)
Alright. First off the shilling.
My favorite segment is the novels, as shown in literally every post where they take up so much space. I realize that these posts are a lot, they're usually right up against the character limit. They take hours to read, and days to write. I realize maybe not everyone is so interested in the novels and me just ranting. Hell, I had to cut out my Blood and Hope, Ultimate Treasure, and King of Terror reviews entirely for this post. All of which would be as long as my Warmonger rant.
So I created a youtube account where I will be making a series of videos going more in depth about the books, probably reviewing some audios, and, more importantly, making some companion videos to this series.
Now, it doesn't have any videos on it at the moment. I'm currently moving between countries, and I have nowhere to actually record where it won't sound just awful. But I will be uploading soon, almost definitely by the end of the year, and if more of this is appealing to you it'd mean a lot if you subscribed and watched when that actually gets started.
Or alternatively just following me on Twitter, where I do livetweet threads of the awful books I have to read. I'm currently reading Synthespians™, which is notoriously stupid.
Warmonger:
Fuck this book. This brings out a hatred I have not felt since Combat Rock. It doesn't even have the decency to be hilariously incompetent in the edge, like Mick Lewis.
Here's my Twitter thread for it. I'm going to try to get it all together here, but due to the character limit I'm going to have to cut stuff out.
So this book is written by Terrance Dicks, the man who should have a better grasp on the Whoniverse than anyone else, having novelized most of it. A legend in the fandom, having written a lot of older fans childhoods. I get wanting to defend him.
Don't do that. There is no excuse for this book.
Every review on Pagefillers is "everything about this is awful. It's written poorly. But the pages fly by! I just can't hate anything uncle Terry makes. 9/10."
Just because someone you like wrote something doesn't give it value. This book fails on its own merits. At the very least, it's a showcase into the importance of editors, and people who will tell you no.
So the first thing that happens is a 40 page long "present day" sequence where Peri is a guerilla leader who doesn't care about her group of rebels, and offhandedly mentions one of them was raped and has PTSD. Which really just sets the tone here, doesn't it?
After getting captured by the bad guys, despite their group being apparently the only 6 people standing in their way, they then sentence them to execution in the morning, giving them 12 hours to escape.
They also care about committing war crimes for some reason. Then Peri and only Peri is saved by a military of Sontaran/Draconian/Ogron alliances, and brought to "the Supremo."
Surprise! It's the Doctor! Record scratch. Time to find out how we got here. Jump back one year.
It all started because a bird alien thing attacked Peri and the Doctor fought it off by voring it. Peri's arm is, like, really badly hurt. Just so messed up.
So messed up, in fact, that the Doctor doesn't know what to do. He's in the TARDIS but, as we're told many times, there's just nowhere in all of time or space he can take her to fix up a not-even-detached arm. Can't be done. Nowhere. Not even Gallifrey. There's only one man who can do it, and we're told it's an under 40% survival rate.
Not only can nobody in literally ever fix a lost limb, they can't even stop you from dying from blood loss. Now, call me stupid, but I'm pretty sure people on Earth have survived that.
The Doctor shows some touching concern for Peri, clearly behaving exactly as he did in Caves, the very next story after this.
The "one man in the universe" is Solon, who you may remember as "that one dude from Brain of Morbius" or "literally who?" His assistant Drago is here, with two hands, making this a prequel.
The story is set on Karn and oh boy. Apparently there's a building just off camera in Brain that used to be like, some sort of castle, but is now a hospital? I don't even know, it's stupid.
It's worth noting that the writing is just awful in every way, and this reads beat for beat like my own writing from last year. The editor must have died on the job and fell onto the "yeah start printing" button beside him.
Then the book just drags ass. The entire first 3rd is spent here, waiting for Peri to get better from a surgery I cannot believe would even be a problem in the future. I can't imagine thinking it was a logical plot point to include, it's so incredibly contrived.
Solon poisons Peri after she finds his lab, where he's decided to make some Frankenstiens, and then uses this as leverage to get the Doctor to go to the Sisterhood and beg for just a drop of elixir, madame.
The Sisterhood want to know if he's a high ranking Time Lord and he goes "haha no :)" because Dicks just straight-up forgot he wrote The 5 Doctors.
5 then just fucking namedrops being pals with Hitler out of nowhere, while having the gall to mention honour in the same paragraph.
Were you wondering what happened with Drago? Has that been a burning question on your mind since 1975?
Well first, get some professional help. Dicks explains that anyway. It's a lobotomy. Enjoy! Maybe Drago can even read this book now and give it a 9/10 on Goodreads.
Peri wants to interfere with Solon and stop his evil plan, but the Doctor just keeps shooting it down. "Peri we can't interfere. I can't tell you why. Just wait one more day and we can leave."
She asks him dozens of times, but he does not care. He doesn't explain that he literally knows the future and Solon gets what's coming to him and fails anyway, hurting nobody. Because if he did, that'd make the entire second half not happen. The whole plot hinges on him refusing to fanwank, in a PDA.
Suddenly, on the eve of a... diplomatic meeting... a mysterious Time Lord shows up! Holy shit! I'm at an utter loss as to who this could be in a prequel to The Brain of Morbius (1975). Is it the Master? The Rani? That One Time Lord From Genesis And Also *Divided Loyalties?
It's a good thing Peri was shopping (we do always B shopping) for clothes in this fucking hospital so that they now have something to wear to this event. Most of the hospital staff and patients are invited to this fancy dress intergalactic diplomacy mission because fuck it.
The Doctor then bugs the intergalactic meeting because he's curious who the Time Lord on Karn in the same time period as Solon is. You see, Time Lords can mindscan each other at first sight, but this guy is shielding his. Curious.
It makes the Doctor a real clown for falling for all of the Master's disguises but sure. Anyway, in the "peace" conference we find out holy shit! It's a lie! It's a plan to band together and take over the galaxy! And this Time Lord... is Morbius! I'm very confused because I thought it was the War Chief but I'll go along.
Peri refuses to believe the creepy man dressed in all black and who looks like he wants to kill everyone is evil, because she wants to have sex with him now. She refuses to believe the Doctor recounting word for word what they said about her in their secret meeting, and then goes back to Morbius. She gets kidnapped by him because no shit, Peri.
Peri contemplates killing herself, they taunt her with gang rape, she cuts off chunks of her skin to fake a disease and gets thrown into an escape pod and abandoned. What the actual fuck.
Meanwhile the Doctor goes to Gallifrey to tell them Morbius is doing bad things. He gets there in a spaceship, somehow bypassing the transduction barriers and everything established about Gallifrey. He needs to be disguised, because the Time Lords don't like him. Despite the last fucking plot point being that a Time Lord can always tell when another is hiding their identity.
So he wears a blackface drug because the future's priorities are weird I guess. Arm fixing? Nope, get fucked. Blackface drug? Let me hook you up.
He's so afraid of incurring the Lord President's wrath because the Time Lords hate him. You know, the Lord President? The position he was given in The Five Doctors, that Dicks wrote?
And then he just shits onto the page. He doesn't even give a fuck about continuity. This is Gallifrey in the past. When? Fuck you. It mentions being before Borusa tutored the Doctor, aka before he left Gallifrey. But then they all know who the Doctor is, and his stealing of a type 40. Then all his crimes are mentioned, how the Time Lords still want to put him on trial for interfering, etc. So it's like, between The Beginning and War Games, but with 50 conflicting history elements. Even if Galifrey ran concurrent to Karn, they sent the 4th Doctor there what can't be 20 years later. This would have to take place after Deadly Assassin at the very least, but it just doesn't. He just forgot Gallifrey was in anything other than War Games.
They get the Doctor to promise to lead their space military to chase down and destroy Morbius by granting him a pardon for all his crimes. You know, the one he wouldn't get if they were pre-War Games.
We begin recruiting every race you've ever heard of in Doctor Who to fight Morbius. The Draconians join, and we keep getting told how weird and foreign their vaguely-Asian culture is, and he literally always brings up their "slanted eyes."
We get the Sontarans by just... fuck knows. Promising a war?
The Ogrons show up and pledge themselves to the cause because fuck it. Whatever.
Then we get to the Cybermen, by appealing to their emotions of arrogance and paranoia. They have literally one character trait, and it's their lack of them. You fucked up the only thing about them.
Somehow Ice Warriors get involved off screen because just why not. You've heard of them. Like it. The story is good now.
We're caught up to present day, and then this shit happens. There is too much to unpack here. I think it sums up this book really well. "Peri, I would have sex with you, but that would be incest for some reason. HEY, REMEMBER THAT THING FROM TV 20 YEARS AGO?"
Anyway the final battle starts to happen, having herded Morbius back to Karn. It's utter tripe and it's just lasers firing at each other. Cool.
The Man Who Never Would picks up a gun and mows people down, this crap happens, whatever. I am so tired.
So we capture Morbius, the Time Lords want him executed, the Doctor has to keep time on track, zzzzzz. He lets Solon do his thing and steals his brain, then fakes the execution and leaves.
In the TARDIS he and Peri conclude that they'll literally just move past their PTSD saying "oh nah I didn't like that." Peri asks the Doctor to recount Brain of Morbius for her and he finally complies, ending the story there so you could go watch it.
All in all, I have to say Peri summarizes nicely. And, just like Combat Rock, he's kind enough to write this line that's so open to mockery it makes my job comically easy.
There's also a part where the troops just decide to start using fascist iconography and holding military parades and stuff to appease "Supremo." Because that's where fascism comes from. It's just when your soldiers want to hold military parades actually, you're just giving them what they want. That's definitely what happened in North Korea. Good job Terry.
The Doctor has to be nerfed and not realize the Brain of Morbius ever happened, and yet he spends every 4th page screaming about how cool it was.
Overall this book is on Combat Rock's level, the second worst I've ever read, surpassing even Rags. It doesn't even entertain me in its edge. It's a shittily written slog all the way through, filled with lame or incomprehensible plot points, edge, rape, and blackface drugs.
Best Audios:
Time in Office:
I touched on it earlier and am running low on space. It's easily one of the best and funniest main range entries, I've heard it 3 times. The only problem I have with it is it taking place after Frontios, and its explanation of Turlough "resting" in the TARDIS because they couldn't get Strickson, despite the story taking place over weeks. I guess he was really tired.
And You Will Obey Me:
The whole trilogy is great (I look forward to the time I understand what the fuck happens in The 2 Masters), and the Master manipulating his "children" for years is very entertaining. It has a nice creepy atmosphere, though the inclusion of the alien race is weird and doesn't really seem necessary. The ending is a little rushed, but Peter Davison is on top form here.
Devil in the Mist/Black Thursday/Power Game/The Kamelion Empire:
It's such a good trilogy. Kamelion gets to exist and, even though he's still pretty useless, it's nice to at least see him get some characterization. All of the stories are incredibly fun, especially Power Game. I'm a big fan of "Doctor Who but they're in a satire of game shows," and it doesn't disappoint. Also confirms Kamelion is a nonbinary icon. There's also a great part in Devil where the Doctor breaks his spine and has to come to terms with being paralyzed until his next regeneration, and it hits harder than a standard "he's really badly injured but doesn't want to worry anyone" plot. Mainly because it wouldn't end his life, but still impact it. It being the start of the trilogy is good too, because it gives at least a little bit of stakes to the whole thing. Sure, he'll get better by the end of the trilogy, but by this audio? Listen and see.
Spare Parts: It's better than Chimes of Midnight. I said it.
I love it. The horror is fantastic, and it being an audio only helps. Now they can't commit what I find the cardinal sin of the Cybermen: showing us. See: the Lone Cyberman. It's a family show, and you could never do the Cybermen justice on TV there.
Conversion is hell. You are mangled beyond recognition, jammed into a suit, and kept alive. You're not putting it on like a costume (fuck you, Timeless Children/Attack of the Cybermen) because it's not meant to fit a human inside it. Not before they've fucked you up so hard that even if taken out of the suit you'd be disfigured for life.
It's one way. That's what this story shows. It's left entirely up to you what it looks like. There's one line from a side character, seeing a Cyberman for the first time, that I think is perfect: "my daughter looks like roadkill."
This is the perfect genesis of the Cybermen, and possibly the best Big Finish audio ever.
Circular Time:
Okay, this is just because of Circular Time: Winter. I'm not too big a fan of Spring and Summer though.
Autumn is a Doctor Who story without outside conflict. It's pure, low stakes character drama, and it hits it out of the... park? I don't know a cricket analogy. It would be funnier if I did.
Oh and for some reason Nyssa has sex.
Winter is equally poignant, set in the dying moments of the 5th Doctor, and taking place entirely in his mind. It's a perfect sendoff for him, and watching concurrently with Caves made it all the better.
Warzone/Conversion:
Finally, another story that knows how to properly use the Cybermen. I don't want to spoil anything, the first part is a bit stupid but the second part is fantastic. It once again features the Doctor going full "NOT GOING TO LET YOU STOP ME NOW."
Worst Audios:
Key2Time, for reasons explained before.
The Axis of Insanity:
It's bog standard Doctor Who and the only interesting idea, a crossroads of all timelines, is almost irrelevant. The villain is the most grating I've ever heard. Peri and Erimem are incredibly generic when they're not out of character, and it beats you over the head with "witty" dialogue in every sentence.
Nekromantia:
You knew it'd be here.
My immediate reaction was shock. Not because it's the worst thing ever, but because it wasn't. I was told this audio would be hell, I would come out screaming in agony, etc.
It's not worse than the average PDA.
I'm not even joking, it has like 5 awful scenes, and is otherwise dull as hell. That's most books I read.
Now, that's not a defense of Nekromantia, more so a condemnation of the novels. If this script was so bad that Peter Davison got the writer fired and we all agree that's good (I do), why did most PDAs happen?
The Helliax Rift:
The most boring BF story in recent history. UNIT hating the Doctor is confusing and stupid, it takes ages to get anywhere, and the moral dilemma is hamfisted and dull. The only thing of interest is that a character's mother shagged an alien.
Dalek Soul:
Have you heard Natural History of Fear? Did you like that twist? I hate it. This is just that with Daleks.
Best Short Stories:
Artificial Intelligence:
Told through the point of view of an AI with the default personality of a teenage girl. Her knowledge increases exponentially, ascending beyond anything we could understand and yup, it's a higher being story. The Doctor's involvement is only in the last few pages, but I'm not even complaining. It's great.
Not So Much a Programme, More a Way of Life:
It's satire on Doctor Who fans. I agree, we're awful. 10/10.
Worst Short Stories:
Lackaday Express:
I don't even know. It's dreamscape trash. It's completely incomprehensible, and I mean completely.
White Man's Burden:
The Doctor annexes South Africa.
Dishonourable mentions: every Annual story.
Comics:
No best or worst here. I read them, they're just unrateable. They don't really feel like Doctor Who, they're in their own liminal space. They have good moments, decent storylines, and I like Stockbridge. But the Doctor still is yet to actually be in character.
Final Thoughts:
No Best or worst TV episodes this time either. I need room to fit the Warmonger rant, plus I like almost all of them.
So yeah. Now that Tom Baker is defeated, I have a will to live again. I'm hoping after my move I can get started on my Youtube thing, because I have 4 whole books I couldn't even get to because I wanted to talk abuot Warmonger. There's even a few audios and short trips I couldn't talk about. This post is at the edge of the character limit, making it the longest one yet.
I'm really looking forward to 6, and seeing if his character arc works across his whole life, or if, like season consistency in EU content, they just do more or less whatever.
As there's more and more content per-Doctor, I find it harder to summarize my thoughts in only one post and am having to rethink how I do this. Hence my branching out into videos and possibly even a shit blog, just to catalogue it all. At one point this post was 51k/40k characters long.
New ranking too: 5 > 12 > 8 > 6 > 7 > 2 > 11 > 1 > 3 > 9 > 13 > War > 10 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 4
And finally, the fun fact to end on: in addition to taking a blackface drug, 5 takes space-cocaine in an Annual story, after which he defeats a giant space-ship-eating monster with his bare hands.
See you either on Youtube or Twitter, or in another 6-10 months.
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2020.11.09 18:24 Pristine-Engine4388 I AM UNEARTHING A BURIED TALE OF MURDER, CORRUPTION AND HEROICS (STORY 1 PART 1)

Every year, people go missing, never to be seen alive again.
One minute there and the next they are gone.
To make matters worse. Every year a handful of those cases never yield any real explanation or culprit to blame for why this person vanished from the face of the earth.
But what if there was... and it was and is still being covered up?
Over the next few months, I will be attempting to expose a near 14 year cover up of murder, personal heroics and police corruption.
The ‘higher ups’ of the country would rather the efforts of these people be buried along with the murkiest of murky secrets. Institutionalised corruption of mid to high-ranking police officers in state departments located in the south-west region of the united states.
Around 14 years ago, a clandestine group of violent criminals was formed and over the course of 6 years they set up a network human trafficking, murder for hire, violent extortion, kidnapping and torture sites.
They operated for years, killing over 700 people. Including children, families and anyone who dared to try thwart their operation.
You may have already seen a brave young girl post her own account on this site detailing her traumatic encounter with this certain group people resulting in the horrible demise of her friend.
The Link to her story is here... Olivia Matthews Story
The outspokenness of it inspired me to help tell the other stories out there, that need to be told but can’t be.
It looked bleak for the future and safety of people in the united states but if not for the efforts of a determined FBI Agent who wouldn’t let his gut feeling go to waste, a Cybercrime expert who went to the darkest places on the dark web, an eyewitness who was betrayed by the police but still managed to submit a statement before it was too and one brave undercover officer who lived ate and slept among these group of psychotic monsters in order to bring them down.
The group itself, named ‘The Swarm’, still has members at large even to this day but they do not have the power and influence they did in the late 2000s. Now, the remaining members retreated to the Mexican border where they reportedly pose as Coyotes to traffic refugees for cash. However, a lot of intelligence from that area say the gang are bitches for the Cartel. Protection runs, hired muscle etc.
The evidence, that each of the individual statements and efforts of the 4 people mentioned, has been suppressed for years as it reveals the reason the gang were able to stay at large for so long was the assistance of corrupt police officers so as high as commissioner status.
The white house submitted a motion to have the findings of the investigation stricken from public record to avoid the U.S. citizens losing faith in their local police departments. Unfortunately, this means the brave sacrifices of the aforementioned 4 get swept under the rug with the rest of it. I refuse to let this happen. Why would I do that? You may ask.
Over my years on this planet, I haven’t been the most successful person. All my school reports would describe me as an awkward student that ‘didn’t play well with others’ as well as the usual ‘good work but could do better’. I was an underachiever. Last pick in gym, first pick for the bullies. My parents threw thousands at therapists and tutors.
My father would look me up and down at meal times with a genuine confusion about the creation in front of him, wondering if I was even his son. A hard-working engineer who for 54 years came home in sweat and oil for the better part of 80 hours a week. Only for him to come home and find his lump of a son glued to his pc, not a football. My mother was a kind woman who gave me chance after chance during my phase of trying to ignite my life, whilst blocking out my father's frustrated tyranny against me, with class a stimulants and narcotics. She would rebel against my father, claiming that I was trying to be better and I would prove him wrong soon. I never did. I was a disappointment to both my parents in entirely different ways. Either way, they are both at peace now. A joining grave plot next to the old chapel located on the country roads of our rural Virginian town. Fittingly Its where they started married life in 1975. Paying for two twin marble headstones with a white limestone gravel bedding was the least I could do for my parents. I pay a team of florists to replenish the gravesites on a monthly basis.
They were good people. My father worked his hands to the bone to make sure we were fed, clothed and didn’t get rained on while we slept.
My mother always tried to see the best in me. She encouraged the gifts and interests I did have and maybe I wouldn’t be sat here about to tell the story I am had she not have nurtured and persevered.
Father and I ended on better terms. When, the cancer started to eat away at his brain, Ironically, he became less angry, less disappointed. By this point I believe he, and my mother, had accepted me for who I was. My mother passed one year after my dad from a stroke.
You might be wondering what on earth my family has to do with this. Nothing really. But this brief anecdote symbolises my motivation for doing what I'm about to do. People give their lives each and every day for people to help make the world a better, safer place. My parents did that.
They spent years arguing, at each other's throats, over my behaviour and how my life was turning out. On the brink of divorce, they could have split and gone their own ways but they didn’t. They stuck around and gave me stability.
Their heroics would may seem small in the grand scheme of the events described above but I honestly think that I would have been swinging from a rope or bleeding out in a bathtub had I not had the parents that I was blessed with. I never told them that. Ill regret that for the rest of my life.
That is their story. I am going to tell four more.
As I wasn’t a soccer player or a handyman, I become more and more immersed in the world of computer programming. By 17 I could break down the backdoor of any company's web directory to access their personal files.
Over the past 10 years, I’ve made a morally questionable living off my skills. Setting up phishing programmes, virus blackmails, Identity fraud etc. I used this money to support my parents with their medical bills as the end came near.
Over the years, I have made a lot of enemies as you can imagine but I’ve made just as many allies too and now we as a group are looking to break open this conspiracy so the American public can appreciate the efforts of 4 heroic men who sacrificed their careers, sanity, lives and family to bring down the most violent criminal enterprise since the Manson family. We are using are skills and contacts to hack our way into the FBI Evidence Archives.
Over the course of the next few weeks, I will look to publicise the detailed Log of Joe Clayton, FBI Undercover and Sensitive Operations Unit. He integrated himself in the depths of The Swarm to obtain evidence of high-level links between the organisation and corrupt police officers.
The detailed statement of Liam Brooks, the eye witness to a triple execution who was betrayed by the local police. He is being missing for 12 years with no trace but his logged evidence was submitted before his disappearance. This helped the FBI strengthen their case establishing the gang's relationship with local law enforcement.
The diary of a cyber-crime expert, Dave Peterson. A self-employed contractor utilised by the FBI to help search for high profile missing persons on the deep web. The Swarm made a lot of money by torturing and murdering captives on encrypted online sites in return for Bitcoin.
As the case in each story, The Swarm do not take trying to derail their operation lightly and there were consequences for each person. Their deaths will not go uncelebrated. I need to gather a few extra information before I can publish the three evidential stories.
So, Let's start with Agent William ‘Bill’ Johnsons story.
Using my skills with a tor browser and my ability to construct a pretty badass Botnet. I was able to recover files on previous investigations, internal depositions and criminal interview tapes, to construct the following version of events.
In 2006, there were a large string of disappearances in the southwest region of the united states. A cross state epidemic of unsolved violent crime across Florida, Virginia, Georgia and Louisiana.
People of all ages, mainly women and young girls, would go missing from their local areas. Some would be last seen making their way home from a place of work, only to have their cars found abandoned at the side of the road by a dog walker on a stroll the following morning.
More often than not though, the subject would be deemed missing after the family of the victim would start to become concerned after they failed to attend work for a shift or an important appointment.
A deputy from the local sheriff department would be called out to complete a welfare check. They would always find the door kicked in with obvious signs of a struggle. This would be followed by weeks of appealing and searching before all of a sudden, the body would turn up in some horrific mutilated state. Dumped in some river or marshland, usually in an entirely different State to the kidnapping. Sometimes they even found bodies in Mexico. Authorities were baffled.
As the murders crossed state lines, The FBI took over the case. The bodies would have several different lacerations, burns and punctures. All bodies showed signs of sexual trauma in some degree, there were no exceptions to this factor however autopsies always revealed a different cause of death. The FBI had profilers working day and night trying to build up a specification of the UNSUB for law enforcements and the general public to look for, as they believed it was the work of a serial killer partnership. It was rare, but it did happen.
The BSU at Quantico even sent a team out to Texas to interview Elmer Wayne Henley.
A convicted serial killer and sex offender who, under the wing and guidance of Dean Corll aka The Candyman, raped and murdered around 28 young boys.
The behavioural scientists spent over 49 hours over the course of 2 months picking the brain of such sexual sadists trying to build an idea of the sort of person who would commit these types of offences.
Much like Clarice Starling picked the brain of Doctor Lector to help understand Buffalo Bill in the classic 1991 Oscar winning film, The Silence of the Lambs.
It was fruitless though, something was missing.
Until one day, a victim that was retrieved mutilated and still had their skin still present. Sometimes, they weren’t and apparently there were a lot of seasoned pathologists who couldn’t stomach the autopsy. The victim was found with all limbs intact but had shown a harrowing degree of sexual assault. The cause of death was a deep laceration to the trachea. Victim died of Asphyxiation.
The turning point of the investigation was a burn mark on the upper thigh and buttocks. A brand.
It was lacking in detail but with the help of the correct equipment it was clear. It was a butterfly. The symbol looked like a carrot shape with obscenely big ears for wings and then surrounded by a circle outline.
The image had been tattooed on to the victim, using an iron stencil, heated up to 270c. This had been pressed into the subjects steaming and blistering flesh causing a permeant scar matching the stencil. The BSU claimed it was because the killers now wanted to ‘own and possess’ their victims.
On March 2007, an Agent going by the name of Bill Johnson disputed the dual serial killer theory. He was heavily disputed and despite the damage it did to his credibility, he persevered. He went back through the archives of evidence, asked for bodies to be re-examined and upset a lot of families by asking for graves to be dug up so he could look for signs of burn marks on the bodies. He theorised that the murders were in fact being committed not by a man or a pair, but by a gang. He strongly believed that this was the work of a growing network of traffickers and that the girls and kids being taken were to be sold and traded off. This explained the consistency of sexual abuse in all the victims. The branding was also another tell-tale sign of sex traffickers. Those types of gangs refer to their women as ‘Livestock’ hence the brand. Also, it was rare that serial killers murdered such a wide range of ages, genders, races and sizes.
However, the one snag on his theory were the causes of death. They were a hard sell. The level of brutality wasn’t consistent with most trafficking gangs.
However, Agent Johnson had a gut feeling these weren’t your standard pimps.
Going back through the archives he found a case back in March 2006, around the time the cases believed to be linked to this gang, there was an incident where two young boys were out playing on their bikes.
Around 2.34pm they went missing. Bikes left on the roadside at the scene. The family were a wealthy couple.
The father was a CEO of a chain of Distribution centres in Atlanta. Mother a successful Psychotherapist.
They offered 100,000 USD for any information leading to the return of their two boys.
2 weeks passed with no sign. Local Police main suspect was a former business associate of the father, as their professional relationship took a sour turn a few months back, but that would soon be ruled out.
On the morning of the 15th day missing, the couple opened their mail box to find a parcel inside.
The contents of the parcel were every parents' worse nightmare.
Inside they found one toe and one finger from each of the boys. There was also a Memory stick.
On the stick, they found a video file around 14 seconds long. The video was apparently very disturbing displaying the two boys sat on a grubby old couch in what looked like a basement or storage unit.
They bound and gagged with wild pleading eyes being embraced by a man wearing a creepy rabbit mask.
Two other men were in the video who appeared to also be wearing masks. Their heads weren’t shown in the videos view but they both held tools.
One held a pair of bolt cutters over the wrist of the child on the left, whilst the other held a drill close the other kids eyeball, revving the drill whilst the kid's eyes bulged at the deadly power tool in profound terror.
It was hard to know which of them spoke due to the masks being worn but the voice instructed the family to pay 1 million dollars for the quick and painless death of the children. Failure to pay would result in another package every day.
The couple gave the police a week to try track down the kids but after the mother had to open the 6th parcel, she begged her husband to pay the money.
They did and the bodies were found 3 days later in a wooded area close to the family home. Both boys were killed by an opiate and tranquillizer overdose. The father was advised to identify the bodies alone.
Agent Johnson continued to try make the pieces fit and as he syphoned through the evidence, he found a lead. On the video the man holding the bolt cutters extends his arms to place the metal clamp around the child's arm. In doing so, his shirt sleeve retracts, revealing a tattoo on the wrist in the shape of circled butterfly.
The two cases were connected. He knew it but he just needed to corroborate it.
He was one man pushing the trafficking angle against a whole department who were looking for a pair of sadistic rapists. His credibility was shot, career faltering and he was cut off from the rest of the department.
There was only one guy who stuck by him in this period of time and that was his long-time partner Agent Danny Rodriguez. The two had worked together since Rodriguez had joined the bureau from Albuquerque PD from the Homicide department.
He was the only one who believed Bill could be right. He respected Johnsons opinions and decided the fact he was ruining his career for this one hunch meant he was certain on it.
The pair began to become the laughing stocks of Quantico. The two men had questioned a pair of highly distinguished agent’s profile of the killer and the cliquey nature of the Bureau meant they were completely and utterly alienated.
They were given the cold assignments for their trouble and for 4 months they worked long hours going over witness statements from 10 years ago, going back through hours of archived evidence and travelling over 2500 miles a week, living on nothing but Starbucks and Red Bull.
But as Irony and fate would have it, this is where the plot twist came. In August 2005, A young boy by the name of Kyle Taylor, aged 5 years old, went missing whilst on a family vacation to visit relatives in Atlanta. It was a particularly ghastly crime.
The boy had wandered away from the group of adults at a local shopping market at around 1.34pm in the afternoon. An eye-witness statement had said that they saw a man dressed in dark clothing with jet black hair had being leading the boy around the corner of the left side of the building. The witness noted the man was putting on a pair of gloves as they walked round the corner. They noted this as odd due to the weather in Atlanta that day as hitting the mid 90s that day. They didn’t think anything of it at the time until a few days later when the body of Kyle Taylor was found on the local railway track. The level of physical and sexual abuse inflicted on Kyle made this one of the most high-profile cases in the state of Georgia. An autopsy revealed he had been killed after he was run over by a train. Prior to his death, Kyle had been severely beaten with what the coroner deduced to be a blunt object with corners, most likely a brick or cinder block, to the point his skull had multiple fractures. He had severe tears and splinters detected inside his body from what was likely a tree branch or long wooden object forced up inside him. The autopsy revealed he had 7 fingers broken and had paint thrown into his face before his death.
After what was likely over 3 hours of trauma and agony, he was left for dead in, what I hope, an unconscious state on the tracks where he was eventually hit by a locomotive cutting his body in half.
The details of the case were released to the public and the locals were furious wanting justice for the obviously devastated parents. Knowing the pain and suffering the Taylor boy went through when just a few hours earlier he was being passed a freshly scooped ice cream by his doting mother whilst he sat on his daddy's shoulders.
There were a few harsh minded folks who blamed the parents for leaving their child and allowing him to be taken by such a sadistic individual. This made the trauma the pair were going through that much worse. Despite TV appeals, News coverage, and the Atlanta Police Department interviewing every registered sex offender in the area, there were no solid leads.
They had DNA evidence but no matches in the system. Eventually the case became cold and was forgotten as the city of Atlanta moved on from this horrific crime.
Johnson and Rodriguez were brought in by the APD in march 2007, after appeals from the Parents to help finally solve the case and find Justice for their little Kyle.
They came in and re-examined the profile that was done by the local police department. They had been looking for a man who knew the boy hence Kyle left with him so easily. The police spent most of the time with their prime suspect tag on Kyles uncle. He was apparently sick on the day of the murder and didn’t attend the Lenox Square Market on that day. Johnson and Rodriguez went over the statements of Kyles uncle and they didn’t think he fit the profile of the killer.
They deduced the police were under pressure to find a guilty party by how outraged the public had become. Ultimately, this meant the police had blinkers on when looking for the perp. The two feds knocked up a second profile of the killer.
Likely a local, having known the area well enough to know where he could take Kyle without being seen and where he could do what he needed to without being disturbed.
They decided he was likely watching the family rather than being opportunistic due to how well he snuck him out the shopping centre without being noticed by too many people.
They decided the check security CCTV from areas around the relative's home, looking for a man matching the description of the witness statement sculking around scouting the family's movements that day.
This is where the huge break in both cases came. A hardware store security cam caught a large man and a small boy matching the UNSUBs and Kyles description.
The significance is the store is in the total opposite direction of the route they took according to the witness statement.
The police originally decided the UNSUB had taken Kyle east, the quickest way to the rail road tracks but when there was nothing on CCTV, they assumed he’d bundled him into a car.
A search of Kyles uncle car yielded Kyles DNA which he plausibly had claimed was from a trip to ‘The Georgia Dome’ two days prior to his disappearance.
The rest of the family corroborated his version of events but as far as the police and public was concerned, it was just fuel to the fire.
Johnson and Rodriquez re-interviewed Kyles parents. They informed them that during the trip to the Georgia Dome two days earlier Kyle had wandered off a few times. He’d not gone far and was re-called as soon as they realised. He was apparently a bit of a monkey like that.
The Agents now had a better timeline of what actually happened.
The UNSUB had been watching Kyle. Not just for the day of the murder but extremely likely on the trip to the Dome two days earlier. He didn’t take Kyle on that day though.
He waited for the trip the market and took him on a dummy route before doubling back on the actual route with no traffic cameras.
The Agents took the descriptions of the UNSUB from the eye witness accounts and went back through CCTV cameras in the Area of the Georgia Dome.
They found around 11 men who matched the descriptions and biometrics of the UNSUB.
However, only one of them was once registered as living near the scene of the murder in the past 2 years thus having an extensive knowledge of the area and knowing how to avoid CCTV detection. Here was the final piece though, that one person once worked at the railway depot.
His name was Damian Ramsey.
They spoke to his former foreman down at the railway depot. The depot was scrapped as a place to unload freight in 2006 due to a track drainage issue that didn’t seem financially beneficial to rectify and the depot was moved to Hannover, West Virginia. The foreman recounted that Ramsey was never liked by his colleagues and he saw why. He was always late, usually came in high, was suspected of stealing money from co-workers and to be frank, never really seemed completely genuine.
Johnson had his man. He fit the description from the eye-witness statements, he was in the area on both occasions where the family ventured out on trips, he had knowledge of the area and knowledge of the murder scene and that it would be abandoned with no one to disturb him and he also seemed to tick a lot of boxes on what criminal profilers call the Psychopathy checklist.
They tracked him down on May 19th 2007 and brought him in for questioning.
The transcript from their interview is on the next part.
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2020.11.04 06:40 teetz1989 Sex videos caught on camera

So I (31 F) am a mother of 5 (4 bio and one stepdaughter who has ODD) I have temporary legal custody of my stepdaughter(14) and she needs to be supervised with both bio parents due to issues with cps. Her cps involvement was supposed to end last month and I get permanent custody but 3 days before court her mom decided to join back in the case after dropping out and dropping 400 pages on the prosecutor’s. My husband (36) gained full custody in 2010 when SD was 4 after a long horrible custody battle full of backstabbing and SD’s mom (34) making multiple attempts to ruin our lives. I have been this child’s main caretaker all these years with no help whatsoever from either bio parent. My husband is too selfish and lazy to care for himself let alone a child so I potty trained her (at 4 years old), took her to and from school, took her to the dr, counseling, helped her with her schoolwork, was responsible for all of her hygiene, financial, emotional, mental, and physical needs. I literally paid my own money for everything this child ever owned the entire time living in my home. I am married to her dad and live with him and even though he works now he didn’t for several years and I paid for everything, Her mother was given weekend visitations but started getting her less and less to the point of not even seeing her child for a year without even a phone call and was never ordered to pay child support. The only involvement her mother has had was to lie to cps and scheme to try and take custody but was so blatant with all of her attempts she always failed until 2018 after coaching and bribing SD- but more on that later.
SD came to live with me the same week my oldest child was born. So I went from no kids to 2 kids at the same time. SD has always had extreme behavioral, rage, and violence issues to the point that she is totally out of control. Even though I was the only person who took care of her I was never allowed to discipline her and even physically threatened my her mother and my mother in law the couple of times I tried even scolding her or saying no, and my husband would call me a bad mom and tell me SD’S life sob story about how she Dosent have a mom any time I ever tried to tell her that her behavior was inappropriate.
SD has a history of violence towards me, other children in public (at school/ parks/ play lands), and my other young children/ her brother and sisters (they all have the same dad). She kicked me in the stomach during 3 of my pregnancies and after the second time that happened I sent her to her room to get her away from me I was so mad- so then she proceeded to scream out the window for help and I’ve never been so mad in my life as when she did that as she’s never even been spanked once in her life. I have had to call the police on her more than once. My other children (9,6,3, and 8 months) are all terrified of her and she is not welcome at my parents home due to her behavio rage and her stealing. She’s not allowed in a few stores bc she’s been caught stealing, and I am at the point where I’m about to put cameras in all common areas of my home and my bedroom bc she constantly steals anything and everything- it Dosent matter what it is, she even stole my vibrator which is disgusting. I can’t keep cash or it walks off and I can’t keep any alcohol in my home at all because she will take it. I have found empty alcohol bottles and cans in her room, marijuana pipes, I even caught her smoking cat nip. She broke her bedroom tv by throwing the remote at it and now I’m a horrible person bc she Dosent have a tv. She refused to go to school and would call home sick every day with every symptom of covid every day until I broke down and put her in online schooling but she has only logged on 3 hours total since the school year started and it’s now November. She lies and screams and tells me the school and the letters and reports from them are lies and will just yell over me until I give up trying. I would literally have to do her schoolwork for her myself for any of it to be done which I will not do. I have had meetings with the school, given them her medical records with her mental health diagnoses, taken her for testing, and filled out school history and behavioral packets for the school to try and work with them to help her. We do family counseling and she sees a psychiatrist. Her family dr dropped her for drug seeking behavior- asking for Ativan, kolonopin, and adderall by name and asking him how to get Med marijuana.
She’s court ordered not to have a phone/computesocial media because one day I took her phone as punishment and went through it and found out that over the weekend when she was supposed to be staying with her grandma she talked her grandma into letting her stay with a female friend her age but grandma didn’t check into anything and it turns out the friend was an 18 year old guy who’s conversations between them involved the sex they had, him pressuring her to do anal, videos of what they did and pictures. He even mentioned that it was hot that he was 18 having sex with a 14 year old. When I found this I called cps on my way to the sheriffs Dept and gave them the phone (brand new iPhone I had just bought her that she didn’t even have for 3 weeks) but I go through her room weekly and keep finding phones and other things she’s not supposed to have along with all my kitchen knives... and the knife thing terrifies me bc I’ve been afraid of her trying to murder me in my sleep since she was 7.
One day recently I took all my kids to the gas station to buy them each a drink and a candy bar all the other kids listened but SD picked out over 8 items and I told her I couldn’t afford to do that as she was trying to pick out more items. I still bought her a whole bag of things but on the drive home she spit in my face, called me the c word, threw the bag of stuff I just bought her out the window and then called me a junkie- her excuse was that I embarrassed her by saying I couldn’t afford to buy a bunch of bs but I believe she was just mad I didn’t just buy her everything she wanted.
The real kicker here is she caused me to lose custody of my other kids by lying saying her dad abused her so she could go live with her mom bc her mom promised her $3000 and to buy her anything she wants and let her do as she pleases with no more rules. Her mom had coached her to tell cps that her dad hit and choked her and so they came and took all my kids. SD went with her mom and my bios all went with my mom. SDs mom gave her up to the state after 5 months bc she couldn’t handle her, then she went to my mil who couldn’t handle her and then spent almost a year in foster care. Then one day cps calls and asks me if I would take her 2 days after the call bc no foster parents wanted he the state didn’t want to pay the $4000 a month the one that had her demanded to keep her. So I have her the child who was allegedly abused which I know is bs bc her dad never even punished her ever or even told her no but I am still fighting to get my own kids back and have been given an impossible case plan to get them back. I have 3 or 4 appointments a day along with all of SD’s extra care which never ends (won’t even flush the toilet) and my youngest has dwarfism and has all kinds of specialist appts and physical therapy. Between all my appointments and trying to spend time with my kids I have no life at all and I am killing myself to get my kids back which I have unsupervised all day everyday with them and next week will get over nights with the baby then have to file for 50/50 custody with my mom after I get the baby back officially in December but my husband has to be supervised with all of the children even SD who lives in the home and SD is court ordered that she is not to be alone in a room with any of her siblings alone bc they are afraid she will hurt them. It’s almost as if they gave me an impossible case plan to make me give up (one of the main reasons I still don’t have my kids is bc when the kids were removed we lost Medicaid and one of the things we had to do was counseling but my husband couldn’t bc he couldn’t afford it without insurance- now he’s been going to most of his appts he still no calls no shows a lot and he’s just supposed to do 3 things for his case plan: the counseling, family counseling with SD which I have only done with her, and a parenting class half an hour every week which he misses most of the time bc he makes the appts but then won’t get out of bed for them, which I understand he works a lot and is tired but those actions just keep reenforcing to me and the court how low his kids are on his list of priorities)
I do have love for this child, I raised her almost her whole life and want her to have a good life. I have been tying so hard to be a good person and taking on the responsibility of SD. I’m working so hard doing everything I can to help her and get her help end try to show her a path to a successful life but she won’t do anything she needs to do and does everything she’s not supposed to do. She says bad things happen so she might as well do whatever she wants and then deal with the consequences later. She only cares about herself (more than what is normal for teens) to such an extent that she would kill someone if she thought it would get her a new pair of jordans or something else petty.
She caused me to lose custody of my own flesh and blood children and is constantly putting all my hard work to get them back at risk. The only reason I have her and not my own children is because nobody can handle her not even the most seasoned foster parents and they do not want her in their home. I feel like she is a huge risk and a liability to myself and my own kids.
Am I wrong for considering telling the state that I can’t handle he dropping custody, letting the state figure out what to do with her and putting my own bio children first. Instead of letting down my young children who don’t understand because of some sense of duty to a 14 year old who knows better but Dosent care who she hurts or who’s life she ruins as long as she gets what she wants. My husband is mad at me right now for feeling the way I do about not being able to handle his daughter and wanting to put my own babies first, but I don’t feel like he should even have a right to be upset when he never had anything to do with the child to begin with on top of the fact that now she’s saying she hates her dad (and me especially) and wants to live with her mom who ruined my life just to get custody for 5 months and then tell her she didn’t want her and never wanted to see her again. (She only wanted custody for child support and child tax credits- but hasn’t paid a dime in support in the very short amount of time she’s been ordered to pay)
I feel like a bad person for feeling this way but I feel like my babies need me more than a lying manipulative violent and out of control brat who does not want to live with me because I have rules, won’t put up with bs, allow her to have sex and do drugs, and won’t just hand her everything she wants like hundreds of dollars every week. I’m just lost and desperate with a broken heart but am being told how bad of a person I am for feeling the way I do even though I’ve been selfless my entire 10 years of marriage draining myself and taking care of an entire family of selfish people
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2020.11.03 17:26 arcademole On camera sex caught videos

Hello fellow Librandus! aap sabhi ko librandotsav ki badhiyan!
While reading the content, at least the first half, remember I'm a dude.
The Incident Summer 2013. We were visiting my mother’s maiden home; a little town called bihar sharif. My mother was growing increasingly concerned about the gift that puberty had brought for me that year, acne. After consulting some people she gave me the address of a homeopathic doctor whom I should visit for a simple check up, just to make sure there weren’t any problems. He was my Maternal grandfather’s cousin.
He was quite an old man, probably in his early-mid 60s. From the anecdotes I have heard about him over the years I could surmise that he struggled throughout and it was at the later end of his life that he achieved a proper foothold and admirable social status. Infact, at this stage of his life he had become quite a well respected member of his society and his views were held in high regard in matters of importance, often meddling in local politics. But of course the fact that his success was sluggish meant that there was another hurdle he wasn’t able to cross, he was still unmarried and by judging from the conservative household he was from, possibly inexperienced in matters of sexual conduct.
He had instructed my mother to send me at an hour when he would not be entertaining patients so that wouldn’t have to wait. It was late in the evening, probably 7 to 8. As I approached the door of his clinic I noticed that it was closed and was quite confused as to what I should do when he approached me,
“arcademole?” he asked.
“Yes.” i replied
“Come to my house, i will conduct your check up there.”
He then led me to an alley beside the clinic where his house was located. I should probably state at this point that this wasn’t the first time he had seen me. Apparently, as he repeatedly stated throughout the evening, he had seen me one at my aunt’s wedding the year before but I did not remember him at all.
We went into the house and he had me sit on a sofa in his living room. He lived with a few people, his siblings to be precise, but they were absent that evening. He goes onto open a case full of homeopathic tinctures and then begins to inspect the acne on my face.
He says something akin to, “there seems to be a lot of heat in your body.” and he asked me to stand up following which he stands up as well and hugs me in a very uncomfortable manner, as if to ensure that every possible surface area of my body makes contact with his.
He proceeds to slip his hand into my pants and starts to feel my genitals all while saying that this is a check up for acne. All I could say was “OK”. I was frozen just at the prospect of such a thing happening. He then leads me to his incredibly cramped bedroom and asks me to reveal my buttocks and lays me prone on his bed which I obediently agreed to do, unable to say no to any of this.
He says “You must have seen it in movies how doctors sometimes take temperature from behind, I’m just doing that so stay calm.” I anticipated what was coming next and I was scared at that prospect and quickly bolted up, buckled my pants and rushed to leave. As I was leaving he again hugged me in the same uncomfortable manner and said to visit him next week at the same time.
The walk home is a blank. I don’t remember a single thing about the 1.5 km stretch. I told my mother that he said it would heal on its own and did not give me any medicine.
I was in that town for the next two weeks and he visited us a disproportionate number of times in the next few weeks but never directly spoke to me and after we left the town. I never saw him again.
I have thought about this incident a number of times. I remember being scared of him every time I saw him after the incident, I remember being scared to correct my parents when they spoke highly of him. Even today, except for a few people in india (or maybe thesouthasia i don't remember which one it was), nobody knows that the incident happened
The Condition For the purpose of this essay I am going to refer to anybody below 18 as a child.
The World Health Organization (WHO) defines Child Sexual Abuse (CSA) as “the involvement of a child in sexual activity that he or she does not fully comprehend, is unable to give informed consent to, or for which the child is not developmentally prepared and cannot give consent, or that violates the laws or social taboos of society…”1
I have noticed an uptick in journalism about rape, eg. I also remember watching a video about how young girls are assaulted to get hired as labour and last year I saw an NSFL video where an old man was caught on camera with a girl barely 5 maybe even younger. I was unable to find these videos but the first one must be on twoxindia.
What concerns me is the generalization. How are the 14 year olds are equally as womanly as a 25 or 30 year old and how are they responsible for their assault? Leave aside the fact about consenting to be a prey to sexual predation, how can a child ever know about the problems with sexual assault in a society that actively suppresses sex education. We give immaturity less credit than it deserves, I’m 20 and I believe that I’m immature, a person might just need to at least be 25 to qualify to be accepted as a mature decision maker simply because of how much one’s beliefs change during this period.
So with that in mind I went digging deeper:

Conclusion Admittedly I do not have a variable number of sources but that might speak to my inability to do proper research or about how neglected this subject matter really is. CSA often leads to psychological problems and since the perpetrators are normally men, the male victims end up feeling confused about their sexuality, including me, I like to joke about in my friends group about how I’m bi curious but I legitimately don't know.
A lot of people from eastern countries like to gloat about how they don’t have a pedophile problem and how older men are more well respected in our counties as opposed to America and western countries in general. But I think it can be seen as the same as divorce rates - cause and effect; we don’t as much of a pedophile scare because we are either unaware or, in rural areas, simply avert our eyes from it and the simple realization that such is the case would push the effort to support the victims of CSA further.
The only way to know you’re covered in filth is to lift your head out of the gutter
  1. World Health Organisation. Report of the consultation on child abuse prevention WHO/HSC/PVI/99.1. Geneva(Switzerland): World Health Organisation, 1999.
  2. Choudhry,Vikas; Dayal,Radhika; Pillai,Divya; Kalokhe,Ameeta S.; Beier,Klaus; Patel,Vikram. Child sexual abuse in India: A systematic review. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6177170/ ^
  3. Dayal, R., Kalokhe, A.S., Choudhry, V. et al. Ethical and definitional considerations in research on child sexual violence in India. BMC Public Health 18, 1144 2018. https://doi.org/10.1186/s12889-018-6036-y
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