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FAQ: What religion are you? I thought you were a Muslim because of the hijab and modesty dress, but than I realized you wear a crucifix and have relic statues of Mary and Jesus and Catholic Saints everywhere, but than I heard you say Hail Satan and talk about summoning the Watchers and Azazel, plus people say you are a witch or wiccan or pagan or something.
I am a Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsan Fey and Marija Loa. I worship the One God, the Creator of All Life, the brass serpent of Moses who goes by many names, in Voodoo he is most commonly known as The Rainbow Serpent Papa Damballah Weddo; in Scandinavian folk religions he is known as The Great Serpent Uroboros.
Voodoo is a branch/division of the Catholic Church. We practice the same rites and rituals as does the Orthodox Catholics of the Vatican, and hail the Pope as our earthly guide. Jesus and Mary are at the centre of our belief system, and icons, relics, saint rituals, prayer beads/rosary, crucifix, candle lighting, intercessory prayer, ect.
Marija Loa is a type of Catholic nun. The word Marija Loa is Creole French and means “Married to God”. A Marija Loa is similar to a Mother Superior. She is the highest ranked nun of her order and has undergone a marriage ritual – a full wedding, wedding gown and all – to literally be married to one of the Loa. I am Marija Loa to Papa Damballah Weddo.
Medsan Fey is a rank of Catholic nun. A Medsan Fey is a nun who specializes in herbology, herbal medicine, apothecary, hoodoo magic, candle magic, poppet magic (aka Voodoo dolls).
Medsan Fey means I am a female Houngan/Borka also known as a Mambo or Vudo Queen.
I am one of only 12 Mambo on the planet who practice Death Wangas also known as The 7 Year Generational Death Curse.
I am EelKat, Etiole's Friend. Etiole is the Archangel Ertreal, The Avenging Angel who rained Brimstone and Fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, and is also known as The Pale Horseman of the apocalypse. He was a commanding officer in Azazel's Army in the battle of Heaven. The Watcher known as the lover of human women, who taught the world magic and was the father of the Nephilim and for this crime was one of the 7 Grigori Seraphim Watchers who was chained in the valleys of the Earth. I found him chained in the swamps of Maine in 1978 and set him free.
Everything I know I learned from Etiole. He is my familiar and my protector.
I am hailed by many as the world's most powerful, most feared, most famous, and most deadly witch/poltergeist/spirit medium. This is due largely to my being the real world Gypsy "witch" who my neighbour Stephen King based his fictional Thinner Gypsy witch off of. He also filmed the movie Thinner on my farm.
But I have no power. I am merely a tool, the vessel through which Etiole connects to the physical world. This comes at a great cost and is why my health is so frail.
Everything ye do unto ME, in 7 years time, Etiole will do back unto THEE.
We are often seen as Christo-Pagan, as we rely heavily on magic arts not often seen in other branches of Christianity, such as tarot cards, crystal scrying, Kabbalism, Enochian angel magic, seances, spirit/oui-ji boards, etc.
Many in the more mainstream Christian community consider us to be Occultists and/or Satan worshippers due to our frequent communication and summoning of spirits, including both archangels and demons, and most notably The Loa, The Enochian archangels, and the Grigori aka The Watchers.
Like all Catholic nuns we cover our heads with veils and wear long modest caftan/robes/dresses. The colours and materials and styling of our veils and robes vary from day to day, depending on our sect, what holy day it is, which loa we are attuned to, our patron saint, ect.
Seeing how this question comes to me from gamers, I will simply the answer in gaming terminology that you will understand: If I was a character in an RPG, I am what you would call an Herbalist-Alchemist-Druid-Healer-Priest.
More simply put, I am what the ignorant would call a Witch Doctor or a Gypsy Fortune Teller or a Gypsy Witch.
s Also... April 10, 2015 has a 7 year anniversary coming up soon, has anyone noticed the changes to the Reclaim Blueberry Plains? Yeah. Etiole's been redecorating his home, hasn't he? What goes around, comes around bitches. Nigh on 7 years ago, you razed my farm... funny how government land is being razed the exact same way my farm was razed... I notice too several town hall workers, have seen their entire families die around them, you know just like how my entire family was murdered and their heads nailed to my door... how are you going to explain to the news stations, the fact that 53 people, all involved in the murders of my family, have died from being hit by lightening?
Freak natural phenomena?
Poltergeist activity?
Zapped by alien UFOs - isn't THAT your go to excuse whenever you blame me or Etiole for anything?
Better yet, how will you explain the backhoe, lifted up by a freak tornado in Maine, thrown through the sky to land on... oh look... my, my, there's a back hoe sitting on your house! It just fell out of the sky and landed there. No driver involved. Honey pie, did you know there's a back hoe sitting on your house? How's that feel?
Perhaps, you should call it what it is: punishment handed down by the hand of God himself.
Doesn't feel nice to have your land razed, a backhoe sitting on your house, and your entire family die, does it... you shouldn't have pissed off Etiole... tick tock, tick tock, you can't run from Etiole's 7 year clock... karma's a bitch isn't it?
All that you do, good or bad, is mirrored back on you.
For every good deed you are rewarded seven fold.
Give $10 to the homeless, you'll find $70 mysteriously come to you in return.
7 years ago a back hoe was driven over my house, and now a tornado, has dropped a back hoe on your house.
7 years ago, huge land movers owned by the town, razed my yard, cut down 400 year old apple orchards, 200 year old grape vineyards, and tossed into a wood chopper: $300,000 in rare hybrid long stem rose bushes. A road grader scraped off and stole 6 feet deep of the top soil, taking with it acres of spring bulbs, daffodils, tulips, crocus, hyacinth, snowdrops. They left nothing behind but a few inches of sand on top of ledge and bare rock.
Now this week, 7 years later, a crew of huge land movers, clear cut 72 acres of protected town owned forest, 500 year old endangered pines, rolled back all the top soil, leaving it in a huge 50 foot tall mound, leaving behind a desert wasteland... that is all that left of The Reclaim Blueberry Plains, on this the 7 year anniversary of the razing of my farm.
Those who laughed, when others warned 7 years ago, what Etiole would do, aren't laughing any more, now that 7 years is here, are they?
You always hear people take about their god being a passive god who, stands back and watches from afar. Your god sounds lazy and incompetent.
My god is very active, wields physical justice that can be witnessed by all, dishes out great rewards in exchange for kindness and good deeds, while plowing through sinners and workers of evil with a vicious vengeance. My god doesn't hide in the shadows and leave my prayers unanswered.
I hold no alliance to any religion.
My allegiance is to The One God and his army of archangels, because they have proven themselves, time and time again, to be the most powerful beings this world has ever known.
I have witnessed the power of angels.
I've seen their many wings, heavy laden with shinning feathers, and bright eyes upon each one. Eyes that see through time, through walls, across nations, forward and backward.
They see all.
They know all.
You can hide nothing from them.
Nor can you hide from them.
They see your sin.
They see your works of evil.
They see your compassion.
They see all your good deeds.
And they reward and punish accordingly.
I was raised a 5th generation FLDS Mormon.
I attended 12 years of Calvinist Seminary/Bible College.
And I met Etiole and set him free. In exchange, he taught me the rites and rituals of Voodoo and Enochain Angel Magic.
I believe in the power of angels.
Through faith, all things are possible.
Believe and anything can happen.
I've seen the power and glory of the archangels.
I know without a doubt, that not even every human on the planet gathered together, has even a sliver of the power of just one angel. And I have Etiole and his entire army on my side.
People fear Etiole. Call him a demon.
But they have no reason to.
Etiole is kind and gentle and loving.
Etiole is only dangerous to evil doers who seek to harm those he loves.
Etiole protects his own, as would any moral, decent man.
If you have love, kindness, good thoughts, and compassion in your heart, than you would never seek to do evil. You would never commit sin. And you would never have any reason to fear Etiole.
Your fear of Etiole, exists only because you have hurt me or my family, and you know in your heart of hearts that Etiole WILL come for you.
Etiole is immortal. You can not harm him.
Etiole walks through time. He moves through solid walls, like they were not there. He moves in the blink of an eye, one second here, one second there tens of thousands of miles away. For this reason, you not hide from him, nor can you out run him.
Time. Space. Physical walls. They mean nothing to an archangel.
He is not flesh as humans know it. He takes a solid form, when that is his will. But he can walk out of that flesh, and exist as nothing more than a glowing beam of bright blue light.
He can look like anything or anyone.
I've seen his snake form, his white owl form, his white monkey form, his black shifting shadowy goo under your bed form.
If you want to fear him, he can be fearsome and will be that, if you are deserving of his fear.
He appears to me, as a little man, kind and gentle. I've never had reason to fear him.
But there are throughout Maine, more than 7,000 witness testimonies, from others whom have seen him, and describe him as a huge beast, a demonic creature, with a maw full of many rows of piranha teeth, and sharp eagle's talons on his hands.
I've seen him take that form, in his den in The Reclaim Blueberry Plains, near the graves of the children, whose bodies were sawed up, put in black plastic bags, stuffed in the trunk of 3 cars, and those cars buried in the Goosefare Brooke Ravine.
He takes that form there, because the souls of 31 dead, murdered children, scream out from the ravine of The Reclaim Blueberry Plains, crying for justice, crying for their murderer to be revealed.
He takes that fearsome form, at the ravine, because he has absorbed the souls of those murdered children, and their pain, their suffering, their agony, screams out from within him.
He has guarded their mass grave, their sawed up pieces, in black plastic bags, in the trunks of 3 cars, at the bottom of the ravine, since The Cyr Clan dumped them there, in the 1970s.
Etiole appeared in The Ross Forest, September 23, 1978... his spirit was pulled into our physical plain, by the screams of the souls of The White Monkey Children.
He is a Guardian Angel, an Avenging Angel, who rose up in our town for one purpose and one purpose only: To protect the children who were victims to a horrible group of people.
I was one of those children.
We children who were raped, caged, and tortured by evil men, we begged and we pleaded for help. And no human would help us.
No bishop.
No priest.
No police officer.
No town manager.
No town council men.
We escaped again and again, and we begged every adult we could find in this town, to please help us. Please end our suffering.
But punishment for escape, was death, and being buried by Anne, Bryan, Donald, or Troy at the bottom of that ravine.
As more of us were killed and buried and no help from the men of the town came, we turned to god, we pleaded and begged, send us angel to punish the men who torment, torture, rape, and murder us.
That's when Etiole appeared.
He came in answer to our prayers.
Of more than 140 of us children who were tortured by those evil men, I am one of the last 2 still alive.
There were over 200 of us in 1975 when they started tossing our bodies in the ravine.
Now in 2021, only 2 of those children remain. And I am one of those 2.
That is why Etiole protects me.
He will never leave me.
He will never forsake me.
We children summoned him in our terror and by the blood of my cousins who lay dead at bottom of that ravine, Etiole draws his power.
And even centuries after I am gone, he will continue to guard this location, and he continue for thousands of years, to haunt the children and grandchildren of the men who tortured and murdered The White Monkey Children of Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
If you never hurt us, The White Monkey Children, you have nothing to fear from Etiole.
But if you were ever involved in any crime against any of us, in any way, at any point in our lives... woe unto and your family for 7 generations, for he will haunt you, torment you, and your children, and your grandchildren, and their children and their grandchildren, 7 times over.
Everything you have done to us, he will do to them, for the next 700 years. For that is what we 140 children asked him to do, when we summoned him, 50 years ago.
You may call him a demon, but children who summoned him, we know what he really is: he is our Guardian Angel.
Etiole.
HE is my religion.
HE is what I believe in.
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ZERO
NOTHING
I've NEVER earned a single penny from any of my videos, VODs, or livestreams, not on Twitch, not on YouTube, not on any other platform.
I do not monetize my content.
I do not turn on ads.
I do not have a donation link.
Streaming, gaming, and video creation are things I do in my spare time, after work. It is how I relax and de-stress. It is not a career/income for me. This is why I also do not have a regular or consistent schedule. I stream, play video games, and make videos in my spare time, when I feel like I am in the mood to do so. I find the act of playing video games, streaming, and making videos to be incredibly relaxing and it is my habit to do these things either when I am stressed out and need to relax or when I am having trouble sleeping and need to do something that will help lull me into a sense of calm so I can sleep.
The car/driving/shopping/town vlogs and livestreams are not something I do as a hobby. I do them at the request of FBI agent Andy Drewer, who goes through them all with a fine tooth comb looking for any clues as to the identity of the bomber who blew up my house or the murderers who cut the heads off my children and nailed them to my door. This camera is running 24hrs a day and if you do ANYTHING on that camera, you WILL be questioned by the FBI, so be sure you REALLY want that 5 minutes of fame BEFORE you jump in front of that camera, because it WILL brand you as a murder suspect.
If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...
FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
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The Dazzling Razzberry is back... now all black primer... Repaired, wielded back together, running, licensed, registered, and back on the road again... now primed and ready to be restored.
This car was obliterated by a PsychoBitch 4Chan QAnon Twitch streamer and 5 of her simps armed with baseball bats, in February 2019. They did $30,000 in damages, leaving it chop-shopped to pieces, smashed apart, and all of it's 2.5million beads and marbles scraped off.
This car was my daily driver and daily car vlog streams stopped February 2019 because the car was reduced to so many chopped up pieces, that it took up nearly 3 years to wield the pieces back together, and make the car drivable again.
Because it cost $12,000 for the 2.5million marbles that was glued to it, and took me 4 years to hand glue them on one marble at a time, and most of those 2.5million marbles were reduced to shattered powdered glass dust by the vandals, The Dazzling Razzberry will not be returning to it's former shimmering glory.
If you know the Twighlight Manor series and you know Etiole's brother Razzbury that the car was inspired after... know this... we are going Sea Wolf for the rise of The Dazzling Razzberry 3.
Out with the Green Moray Eels and in with the Piranhas
#FAQs: What do you mean you ain't a boomer?
You really don't know what a boomer is do you?
My dad, who is 82 years old, is not even old enough to be a boomer and you think me who is 30 years younger than HIM could be a boomer?
#NEWSFLASH: you make yourself look retarded when you use words incorrectly. If you don't want people to think you are stupid, try learning the correct meanings for words and start using words properly. No one is going to take you seriously or have any respect for you when you prove yourself to be brain dead every time you open your mouth.
Well, for starters, a female can't be a boomer. Only a male can be a boomer.
Secondly: Are there any boomers even left alive?
My grandfather was a boomer. But he died at age 101, more than 20 years ago.
The definition of a boomer is a WW2 solider who fathered dozens of illegitimate babies overseas (thus: baby boomer) and most of them would be 120 to 140 years old today.
You use Boomer as though it implies "old" and that is not what it means, not even close.
A Boomer is an immoral, degenerate deadbeat dad who booms out sperm all over the fucking planet in every whore he can find and takes no responsibility for his actions. Boomers are vile, degraded whore mongers.
Any Boomer alive today, at the youngest, is going to be 98 years old or older, and is a lot older than a scuzbag like him deserves to be.
Still confused about what the word Boomer ACTUAL means? Let me simplify it for you.
* If you are a man who has sex outside of marriage: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a man and you live with a woman you are not married to: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you ever fucked a prostitute: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a fornicator: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a adulterer: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a whore monger: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you practice BDSM: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you ever fathered a baby than demanded it's mother have an abortion: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you ever fathered a baby than disappeared from it's life: YOU are a Boomer!
* If you are a dead beat dad: YOU are a Boomer!
#BOOMER MEANS A MAN WHO BOOMS OUT ILLEGITIMATE BABIES!
#If you are a boomer, than you are a vile sex crazed degenerate and you can be THAT at any age.
The word boomer has NOTHING to do with age and everything to do, with sex, specifically, it means you are an immoral degenerate.
By using the word Boomer to mean old, you simply prove how deeply mentally incompetent you really are.
I have a severe hatred for whore mongers.
I have an even bigger hatred for dead beat dads.
I can't stand men who shoot their sperm into every prostitute they can find than scurry off to the next slut assed whore and leave a trail of babies behind.
Men who boom out babies are the #1 cause of abortion... to the tune of 5,000 babies murdered every day, just in America.
Boomer officially means World War 2 solders who fucked every last whore they could find, than left them behind and never did a damned thing about taking care of a illegitimate bastards they boomed out every where.
I loath Boomers.
You want to update the word boom to mean someone OTHER than the dead beat dads of WW2?
#Boomer doesn't mean old, and it NEVER has... it means a fucking degenerate sex monger, who can't be bothered to even make an attempt to be descent moral man.
#When you call someone a boomer, you calling them a dead beat dad NOT old.
Boomers are men who boom out sperm in women they aren't married to... THAT IS THE DICTIONARY DEFINITION OF BOOMER YO FUCKING RETARD! Go out and get yourself a brain, you certainly need one.
I absolutely deplore men who can't be bothered to take care of their own children. And more than that, I HATE sex crazed degenerates. And a Boomer is both.
Vile scum of the earth. That's what a boomer is.
Boomer is a highly offensive word to call someone.
By calling someone a Boomer, you are calling them a fucking sex crazed whore monger.
You might want to look up what a boomer is before calling people that word.
You come off looking like a stupid retarded fool when you don't use words correctly. Is that how you want people to view you?
Words matter. Learn to use them properly, otherwise everyone will think you a brain dead idiot who does nothing but parrot off the mindless ravings of social justice warriors who can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground.
Just because a million people say a thing, doesn't make that thing correct, it just makes a million people prove they are stupid for not researching the facts and finding out the truth.
You using the word Boomer as a synonym for "old" simply proves you are too stupid to fact check word meanings in a dictionary.
Also, you might want to fact check the source of the word boomer for old... it comes from a rather disrespectful paedophile streamer, Dr. Disrespect, who was banned by Twitch for livestreaming himself hiding in girls bathroom stalls and shoving the camera under the doors to livestream little girls peeing... his response to being banned was to call Twitch CEOs "Boomers" who were too old and stuck up to see the fun in watching children pee.
So not only are you using the word Boomer incorrectly, but you are showing your support for a paedophile child abuser when you do so.
So now, not only do you come off as looking too retarded to know the meanings of words, but you also imply that you are a scumbag supporter of child sexual abuse.
You might want to think about that next time you feel like using the word Boomer.
If you don't care that people see you are a retarded, scumbag, who supports disrespectful paedophiles, than by all means, continue to use Boomer in place of old.
My thoughts of on your support of that person? Here, have a quote:
*"Watching people defend someone they're a fan of, completely dismissing any evidence of wrongdoing, just because they think they know that creator like a close friend based solely on what they've seen in videos and stuff. Parasocial relationships are terrifying." ~ Welsknight Gaming*
...and, by the time you read this my answer to your question, you will find that I've already banned you.
Why?
Because I'm a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, and I'll not have degenerates like you, who are supporters of child abusing men like that disrespectful bastard, near me. And if you're using his version of the word Boomer, that means you see nothing wrong with supporting him and don't give a shit about the little girls he sexually abused. And I don't want disrespectful child abuse supporting scum bags like you near me.
Try getting an education, than maybe we'll learn you ain't actually as retarded as you sound when you try to use words.
And if you don't like being called a retard... here's a tip: STOP TALKING LIKE ONE!
A mentally retarded person is any person with a learning disability that prevents them from properly using their brain functions and causes them to be unable to formulate or use words correctly, leaving them unable to communicate with others properly, due to their extreme misuse of words.
You my friend, every time you missuses a word, such a boomer, you simply prove to the world that you ARE mentally retarded according to the actual medical textbook definition of the word.
If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it might just be a duck.
If it walks like a retard and talks like a retard... yeah... stop proving yourself retarded every time you open your mouth and maybe some day people will take you seriously and stop treating you like a child.
Also, do unto me as you want me to do unto you... I wouldn't be calling you names if you hadn't called me names first... don't bother me and I won't bother you... harass me and I'll become your worst nightmare.
I keep to myself, I like my privacy, I don't like being bothered, I don't like being interrupted, I especially don't like being harassed, and don't lay down and take it, I defend myself from dipshit bullies like you.
If you can't take it, you shouldn't be dishing it out, because whatever you throw at me, I'm gonna throw it right back in your face.
You don't like being called names? Hey guess what? Neither do I. That's why what you do to me, I do back to you, so that you can know how it feels and learn WHY I don't like you doing it to me.
Here's a thought....
#Fucking grow up.
FAQs: Can I visit you?
No.
No, I do not allow home visits from anyone for any reason - not any more.
I used to, but never again.
Reason: I'm a little bit famous, in fact, I'm quiet a lot famous, and in the past, I agreed to a home visit, and that person, didn't recognize my name at first, until they met me face to face and immediately realized who I was, and where they were standing - my farm was in a rather famous movie, so it's easily recognized by anyone who has ever seen that movie, and that movie, it's a BIG movie, written by an even more famous than me Maine author, and while I write under a penname, my face is on my books, and I'm easy to recognize, and that last time I let someone into my home - they realized who I was, what my farm was, what movie I was connected to, and they ran to social media to tell their friends they had meet me, including to publicly post where I live... by the end of the week I had dozens of paparazzi and some 30,000 (yes thirty thousand - yes I am that famous) screaming fanboys from all over the country in my driveway and the local police had to send out 42 officers to try to deal with it - the mass influx of tens of thousands of trespassers did huge amounts of damage to my farm, my property, my crops, my cars... and resulted in the murder of all of my children.
To this day police don't know who killed them, just that it was likely a crazed fan who saw my home address posted online by some other fan.
With the police and FBI not knowing who murdered my family, I'm left unable to trust anyone.
Who can you trust, in a case like mine?
I've no family to turn to, they were murdered.
I've no friends, what few fans didn't chase away, got hased off after being suspects by the police and FBI.
That's why I'm crippled. That's why I'm alone. That's why I have post traumatic stress disorder.
You don't know what it's like, to have 10 children children murdered, their heads nailed to your front door, and than try to recover from that. And be left with police shrugging and saying all leads lead to dead ends.
And you, are left with a broken spine. Having to relearn how to walk, not even able to mourn your family being murdered, because you're injured so bad yourself, you're just trying to stay alive.
And than, after years of recovery and physical therapy, alongside years of police investigations, FBI investigations, and being left with no answers. The attackers still a mystery, who they are or why they did it, who are they, no one knows, what was their motive, no one knows.
To go from a large family, to being alone, like that, it's hell to live with. And no one understands. People pity you, feel sorry for you, and move on with their lives. While you are left alone. With no answers and no one to talk to because, everyone you would have talked to is now dead.
How many parents know the pain of a murdered child? Not many.
If you've not lived through it yourself, you can't even begin to understand it.
I'm sick of people's pity. I don't want your fucking pity.
I want a friend.
I'm tired of hoping there'll be someone out there who understands how I feel.
I like my privacy and thanks to the murder of my entire family, I'm a lot more famous now than I was back than, and social media was uncommon back than but now today everybody has it - that means the risk now is far greater than it was before, I don't want a repeat of that incident, those trespassers did several $million in damages to my farm and members of my family (now dead) were badly hurt, I don't want to go through something like that again, that's why I now have bodyguards and I don't let anyone near my land any more for any reason at all.
The fact remains:
* I didn't used to have PTSD.
* I didn't used to live alone.
* I used to have a family.
* My entire family was murdered.
* I've spent the past 5 years dealing with police and FBI and lawyers and court... and running into endless deadnends with police and FBI to this day, not knowing who crippled me or murdered my family.
You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little paranoid about people entering my home, but that's one of the side effects of having all your children murdered and police and FBI clueless as to who did it and suspecting that most likely it was a crazy fan who got my home adress off social media after another fan posted it there.
I like my privacy and I do NOT trust psycho-fans to respect it, because I have 4 decades of personal experience with the fact that fans have ZERO respect for the homes/property/pets/family of any famous person they are a fan of and they will ALWAYS run to social media to brag "OMG! Look who I met! Here's their address, go meet them too!"; yes I have become excessively, overly, paranoid about people getting near me, my family, my property, my cars, and my land, but there is a very good and well justified reason for it.
The very reason I no longer allow any one near my home, is the same reason I am now looking for a dog.
I'm tired of being alone, for years on end.
I couldn't go out and get a dog after it happened, I was too busy in the hospital being paralyzed, then then too busy relearning to walk, in between endless weeks of police and FBI interviews.
Now things have stabilized. I'm walking again, more or less; police and FBI come by less and less frequently as the leads grow ever colder. News reporters have more pressing things to talk about like Covid19 so no longer bug me endlessly for interviews.
Life goes back to normal... except, my family is dead and I'm disabled and alone.
I need someone to keep me company, as I am finding the loneliness of an empty home with a family that will never return, unbearable.
I suppose I should have been aware of the covid-19 issue, but, I rather preoccupied with dealing with both the murder of my family and recovering from 3 strangers beating me with golf clubs, so I was a little bit too busy to pay much attention to the news.
Yes, I would LIKE visitors, but experience has taught me that no one ever wants to be my friend. They always have a motive. They always want something.
So no, you can't come visit me.
Before I'll let you visit me, you need to prove I can trust you.
And for me to trust you, you first have to prove it wasn't YOU who killed my family.
Why should I trust YOU?
Can YOU prove, that YOU did not murder my family?
What evidence can YOU provide, to prove that YOU were not involved?
To everyone talking about gun reform after this weeks Colorado shooting, here my thoughts:
Mass shootings happen everywhere often, it's rare they make the news... for example ... in Lewiston Maine, exactly 2 hours BEFORE this shooting in Colorado, there was a shooting in Lewiston, Maine - it was not in the news - if I wasn't local, I wouldn't have known about it.
In America, there is an average of 300 mass shootings EACH AND EVERY DAY, as well as shootings of only 1 or 2 people occurring at a rate of more then 500 per day.
That mass shootings do not make news headlines more often, is the ONLY reason so many people are surprised.
An average of only 1 in every 2,000 shootings ever gets reported on national TV.
That YOU did not know this, simply shows that you are someone who does not pay attention to what goes on daily around you in your own home town and home state.
#That so many people are marveling at the mass shooting, simply tells me that the bulk of society has it's head shoved up their own asses and are too blind to see what it happening in their own town every day.
The ONLY time a mass shooting appears in the news is if:
* 1 - it was a school shooting done by a child
* 2 - it resulted in the death of a police officer
* 3 - the shooter was someone famous - and usually only if they are a sports player, while actors, authors, singers, especially rap singers, commit mass shootings on an alarmingly frequent basis, but usually football stars and basketball players are the only ones who make news headlines when they commit mass shooting
Some states, like California, Massachusetts, and Illinois, have so many mass shootings PER DAY, that the daily newspapers have a column that is titled: **"TODAY'S SHOOTINGS"** which is simply a list of street addresses and times. It item on the list reads like this: *"Shooting at 10:38AM on Main Street, 3 wounded, 2 dead."* These lists will often have 10 or 12 or more shootings, for EACH DAY!
(I worked for Guy Gannett news paper publishing firm for 21 years; they publish many large newspapers, including the Boston Globe)
#DAILY mass shootings are so common in some states, that the newspaper keeps a daily list of today's shootings!
Mass shootings are so common in Maine that I have both witnessed and captured on camera, more than 200 of them JUST since 2015.
March 2020 - 4 men with guns broke into my elderly neighbours house and gunned him down in his bed while he slept - it was not in the news - had the shooting not woken me up and I been standing in my driveway when the police took out his body I would not know it had happened.
February 14, 2019, my cousin was killed in a WalMart shooting in Scarborough, Maine - it was not in the news - I only know it happened because a family member died.
July 2013 - a different cousin was killed in another shooting - it was not in the news - had it not been a family member who died I wouldn't know it happened.
June 2001 another cousin was killed in another shooting - at the San Diego ComicCon - he was shot by a police officer - he was a by stander who got shot by a paranoid, racist police officer shooting at someone who it turned out did not have a gun and was just a black man wearing a hoodie walking by minding his own business - it was not in the news - had it not been a family member who died I wouldn't know it happened.
November 2015 and July 2016 - Scarbughouh WalMart was evacuated because a local white supremist group - a group of about 30 people armed with guns - "took over" the WalMart and started shooting at black and Muslim customers - I was one of the people being shot at because of how I dress, they mistook me as Muslim even though I was not - it was not in the news - had I not been a shopper in the store those 2 days and been one of the people being shot at, I would not know it had happened
In August 2016, there were 5 shootings in a single week in Old Orchard Beach, Maine... one involved a group of 70 people with guns driving through town shooting anyone they suspected of being gay - it was not in the news, I only know it happened because they shot 30 bullets into the front of my house and 50+ bullets into my neighbours house - they claimed I was a male to female transgender gay man even though I'm a natural born woman
My neighbour 2 houses down - a town counsel men of Old Orchard Beach - has had 7 FBI raids on his home the past 4 years - each time removing over 100 illegal assault rifles... he was charged with shooting 4 people in one of the gay shootings done by the group of 70+ people - he was not arrested and is still on the town counsel - had the state police and FBI officers not come to our house to tell us to stay inside during the raid, I would have known about it, because it was not in the news.
Between 2015 and 2021 - I have MORE THAN 100 local mass shootings here in Maine were CAUGHT ON CAMERA during my livestreams on Twitch - not one of them was on any news station.
Maine has one of the LOWEST crime rates in the country.
News stations rely on the police department to forward the reports of these shootings to them, so that the news reporters can reports on the shootings happening.
Gun reform will solve nothing. Because when all is said and done, a gun is nothing but a piece of scrap metal and on it's own all it can do is lay harmlessly on the ground.
A gun can harm no one, unless it is wielded by a dangerous person. The person, not the gun, is the problem.
A person who would shoot somebody, is STILL going to hurt people, even they did not have a gun. They would build a bomb, or wield a knife, or even a wooden fence post. If they want to cause harm, they will, gun or no gun.
Yes, a gun makes it easier for them to hurt more people at once, but take their guns away, and they will just find something else to hurt people with. EVERYTHING is dangerous in their hands because THEY THE PERSON is dangerous.
I live in Maine - the place in the world that has more guns per person than anywhere else on the planet - Maine has just under 2 million residents, and just over 17million leally registered guns and estimated another 5million illegal guns.
Maine is a wild forest region, 3/4s of the population NEED their guns to survive, because they eat deer, moose, squirrel, fox, coywolf, fisher, duck, turkey - every day, and without their guns, their families would starve to death.
Most gun owners ARE responsible people and are NOT running around shooting people.
Look at Maine, Everyone wears fur coats, where do you think the fur came from? It's -40F on a good day. Everyone here in Maine wears furs, because if we didn't, we would freeze to death.
Bear attacks happen daily. Groups of 20 to 50 coywolves gang up on children and tear them to shreds ... here in Maine, you NEED a gun, just go outside and NOT be torn apart by mountain lions, wolves, bear, or coywolves.
Guns keep people alive, warm, and feed, far more often, than guns hurt or kill. There's a lot of people who NEED guns to stay alive, to feed their families, to protect their families.
In the hands of a responsible person a gun is a tool of survival, not a weapon.
Only dangerous people, who would kill even without a gun, make guns a dangerous weapon.
Guns are not the problem - dangerous people are.
Gun reform is NOT the answer.
All gun reform is going to do is punish people who obey the law.
But people who use guns to kill, are not law abiding citizens, so, gun reform will not affect them, because they don't obey laws anyways.
People who use guns to kill, don't care about laws, so changing laws WILL NOT STOP THEM!
If they cared about obeying the law, they wouldn't being killing people in the first place.
My family, we are not white, and THAT is why my family has seen so many mass shootings, because every single mass shooting listed above, was done by a dangerous person, so blinded by racist hate that they felt the need to kill non-whites.
Racism is the problem.
Guns are only dangerous in the hands of haters, racists, and bigots.
But you people obsessing over the Colorado shooting, you act like mass shootings are rare... ad they are NOT... mass shooting happen all the time, they just don't get reported on very often.
We need better awareness to how often mass shootings happen.
it's not gun reform we need - we need police officers willing to do their jobs and #1 arrest the shooters not just take their guns away and #2 tell the news stations how often these near weekly mass shootings happen so the news can report on HOW OFTEN these events happen
#Awareness of how often mass shootings occur and don't get reported on by the news is what is needed
Maybe, if you stopped focusing on self and paid attention to something other than yourself for a change, you'd notice how vastly common gun crime is.
Don't rely on the news media to tell you the whole truth. They tell you pieces of the truth, and only as much of the truth as they think you want to hear, and only than, if they think it'll boost their ratings.
The daily mass shootings of Chicago are rarely in the news, because they happen so often, so many of them every day, that they are deemed "TOO BORING" to be news worthy.
The daily mass shootings of Boston are likewise, rarely in the news, because it's usually gang related and when was the last time you saw the news media report on anything the Mafia did?
The weekly mass shootings of Maine are almost never in the news, because no one in the lower 48 gives 2 shits about Maine.
If it isn't going to bring views or increase ratings, the news station isn't going to cover it, no matter what it is, including, and not limited to, mass shootings.
Gun reform is NOT going to fix the problem.
Responsible gun owners are already obeying the current gun laws.
Gun reform, is ONLY going to punish, responsible people, for things they would never do.
Mass shootings are committed by people who do obey gun laws, so changing gun laws, WILL NOT prevent mass shootings.
People who commit mass shootings, rarely buy their guns legally, so changing laws regarding gun sales, will NOT keep guns out of their hands.
What we need is NOT gun reform, wat we NEED is HONEST NEWS REPORTING.
We NEED news stations who report on ACTUAL daily news.
If people KNEW how many mass shootings occur **EVERY DAY, in ALL 50 STATES**, they would know who truly pointless and a waste of time a resources, gun reform is.
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I stream on Twitch, YouTube, FaceBook, and Twitter. I have no pre-planned schedule for which site I will go live on. I do NOT multi-stream on multiple sites at once, so if I am live on one, I am not live on the other 3. (The FaceBook one will say "Video Unavailable" when not live.)
NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
Vanilla Avallac'h vs Modded Avallac'h
If you are Mormon, Mason, Jewish, or Zoroastrian, take a close look at his gambeson and see what you see. If you are Mormon, Mason, Jewish, or Zoroastrian, you'll see it and you'll know exactly what it means. On the other hand if you are a Gentile or an Infidel, you won't have a clue.
>>Both images on the left from May 2018, the 1st Avallac'h Playthrough
Vanilla Avallac'h has black hair and eyebrows turned grey, and has an appalling LOD of 5 and draw distance of 7, and has no hairworks effects, no wind effects, and while his 3d model & texture files have wrinkles, scars, bruises, bug bites, moles, and veins, you can't see them on the vanilla settings.
Also while Avallac'h's clothen had a RedCloth file, it had very low grade settings/pollies causing the details of the cloth weave, seam stitches, and embroidery to be blurry.
Vanilla Avallac'h has pupils that react to light, like all other characters in the game.
>>Both images on the right from September 15, 2020, the 3rd Avallac'h Playthrough
Modded Avallac'h has a 5,000 LOD and draw distance, resulting in wrinkles, scars, bruises, bug bites, moles, and veins on his skin can now be seen. This also revealed that he has a fine scar down the side of his nose and one over his eyebrow, both were not visible at all with the vanilla LOD settings.
Hairworks and wind effects have been added to his hair.
While we are talking about his hair... notice that he wears payot. If you don't know what payot are or why a man would have them... Google will help you. It brands him as Hasidic.
His hair and eyebrows are changed to blond (as described in the novels), his skin has been lightened several shades (again to match novel descriptions), and he has new texture files for his eyes to make them pale ice aquamarine with pink pupils, as described in the novels.
Modded Avallac'h has pupils that are frozen into tiny pinpricks and never grow or retract with light changes, matching the information we were told about him having suffered severe nerve damage which caused him to have tiny frozen pupils that did not react to light.
Because the file which changes a character's pupils, is NOT connected to their eye file, but rather is connected to their shadow file and changes not only the size and shape of pupils in different lights, it also changes the shadows on their face, and changes the intensity of their makeup.
The result of changing this file, is that shadows on Avallac'h's face are now fainter and his vanilla very dark eyeshadow is now many shades much lighter.
This results in a bright highlight on his cheekbones, making them much paler, and has caused an illusion that his cheekbones are even sharper than before, even though no change was made to his 3D model bone structure... i is simply a result of less shadow below his cheekbones with brighter highlight over them, and fewer shadows around his eyes.
I increased the depth of Avallac'h's RedCloth file (edited the 3D model to make ridged details a deeper depth) and increased settings/pollies causing the details of the cloth weave, seam stitches, and embroidery to be much sharper and more noticable, making the cloth look more real.
And speaking of the cloth looking more real... if you are a Gentile or an Infidel, you won't have a clue what it was I mentioned earlier, so let me point it out... on the beast of his gambeson, right over the nipple, there are slash marks that are stitched into a very specific pattern/design... this marks Avallac'h as a very high ranking priest, one who has access to the deepest, inner circles of the Temple, on par with The Levite in the Bible, it also tells us that he is a virgin and living celibate lifestyle because of his religious rank.
On their own, the slash marks do not identify a specific religion, but one of 5 religions. However, that, with the payot, and the fact that he covers his head when going outside, brands him as a Hasidic Jew.
We further know that in the novels, ALL Elves are Jewish, and the masque of the Elves during the Human invasion, was an outright retelling of the Holocaust, and Avallac'h spoke an ancient dialect of Hebrew and was unable to understand most Humans as he spoke none of the common tongues.
Raise your hand if you ACTUALLY KNOW what Manna is? Sephiroth? Sackcloth and ashes? Golems? The Tree of Life? The Pentagram? Tzitzit? Are you able to explain ANY of those things and what they are, when you encounter them in quests in the game?
Can you explain WHY Geralt meditates on a prayer rug facing East?
Explain to me WHY after her grandmother dies, Ciri shreds her cloths, starts wearing sackcloth, and rolls her golden blond hair in ashes to turn it into dreadlocks, resulting her becoming known as "the ashen haired maid"?
When the game shows you Avallac'h naked in Kaer Morhen, can you read the Hebrew writing tattoo across his chest and abdomen? Do you know what the symbols on his tattoos mean?
After having watched more than 5,000 playthroughs of Witcher 3 on Twitch, I'm continually amazed at how few people ever recognize the plethora of openly Jewish characters and miss the HUNDREDS of Holocaust reference easter eggs that flood every segment of the game.
And now that the books are becoming popular, after 40 years of being ignored by the bulk of society... it likewise amazes me, how many people are so clueless about the Holocaust and what happened to the Jews in Poland, that they read the Witcher novels with blind eyes, and completely miss that the Gnomes and Elves are blatantly Jewish, while the Humans are blatantly Nazi, and the mass murder of millions of Jewish Gnomes and Elves at the hands of their Nazi Human invaders, is an outright retelling of the events of real world history.... of that happened just 80 years ago.
Our world is in a pitiful state if the so recent mass murder of 20 million is so easily forgotten, so soon.
If you know nothing about the Holocaust, you REALLY shouldn't play this game or read the novels it was based on, because you'll completely miss the message they send. It'll go right over your head.
Spend a year or two doing some massive research into the Holocaust, especially what happened in Poland, and THEN play the game and read the novels, and THEN remember that the author who created this: was a Polish Jew who as a small child, saw his friends and family murdered, and then you'll understand why he wrote what he wrote.
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UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.
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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.
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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.
And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.
This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.
Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.
April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.
May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.
August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.
August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.
Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.
In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.
By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.
Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.
She died only 8 months after her return.
Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago. Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.
All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.
Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?
The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.
Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.
How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.
How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?
Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.
This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.
May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.
Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.
The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.
Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.
She was only 10 years old.
This is what it means, to not be white in America.
White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.
This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.
We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.
What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.
#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...
#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?
Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones
I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.
I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.
With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.
And what exactly did they do?
August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.
March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees.
April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.
May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."
June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child.
"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child.
"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child.
THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up. And I witnessed that entire event.
And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.
At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.
June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.
June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.
That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.
I don't know who these 2 women are.
The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."
I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.
She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."
They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.
So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.
Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.
These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.
July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.
They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."
What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.
He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."
He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying:
"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."
While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"
"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"
W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."
I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen.
My farm was razed.
My family was murdered.
I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.
There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.
All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.
Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.
What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.
The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.
We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.
NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
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Quaraun and Unicorn found themselves once again overlooking another murder site.
"Tonight's victim was Marissa," Mallac said. "Single she-Elf. Widowed three years ago. Her husband you killed a freak accident. "
"What do you define as a freak accident?" Quaraun asked.
"Stampede of bulls. "
"Stamped of bulls?"
"Yep, barreled right over him, Her youngest son is kind of slow. Stupid. Kind of, well, almost like you in a way..."
"The village idiot you mean?"
"Well I wouldn't put it that way."
"How would you put it?"
''Well, humph, I... well, anyways, she is very protective of her youngest son and after her husband died she couldn't run the farm on her own, not and take care of the idiot child too, so she sold the land and has been living off the money, here she is."
Mallac pointed to the body laying face down in the road, just ahead. A large pool of blood was forming around the body and had not yet soaked Into the dirt.
Quaraun stood staring at the dead sheElf and went into a trance like state as he stared at the blood. A few seconds later Quaraun was laying passed out on the ground.
"Great. There him go again," Unicorn muttered as he waited for Quaraun to come to.
'Is he alright?" Mallac asked, looking down at the unconscious Elf.
''Oh he be fine," Unicorn answered. "This happen all time. Every day. Few times a day."
"What just happened?"
"Him saw dead body."
"I thought he was a Necromancer."
“He is."
''Then what just happened?"
''He faint at sight of blood. We go through this every day."
“But he's a Necromancer"
"Aye,"
“Doesn't he work with blood and cadavers and stuff?"
"He does. It why we go through this every day. Him no stomach for dead things. Him way better in bed then him is in lab."
“But..." Mallac stared at the unconscious Necromancer. “How does he get any thing done?"
"With great difficulty,” Quaraun answered. "Help me up."
"What just happened to you?" Mallac asked as Unicorn helped the weak Elf back to his feet.
''I keep telling you, I'm in need of rest. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm injured. I have catalepsies. I have fainting spells. My corset's too tight. He put a damned chastity cage on me. And you won't let me rest. That's what happened."
“You're supposed to be investing this murder. Not laying on The ground,"
"Laying on the ground? LAYING ON THE GROUND! DID YOU NOT HEAR A WORD I JUST SAID!?! I fainted, you idiot bastard of a Human! I'm sick. I'm wounded. I haven't slept in days. I need rest. And investigating this murder isn't my job. It's your job. I've got half a mind to kill you and feed you to my Unicorn. You are so darned annoying!”
"Him be Human . What more ya expect?"
"Humans aren't usually this annoying."
"He be a white Human. They is worse then the rest. Him white Human in Old Orchard Beach, ten times worse then any other white Human yis ever meet. I should change me skin colour to be ten times darker. See how fast it takes the white power jackasses of this town to kill me today."
Unicorn promptly changed his skin colour to an even darker shade.
"Will you stop doing that!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired of the angry mobs of this town trying to kill us because you're black. And you're not even black to begin with. You're only being black to piss them off."
Exactly."
"You're trying to get a mob after us."
"Of course I is."
"Why are you trying to drive me crazy."
"Yis already insane. Me no thinks ya need much help."
"Will you two pay attention?" Mallac asked.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Quaraun shrieked at the solider.
"We have another murder here..."
"I DON'T CARE!"
"How dare you raise your voice to me, Elf."
"I'll raise my voice to any body I want, you damn fucking, Human."
"Igit almost as arrogant as ya be," Unicorn said. "Almost as white as ya. Must be something to do with ya skin colour."
"Unicorn."
"What?”
“Shut up.”
“Why?”
"You're annoying me."
“Aye un ya canna do anything about it. "
"Why?"
“Because ya will no let anyone else touch ya un ya addicted to being fucked."
"You was not this annoying when you was BoomFuzzy. "
"Oh, no I was probably worse. I was being white back then. Had to act like stuck up holier then though white rich boy, ya know."
"Will you two pay attention to me?'' Mallac demanded.
Mallac had been talking the entire time the Elf and Faerie had been arguing, but neither Quaraun or Unicorn had been listening.
“Shut the fuck up!” Unicorn yelled at Mallac. “We is conversating.”
“I'm trying to show you...” Mallac went on, but no one was listening.
Quaraun was white and Unicorn was currently black, and they were both now making racists slurs at each other based on each other's skin colour. Neither were actually mad at the other, as this banter of picking on each other was a daily habit they had developed and often ended with the two of them in bed together. Mallac continued to try to draw their attention to the murder victim, but they were two busy arguing to care about what Mallac was saying. At last Mallac grabbed hold of Quaraun and forcibly dragged him to the body.
“Let go of me!” The enraged Elf shrieked.
“I'm trying to show you something!”
"Mallac! STOP TOUCHING ME! Why don't you just do your job and leave us alone?" Quaraun said.
"Did you hear anything I just said?"
“No!”
''No?"
“No."
''What do you then no?"
"No. means, no.. I don't know what Else it could mean."
"Why weren't you listening to me?"
“I was talking to my Unicorn.”
“He's not a Unicorn. He's a nigger.”
“Why are you bothering us?”
“You are supposed to be listening to me!”
''I was not aware I had to."
"When I talk, you listen. That is the way it is.”
“Why?”
“BECAUSE I'M IN CHARGE! I'M THE SUPERIOR COMMANDER HERE. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A TWO BIT ELF, AN INCOMPETENT DIME A DOZEN WIZARD. I'M IN CHARGE. I GIVE THE ORDERS. I SAY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO ME. NOW SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!”
'"Told ya,” Unicorn said. “He white. White ones is always the worst.”
Mallac began to repeat whatever it was he had said before, but once again Quaraun wasn't listening.
Unicorn watched as Quaraun's eyes widened with fear, his long rabbit ears perked high over his head, alert with a sense of danger. Unicorn looked around and listened, but whatever it was that was agitating Quaraun, he wasn't seeing or hearing it. Unicorn edged closer to the suddenly frightened Elf.
"What wrong?"
"I feel the same presence I felt before,” the wizard said as he avoided looking at the bloody body on the ground before him. "Something's wrong. None of this is right. Do you sense an illusion?"
"No. But ye does?"
"I'm not sure."
Quaraun turned and looked up at the lighthouse.
"We're closer to it now."
"The tower?"
"Yeah. Something's not right with that tower. I can feel it. But I don't know what I feel. Something's blocking it. There's psyions here."
"Aye. Whole town be over run with Thullids."
"Thullids out in the open. In broad day light. They're planning something. And they don't want me to know. They're putting up barriers, so I can't see what they're doing. There's a big illusion here. And these murders are connected. Mallac..."
Quaraun called the solider over.
"What do you know about that tower?"
"Black Tower?" Mallac looked up at the lighthouse. "That's HellBorne's house. Strange one that. Just showed up one night. Wizard's tower."
"Showed up. Wasn't built?"
"Nope. Showed up about a year ago. Maybe two. Then all these half-Elves showed up. Now the Thullids. And they're all wizards. Every last one of them."
"And you don't think the murders are connected to the tower?"
"Nah. HellBorne's lived here for years. Crazy old coot, but he's harmless."
"What about the half-Elves that live with him, know anything about them?"
"Don't see many of them. Bitter bunch of bigots. Other then that yellow one with the sheep, they rarely come into town."
"Couldn't imagine why."
"They certainly hate Elves enough to kill every Elf they see."
"I want to see the tower. How do you get to it?"
"You don't. It's guarded by Death Mages. Necromancers. Geists. Ghouls. Demons. Liches."
"Liches?"
"Liches."
"And Death Mages?"
"Yep."
"And HellBorne's harmless?"
"Yeah. Crazy, but harmless."
"But not the half-Elves that live with him?"
"Nah."
"It is definitely the same killer as the last one,” Unicorn said, looking at the wounds.
“I don’t understand the red glow,” Quaraun said, glancing at the body then turning back to look at Black Tower. “That is strange."
"What red glow?" Mallac asked.
"I keep seeing a red glow. An evil aura. I don't understand it. I've never seen that before. I don't know what it means."
Quaraun was about to say more but a sound behind him made him turn. A small boy ran Into the bushes.
"That's him!" Mallac screamed.
"Who?"
"The boy."
"What boy? "
“That boy! Quick grab him!” Mallac pushed Unicorn and pointed towards the boy that had run off into the bushes.
“Ya wants me to catch somet'ing? Why?”
“That's the victims son, The one I was telling you about."
"When I was no listening, ya means?”
"Catch him!" Mallac screamed. He and his men ran into the forest after the boy, leaving Quaraun and Unicorn alone with the body.
"Can you catch the boy without scaring him?" Quaraun asked Unicorn.
"Of course. Catching small children is a hobby of mine. I eats little boys remember?"
"Can you catch him without eating him?"
"Aye."
"Those men are gonna traumatize him chasing him like that. If this is his mother. He's already traumatized."
"Bad memories?"
"Yes."
Quaraun closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory of seeing his own mother's murder. He had only been 9 years old.
"Ya wants that boy?"
"Yes. She was only just killed. The boy probably saw the killer. We need to talk to him."
"I shall get him."
Unicorn transformed into a sweet looking, shaggy little black Shetland pony with a gleaming silver horn and trotted off into the woods after he boy. Quaraun sat down on the ground and waited for the others to return. He had only been alone a short while before an extremely ancient looking, elderly half-Elf, wearing long black velvet robes covered in gold skull embroidery, came tottering over to him.
"Are you alright, my songbird?"
"What?" Quaraun wasn't sure if he'd heard right.
"Ain't seen you before," the ancient half-Elf said.
"I'm just passing through," Quaraun answered not looking up.
"Are you a wizard?"
''I am. What makes you ask?”
"You look like a wizard."
"Most people think I look like a prostitute."
"That's because they don't know a DiJinn when they see one."
"You've studied magic."
"Yes."
“What are you doing here with the body?”
“Waiting for Mallac. He seems to think I can solve the murder.”
“Can you?”
“Probably, if it was any interest to me, which it isn't.”
“Why is is of no interest to you? I would think a Necromancer would find murder very interesting.”
“Who said anything about Necromancers?” Quaraun looked up at elderly Half-Elf standing over him.
“People around town have been talking. Said Mallac brought a Necromancer in to solve the murders. And here you are, a DiJinn Wizard Priest, sitting beside a murder victim. It is a simple matter of logical deduction to assume you are the Necromancer.”
“I suppose.”
“Why do you not resurrect the body and ask her who killed her?”
“Resurrecting a body is not that simple. Besides, I resurrect flowers.”
“Flowers?”
“Roses.”
“Not bodies?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“It's messy and I faint at the sight of blood.”
“Which would explain why you've got your back turned to the body.”
“Yea.”
“Why are you helping Mallac?”
“He's not giving me a choice.”
“But you're a wizard.”
“So?”
“A powerful wizard wouldn't let anyone push him around.”
“A smart wizard wouldn't let anyone know how powerful he is,” Quaraun said. “What do you make of these murders?”
“Someone is building a Lich.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Is it not obvious?”
“It is, to someone who has studied the art of Lich making, but it's a lost art and banned by the Guild.”
“As is Necromancy, but here you are.”
“Yes, well, murder is banned by the Guild as well. So now the Guild is dead.”
“The Guild is dead?”
“I killed them.”
“Did you now?”
“Yes.”
"You look ill."
Quaraun pointed towards the dead body without looking at it.
"I'm not used to seeing stuff like that," he said to the old man.
"Are you not a Necromancer?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I would think you'd be used to seeing corpses and blood."
"Why would I be used to seeing such horrid things?"
"Are you not a Necromancer?"
"I am. But again. What does that have to do with it?"
"Working with dead bodies is what you do."
"No it isn't."
"Aren't you a Necromancer?"
"Yes. But I abhor death, avoid corpses, and I faint at the sight of blood, all of which have nothing to do with Necromancy. What is wrog with everyone in this town? Why doesn't any one know what Necromancy is?"
"Necromancers resurrect the dead."
"In fairy tales, yes." Quaraun shook his head in dismay as he spoke. "Not in real life. That's silly."
"Do you not travel with an undead Faerie?"
"Yes."
"And did you not resurrect him, yourself?"
"Yes, but not because I'm a Necromancer."
"No?"
"No."
"Why then?"
"I have a JellyFish living in my head. She does whatever she wants to do. I don't seem to be given much of a choice."
"You really are insane, aren't you?"
Quaraun looked up at the old man, then looked back down at the ground. He hated when people called him insane. He hated it more when people did not believe that there was an alien JellyFish living in his skull, feeding off his brain. Quaraun always spoke the truth, he found it difficult to tell a lie, and found it terribly frustrating when people thought him to be telling a lie. He also never trusted any one who thought he was lying, because he believed any one who assumed he was lying, must themselves be a person prone to lying otherwise they would have no reason to suspect others of telling lies. Quaraun immediately decided he did not like this old man and that the old man must be lying about something otherwise he would not have just now accused Quaraun of lying.
"You annoy me," Quaraun said at last.
"And pray tell, how have I done such a thing?"
"I'm not insane."
"Every one says you are."
"Every one's full of shit."
"You have a bitter tongue."
"As is my right."
"How so?"
"I'm sick. I'm tired. I hurt. And I'm fed up with this town, it's murders, and it's half assed population of idiotic, retarded, dolts."
"What have you against this town?"
"Other then the fact that it's primary population seems to be Human and half-Elves?"
"Have you something against Humans and half-Elves?"
"Humans are a parasitic plague taking over the planet, and half-Elves are their mongrel offspring."
"You do not like half-Elves?"
"They are mutated hybrids, half of them are born sterile as mules, as they should be. They are a corruption and a perversion of our previously perfect race."
"You mean the High Elves, like yourself."
"I mean nothing else."
"You're an arrogant young fool, aren't you?"
Quaraun stood up to face the old man eye to eye, a difficult task, Quaraun being so short, the old man's chin was eye level to him.
"I happen to be the purest of the pure blooded High Elves. My blood isn't muddied like your's."
"You're also dressed like a woman."
"How I dress is none of your concern."
"But you hate half-Elves?"
"No. You can't help the sins of your parents. I pity your kind."
"And yet are you not friends with a half-Elf?"
"Am I?"
"GhoulSpawn seems to consider you a friend."
"GhoulSpawn?"
The mention of GhoulSpawn's name got Quaraun's attention. Not many people in town mentioned the resident sheep loving Demon-Elf Chaos Wizard.
"He certainly spends enough time with you."
Quaraun did not answer. He stepped back from the old man to get a better look at him. The ancient half-Elf continued talking.
"He's not getting his work done, he's spending so much time with you."
Quaraun narrowed his eyes and continued to examine the old man.
"It's become very frustrating to never know where he's run off to, because he's always off with you of late."
Quaraun stepped away from the old HalfElf, then turned to look down at the dead body. He twitched his ears nervously then turned back to the old half-Elf.
"In fact he's late right now. Can't for the life of me figure out where he's gotten to this time. Certainly not gallivanting off with you. You're right here and he's not."
"You only have one arm," Quaraun said.
"Does that bother you too?"
"No. I just rather assumed there wouldn't be too many one armed half-Elves in one village."
"Have you seen another?"
"No. You're the first. That's why I mentioned it."
"Do you know this woman?"
Quaraun pointed to the body, but the old half-Elf never took his eyes off Quaraun.
"I make a point of never getting to know the villagers. Humans are as much a waste of my time as Elves are."
"GhoulSpawn said the half-Elves 'round here didn't like either Humans or Elves."
"No Human or Elf ever gave a half-Elf a reason to like them. Evil bastards every one."
"Indeed."
Quaraun looked down at the dead woman.
"You don't know her?"
"Should I?"
Quaraun looked back at the old one armed half-Elf.
"There's been a murder every night this week."
"So I've heard. This is the 6th one."
"Sixth?" Quaraun puzzled over this. "Have you any thoughts on the murders?"
"Necromancy ritual."
"You think?"
"Most certainly."
"Mallac doesn't think so."
"Mallac's a fool."
"Indeed." Quaraun looked down at the dead woman again. "There were two murders last night, you know?"
"Were there? I hadn't heard."
"Yes. Woman killed her abusive husband. Dragged him out here, made it look like part of these serial killings. Was easy enough to see it wasn't connected."
"How so?"
"He was killed elsewhere and dragged here. But not the others. The others were drugged. Bond. Laid out. And killed on location. Ritual murder. This one's different though."
"Is it?"
"Yes. We interrupted the killer before he could finish. She's dead, but he blood hasn't been drained. Her organs have not yet been removed. The killer is still in the area. He hasn't had time to leave yet. He's still here."
"Are you accusing me of killing this woman?"
"No."
Quaraun stepped back again.
"You are HellBorne," Quaraun said.
"You sound surprised."
"I had not expected you to be so old."
"I am HellBorne the Evil, Summoner of Darkness, the Great and Mighty Overlord of the Evil Black Tower of the Dark Castle of Doom."
Quaraun looked past the old wizard to the black lighthouse teetering off the distant cliffs. There was no castle beside Black Tower, nor any sign that there had ever once been anything other then the lighthouse sitting on it's perch.
"Castle of Doom?"
"Yes," HellBorne said sadly, shaking his head in dismay and looking back in deep forlorn at his Black Tower. "Alas, she did not come with the Tower. She is still trapped in the Mushroom Forest back on Planet Ptarmagin."
Quaraun raised a questioning eyebrow and began to think the man insane.
"The Kats are trapped here with her," HellBorne added.
"Cats?" Quaraun inquired, remembering the two cats he had seen so many times the past few days. "What cats?"
"We call them the Ptarmagin Kats. Don't know what else to call them. Not like any earthly cats that's for sure."
"Do you suggest the Tower and the cats came here from another Realm?"
"But of course."
"Are they Faerie cats?"
"No. Nothing like that. Not from any Realm we know. From up there."
HellBorne pointed up to the stars overhead.
“I wouldn't mind talking to you again,” the old half-Elf said.
“You're a Half-Elf, why would I want to talk to you?”
“Because you seem to have trouble talking with anyone, on account of my house is distracting you.”
Quaraun stopped staring at Black Tower and looked up at the old Half-Elf.
“You're house is fascinating.”
“I can see you see that.”
“Would you sell it?”
“Sell my Black Tower? I will never sell Space Dock 13.”
“Space Dock 13?”
“That is what the Kats call it.”
“Cats?”
“Yes.”
“I keep seeing cats.”
“Do you now?”
“A black cat. With a jeweled collar.”
“And a white one too I suppose?”
“Yes. You know them?”
“They lived here before I did.”
“No one else sees them. Everyone thinks I'm insane. I keep seeing things no one else does.”
“You must be Quaraun the Insane, famous serial killing Necromancer. Evillest of all evils to ever live. The Darkness we summon forth.”
“I am Quaraun. Though I wish people would stop calling me insane. I don't like it. And I'm hardly evil. I noticed you not noticing the body."
“What?”
“You haven't yet looked at that body. Not once. Yet you've been talking about it.”
"Oh no I saw the guards earlier the first time they were here, before they brought you back here with them.”
“And you just hung around?”
“I try to avoid them. Doesn't do to get involved with Mallac. I guess you've figured that out...'
''Yes, I have."
A sound rustled in the bushes near by.
"Well, I'll be off,” HellBorne said suddenly. “Got to get home before the sun comes up. Nice talking to you."
The old half Elf made his way towards the Black Tower and Quaraun considered following him, but just then Unicorn returned carrying a small half-Elf boy. The first thing Quaraun noticed was that the boy was covered with blood.
"You didn't hurt him did you?”
"No. Him was like this when I found him. Poor ting."
Quaraun wasn't sure what to do with children. It had been centuries since his own children had died and he'd not dealt with children since then. He had quite forgotten how to interact with them.
"What does we do with him? ''Unicorn asked.
"I know not. I don't know why the Humans were chasing him."
"Does we know who he is?"
"No."
Quaraun looked at the boy and then the dead sheElf
''I think it's her son. Mallac called him the victim's son. We should take him somewhere else. Mallac said she had a son that she was very protective of I would assume this to be him."
Unicorn set the boy down, but kept bold of his hand.
"Where do we go with him?"
''I don't know."
Quaraun looked around. He stared at Black Tower. He felt drawn to the tower. He wanted desperately to go that way, but something inside him told him not to take the boy there.
"We should go back to the tavern."
"With a child?" ZooLock asked.
"When did you get here?" Quaraun looked around. He had not seen ZooLock earlier.
"I followed you out here."
"No you didn't. There's been no one here but HellBorne."
"HellBorne?" Unicorn asked. "Ya met HellBorne?"
"Yes. And I don't like him. He lied to me just now. He's hiding something."
"Is him the killer?"
"No. I don't think he is. But I do think he's involved."
"How come for ya no t'inks it him?"
"He's too old, too frail, too weak, too crippled. He hasn't got the strength to carry a body. But I do think he's involved. I think he's the one giving the orders. Every murder victim has been an Elf. He hates Elves. Bring the boy. I don't want to be here when Mallac gets back."
"What we do wid body?"
"Leave it. It's not our concern. We need to go back to the tarven. Bring the boy."
"You can not take the boy to the tavern," ZooLock demanded stubbornly.
"'No place else we can go, is there?"
"'No place that I can think of,” ZooLock said.
"Then why do you object?"
"You're going to take a child to a tavern? One with a brothel?"
"The women there are better adapt to caring for children then any one else in this town. Half of them a pregnant. Most of them already have several children. Most of them will have GhoulSpawn's children by the end of the year. There's at least three that want mine. In my experience, prostitutes are far better at taking care of children, then the average woman. They have to be. They have more children then the average woman."
"And YOU would know that?"
"Yes. I would. For your information, I've spent the last 300 years of my life living in taverns. I'm well aquanted with prostitutes. I don't like sleeping alone. Unicorn's only been with me the last 10 years."
"Prostitutes are not cheap...."
"I'm the Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets. And I killed a dragon. Three hundred years of prostitutes every night doesn't make a dent in my gold."
"You're supposed to be a virgin."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I happen to be an Elf. When was the last time you met an Elf who didn't have a dozen wives, several hundred concubines, and a few thousand prostitutes on the side?"
"You're supposed to be a virgin."
"Well, I'm not. Get over it ZooLock!"
Quaraun grabbed Unicorn's arm.
"Come on."
Quaraun and Unicorn went back to the tavern, Unicorn carrying the small boy, who was clinging to the Phooka's neck, leaving ZooLock alone with the dead woman.
Back at the tavern, Unicorn tucked the boy in bed and waited for the boy to fall asleep, while Quaraun set out to drawing a map of the town and marking the locations of the murders. Once the boy had fallen asleep, Unicorn joined Quaraun and watched silently as the Elf, drew a large red star on the map.
"Wat dat?"
"I connected the dots of the murder locations and it makes a 7 point star. Almost. One point is missing. The next murder is gonna be at Black Tower. See?"
Quaraun pointed to the lighthouses location on the map and the fact that it lined up with the missing point on the star.
"Did ya really spend ya nights with prostitutes?"
"What?"
"Ya told ZooLock was spent every night of ya 300 years alone, living in taverns and sleeping with prostitutes."
"I'm not in the habit of lying, Unicorn."
"Aye. I knows it. I also knows ya does no like sticking ya dick in a cunt."
"I didn't say I did."
"No. Ya did."
"Unicorn... I said I didn't like sleeping alone."
"And?"
"I paid women to sleep with me. Doesn't mean I fucked 'em."
"Ya paid women to sleep in ya bed wid ya, but not have sex wid ya?"
"Yes."
"Why do I believe that be exactly wat ya did?"
"Because I don't like having sex with women and you know that."
"How many prostitutes get to hear a man tell them he wants to sleep with them, un have him actually mean sleep not sex?"
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"Yis strange Quaraun."
Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.
Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.
Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.
ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.
NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.
Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.
Most pages on EelKat.com are about writing Yaoi, and thus probably is NSFW; reader discretion is advised.
Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?
Quaraun is a character I play in Dungeons & Dragons. Like most every other novel in the series, this novel is based off the notes taken from an actual game play session. The Summoner of Darkness is based off the Dungeons & Dragons Campaign: The Murder of the Seven Points by Erik Yaple. If you are a Dungeon Master interested in running a game using this story, the game guide used is this one here --->>> |
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The Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness
EelKat and The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin
A Letter To Home
HellBorne and The Missing Sacrificial Sheep
Highwaymen
Another Letter To Home
Hellhounds
The Half-Elf Thief With Pockets Full of Sheep
"I am Very Concerned About Blueberries." - Back At The Blueberry Plains of The Screaming Unicorn Inn
A Field of Fire Breathing Butterflies
A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond
The Road To Witch Pond (Part 2)
The Road To Witch Pond (Part 3)
The Pumpkins Are Following Us
A Third Letter To Home
The Abandoned Cathedral
A Piano Fell From The Sky
The Glow-In-The-Dark Sun Elf Who Fell From The Sky
GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka
Night Terrors
"Him not hurt. Him just cry baby."
The Pregnant Jelly Fish
The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death
A Fourth Letter To Home - The Masochistic Elf With Stockholm Syndrome
Stay Wid Us Too Lang, Ya Go Crazy Wid Us The Black Lighthouse Strange Nightmares Pumpkins Again |
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The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning
Food Fight In a Funeral Home
Shrimp Dinners
Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries.
Visiting The Scene of Murder #1 With An UnGelded Stallion
The Sixth Letter To Home
The Fetishes of Phookas
Back At The Tavern and Still No Shrimp
A Tavern Scene Part 1 - "Ever heard of a chastity cage?"
A Tavern Scene Part 2 - Drunk Elves, Shrimp Dinners, and Dungeon Masters From The Future
A Tavern Scene Part 3 - Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, - Time Travel, Chastity Cages, and Whores
He Kills People With Candy (The 7th Letter To Home)
ZooLock Again - Off To Talk to Merchants About Murder #2
Three Days, Three Murders, & Still No Shrimp Dinners
Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches
The Missing Children Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah Warned Of
Explosions From The Sea
A Hurricane Hits The Lighthouse
The Blind Phooka
You Always See The Pony?
Murder #4 & Questions About The Black Tower
Pumpkins, Blueberries, and Shrimp
The Thullids Arrive In Town
Investigating Murder #5
ZooLock's Thullid Cultists
Where Are You Hiding That Horse?
Murder #6 - The Red Herring Murder
Murder #6 - The Real Murder
The First Try At Entering Black Tower
The Black Tower's Garden of Death
The Hostess Twinkie Aisle of Biddeford Wal-Mart
Elves In Chandeliers
Aardsvorkus Muddsburge & The Crystal cave of Time and Necromancy
The Train Station
Back At The Tavern
Mallac and The Murder Weapon
Mallac And The Shambling Dead - No Spell Is Ever without A Price
Why is there an elephant in my bed?
"Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcid a kcus! Kcuf!"
Another Night, Another Murder (Murder #7)
HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower
Elwin
"My first thought was, where would a three year old put your bag of holding?"
The Oozing Plate Of Sugar Cookies Bludgeoned By The Courageous Alien Being Chased By A Bloodthirsty Crazed Celebrity Chef
Elwin and The Town Full of Dead Children
Glimmer Monks wear nothing underneath their robes...
Can Unicorns conceal themselves amongst normal horses and pick them off in secret?
The Thullids Are Gathering Around The Golden Rooster
A Bag Full of Pickled Jellyfish
Back At Black Tower
The Bottomless Pit
I'm HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower, of The Castle of Blood and Death
Necromancers Don't Wear Pink
BoomFuzzy's Evil Army of Blood Thirsty Marshmallow Tutti-Frutti Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies
The Cult of The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish
The Pregnant Jellyfish and The Murdered Half-Elf
The Wrath of The Pink Necromancer
Darkness Falls
Back To Black Tower Again
The Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13
On Board The VISION-D8
Elwin Again (The End?)
The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.
While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.
The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.
EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.
A staple in every story that features GhoulSpawn, is his glittering technicolour herd of sheep, that gather around him to listen as he reads Dungeon's & Dragons manuals, while sitting in a red armchair, in the middle of some field.
I own the red chair, btw, which you see me sitting in in my BookTube videos while I read. You can see it in this video here:
The 2 most common reader questions asked about GhoulSpawn are:
The first story to feature Gremlin as a main character was The Wild Years, published in 1987. In this story he is a member of PETA on a mission to shut down Procter & Gamble, after encountering a local sheep farm that supplies lambs for Iams dogfood. In the slaughterhouse on the farm is a conveyor belt, onto which baby lambs are herded, then dropped into a grinder where they are chopped up while still alive.
If you have a stomach strong enough to view such things, you can see BOTH the Proctor & Gamble animal by-product grinder and McDonald's hamburger making grinder in this video here, which shows it being used on baby chickens and baby cows.
(The chicken grinder shown in this video is P&G's Iams dog food processing plant and the cow grinder seen here are Mcdonald's hamburgers be made for you.)
Please be warned, this anti-war, human rights, and animal rights protest video shows EXTREMELY GRAPHIC real life footage of poachers, slaughterhouses, human trafficing, KKK attacks, beheaded ISIS victims, and children killed by landmines.
VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED!
Back to GhoulSpawn, the series' resident uber extreme animal rights activist...
This was a very real farm and a very real machine which I had seen when I was 8 years old, and was the reason I became an animal rights activist and a vegetarian. This aspect of GhoulSpawn's character, his being a vegan animal rights activist with a vendetta against P&G is based off my own life. (If you did not know, I am the founder of the real world Procter & Gamble Boycott and many of the Twighlight Manor books were written specifically for the boycott, thus why a character like The Gremlin took centre stage.)
Readers came to know that if Gremlin was in the story, so too would be references to the evils of Procter & Gamble, Iams dogfood's horrific sheep grinding machine, and mysterious disappearing sheep, along with his random ramblings against McDonald's, Burger King, and other giants in the animal abuse industry.
Unfortunately for GhoulSpawn, he's often rambling on deaf ears, as Quaraun, Unicorn, and others from the 1400s, have no way to comprehend the future atrocities being described by the time traveller. The reactions of people from the 1400s varies from thinking GhoulSpawn is a raving lunatic (thus why he is dubbed "GhoulSpawn the Crazed") to people understanding that he has seen something which has horribly upset him and feeling pity for him, but not really being able to understand exactly what he is talking about.
And then, when he can't get people to listen to him, he starts pulling sheep out of his pockets, not realizing that back in the 1400s he's surrounded by superstitious people who view magic, Wizards, and such things as evil sorcery and people practicing them as witches to be burned and destroyed. As a teenager from the 1970s, GhoulSpawn has as much trouble comprehending the 1400s mind as they have comprehending him.
As no one but GhoulSpawn can get anything out of or even see anything in his pockets, he can safely stuff sheep in his pockets and then innocently stand there while people run around like mad trying to figure out where all the sheep are disappearing to. He'll stuff another sheep in his pockets every time no one is looking and will continue to do this until the entire herd is gone/in his pockets. At which point he'll then jump back in his 1974 AMC Gremlin, fly back to the 1400s and set the sheep loose in green pastures.
GhoulSpawn has a particular affinity for Cotswold sheep, and his habit of stealing/rescuing sheep and taking them to the past, is used as an explanation for why Cotswolds were so very overpopulated in Medieval times, yet today are considered an endangered species.
Over the years it became a running gag in the series for other characters to bully and tease Gremlin claiming he had a sex fetish for sheep. However, GhoulSpawn does not have sex with his sheep and often seen deeply upset over the accusation. Because most people in the 1400s do not believe GhoulSpawn is a time traveller from the future, they say that he made up his story of rescuing sheep from "the gambler" to cover up habits of beasillity. Quaraun and Unicorn remain two of the only people to believe GhoulSpawn's story as he has taken them to the future and they have seen the things he speaks of for themselves.
The reason for GhoulSpawn's obsession with sheep, is a secret he rarely reveals and is known only to his closet friends: while the series often bills him as a half-Elf, leaving people to assume in also half-Human, is is rather instead half-Demon, specifically he is an Uruisg, which is a Scottish Sheep Demon, a man with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a Cotswold sheep.
In keeping with the actual Irish, Welsh, and Scottish folklore about Uruisg, GhoulSpawn is somewhat of a trickster and causes chaos to ensure whenever he is around. Also like the actual folklore he is a notorious thief and pickpocket, compulsively unable to control his urge to simply pick up and take every shiny object he sees.
This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.
In the Twighlight Manor series he is known as The Gremlin.
Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon.
GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul".
GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.
The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.
GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.
The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.
After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.
Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.
GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.
There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.
GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.
Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence.
Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.
GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.
Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.
This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.
GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.
For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.
For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.
You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:
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This novel was originally written in: 2014 - 2016
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This novel was originally written on: 2014 - 2016
This page last updated on: June 17, 2017
I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.
~EelKat
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The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.
Phrases he yells from the truck include:
"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"
"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"
if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"
He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"
My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.
After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here: https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw
This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.
As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.