Update: November 7, 2022
This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
What's the inciting incident to your story?
What's the inciting incident to your story?
An inciting incident is an event that sets the plot of a book... it is also the topic of this page.
I am answering random questions today about world building, over on Reddit and decided to take my answers from there and expand upon them even further over here. So that's what this page is. Me rambling on about various aspects of world building techniques I use when writing the Quaraun series. The questions I am answering are embedded here. Clicking the link in the embedded question will take you to the original Reddit page where you can see the original answer along with other people's answers. If you wish to comment, you can do so on the Reddit page where a place to do so is provided.
Any ways, I found this question asking about inciting incidents, and what specifically the inciting incident of everyone's current story was. It got me wondering if I even have an inciting incident in any of my stories. You know me... grab a character and toss him into a portal, let it spit him out somewhere a random generator gave me on the fly, and run with it. That's how I write most of my novels and short stories.
I am almost tempted to go back into every story I've ever written to see if I can find the inciting incident of each one and figure out what exactly it is I do to come up with each inciting incident I've used in the past.
Why?
Well, because I've never in my life gone out of my way to sit down and ask: "Now what inciting incident should I use?"
It seems silly.
Of course, I've also never sat down and asked: "What plot should I use?" or "Should I write this theme or that theme?" In fact 90% of the questions newbie writers ask on Reddit and forums, leave me perplexed, baffled and confused as to why these so-called writers are incapable of thinking for themselves... I mean, they are supposed to be authors, right? And what do we authors do? We think of things to write.
Have you ever seen me ask a question on a forum... EVER?
No.
Why?
Because, I'm a writer. I write. I don't run around second guessing myself or bumming story ideas off others. Which is why I can't understand questions like: "Should I write this story or that story?" Honey, if you don't have enough will power to decide for yourself what story to write, then you have no business being in this business.
But what does that have to do with inciting incidents you ask? Well, quite a lot. You see, as it turns out, most of the people who answered, answered to say, they needed help thinking of an inciting incident, instead of saying, "Hey, I'm writing this, and the inciting incident is..."
Many of them didn't know what an inciting incident was.
An inciting incident is an event that sets the plot of a book. It's the thing that happens to cause your character to go: "OMG! I'm doing this..."
For example, the Quaraun series has lots of little inciting incidents in each novel, but the big inciting incident that pushes the entire series forward, is the death/suicide of Quaraun's lover. BoomFuzzy's death is the inciting incident that causes Quaraun to become a Necromancer, to try to resurrect his lover, and everything from that point on snowballs from there.
What's the inciting incident to your story?
What's the inciting incident to your story? from fantasywriters
I'm working on two right now. (Both novels for a long run series that already has several novels published, so dealing with already established characters here. All 3 of them are none human wizards, 2 are drug addicts and the other is a drug dealer. All 3 are on the run as wizards in this setting are basically "the scum of the earth" in the minds of most people. And as you'll notice, they often meet up with cultists and demons, it's kind of an ongoing theme in the series, and happens in both of these 2 I'm working on now.)
In one: The City of The Slushies...
The series has 3 main characters, 1 primary (Quaraun) and his 2 companions (BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn). At the beginning if this story, two of them wake up in a frozen desert with no idea where they are or how they got there or where their other companion is. As portals are a thing in this series and portals are unstable and can appear anywhere and send you anywhere (different time, different place, different realm, even to a different galaxy), they assume they were sucked up by a portal and spit out here.
After a while they run across the only city in this vast desert and discover it's a group of Humans lead by a friendly squid-headed demon. They soon start to realize something is very wrong with the city as the people seem to exists without ever eating food and only drink slushies all the time.
The entire culture is built around a religion that worships slushies, with each sect/branch of the religion divided by what flavour slushie it worships. (People who worship cherry slushies, for example, wear red, live in red houses, grow red flowers, only have red furnishings, and completely shun every one who worships any other flavour. Lemon slushie worshipers have yellow, raspberry slushy worshipers have blue, etc.)
They really don't want to get involved in what appears to be a very radical cult, but they need to find their friend and find a way back home (and find out where they are and how they got there, so they can figure out how to get back home.)
The inciting incident in this story is very simply, the fact that the three wizards want to go home. They do not want to be in this city. They don't even know how they got in this city. But they are trapped here until they can figure out a way to get back home.
In the other: The Summoner of Darkness
The main character, once again, Quaraun, is pregnant but he (yes, he, as in a pregnant male) is hiding it from the 2 companions he's travelling with (again BoomFuzzy and this time also ZooLock).
Quaraun is hiding the pregnancy, partly because he's not sure he's not imagining it (he's a drug addict so he's used to having strange hallucinations, but as he's now coming to realize this is not a hallucination this time, he's trying to stay off drugs, to not hurt the baby, which is not easy for him.)
He's also trying to figure out how it happened, as in how in the hell did he get pregnant when it's not possible for males to be pregnant?
At the same time he doesn't realize that one of his traveling companions is not the person he thinks they are, that they are really a Demon and are in fact aware he's pregnant and are also a cult leader and planning a gathering of cultists to sacrifice his other companion, because it's a Lovecraftian based story and the cultists believe the baby is the Elder God about to be reborn. So basically, he has to fight cultists, defeat tentacle demons, and figure out how to deal with being pregnant when males shouldn't be able to be pregnant in the first place.
In this story the inciting incident is the pregnancy itself.
So basically the inciting incident of both stories is:
"What the hell? What? Why? How? And HOW?"
>In my world the image of what a person saw before their death is actually imprinted in their eyes so my MCs really, really need the body gone.
Have you looked into the history of the Jack the Ripper case? It was believed, in that era, that the last image you saw was on the victims eyes, and so the already mutilated victims were further mutilated by the detectives and doctors who did all sorts of experiments on the victims eyes and brains hoping to get a glimpse of what Jack the Ripper looked like.
I was researching Jack the Ripper for a college essay a years ago, and I had found a person who had all sorts of newspaper clippings from the era. The reporters were allowed in to autopsy rooms back then, so the newspaper reports were filled with all sorts of details about what the doctors did in their attempts to get the images of Jack the Ripper's face off the eyes of the women he'd murdered.
Before I had studied the Jack the Ripper murder cases, I had no idea that people actually believed the image on the eye ball thing. I had heard of it used in novels before, but I didn't realize it was an actual real belief.
It's something you might want to look into for research for your story.
 
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