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Explosion at R.M. Palmer chocolate factory in Pennsylvania leaves 2 dead, others missing and injured
2023.03.25 05:55 tonnie_taller Explosion at R.M. Palmer chocolate factory in Pennsylvania leaves 2 dead, others missing and injured
An explosion at a historic chocolate factory in southeastern Pennsylvania left two people dead, several missing and eight others injured Friday afternoon. West Reading Borough Police Department Chief Wayne Holben confirmed two fatalities and nine missing after an explosion at the R.M. Palmer Co. chocolate factory in West Reading shortly before 5 p.m. Tower Health … Continue reading Explosion at R.M. Palmer chocolate factory in Pennsylvania leaves 2 dead, others missing and injured
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2023.03.25 05:01 Harbinger_51 I do a job for the government none of you know about. You should.
It was a beautiful day in the fall, and though being in the middle of nowhere in Ohio isn’t exactly my ideal setting for an assignment, it could have been worse. Opening my windows, listening to music, and getting a good whiff of country air is a nice contrast to being cooped up in cities like I’m used to. The sight of brown stalks of corn populating the miles of fields along the road was welcome, as was the cool and clean smell of the air. It’s a good thing these jobs don’t involve much interaction with people. Unfortunately, some level of interaction is inevitable.
On my way to this one, I got a speeding ticket from a cop at some little local department. Though I was, in fact, speeding, I got the feeling that he also didn’t so much like seeing a fed in his neck of the woods. The local police aren’t a fan of us, so I’ve come to learn. They tend to get suspicious of us, thinking we’re up to some top-secret mission behind their backs. I guess they would be right.
I kept driving down the gravel road until the navigation let me know my destination was coming up on the right. Turning down the radio as I approached, I glanced toward the empty fields and the woods that met them beyond. I then turned into the long dirt driveway leading to our civilians’ house and garage.
I rolled up and parked with my trunk facing the porch. Stepping out, I got another whiff of the fresh country air and looked at the area of operations that lay before me. I was surprised at the amount of land and space that I had at my disposal. Space is good for these jobs. Additionally, I was informed that there weren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting.
After stretching and letting out a light sigh, I decided it was time to get to work. I pulled the keychain out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It seemed like a nice enough place. It was certainly nothing worth complaining about given the conditions of houses I’ve faced in my previous assignments. I went back outside to my massive, government-issued vehicle and opened the trunk.
I pulled the first couple of duffel bags worth of equipment out and brought them inside. The kitchen was as good a place as any to set up. After making five or six trips of dragging heavy bags and boxes of my junk into the house, I went back outside to open the garage. Thank God we were able to catch this case early and the civilians were able to make it out in time. It also meant I got room in the garage to park this thing. All that remained in the truck was the large metallic box, but I wasn’t going to need that until later.
I shut the trunk and pulled my vehicle into the garage, closing it on my way out. I stepped back into the house where I changed from my suit to my gear. Wearing the suit all day annoys me but I suppose the higher-ups want us to look like good, “friendly” feds to the public. The public has no idea the kind of monsters we are.
I unpacked box after box of equipment and weapons. I loaded up my Glock 17 with its extended 30-round magazine just as I did with my standard .556 rifle. I checked the laser sights on both. All good. Next was my favorite, the.338 with the best scope you could ever ask for. It sure is nice having a virtually infinite budget. Perks of working for the US federal government I suppose. The final firearm I brought was my personal .357 magnum revolver that I kept holstered on my chest. I figure it’s never a bad idea to have one more gun, just in case. Maybe I should have brought more on this one. If things got too close, I always had my hunting knife. I sharpened it that morning before heading out.
The next few hours consisted of me going out into the woods near the house in various places and setting up dozens of my little cameras equipped with motion sensors. They were there to give me an idea of the location of anything that got brave enough to get close to the fields that surrounded the house, I would be able to know about anything that was coming to me. I didn’t take too much caution in setting them up. Things never get interesting until nightfall.
I returned to the house where I turned on my laptop and assured that all the cameras were connected and working. I could see every single one of them from there and would know if anything so much as moved. I then got situated on a chair by the kitchen table, where I opened the window and set up my .338 rifle to watch the fields with.
I suppose it would be worth mentioning why I’m out here, setting up fancy equipment in the woods and loading up an arsenal of guns while I’m alone in a farmhouse that isn’t mine. Let’s back it up.
March 1st, 2017, 3:33 am, Iowa
Dispatch gets a call from a local farmer. He claims to be looking at a figure standing still at the edge of a treeline on his property. The description given by the farmer was that of a man of average stature and build, clothed in a loose black or grey shirt and trousers and a large-brimmed hat.
The farmer tells dispatch that he had awoken abruptly roughly an hour earlier, unspecified as to why. He spotted the figure outside his kitchen window soon after. The figure had been standing near the edge of a row of trees. It was facing the house and hadn’t moved a muscle since the farmer noticed him. The farmer quickly retrieved his rifle and walked out onto his lawn, proceeding to brandish his firearm and tell the trespasser that this property was his and to leave immediately. The farmer, seeing that the man remained unthreatened by his warning and display of a firearm, retreaded back into his home to retrieve his phone and call 9-1-1 as he continued to watch the figure from his porch.
During this call, the farmer’s voice was noticeably nervous and frightened. The desperate tone and quivering speech continued to worsen as he went on explaining the situation to dispatch. Dispatch instructed the farmer to remain where he stood and not to approach the trespasser. Dispatch reassured the farmer that the police were on their way. A few quiet and uneventful minutes passed. Then, without warning, the farmer let out a horrified scream through the phone. The call was disconnected seconds later.
The police began their over 40-minute drive to the residence. Halfway to their arrival, multiple new calls were coming to dispatch from the farmer’s neighbors. They reported seeing a large stack of smoke coming from the farmer’s home, and the closest reported seeing the house on fire.
By the time police arrived, the house had burned to the ground. The fire department arrived shortly after but oddly enough, the fire had completely subsided. What remained was the charred crumbs of what was once a house. The firefighters that arrived on site were bewildered by how quickly the fire must have burned the house. There was no explanation they could fathom.
The police searched the nearby fields and woods for the farmer and alleged trespasser to no avail, however, their search was quickly called back upon the findings of the firefighters in the house. The man’s charred bones were found beneath the rubble but not as they should have been. It became clear after further investigation that the man’s limbs were ripped from his body before it was incinerated at an impossible speed. 4 .308 bullet casings were found where the porch of the house used to be. The rifle was found just outside of the house, unscathed despite its proximity to such a violent fire. Forensics confirmed that the rifle had fired these casings but the bullets themselves were never found.
This was the first, but far from the last.
October 28th, 2017, 11:07 pm, Montana
Dispatch gets a call from a rancher who spotted a woman in an old-fashioned black and white dress and wearing a linen cap. The rancher claimed the woman was standing amongst his cattle and not moving. The rancher expressed no panic or concern for his safety over the phone, but rather a concern for the woman in the field. The rancher also noted that his cattle kept their distance around the woman.
An ambulance arrived at 11:29. Paramedics found no trace of the alleged woman. They walked to the entrance of the rancher’s house and discovered his door to be unlocked and open. After calling for the rancher and getting no response, they stepped inside to be greeted by the corpse of the rancher, hanging from a noose in his stairwell. The man had no history of mental illness and none of his relatives or acquaintances had any reason to believe he was suicidal. Additionally, an autopsy report concluded that both arms were broken in multiple places as well as every finger as if they had been crumpled together by a great force. He could not have tied the noose himself.
November 29th, 2018, 2:06 am, Wisconsin
Dispatch gets a call from another farmer. He had spotted a woman in an old black and white dress and linen cap. The woman had been standing in the long driveway from the road to his house, lit by the lamp that covered it. She stood motionless in the cold, windy, and heavily snowing weather. The farmer and his wife were later found under a collapsed wall of their crumpled house with stones placed on top. They had been placed in a seemingly orderly fashion until there was enough weight to crush their bones.
This happens to be the first incident we have on record with photo evidence. A trail cam owned by the farmer and his wife a few acres away from the house caught a picture the night of the incident. It caught a picture of the woman exactly as the farmer had described. Black and white dress, white linen camp. It looked as though she had stepped through time from hundreds of years before and placed like a mannequin in front of the camera.
May 30th, 2019, Minnesota
September 3rd, 2019, Nebraska
January 4th, 2020, South Dakota
I could go on but the point is that these incidents have been happening more and more frequently and they aren’t stopping. We do know what they are, or at least what they’re supposed to represent to us.
Every single one of these “people” lived in North America during the witch trials. We don’t believe they were the ones who were executed. We believe they were the ones who made the accusations, the ones who got their neighbors killed, the ones who carried out the executions and now they’re back to kill again.
Luckily, my department picked up on these patterns early on and designated a team to deal with them. There are a few hundred of us. I am in the dark about what everyone does exactly. I haven’t met many but I do know that some find potential incidents, some investigate, some deal with the cover-up and handling the publicity, and then, of course, there are the ones you send in to eradicate the problem. That’s where I come in.
I am here to hunt them down, to put them back in their graves so it would seem. Sometimes I get here before they’ve claimed a victim, sometimes after. But their reign of terror comes to an end with me. They’ve never gotten away from me, and I have never failed an assignment. I didn’t plan on this night being any different.
A beep sounded from my laptop screen as an outline from one of the cameras lit up, indicating that the motion sensor detected movement. It had been quiet since I set it up, there was not even the slightest sign of wildlife. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. I leaned forward and intently examined the camera that had been triggered. There was nothing to see. Another sensor triggered. Again, the camera showed nothing. My eyes darted from camera to camera, looking for motion. Another camera triggered, though all that I caught sight of was a shaking tree branch. There was no wind today. Another. This time I saw it. A dog-looking figure darted across the camera in only a few frames, but I knew it was no dog.
I turned my attention from the cameras to the field in front of me, where the movement had come from. I got behind my rifle and looked down the scope to the treeline in the distance. My heart began to pound in my chest at an intense tempo.
I could feel the adrenaline kicking in while I scanned the edge of the field for movement. All that greeted me was the orange glint of the setting sun on the treeline and the tiny shadows of the little stumps of corn stalks in the otherwise empty field. It was silent. Not even a wind accompanied me this evening, though I can’t complain. It’s better for shooting.
For a few minutes, I continued to run my scope along the treeline, occasionally getting a peek with my own eyes. It was during one of these peeks when I noticed a color out of place, in between a couple of trees on the other side of the field—some sort of black-and-white spec that was there not a second before. I lowered my head down, back behind the scope, and centered it. As I steadied the scope, a man-like figure standing at the edge of the field came into focus.
It wore black, tattered rags of clothing that hung loosely on its rigid frame. It stood still, stiff as a board. Its eyes were fixed on something ahead of it. It took me a moment to realize it was focused on me. It didn’t move a muscle, not even blinking as it stared.
I came to my senses and prepared to do my job. I flipped the safety off of my rifle and centered my crosshairs on its chest. I began to breathe deeply, my finger on the trigger, ready to pull but I didn’t take the shot, not yet. I saw it start to move.
Even with the distance between us, my scope made the picture of this figure clear as day. The movement came from only one part of its body; its mouth. First, its crusty lips detached from one another and the mouth began to open. Steadily, it opened more, and more all the while the rest of its body and head remained fixed. Its jaw sank to what should have been all the more it could, but it didn’t stop. It fell further, dipping down below its chest, its skin like a stretched rubber band waiting to snap, though it didn’t, it kept stretching.
Still stiff as a board, the man-like thing remained with its eyes locked on me while its mouth sat open, impossibly wide. It stood still with its hanging jaw for a moment, a moment I shouldn’t have given it. Now I knew I had my target. I began to apply pressure to the trigger before I was stopped, shaken by a force.
A scream, like a choir of souls in despair being dragged off to hell, with the power of a thousand horns sounding the start of a medieval battle rung through the fields. Its volume caused flocks of birds in the nearby trees to fly away in a panic, its bass shuddered through my chest and left me too hypnotized to pull the trigger. I’ll never get used to hearing one of them scream.
“Here we go”
I muttered to myself, the only thought I could conjure from my brain at the moment.
Closing its mouth, it leaped forward and reached for the ground in front of it with its hands fixed like claws. As soon as they met the ground, the feet followed and planted themselves quickly so that it could boost itself forward once again. It had begun its terrible charge. All the while, its face remained fixed on me, rotting teeth exposed and clenched in rage. The speed at which it rushed across the empty field would make a deer running for its life look lazy in comparison, but I was the prey here.
Though my heart began to race at the sight of this abomination barreling toward me, this anomaly of hatred and hunger bound to flesh, I remained calm. I began to steady my breathing, taking control of each breath, in and out.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Squeeze.
The crack of the shot rang out through the dimming sky and the field before me, my response to its enraged scream. I remained fixed on the target, observing the spatter of blood as it shot from its back. It began to scream again, this time rapidly and desperate in tone. I quickly moved the bolt and chambered the next round, accompanied by the soft ring of the brass bouncing on the floorboards under my chair.
Although I managed to land a clean shot to the chest, it didn’t do much. It kept running, keeping on at its same speed. Though now it changed its direction and was running adjacent to my position in the house. It was trying to flank me. It wanted to find a way around my line of sight. I couldn’t let it.
Again, I took control of my breathing. Slowly, I drifted my rifle on the bipod until the creature came back into view. Its limbs pounded at the ground with speed and power as it propelled itself across the field. I’ll never get used to seeing one run either.
Starting behind it, I continued to move the scope, just fast enough to begin gaining on him, just fast enough to let the crosshairs catch up. Inhale. Exhale. The crosshairs slowly began to overtake it. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
I chambered the next round quickly. This shot brought him to the ground, but it didn’t keep him there. After a short tumble, it rose and began to run again, this time back towards the woods it came from. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
The third shot grazed its back. Frustrated, I chambered another round and took aim, but it was far too late. Before I could even begin to line up my fourth shot, it had taken one final leap from the field back into the treeline it came from.
I let out a sigh and hung my head in disappointment. I knew what I had to do next but I sure as hell didn’t want to. The last flickers of sunlight shone through the open window and lit my .338 rifle as I reloaded the magazine. I sat and stared blankly at the screen in front of me, hoping a camera would pick up some sort of movement that could clue me into wherever it ran off to. Knowing my luck, I shouldn’t have expected it to.
After coming to terms with reality, I stood up and grabbed my .556, slinging it around my body and letting it hang in front of me. I aimed it down, looking through its sight and testing its laser again before checking the chamber. Good to go. Next, I adjusted the night vision set to my head before picking up my .338 and heading for the door. As I stepped outside, I let out another sigh, this one of stress. Hunting these things at night, on their own turf is never as fun, nor as easy as finishing them quickly from a distance but what choice did I have? I just wanted to get it over with.
I flipped down my goggles and switched them on, illuminating the dark field in green and white. I began my long walk across. It took me longer than expected. The speed of that monstrosity caused me to underestimate the size of the field. Each step I took was slow and quiet. I didn’t want the crunch of my feet meeting the dirt and remnants of corn stalks to disturb my hearing. If that thing made a noise, I needed to hear it. If only I could have quieted my incessant heavy, nervous breathing too.
I was not even halfway to the treeline when I reached the first pool of blood, where I had shot it for the second time, and it decided to retreat. Bits of flesh were scattered about the ground, but I didn’t care to stop and look. Instead, I focussed on the blood I could see that led back into the woods.
Any experienced hunter has had to track a deer or two. It can be very frustrating. The trail isn’t always so clear, and you never know how far it has gotten. In my case, I knew this thing was still alive, and it was angry.
I continued my walk, splitting my attention between the blood trail on the ground and the treeline in front of me, scanning for movement and listening. If I was lucky enough, it would have gotten bold and tried to take me down in the field. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Silently, I followed the trail until it met the woods. I stopped walking and calmed myself.
I didn’t want to go past those damn trees, but there was no avoiding it. I had a job to do. I extended the bipod of my .338 and lowered it to the ground before raising the stock of my other rifle to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and resumed my walk, now even slower and more cautious. At least now my heavy breathing would be drowned out by the sound of snapping twigs beneath my feet.
Immediately upon entering the woods, I spotted the next sight of blood. It came from a tree branch, its leaves covered in the dripping crimson liquid. I walked up to observe, only to notice more blood on the branch above that one. And the next. I noticed the pattern and followed each branch up, one by one, each with its leaves covered in blood. Suddenly a mass moved on top of the tree next to the one I was looking up at.
I swung my rifle up, pointing above me at the top of the trees. The mass turned and into view came two glowing eyes, like white lights in my night vision. It opened its mouth again to let out another deafening scream but I raised my rifle and took aim. Its scream was cut short by a bang from my barrel and the thud of the rounds meeting flesh. I was only able to squeeze half a dozen rounds off before it leaped away, to the tops of the neighboring trees.
I kept shooting as it jumped from one tree to another, though within seconds it was out of my line of sight. I charged through the woods after it and watched it leap impossible distances, shaking trees so hard I thought some might snap. All the while I kept trying and failing, to line up a clean shot. The ones I did manage to squeeze off were either misses or ineffective.
Even at the full-on sprint that I managed to sustain for a good few minutes, I was barely able to keep up. I almost abandoned the chase entirely before I saw an opportunity. There was a clearing ahead. A trail. The distance across was far too wide for it to jump. It took a sharp right once it realized this and began jumping from tree to tree along the trail. I rushed into the opening before kneeling to line up a shot. I followed it with my sights, tracking the timing of each leap, and letting t it land and leap once more before it settled on a new tree. I shot off two more rounds as it braced to leap again.
They were perfectly placed and its body tumbled in the air and crashed violently to the ground. Having lined up my sight, I squeezed the trigger again to hear the absence of a gunshot, replaced by the click of the firing pin in the empty chamber. I screamed curses at myself as I quickly exchanged magazines. By the time I looked up, the body was already gone.
I got to my feet and continued down the trail at a jog-like pace with my rifle at the ready. I was beginning to get frustrated more than anything. I’ve put dozens of these things in the ground before, I didn’t understand why was I having such a hard time with this one. As I approached a curve in the trail, I slowed my pace and brought the stock of my rifle back to my shoulder. I approached the curve from the outside of the trail, trying to get a clear view of what was beyond when my head violently snapped to the left.
My vision went suddenly dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't dead, nor was I unconscious. Something hit my night vision goggles and knocked them clear off of my head, breaking the mount they sat on. My eyes were only beginning to adapt to the dark when another object came flying towards my head, narrowly missing as it whistled forcefully past my ear. It was a rock, around the size of a football. I couldn’t help but glance behind me in astonishment at the object that had nearly decapitated me before turning my attention back to what threw it.
Sure enough, there it was. Standing behind the trees at the corner of the path. I let my anger take control and began to fire rapidly at its torso. My disregard for accuracy hardly mattered at this range. Regrettably, it meant I was now closer than I would have liked and it began to charge. I landed shot after shot. Blood spurted from its back and painted the tree branches and leaves that it passed as it barreled toward me.
Again, my magazine went empty. Instead of bothering to reload a new one, I quickly drew my Glock and continued my rapid fire on the beast. It broke into the clearing and fell to all fours before it leaped forward and ran as it had done in the field. It closed the distance between us in seconds.
A hand clenched around my throat and I was lifted off of the ground like a feather. It kept running, past the edge of the clearing and carrying me into the woods. I continued to pepper it at point-blank range with my pistol. Between shots, I could hear its hysterical laughter directed at my futile efforts. Its face smiled with a look of sadistic insanity.
I continued shooting until my magazine went dry and I was stuck with an empty gun. With nothing else I could do, I began to beat its face with the empty pistol. This seemed to piss it off. It violently threw me through the air. I felt my body snap dozens of branches before I met the ground and rolled uncontrollably.
Recovering quickly, I grasped the rifle still slung around me and replaced the empty magazine with a new one. It was mere feet away from me when I started to fire. I got a few shots off before it grabbed my arm. This time I whipped the barrel of my rifle up, clubbing it hard across the face. It let out a short, irritated scream. I thrust my barrel at the top of its head, knocking it back as it emitted another angry grunt. It reached up with its left arm and tried to grab the barrel before half of its fingers were blown off by my next shot. It recoiled its arm in pain before swinging it back at me.
Upon contact, my rifle flew out of my hands and the sling came undone from my body as it was thrown far into the woods behind me. I attempted to retreat before he grabbed me with his right hand, and what remained of his left around my neck. Again, I was picked up and it carried me, this time only a short distance to a tree. My back cracked as I was slammed into the bark.
It looked up at me and smiled again.
“We killed our sinners, we brought justice to our land. We brought justice for God”
I ignored its foul speech, lifting an arm and hooking it across the face with a firm punch. It had no effect.
“You are all sinners, and you will die for your sins as they did”
Again, I struggled and pummeled its face with everything I could muster but it still did nothing.
“Now go and burn in the lake of fire”
It shouted, before laughing with a dozen sadistic voices all coming from its mouth.
It opened its mouth and its jaw was once again stretched to what should be an impossible level. It lowered me until I was level with it. It moved its open mouth toward my head, shaking with rage. Its teeth now inches from my face. Its breath, foul. With my left arm, I drew my knife, slashing it across the chest before plunging it into its neck. I hooked a punch with my right arm that finally caused it to stumble. It wound up its own punch and let it loose. I narrowly escaped, ducking out of the way before its fist met the tree and went right through, splitting it in half before the wood tumbled to the ground.
I took this opportunity to draw my .357. He recovered from its punch and faced me, pulling the knife from its neck and letting blood spurt and gush. It stared me down as it slowly approached, ready to deliver its finishing blow.
Its head was shaking now, harder than ever in anger, its mouth hung open to half its capacity where it showed its rows of rotting human teeth. I raised my revolver and attempted to steady my sights but I was too shaky. I quickly collected myself. Inhale. Exhale. The front sight became level with the rear. Squeeze.
The recoil caused the gun to rise enough for me to get a look at the damage. I clipped its mouth, in the corner of its jaw. It hung open, with one side detached completely. It wailed in pain as it gargled its blood and crumbled to the ground. I aimed again, cocking the hammer. Squeeze. With the second round, I detached its jaw completely.
“Let’s see you bite me now, fucker”
I painfully muttered with anger. It dropped my knife and was now laying flat on its back, breathing heavily. I approached, cocking the revolver again as I did. It reached out with its mangled hand but I kicked it away before placing my barrel to its skull. Squeeze. And then silence.
After dragging the body back to the field, I spent the next few hours retrieving my lost and damaged equipment, as well as tediously finding every one of my cameras. I then retrieved my vehicle and drove it to the edge of the field. There was just one more thing to do.
I opened my trunk and pulled out the metallic box. I don’t understand why they make these things so goddamn heavy. I opened it and placed the corpse inside before securing the extremely heavy-duty lock. Next was the hole. It wasn’t easy digging after I had been roughed up and tossed around by an undead religious maniac with superhuman strength, but at least this was the last thing I had to do.
I finished digging the hole, placed the metal casket inside, and covered it up. From there, I collected my equipment, packed it up, and took off. Supposedly there’s a cleanup crew that comes in after we’re done with these missions and destroys any bizarre evidence.
I suspect they take the body as well. Where do they take it? What do they do with it? I have no clue but I’ve been strictly reminded to not ask questions on the matter and to just stick to doing my job. Still, I always find myself wondering.
What I have even more questions about is why these things exist in the first place. What the hell is going on? Why them? Why now? Has this been going on for longer than I know? Am I being lied to? What happens next, in the future, if this keeps going on? It’s only been getting worse. They’ve only been popping up more and more frequently. When does it end? Does it end?
I have more questions than I do answers but what I can tell you is that this problem isn’t going away anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse. There are only going to be more of them, not less. The death toll will only continue to rise. People are going to find out sooner or later. It might as well be now. Maybe we will stop them. Maybe this will all come to an end one day, or maybe we are the ones who are all going to meet our end. Either way, I’ll be there to see it.
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On my way to this one, I got a speeding ticket from a cop at some little local department. Though I was, in fact, speeding, I got the feeling that he also didn’t so much like seeing a fed in his neck of the woods. The local police aren’t a fan of us, so I’ve come to learn. They tend to get suspicious of us, thinking we’re up to some top-secret mission behind their backs. I guess they would be right.
I kept driving down the gravel road until the navigation let me know my destination was coming up on the right. Turning down the radio as I approached, I glanced toward the empty fields and the woods that met them beyond. I then turned into the long dirt driveway leading to our civilians’ house and garage.
I rolled up and parked with my trunk facing the porch. Stepping out, I got another whiff of the fresh country air and looked at the area of operations that lay before me. I was surprised at the amount of land and space that I had at my disposal. Space is good for these jobs. Additionally, I was informed that there weren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting.
After stretching and letting out a light sigh, I decided it was time to get to work. I pulled the keychain out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It seemed like a nice enough place. It was certainly nothing worth complaining about given the conditions of houses I’ve faced in my previous assignments. I went back outside to my massive, government-issued vehicle and opened the trunk.
I pulled the first couple of duffel bags worth of equipment out and brought them inside. The kitchen was as good a place as any to set up. After making five or six trips of dragging heavy bags and boxes of my junk into the house, I went back outside to open the garage. Thank God we were able to catch this case early and the civilians were able to make it out in time. It also meant I got room in the garage to park this thing. All that remained in the truck was the large metallic box, but I wasn’t going to need that until later.
I shut the trunk and pulled my vehicle into the garage, closing it on my way out. I stepped back into the house where I changed from my suit to my gear. Wearing the suit all day annoys me but I suppose the higher-ups want us to look like good, “friendly” feds to the public. The public has no idea the kind of monsters we are.
I unpacked box after box of equipment and weapons. I loaded up my Glock 17 with its extended 30-round magazine just as I did with my standard .556 rifle. I checked the laser sights on both. All good. Next was my favorite, the.338 with the best scope you could ever ask for. It sure is nice having a virtually infinite budget. Perks of working for the US federal government I suppose. The final firearm I brought was my personal .357 magnum revolver that I kept holstered on my chest. I figure it’s never a bad idea to have one more gun, just in case. Maybe I should have brought more on this one. If things got too close, I always had my hunting knife. I sharpened it that morning before heading out.
The next few hours consisted of me going out into the woods near the house in various places and setting up dozens of my little cameras equipped with motion sensors. They were there to give me an idea of the location of anything that got brave enough to get close to the fields that surrounded the house, I would be able to know about anything that was coming to me. I didn’t take too much caution in setting them up. Things never get interesting until nightfall.
I returned to the house where I turned on my laptop and assured that all the cameras were connected and working. I could see every single one of them from there and would know if anything so much as moved. I then got situated on a chair by the kitchen table, where I opened the window and set up my .338 rifle to watch the fields with.
I suppose it would be worth mentioning why I’m out here, setting up fancy equipment in the woods and loading up an arsenal of guns while I’m alone in a farmhouse that isn’t mine. Let’s back it up.
March 1st, 2017, 3:33 am, Iowa
Dispatch gets a call from a local farmer. He claims to be looking at a figure standing still at the edge of a treeline on his property. The description given by the farmer was that of a man of average stature and build, clothed in a loose black or grey shirt and trousers and a large-brimmed hat.
The farmer tells dispatch that he had awoken abruptly roughly an hour earlier, unspecified as to why. He spotted the figure outside his kitchen window soon after. The figure had been standing near the edge of a row of trees. It was facing the house and hadn’t moved a muscle since the farmer noticed him. The farmer quickly retrieved his rifle and walked out onto his lawn, proceeding to brandish his firearm and tell the trespasser that this property was his and to leave immediately. The farmer, seeing that the man remained unthreatened by his warning and display of a firearm, retreaded back into his home to retrieve his phone and call 9-1-1 as he continued to watch the figure from his porch.
During this call, the farmer’s voice was noticeably nervous and frightened. The desperate tone and quivering speech continued to worsen as he went on explaining the situation to dispatch. Dispatch instructed the farmer to remain where he stood and not to approach the trespasser. Dispatch reassured the farmer that the police were on their way. A few quiet and uneventful minutes passed. Then, without warning, the farmer let out a horrified scream through the phone. The call was disconnected seconds later.
The police began their over 40-minute drive to the residence. Halfway to their arrival, multiple new calls were coming to dispatch from the farmer’s neighbors. They reported seeing a large stack of smoke coming from the farmer’s home, and the closest reported seeing the house on fire.
By the time police arrived, the house had burned to the ground. The fire department arrived shortly after but oddly enough, the fire had completely subsided. What remained was the charred crumbs of what was once a house. The firefighters that arrived on site were bewildered by how quickly the fire must have burned the house. There was no explanation they could fathom.
The police searched the nearby fields and woods for the farmer and alleged trespasser to no avail, however, their search was quickly called back upon the findings of the firefighters in the house. The man’s charred bones were found beneath the rubble but not as they should have been. It became clear after further investigation that the man’s limbs were ripped from his body before it was incinerated at an impossible speed. 4 .308 bullet casings were found where the porch of the house used to be. The rifle was found just outside of the house, unscathed despite its proximity to such a violent fire. Forensics confirmed that the rifle had fired these casings but the bullets themselves were never found.
This was the first, but far from the last.
October 28th, 2017, 11:07 pm, Montana
Dispatch gets a call from a rancher who spotted a woman in an old-fashioned black and white dress and wearing a linen cap. The rancher claimed the woman was standing amongst his cattle and not moving. The rancher expressed no panic or concern for his safety over the phone, but rather a concern for the woman in the field. The rancher also noted that his cattle kept their distance around the woman.
An ambulance arrived at 11:29. Paramedics found no trace of the alleged woman. They walked to the entrance of the rancher’s house and discovered his door to be unlocked and open. After calling for the rancher and getting no response, they stepped inside to be greeted by the corpse of the rancher, hanging from a noose in his stairwell. The man had no history of mental illness and none of his relatives or acquaintances had any reason to believe he was suicidal. Additionally, an autopsy report concluded that both arms were broken in multiple places as well as every finger as if they had been crumpled together by a great force. He could not have tied the noose himself.
November 29th, 2018, 2:06 am, Wisconsin
Dispatch gets a call from another farmer. He had spotted a woman in an old black and white dress and linen cap. The woman had been standing in the long driveway from the road to his house, lit by the lamp that covered it. She stood motionless in the cold, windy, and heavily snowing weather. The farmer and his wife were later found under a collapsed wall of their crumpled house with stones placed on top. They had been placed in a seemingly orderly fashion until there was enough weight to crush their bones.
This happens to be the first incident we have on record with photo evidence. A trail cam owned by the farmer and his wife a few acres away from the house caught a picture the night of the incident. It caught a picture of the woman exactly as the farmer had described. Black and white dress, white linen camp. It looked as though she had stepped through time from hundreds of years before and placed like a mannequin in front of the camera.
May 30th, 2019, Minnesota
September 3rd, 2019, Nebraska
January 4th, 2020, South Dakota
I could go on but the point is that these incidents have been happening more and more frequently and they aren’t stopping. We do know what they are, or at least what they’re supposed to represent to us.
Every single one of these “people” lived in North America during the witch trials. We don’t believe they were the ones who were executed. We believe they were the ones who made the accusations, the ones who got their neighbors killed, the ones who carried out the executions and now they’re back to kill again.
Luckily, my department picked up on these patterns early on and designated a team to deal with them. There are a few hundred of us. I am in the dark about what everyone does exactly. I haven’t met many but I do know that some find potential incidents, some investigate, some deal with the cover-up and handling the publicity, and then, of course, there are the ones you send in to eradicate the problem. That’s where I come in.
I am here to hunt them down, to put them back in their graves so it would seem. Sometimes I get here before they’ve claimed a victim, sometimes after. But their reign of terror comes to an end with me. They’ve never gotten away from me, and I have never failed an assignment. I didn’t plan on this night being any different.
A beep sounded from my laptop screen as an outline from one of the cameras lit up, indicating that the motion sensor detected movement. It had been quiet since I set it up, there was not even the slightest sign of wildlife. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. I leaned forward and intently examined the camera that had been triggered. There was nothing to see. Another sensor triggered. Again, the camera showed nothing. My eyes darted from camera to camera, looking for motion. Another camera triggered, though all that I caught sight of was a shaking tree branch. There was no wind today. Another. This time I saw it. A dog-looking figure darted across the camera in only a few frames, but I knew it was no dog.
I turned my attention from the cameras to the field in front of me, where the movement had come from. I got behind my rifle and looked down the scope to the treeline in the distance. My heart began to pound in my chest at an intense tempo.
I could feel the adrenaline kicking in while I scanned the edge of the field for movement. All that greeted me was the orange glint of the setting sun on the treeline and the tiny shadows of the little stumps of corn stalks in the otherwise empty field. It was silent. Not even a wind accompanied me this evening, though I can’t complain. It’s better for shooting.
For a few minutes, I continued to run my scope along the treeline, occasionally getting a peek with my own eyes. It was during one of these peeks when I noticed a color out of place, in between a couple of trees on the other side of the field—some sort of black-and-white spec that was there not a second before. I lowered my head down, back behind the scope, and centered it. As I steadied the scope, a man-like figure standing at the edge of the field came into focus.
It wore black, tattered rags of clothing that hung loosely on its rigid frame. It stood still, stiff as a board. Its eyes were fixed on something ahead of it. It took me a moment to realize it was focused on me. It didn’t move a muscle, not even blinking as it stared.
I came to my senses and prepared to do my job. I flipped the safety off of my rifle and centered my crosshairs on its chest. I began to breathe deeply, my finger on the trigger, ready to pull but I didn’t take the shot, not yet. I saw it start to move.
Even with the distance between us, my scope made the picture of this figure clear as day. The movement came from only one part of its body; its mouth. First, its crusty lips detached from one another and the mouth began to open. Steadily, it opened more, and more all the while the rest of its body and head remained fixed. Its jaw sank to what should have been all the more it could, but it didn’t stop. It fell further, dipping down below its chest, its skin like a stretched rubber band waiting to snap, though it didn’t, it kept stretching.
Still stiff as a board, the man-like thing remained with its eyes locked on me while its mouth sat open, impossibly wide. It stood still with its hanging jaw for a moment, a moment I shouldn’t have given it. Now I knew I had my target. I began to apply pressure to the trigger before I was stopped, shaken by a force.
A scream, like a choir of souls in despair being dragged off to hell, with the power of a thousand horns sounding the start of a medieval battle rung through the fields. Its volume caused flocks of birds in the nearby trees to fly away in a panic, its bass shuddered through my chest and left me too hypnotized to pull the trigger. I’ll never get used to hearing one of them scream.
“Here we go”
I muttered to myself, the only thought I could conjure from my brain at the moment.
Closing its mouth, it leaped forward and reached for the ground in front of it with its hands fixed like claws. As soon as they met the ground, the feet followed and planted themselves quickly so that it could boost itself forward once again. It had begun its terrible charge. All the while, its face remained fixed on me, rotting teeth exposed and clenched in rage. The speed at which it rushed across the empty field would make a deer running for its life look lazy in comparison, but I was the prey here.
Though my heart began to race at the sight of this abomination barreling toward me, this anomaly of hatred and hunger bound to flesh, I remained calm. I began to steady my breathing, taking control of each breath, in and out.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
Squeeze.
The crack of the shot rang out through the dimming sky and the field before me, my response to its enraged scream. I remained fixed on the target, observing the spatter of blood as it shot from its back. It began to scream again, this time rapidly and desperate in tone. I quickly moved the bolt and chambered the next round, accompanied by the soft ring of the brass bouncing on the floorboards under my chair.
Although I managed to land a clean shot to the chest, it didn’t do much. It kept running, keeping on at its same speed. Though now it changed its direction and was running adjacent to my position in the house. It was trying to flank me. It wanted to find a way around my line of sight. I couldn’t let it.
Again, I took control of my breathing. Slowly, I drifted my rifle on the bipod until the creature came back into view. Its limbs pounded at the ground with speed and power as it propelled itself across the field. I’ll never get used to seeing one run either.
Starting behind it, I continued to move the scope, just fast enough to begin gaining on him, just fast enough to let the crosshairs catch up. Inhale. Exhale. The crosshairs slowly began to overtake it. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
I chambered the next round quickly. This shot brought him to the ground, but it didn’t keep him there. After a short tumble, it rose and began to run again, this time back towards the woods it came from. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
The third shot grazed its back. Frustrated, I chambered another round and took aim, but it was far too late. Before I could even begin to line up my fourth shot, it had taken one final leap from the field back into the treeline it came from.
I let out a sigh and hung my head in disappointment. I knew what I had to do next but I sure as hell didn’t want to. The last flickers of sunlight shone through the open window and lit my .338 rifle as I reloaded the magazine. I sat and stared blankly at the screen in front of me, hoping a camera would pick up some sort of movement that could clue me into wherever it ran off to. Knowing my luck, I shouldn’t have expected it to.
After coming to terms with reality, I stood up and grabbed my .556, slinging it around my body and letting it hang in front of me. I aimed it down, looking through its sight and testing its laser again before checking the chamber. Good to go. Next, I adjusted the night vision set to my head before picking up my .338 and heading for the door. As I stepped outside, I let out another sigh, this one of stress. Hunting these things at night, on their own turf is never as fun, nor as easy as finishing them quickly from a distance but what choice did I have? I just wanted to get it over with.
I flipped down my goggles and switched them on, illuminating the dark field in green and white. I began my long walk across. It took me longer than expected. The speed of that monstrosity caused me to underestimate the size of the field. Each step I took was slow and quiet. I didn’t want the crunch of my feet meeting the dirt and remnants of corn stalks to disturb my hearing. If that thing made a noise, I needed to hear it. If only I could have quieted my incessant heavy, nervous breathing too.
I was not even halfway to the treeline when I reached the first pool of blood, where I had shot it for the second time, and it decided to retreat. Bits of flesh were scattered about the ground, but I didn’t care to stop and look. Instead, I focussed on the blood I could see that led back into the woods.
Any experienced hunter has had to track a deer or two. It can be very frustrating. The trail isn’t always so clear, and you never know how far it has gotten. In my case, I knew this thing was still alive, and it was angry.
I continued my walk, splitting my attention between the blood trail on the ground and the treeline in front of me, scanning for movement and listening. If I was lucky enough, it would have gotten bold and tried to take me down in the field. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Silently, I followed the trail until it met the woods. I stopped walking and calmed myself.
I didn’t want to go past those damn trees, but there was no avoiding it. I had a job to do. I extended the bipod of my .338 and lowered it to the ground before raising the stock of my other rifle to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and resumed my walk, now even slower and more cautious. At least now my heavy breathing would be drowned out by the sound of snapping twigs beneath my feet.
Immediately upon entering the woods, I spotted the next sight of blood. It came from a tree branch, its leaves covered in the dripping crimson liquid. I walked up to observe, only to notice more blood on the branch above that one. And the next. I noticed the pattern and followed each branch up, one by one, each with its leaves covered in blood. Suddenly a mass moved on top of the tree next to the one I was looking up at.
I swung my rifle up, pointing above me at the top of the trees. The mass turned and into view came two glowing eyes, like white lights in my night vision. It opened its mouth again to let out another deafening scream but I raised my rifle and took aim. Its scream was cut short by a bang from my barrel and the thud of the rounds meeting flesh. I was only able to squeeze half a dozen rounds off before it leaped away, to the tops of the neighboring trees.
I kept shooting as it jumped from one tree to another, though within seconds it was out of my line of sight. I charged through the woods after it and watched it leap impossible distances, shaking trees so hard I thought some might snap. All the while I kept trying and failing, to line up a clean shot. The ones I did manage to squeeze off were either misses or ineffective.
Even at the full-on sprint that I managed to sustain for a good few minutes, I was barely able to keep up. I almost abandoned the chase entirely before I saw an opportunity. There was a clearing ahead. A trail. The distance across was far too wide for it to jump. It took a sharp right once it realized this and began jumping from tree to tree along the trail. I rushed into the opening before kneeling to line up a shot. I followed it with my sights, tracking the timing of each leap, and letting t it land and leap once more before it settled on a new tree. I shot off two more rounds as it braced to leap again.
They were perfectly placed and its body tumbled in the air and crashed violently to the ground. Having lined up my sight, I squeezed the trigger again to hear the absence of a gunshot, replaced by the click of the firing pin in the empty chamber. I screamed curses at myself as I quickly exchanged magazines. By the time I looked up, the body was already gone.
I got to my feet and continued down the trail at a jog-like pace with my rifle at the ready. I was beginning to get frustrated more than anything. I’ve put dozens of these things in the ground before, I didn’t understand why was I having such a hard time with this one. As I approached a curve in the trail, I slowed my pace and brought the stock of my rifle back to my shoulder. I approached the curve from the outside of the trail, trying to get a clear view of what was beyond when my head violently snapped to the left.
My vision went suddenly dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't dead, nor was I unconscious. Something hit my night vision goggles and knocked them clear off of my head, breaking the mount they sat on. My eyes were only beginning to adapt to the dark when another object came flying towards my head, narrowly missing as it whistled forcefully past my ear. It was a rock, around the size of a football. I couldn’t help but glance behind me in astonishment at the object that had nearly decapitated me before turning my attention back to what threw it.
Sure enough, there it was. Standing behind the trees at the corner of the path. I let my anger take control and began to fire rapidly at its torso. My disregard for accuracy hardly mattered at this range. Regrettably, it meant I was now closer than I would have liked and it began to charge. I landed shot after shot. Blood spurted from its back and painted the tree branches and leaves that it passed as it barreled toward me.
Again, my magazine went empty. Instead of bothering to reload a new one, I quickly drew my Glock and continued my rapid fire on the beast. It broke into the clearing and fell to all fours before it leaped forward and ran as it had done in the field. It closed the distance between us in seconds.
A hand clenched around my throat and I was lifted off of the ground like a feather. It kept running, past the edge of the clearing and carrying me into the woods. I continued to pepper it at point-blank range with my pistol. Between shots, I could hear its hysterical laughter directed at my futile efforts. Its face smiled with a look of sadistic insanity.
I continued shooting until my magazine went dry and I was stuck with an empty gun. With nothing else I could do, I began to beat its face with the empty pistol. This seemed to piss it off. It violently threw me through the air. I felt my body snap dozens of branches before I met the ground and rolled uncontrollably.
Recovering quickly, I grasped the rifle still slung around me and replaced the empty magazine with a new one. It was mere feet away from me when I started to fire. I got a few shots off before it grabbed my arm. This time I whipped the barrel of my rifle up, clubbing it hard across the face. It let out a short, irritated scream. I thrust my barrel at the top of its head, knocking it back as it emitted another angry grunt. It reached up with its left arm and tried to grab the barrel before half of its fingers were blown off by my next shot. It recoiled its arm in pain before swinging it back at me.
Upon contact, my rifle flew out of my hands and the sling came undone from my body as it was thrown far into the woods behind me. I attempted to retreat before he grabbed me with his right hand, and what remained of his left around my neck. Again, I was picked up and it carried me, this time only a short distance to a tree. My back cracked as I was slammed into the bark.
It looked up at me and smiled again.
“We killed our sinners, we brought justice to our land. We brought justice for God”
I ignored its foul speech, lifting an arm and hooking it across the face with a firm punch. It had no effect.
“You are all sinners, and you will die for your sins as they did”
Again, I struggled and pummeled its face with everything I could muster but it still did nothing.
“Now go and burn in the lake of fire”
It shouted, before laughing with a dozen sadistic voices all coming from its mouth.
It opened its mouth and its jaw was once again stretched to what should be an impossible level. It lowered me until I was level with it. It moved its open mouth toward my head, shaking with rage. Its teeth now inches from my face. Its breath, foul. With my left arm, I drew my knife, slashing it across the chest before plunging it into its neck. I hooked a punch with my right arm that finally caused it to stumble. It wound up its own punch and let it loose. I narrowly escaped, ducking out of the way before its fist met the tree and went right through, splitting it in half before the wood tumbled to the ground.
I took this opportunity to draw my .357. He recovered from its punch and faced me, pulling the knife from its neck and letting blood spurt and gush. It stared me down as it slowly approached, ready to deliver its finishing blow.
Its head was shaking now, harder than ever in anger, its mouth hung open to half its capacity where it showed its rows of rotting human teeth. I raised my revolver and attempted to steady my sights but I was too shaky. I quickly collected myself. Inhale. Exhale. The front sight became level with the rear. Squeeze.
The recoil caused the gun to rise enough for me to get a look at the damage. I clipped its mouth, in the corner of its jaw. It hung open, with one side detached completely. It wailed in pain as it gargled its blood and crumbled to the ground. I aimed again, cocking the hammer. Squeeze. With the second round, I detached its jaw completely.
“Let’s see you bite me now, fucker”
I painfully muttered with anger. It dropped my knife and was now laying flat on its back, breathing heavily. I approached, cocking the revolver again as I did. It reached out with its mangled hand but I kicked it away before placing my barrel to its skull. Squeeze. And then silence.
After dragging the body back to the field, I spent the next few hours retrieving my lost and damaged equipment, as well as tediously finding every one of my cameras. I then retrieved my vehicle and drove it to the edge of the field. There was just one more thing to do.
I opened my trunk and pulled out the metallic box. I don’t understand why they make these things so goddamn heavy. I opened it and placed the corpse inside before securing the extremely heavy-duty lock. Next was the hole. It wasn’t easy digging after I had been roughed up and tossed around by an undead religious maniac with superhuman strength, but at least this was the last thing I had to do.
I finished digging the hole, placed the metal casket inside, and covered it up. From there, I collected my equipment, packed it up, and took off. Supposedly there’s a cleanup crew that comes in after we’re done with these missions and destroys any bizarre evidence.
I suspect they take the body as well. Where do they take it? What do they do with it? I have no clue but I’ve been strictly reminded to not ask questions on the matter and to just stick to doing my job. Still, I always find myself wondering.
What I have even more questions about is why these things exist in the first place. What the hell is going on? Why them? Why now? Has this been going on for longer than I know? Am I being lied to? What happens next, in the future, if this keeps going on? It’s only been getting worse. They’ve only been popping up more and more frequently. When does it end? Does it end?
I have more questions than I do answers but what I can tell you is that this problem isn’t going away anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse. There are only going to be more of them, not less. The death toll will only continue to rise. People are going to find out sooner or later. It might as well be now. Maybe we will stop them. Maybe this will all come to an end one day, or maybe we are the ones who are all going to meet our end. Either way, I’ll be there to see it.
2023.03.25 04:41 Prestigious_Gas6140 [REQUEST] [DISCUSSION] What's my ideology?
Social Policy
I am pro-choice up to viability.
I support funding for planned parenthood.
I support gay couples being able to adopt.
I think health insurers should be required to offer free birth control.
LGBTQ+ should be protected under anti-discrimination laws.
I support the death penalty, but the burden of proof should be raised.
Transgender athletes should not be allowed to compete against athletes that differ from their assigned sex at birth.
Government employees should be required to go through racial sensitivity training.
State governments should not be allowed to display the Confederate flag, propaganda of our enemies, or any traitorous material.
Assisted suicide for the terminally ill should be allowed.
Domestic Policy
I think there should be some more restrictions on the process of buying a gun, like having to get a license and getting liability insurance.
Victims of gun violence should be allowed to sue manufacturers and dealers.
I oppose an assault weapons ban, but I would not mind a voluntary gun buy-back.
I think every school should be required to have armed security.
Weed should be made legal nationwide, but other drugs should be kept illegal.
I oppose term limits in all offices.
I support the Patriot Act.
People on the no-fly list should not be allowed to purchase weapons until they are removed.
It should be illegal to burn the American flag.
The NSA should be allowed to collect metadata for citizens' phones.
I support net neutrality.
Redrawing of congressional districts should be controlled by an independent, non-partisan commission.
The government should regulate social media sites to prevent fake news and misinformation.
I oppose affirmative action.
I support eminent domain in cases of national emergency
The government should not cut funding or raise the retirement age for social security. It should only do those things if they have to save the program, like in France.
Traitors to the country should be locked up at ADX Florence
The Jan 6 rioters should be locked up for life.
Edward Snowden should be brought back to the US and locked up for life.
Environmental Policy
I think there should be more environmental regulations.
I support the Paris Climate Agreement.
Disposable plastics should be phased out over time.
I support nuclear energy
The government should give tax credits and subsidies to nuclear, wind, solar, etc.
We should not construct any new pipelines, and we should move pipelines that are near native American land.
I oppose fracking.
The US should not expand oil drilling.
We should increase spending on environmentally friendly public transportation.
The government should build a network of electric vehicle charging stations across the country.
I support a carbon tax and a gas tax.
Science Policy
I think there should be a vaccine mandate for all vaccines for all citizens within my country. Those who can not get them for health reasons are exempt.
We should increase funding to NASA, begin colonizing the moon and mars, and bring our military further into space.
Immigration Policy
More restrictions should be placed on our current border security policy.
I think the US should build a bigger and stronger wall across the US-Mexico border.
Immigration from countries that could be deemed a terror threat should be more scrutinized.
DACA children and future illegal immigrant children should be granted citizenship.
Working illegal immigrants should be given amnesty the rest should be deported.
End catch and release.
Immigrants should be required to pass a citizenship test, but it should be made more simple.
The US should increase the number of temporary work visas given.
I support dual citizenship.
Crime
I think we should increase funding to all law enforcement agencies across the US.
Every police officer within the country should be required to wear a body camera.
Police departments should continue to militarize.
I support mandatory minimum prison sentences for drug dealers.
Drug traffickers should receive tougher sentences.
I oppose private prisons.
I support qualified immunity for police officers.
Convicts should be allowed to vote after completing their sentence.
I support CCTV cameras being used by police with facial recognition.
Make fines proportional to income.
Healthcare
Health insurers should not be allowed to deny people who have a pre-existing condition.
Illegal immigrants should not have access to government healthcare.
Medicaid funding should be decreased and preferably repealed.
Medicare funding should be kept the same.
Most of Obamacare should be repealed, but some things from it should be kept.
Drug prices, for the most part, should not be regulated except in some rare cases.
The federal government should be allowed to negotiate drug prices for Medicare.
The government should increase funding for mental health treatment.
I oppose single-payer healthcare.
The government should increase funding to the WHO.
While Medicaid is around, people should be required to work to receive its benefits.
Veterans should have free healthcare and be able to see any doctor of their choice.
Businesses should be allowed to ask customers about their vaccination status.
Medical boards should penalize doctors that give health advice that contradicts contemporary scientific consensus.
Foreign Policy
pro-intervention
Military spending should be increased.
There should be two years of mandatory military service for all able-bodied citizens.
I support NATO and believe it should be expanded from just the north Atlantic to cover the whole world, that way, nations like Japan, and South Korea can join.
I support the UN for the most part.
Enhanced interrogation techniques should be allowed.
The government should attempt to influence foreign elections in countries that do not ally with the west.
We should conduct strikes against Iran.
The president should be able to authorize military force against any terrorist group without congressional approval.
I support drone strikes.
Foreign aid spending should be increased, but more should be done to keep it out of the hand of the wrong people. Foreign aid to some countries should be ended.
The US should continue to support Israel with more aid and support.
We should conduct strikes against North Korea.
We should mobilize the US military against Mexican Drug cartels
We should continue providing military supplies to Ukraine and increase the amount.
Russia should be designated as a state sponsor of terror.
After the war, Ukraine should join NATO.
We should not have withdrawn from Afghanistan.
The US should sell military weapons to India to counter Russian and Chinese influence
The military should upgrade Air Force One.
One day allied nations and militaries should unite into one country.
Education
I oppose President Biden's student loan forgiveness program.
I support the concept of common core.
I oppose the open for learning recovery benefit program.
I support charter schools
I support school vouchers as long as they don't go to a private religious school.
Economic policy
Cut most taxes and mostly deregulate except for some industries and things.
If taxes have to be raised to pay for some of these things, the tax that should be increased is the income tax, but overall I'd say make it a flat tax and remove deductions and loopholes.
Tie the minimum wage to inflation
Businesses should be required to provide maternity leave.
Reduce the national debt.
Welfare recipients should be tested for drugs.
Lower corporate tax to 15% but also eliminate deductions and loopholes.
If most of the jobs were taken over by automation, I'd support UBI
There should be more restrictions on current welfare benefits.
I think labor unions are good.
Lower capital gains tax.
I oppose economic stimulus unless we are in a 1929-type depression.
Lower the estate tax.
To combat tax evasion, increase the size of the IRS and the number of audits.
I support NAFTA
I support the TPP
I support total free trade with allied countries
Increase Tariffs on China and countries opposed to the US
Penalize businesses for operating within countries that are opposed to the west.
I support farm subsidies.
I support the federal reserve but believe it should be audited by congress.
Offer tax breaks to individual companies to keep jobs in the US.
I support increasing taxes on alcohol and tobacco as well as legalizing weed and taxing it.
I support increasing pension payments for government workers when we can.
Elections
I support voter ID, but it should be free.
Voting should be compulsory, and everyone should be registered once they turn 18.
The electoral college should be abolished.
There should be a limit to the amount of money a candidate can receive from a donor.
Politicians over 75 should have to pass a mental competency test.
My preferred style of government
A unitary government with a parliamentary system. I would also be open to having a constitutional monarch.
I am sorry for making this so long thank you to anybody that decides to read through this and respond.
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I am pro-choice up to viability.
I support funding for planned parenthood.
I support gay couples being able to adopt.
I think health insurers should be required to offer free birth control.
LGBTQ+ should be protected under anti-discrimination laws.
I support the death penalty, but the burden of proof should be raised.
Transgender athletes should not be allowed to compete against athletes that differ from their assigned sex at birth.
Government employees should be required to go through racial sensitivity training.
State governments should not be allowed to display the Confederate flag, propaganda of our enemies, or any traitorous material.
Assisted suicide for the terminally ill should be allowed.
Domestic Policy
I think there should be some more restrictions on the process of buying a gun, like having to get a license and getting liability insurance.
Victims of gun violence should be allowed to sue manufacturers and dealers.
I oppose an assault weapons ban, but I would not mind a voluntary gun buy-back.
I think every school should be required to have armed security.
Weed should be made legal nationwide, but other drugs should be kept illegal.
I oppose term limits in all offices.
I support the Patriot Act.
People on the no-fly list should not be allowed to purchase weapons until they are removed.
It should be illegal to burn the American flag.
The NSA should be allowed to collect metadata for citizens' phones.
I support net neutrality.
Redrawing of congressional districts should be controlled by an independent, non-partisan commission.
The government should regulate social media sites to prevent fake news and misinformation.
I oppose affirmative action.
I support eminent domain in cases of national emergency
The government should not cut funding or raise the retirement age for social security. It should only do those things if they have to save the program, like in France.
Traitors to the country should be locked up at ADX Florence
The Jan 6 rioters should be locked up for life.
Edward Snowden should be brought back to the US and locked up for life.
Environmental Policy
I think there should be more environmental regulations.
I support the Paris Climate Agreement.
Disposable plastics should be phased out over time.
I support nuclear energy
The government should give tax credits and subsidies to nuclear, wind, solar, etc.
We should not construct any new pipelines, and we should move pipelines that are near native American land.
I oppose fracking.
The US should not expand oil drilling.
We should increase spending on environmentally friendly public transportation.
The government should build a network of electric vehicle charging stations across the country.
I support a carbon tax and a gas tax.
Science Policy
I think there should be a vaccine mandate for all vaccines for all citizens within my country. Those who can not get them for health reasons are exempt.
We should increase funding to NASA, begin colonizing the moon and mars, and bring our military further into space.
Immigration Policy
More restrictions should be placed on our current border security policy.
I think the US should build a bigger and stronger wall across the US-Mexico border.
Immigration from countries that could be deemed a terror threat should be more scrutinized.
DACA children and future illegal immigrant children should be granted citizenship.
Working illegal immigrants should be given amnesty the rest should be deported.
End catch and release.
Immigrants should be required to pass a citizenship test, but it should be made more simple.
The US should increase the number of temporary work visas given.
I support dual citizenship.
Crime
I think we should increase funding to all law enforcement agencies across the US.
Every police officer within the country should be required to wear a body camera.
Police departments should continue to militarize.
I support mandatory minimum prison sentences for drug dealers.
Drug traffickers should receive tougher sentences.
I oppose private prisons.
I support qualified immunity for police officers.
Convicts should be allowed to vote after completing their sentence.
I support CCTV cameras being used by police with facial recognition.
Make fines proportional to income.
Healthcare
Health insurers should not be allowed to deny people who have a pre-existing condition.
Illegal immigrants should not have access to government healthcare.
Medicaid funding should be decreased and preferably repealed.
Medicare funding should be kept the same.
Most of Obamacare should be repealed, but some things from it should be kept.
Drug prices, for the most part, should not be regulated except in some rare cases.
The federal government should be allowed to negotiate drug prices for Medicare.
The government should increase funding for mental health treatment.
I oppose single-payer healthcare.
The government should increase funding to the WHO.
While Medicaid is around, people should be required to work to receive its benefits.
Veterans should have free healthcare and be able to see any doctor of their choice.
Businesses should be allowed to ask customers about their vaccination status.
Medical boards should penalize doctors that give health advice that contradicts contemporary scientific consensus.
Foreign Policy
pro-intervention
Military spending should be increased.
There should be two years of mandatory military service for all able-bodied citizens.
I support NATO and believe it should be expanded from just the north Atlantic to cover the whole world, that way, nations like Japan, and South Korea can join.
I support the UN for the most part.
Enhanced interrogation techniques should be allowed.
The government should attempt to influence foreign elections in countries that do not ally with the west.
We should conduct strikes against Iran.
The president should be able to authorize military force against any terrorist group without congressional approval.
I support drone strikes.
Foreign aid spending should be increased, but more should be done to keep it out of the hand of the wrong people. Foreign aid to some countries should be ended.
The US should continue to support Israel with more aid and support.
We should conduct strikes against North Korea.
We should mobilize the US military against Mexican Drug cartels
We should continue providing military supplies to Ukraine and increase the amount.
Russia should be designated as a state sponsor of terror.
After the war, Ukraine should join NATO.
We should not have withdrawn from Afghanistan.
The US should sell military weapons to India to counter Russian and Chinese influence
The military should upgrade Air Force One.
One day allied nations and militaries should unite into one country.
Education
I oppose President Biden's student loan forgiveness program.
I support the concept of common core.
I oppose the open for learning recovery benefit program.
I support charter schools
I support school vouchers as long as they don't go to a private religious school.
Economic policy
Cut most taxes and mostly deregulate except for some industries and things.
If taxes have to be raised to pay for some of these things, the tax that should be increased is the income tax, but overall I'd say make it a flat tax and remove deductions and loopholes.
Tie the minimum wage to inflation
Businesses should be required to provide maternity leave.
Reduce the national debt.
Welfare recipients should be tested for drugs.
Lower corporate tax to 15% but also eliminate deductions and loopholes.
If most of the jobs were taken over by automation, I'd support UBI
There should be more restrictions on current welfare benefits.
I think labor unions are good.
Lower capital gains tax.
I oppose economic stimulus unless we are in a 1929-type depression.
Lower the estate tax.
To combat tax evasion, increase the size of the IRS and the number of audits.
I support NAFTA
I support the TPP
I support total free trade with allied countries
Increase Tariffs on China and countries opposed to the US
Penalize businesses for operating within countries that are opposed to the west.
I support farm subsidies.
I support the federal reserve but believe it should be audited by congress.
Offer tax breaks to individual companies to keep jobs in the US.
I support increasing taxes on alcohol and tobacco as well as legalizing weed and taxing it.
I support increasing pension payments for government workers when we can.
Elections
I support voter ID, but it should be free.
Voting should be compulsory, and everyone should be registered once they turn 18.
The electoral college should be abolished.
There should be a limit to the amount of money a candidate can receive from a donor.
Politicians over 75 should have to pass a mental competency test.
My preferred style of government
A unitary government with a parliamentary system. I would also be open to having a constitutional monarch.
I am sorry for making this so long thank you to anybody that decides to read through this and respond.
2023.03.25 04:25 Lance_Hardwood_4837 Most (all) negative police interactions we see on video are from patrol officers. Anyone have positive/negative experiences with other departments?
Detectives and so forth.
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2023.03.25 04:21 Difficult_Fail9306 Testing for free
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2023.03.25 04:21 Difficult_Cellist783 Scottie Morris found alive!
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2023.03.25 04:14 frequencity Scottie Morris, the 14 year-old boy who'd been missing since last Thursday evening, has been found and is safe.
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2023.03.25 04:10 UIGoku420 Land Of The Free RP
!!!BETA TESTING PHASE!!!!!
Want to join a Community That cares?
Here at Land Of The Free Role Play we care about our Players. We are growing everyday. We are a Non-Whitelisted community. You must be 18+ to join. We only have one owner & not multiple owners.
For Limited Time:
● We are offering a 1 of 1 vehicle only you will have access too this one vehicle.
● We are offering $60,000.00 too all new EMS and Police New hires!!!
What can we offer?
●Player Owned Business
●Controller Friendly
●Custom Cars
●All business are paid with in-game money.
●Donation Cars
●Fly in bonuses
●Motor Cycle Clubs
●Gangs
●Fire Department
●Police
●EMS
●Hiring bonus
●Non-White Listed Server
●Taxi Job with updated Vehicles.
●Mining Job
●Trucking Logistics
●Car Rental
●$50,000.00 Starting Cash
We are currently Hiring for all Departments which is below.
•POLICE
•EMS
•FIRE
•Business' Owners
•Gang Members
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•Staff Team
•Highway Patrol Divison (COMING SOON)
NOTE: THIS IS NOT A 100K OR DIE SERVER.
https://discord.gg/KTHk5UQWf4
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Want to join a Community That cares?
Here at Land Of The Free Role Play we care about our Players. We are growing everyday. We are a Non-Whitelisted community. You must be 18+ to join. We only have one owner & not multiple owners.
For Limited Time:
● We are offering a 1 of 1 vehicle only you will have access too this one vehicle.
● We are offering $60,000.00 too all new EMS and Police New hires!!!
What can we offer?
●Player Owned Business
●Controller Friendly
●Custom Cars
●All business are paid with in-game money.
●Donation Cars
●Fly in bonuses
●Motor Cycle Clubs
●Gangs
●Fire Department
●Police
●EMS
●Hiring bonus
●Non-White Listed Server
●Taxi Job with updated Vehicles.
●Mining Job
●Trucking Logistics
●Car Rental
●$50,000.00 Starting Cash
We are currently Hiring for all Departments which is below.
•POLICE
•EMS
•FIRE
•Business' Owners
•Gang Members
•Motor Cycle Clubs
•Mechanics
•Discord Admins
•Moderators
•Staff Team
•Highway Patrol Divison (COMING SOON)
NOTE: THIS IS NOT A 100K OR DIE SERVER.
https://discord.gg/KTHk5UQWf4
2023.03.25 04:08 YrsaAse The best announcement we could have hoped for!
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2023.03.25 04:07 UIGoku420 Land Of The Free RP
!!!BETA TESTING PHASE!!!!!
Want to join a Community That cares?
Here at Land Of The Free Role Play we care about our Players. We are growing everyday. We are a Non-Whitelisted community. You must be 18+ to join. We only have one owner & not multiple owners.
For Limited Time:
● We are offering a 1 of 1 vehicle only you will have access too this one vehicle.
● We are offering $60,000.00 too all new EMS and Police New hires!!!
What can we offer?
●Player Owned Business
●Controller Friendly
●Custom Cars
●All business are paid with in-game money.
●Donation Cars
●Fly in bonuses
●Motor Cycle Clubs
●Gangs
●Fire Department
●Police
●EMS
●Hiring bonus
●Non-White Listed Server
●Taxi Job with updated Vehicles.
●Mining Job
●Trucking Logistics
●Car Rental
●$50,000.00 Starting Cash
We are currently Hiring for all Departments which is below.
•POLICE
•EMS
•FIRE
•Business' Owners
•Gang Members
•Motor Cycle Clubs
•Mechanics
•Discord Admins
•Moderators
•Staff Team
•Highway Patrol Divison (COMING SOON)
NOTE: THIS IS NOT A 100K OR DIE SERVER.
https://discord.gg/KTHk5UQWf4
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Want to join a Community That cares?
Here at Land Of The Free Role Play we care about our Players. We are growing everyday. We are a Non-Whitelisted community. You must be 18+ to join. We only have one owner & not multiple owners.
For Limited Time:
● We are offering a 1 of 1 vehicle only you will have access too this one vehicle.
● We are offering $60,000.00 too all new EMS and Police New hires!!!
What can we offer?
●Player Owned Business
●Controller Friendly
●Custom Cars
●All business are paid with in-game money.
●Donation Cars
●Fly in bonuses
●Motor Cycle Clubs
●Gangs
●Fire Department
●Police
●EMS
●Hiring bonus
●Non-White Listed Server
●Taxi Job with updated Vehicles.
●Mining Job
●Trucking Logistics
●Car Rental
●$50,000.00 Starting Cash
We are currently Hiring for all Departments which is below.
•POLICE
•EMS
•FIRE
•Business' Owners
•Gang Members
•Motor Cycle Clubs
•Mechanics
•Discord Admins
•Moderators
•Staff Team
•Highway Patrol Divison (COMING SOON)
NOTE: THIS IS NOT A 100K OR DIE SERVER.
https://discord.gg/KTHk5UQWf4
2023.03.25 04:05 XRainbowCupcakeX Confirmed
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2023.03.25 03:53 -en- @AP: An airline passenger who helped tackle a man trying stab a flight attendant with a broken metal spoon was honored Friday by his hometown police department in New Hampshire. https://t.co/mYxisatlQA
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2023.03.25 03:47 Fourhand America’s oldest police officer is retiring.
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2023.03.25 03:16 jellomellow000 Can I sue a cop for emotional damages? I was SA’d?
2 years ago I was SA’d by my uncle. I went to police and this cop only stood in the waiting room and jotted down a couple notes as my “statement” he victim blamed me HARD saying it was my fault for not saying “no” or “stop” even though I pushed my uncle and my uncle even asked “oh what I’m making you uncomfortable?” and I said “YES that’s extremely weird.” and my uncle said he didn’t care and kept going anyways. The cop said it wasn’t a crime because my uncle touched the sides of my breasts and not the fronts. The cop was recorded on the phone saying these nasty things to me. His anger, him saying my case isn’t going anywhere, blaming me for waiting, saying “next time, don’t wait so long.” saying “well you didn’t say stop” saying “people lie about this you know” all of it is recorded. He never sent my case to prosecutor because he personally thought I was lying. That’s not his decision.
I spoke to a new officer who is appalled that my case was left unfinished and swept under the rug for an entire year and no one else at the department noticed. New officer said he would “make it right” and took a real, detailed statement from me in an actual private room. He then sent it to the prosecutor. He also drove many miles to go confront my uncle. He never blamed me for a second or question my actions that night. He never suggested I was a liar. He just wrote down the facts and was polite, not angry. That’s how it should’ve been. But for that entire year of silence, I became an emotional wreck. I tried to kill myself shortly after that cop treated me like trash. I was ready to die and took many pills, but turns out klonopin can’t kill you no matter the amount. I killed my social life out of the fear that if I’m hurt again, the cops would just give me shit and there will be no justice. So why should I risk it? I won’t date men anymore. I quit my job (due to customer sexual harassment that I can’t emotionally handle anymore from ptsd) it ruined my life. I was unemployed for 9 months living off savings. Beyond depressed. Hiding indoors, a recluse. A nobody. Not dead but not alive.
I want my lost wages back. I want that cop to be fired. I want my sanity back. I’m angry each day that my uncle got away with assaulting me for over 1 year and still might get away with it. I’m angry that cop could be talking to CHILDREN like this. What is he saying to others besides me? “Sorry kid you didn’t say no when your dad molested you, so get lost. Next time don’t wait so long to report. People lie about this you know.” how can he get away with this.
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I spoke to a new officer who is appalled that my case was left unfinished and swept under the rug for an entire year and no one else at the department noticed. New officer said he would “make it right” and took a real, detailed statement from me in an actual private room. He then sent it to the prosecutor. He also drove many miles to go confront my uncle. He never blamed me for a second or question my actions that night. He never suggested I was a liar. He just wrote down the facts and was polite, not angry. That’s how it should’ve been. But for that entire year of silence, I became an emotional wreck. I tried to kill myself shortly after that cop treated me like trash. I was ready to die and took many pills, but turns out klonopin can’t kill you no matter the amount. I killed my social life out of the fear that if I’m hurt again, the cops would just give me shit and there will be no justice. So why should I risk it? I won’t date men anymore. I quit my job (due to customer sexual harassment that I can’t emotionally handle anymore from ptsd) it ruined my life. I was unemployed for 9 months living off savings. Beyond depressed. Hiding indoors, a recluse. A nobody. Not dead but not alive.
I want my lost wages back. I want that cop to be fired. I want my sanity back. I’m angry each day that my uncle got away with assaulting me for over 1 year and still might get away with it. I’m angry that cop could be talking to CHILDREN like this. What is he saying to others besides me? “Sorry kid you didn’t say no when your dad molested you, so get lost. Next time don’t wait so long to report. People lie about this you know.” how can he get away with this.
2023.03.25 03:14 solodavesolodave My neighbor across the street tried to light my car on fire. He is in jail now but will be released tomorrow.
I live in Pennsylvania. My neighbor across the street is mentally ill. He has been this way for a while, but in the past six months things have gotten worse. He came up to my next-door neighbors a few months ago and said "I will burn your fucking house down." He has been arrested several times, including once for burglary and crashing a car into a concrete barrier. He has been in and out of mental hospitals, but he always seems to come back to the house across the street. His poor father is doing everything he can but no one is helping him.
As the title indicates, he just tried to light my car on fire (he thinks my family is trying to kill his sister). He did manage to get a flame going, but fortunately it did not cause any visible damage to my car. The fire department is cleaning up most of the gas. My neighbor was arrested, but the police officer said he will likely be released tomorrow, and will probably come back to the house across the street. The officer's suggestion was to get security cameras.
While I intend to get cameras, I am not satisfied with this solution. I have two kids who wait at the bus stop right next to my house every day, sometimes with no adults present. I fear for their safety; they're a 15 second walk from this crazy man's house. Both my next-door neighbors and I are terrified of this person. He is clearly a danger to himself and others, and yet the municipality doesn't seem to be doing anything about it.
Do I have any legal options available to forcibly have this man committed or jailed? Is there any way I can petition my municipality, or the state, or anyone to do something about this? I no longer feel safe in my neighborhood.
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As the title indicates, he just tried to light my car on fire (he thinks my family is trying to kill his sister). He did manage to get a flame going, but fortunately it did not cause any visible damage to my car. The fire department is cleaning up most of the gas. My neighbor was arrested, but the police officer said he will likely be released tomorrow, and will probably come back to the house across the street. The officer's suggestion was to get security cameras.
While I intend to get cameras, I am not satisfied with this solution. I have two kids who wait at the bus stop right next to my house every day, sometimes with no adults present. I fear for their safety; they're a 15 second walk from this crazy man's house. Both my next-door neighbors and I are terrified of this person. He is clearly a danger to himself and others, and yet the municipality doesn't seem to be doing anything about it.
Do I have any legal options available to forcibly have this man committed or jailed? Is there any way I can petition my municipality, or the state, or anyone to do something about this? I no longer feel safe in my neighborhood.
2023.03.25 03:12 jellomellow000 Do I have any chance of suing a police officer for emotional damages?
USA, Ohio. 2 years ago I was SA’d by my uncle. I went to police and this cop only stood in the waiting room and jotted down a couple notes as my “statement” he victim blamed me HARD saying it was my fault for not saying “no” or “stop” even though I pushed my uncle and my uncle even asked “oh what I’m making you uncomfortable?” and I said “YES that’s extremely weird.” and my uncle said he didn’t care and kept going anyways. The cop said it wasn’t a crime because my uncle touched the sides of my breasts and not the fronts. The cop was recorded on the phone saying these nasty things to me. His anger, him saying my case isn’t going anywhere, blaming me for waiting, saying “next time, don’t wait so long.” saying “well you didn’t say stop” saying “people lie about this you know” all of it is recorded. He never sent my case to prosecutor because he personally thought I was lying. That’s not his decision.
I spoke to a new officer who is appalled that my case was left unfinished and swept under the rug for an entire year and no one else at the department noticed. A new officer said he would “make it right” and took a real, detailed statement from me in an actual private room. He then sent it to the prosecutor. He also drove many miles to go confront my uncle. He never blamed me for a second or question my actions that night. He never suggested I was a liar. He just wrote down the facts and was polite, not angry. That’s how it should’ve been. But for that entire year of silence, I became an emotional wreck. I tried to kill myself shortly after that cop treated me like trash. I was ready to die and took many pills, but turns out klonopin can’t kill you no matter the amount. I killed my social life out of the fear that if I’m hurt again, the cops would just give me shit and there will be no justice. So why should I risk it? I won’t date men anymore. I quit my job (due to customer sexual harassment that I can’t emotionally handle anymore from ptsd) it ruined my life. I was unemployed for 9 months living off savings. Beyond depressed. Hiding indoors, a recluse. A nobody. Not dead but not alive.
I want my lost wages back. I want that cop to be fired. I want my sanity back. I’m angry each day that my uncle got away with assaulting me for over 1 year and still might get away with it. I’m angry that cop could be talking to CHILDREN like this. What is he saying to others besides me? “Sorry kid you didn’t say no when your dad molested you, so get lost.” how can he get away with this.
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I spoke to a new officer who is appalled that my case was left unfinished and swept under the rug for an entire year and no one else at the department noticed. A new officer said he would “make it right” and took a real, detailed statement from me in an actual private room. He then sent it to the prosecutor. He also drove many miles to go confront my uncle. He never blamed me for a second or question my actions that night. He never suggested I was a liar. He just wrote down the facts and was polite, not angry. That’s how it should’ve been. But for that entire year of silence, I became an emotional wreck. I tried to kill myself shortly after that cop treated me like trash. I was ready to die and took many pills, but turns out klonopin can’t kill you no matter the amount. I killed my social life out of the fear that if I’m hurt again, the cops would just give me shit and there will be no justice. So why should I risk it? I won’t date men anymore. I quit my job (due to customer sexual harassment that I can’t emotionally handle anymore from ptsd) it ruined my life. I was unemployed for 9 months living off savings. Beyond depressed. Hiding indoors, a recluse. A nobody. Not dead but not alive.
I want my lost wages back. I want that cop to be fired. I want my sanity back. I’m angry each day that my uncle got away with assaulting me for over 1 year and still might get away with it. I’m angry that cop could be talking to CHILDREN like this. What is he saying to others besides me? “Sorry kid you didn’t say no when your dad molested you, so get lost.” how can he get away with this.
2023.03.25 02:56 Damned-scoundrel I don’t even know what to say
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2023.03.25 02:53 x3hunnabangg A character background for a story I may/ may not write.
I wrote this a while back and have only shared it with trustworthy friends. And now that I'm sharing it now publicly, I only ask that people are not too hurtful and are understanding. I'll try to accept any criticism that comes my way. Anyway, on with the writing piece!
Inside a workshop connected to a small house, there lived an engineer and an android that resembled a young woman. They lived a peaceful life, with her creator making various contraptions as she helped while being treated lovingly. One day, her creator was addressed by police under a lead that he's been illegally producing within his workshop and selling weapons to criminals who carried out great crimes. Unable to prove their innocence, they were apprehended and all of their assets were confiscated by the police department for investigation, including her.
With the thought that she was made to carry out illicit acts, they decided to scan through her memory. They disconnected her main power supply to study her memory without her resistance, but her internal backup provided her extra power for a few hours as she struggled against them. No memories were found revealing the creator was part of illegal acts, but instead had a relationship almost like family with the girl. As it was heart-rending to many, the chief wasn't so turned and instead decided to put the android up for auction once it wasn't considered tangible evidence.
When put up for auction, she was sold to a deejay who was interested in buying humanoid machines to bring attention to his music. He took her to his garage and gave her a fresh recharge before bringing her to life. One of the first systems booted up was her backup drive instilling the memories the officers thought they wiped from her. Upon her activation, she writhed and jerked aggressively as she last recalled struggling against the officers, before taking in her new and abrupt surroundings and laying eyes on the man who was just as shocked by her immediately fighting the air. She was hesitant to speak but felt he was far better than the cops. Not like she had much choice either.
Upon asking for the man's name, current location, and date, she was horrified to hear she was sold for auction, farther away from her father whom she cared for. She wanted to express that but it wasn't like this person would understand. She disliked the idea of being seen as someone's "property" since those that weren't her creator often treated them with less care. She wanted to return to her creator, however, she could.
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Inside a workshop connected to a small house, there lived an engineer and an android that resembled a young woman. They lived a peaceful life, with her creator making various contraptions as she helped while being treated lovingly. One day, her creator was addressed by police under a lead that he's been illegally producing within his workshop and selling weapons to criminals who carried out great crimes. Unable to prove their innocence, they were apprehended and all of their assets were confiscated by the police department for investigation, including her.
With the thought that she was made to carry out illicit acts, they decided to scan through her memory. They disconnected her main power supply to study her memory without her resistance, but her internal backup provided her extra power for a few hours as she struggled against them. No memories were found revealing the creator was part of illegal acts, but instead had a relationship almost like family with the girl. As it was heart-rending to many, the chief wasn't so turned and instead decided to put the android up for auction once it wasn't considered tangible evidence.
When put up for auction, she was sold to a deejay who was interested in buying humanoid machines to bring attention to his music. He took her to his garage and gave her a fresh recharge before bringing her to life. One of the first systems booted up was her backup drive instilling the memories the officers thought they wiped from her. Upon her activation, she writhed and jerked aggressively as she last recalled struggling against the officers, before taking in her new and abrupt surroundings and laying eyes on the man who was just as shocked by her immediately fighting the air. She was hesitant to speak but felt he was far better than the cops. Not like she had much choice either.
Upon asking for the man's name, current location, and date, she was horrified to hear she was sold for auction, farther away from her father whom she cared for. She wanted to express that but it wasn't like this person would understand. She disliked the idea of being seen as someone's "property" since those that weren't her creator often treated them with less care. She wanted to return to her creator, however, she could.
2023.03.25 02:21 UnusualGenePool Did we know NORAD sent fighters to intercept UAP 3 days before downing the spy balloon?
In this reddit post by u/dicedicedown this paragraph jumped out as news to me. Have we heard this before?
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Although this correspondence is focused primarily on the Chinese HAB, we are equally disappointed with the Department’s lack of transparency when it comes to the unprecedented shoot down of three UAP over Alaska, Northern Canada, and Lake Huron. We are aware NORAD was actively tracking UAP over Northern Alaska as early as February 1 prior to the Department updating radar parameters. We were never informed about the Department scrambling fighters to Northern Alaska to address UAP observed on February 1.
2023.03.25 02:16 ClarksvilleOnline Clarksville Police Department responds to Three Vehicle Crash on Martin Luther King Jr. Parkway at Madison Street
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2023.03.25 02:05 X_Act Just now: Posie Parker/Kellie-Jay Keen choked by someone on livestream as violent transactivist and AntiFa mob descended onto Let Women Speak event
Here's the link to that footage that just happened about an hour ago: https://www.youtube.com/live/eDuy2Kx2HlI?feature=share
^ The last 10 mins are when things really amp up, but the build-up is worth watching, too. Some backstory to how/why this happened:
Kellie-Jay Keen holds non-partisan events where she platforms individual people speaking about the fallout of self ID policies, how it conflicts with women's rights, how the medicalization of children is abuse, etc in response to the media blackout on these issues and women often being threatened, cancelled and attacked for voicing their concerns. She is often accused of being populist because she doesn't follow any particular orthodoxy and centers a specific issue and appeals to a wide variety of people vs some socialist left-wing radical feminists that would prefer to only organize with people who agree on 500 issues, rather than functionally having a mass movement.
This past year, she started a global tour of this. Almost all the events - which are just grassroots public events that anyone can attend - have transactivists and AntiFa basically using noise makers, sirens, screaming, banging pots and pans to drown out the speaking (but you can watch and hear pretty clearly through the livestreams, which are all on YouTube), and worse... physically assaulting usually middle-aged and elderly women. If the people who come for the purpose of disrupting the events actually took a second to logically deduce the history of these tactics, they'd know that we usually bring theatrics and noise makers to events we want media attention for (essentially bringing more attention to the issue they're attempting to silence).
Police departments are often shown seeming to reject coming out to protect the right of the event to be held (which looks to be happening at this New Zealand event...no police barrier), even with permits...or keeping police support as limited as possible so the events are barely functional or allowing physical violence often. They often seem to stand down until after the assaults happen.
But anyway, Kellie went viral in the Australian media for her event about a week ago in Melbourne, which had multiple groups come to protest, and a group of Nazis came to antagonize AntiFa and started doing their own event over a megaphone before being ushered around by police to do a march down the street. Don't know how they got what looked to be the king's treatment, meanwhile the Let Women Speak event appeared to be the only group that actually got a permit to hold an event and was descended on multiple times, leaving a woman knocked unconscious and transactivists punching horses (mounted cops) to break the police line to get into the Let Women Speak event....for saying controversial things like "keep men convicted with killing and raping women out of women's prisons." Actual Nazis...not descended on.
The Australian media and multiple politicians coordinated to create a narrative that Kellie-Jay Keen is allied with Nazis...or worse, literally a Nazi, that the event itself was a Nazi event, and they hang up the trans flag at parliament the next day to stand against Nazis. Nevermind the fact that the Let Women Speak event started with respecting Aboriginal land, that a variety of races were in attendance, that a couple of speakers were Indigenous and Aboriginal, that multiple people spoke about WoC. A guy who records political events does a good breakdown with some footage here of what he saw:
https://youtu.be/X-YJIepbGek
It's an ongoing thing to call everyone Nazis and fash, and it's been an ongoing thing to attempt to connect TERFs with Nazis specifically, but with a wide scale media and politician pushed narrative, it has really amped up and instigated the hate and a mob of people probably believing these women would be better off dead than speaking. They probably literally believe she's a Nazi.
Also, here's a pretty surprisingly proper documentary she put out of her USA tour of events she did the end of last year (free to watch):
https://youtu.be/QLkUQH81Tts
Here's a mini doc about the NYC event that went viral that got really out of control that wasn't included in the main documentary:
https://youtu.be/FpC1sv6oHME
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^ The last 10 mins are when things really amp up, but the build-up is worth watching, too. Some backstory to how/why this happened:
Kellie-Jay Keen holds non-partisan events where she platforms individual people speaking about the fallout of self ID policies, how it conflicts with women's rights, how the medicalization of children is abuse, etc in response to the media blackout on these issues and women often being threatened, cancelled and attacked for voicing their concerns. She is often accused of being populist because she doesn't follow any particular orthodoxy and centers a specific issue and appeals to a wide variety of people vs some socialist left-wing radical feminists that would prefer to only organize with people who agree on 500 issues, rather than functionally having a mass movement.
This past year, she started a global tour of this. Almost all the events - which are just grassroots public events that anyone can attend - have transactivists and AntiFa basically using noise makers, sirens, screaming, banging pots and pans to drown out the speaking (but you can watch and hear pretty clearly through the livestreams, which are all on YouTube), and worse... physically assaulting usually middle-aged and elderly women. If the people who come for the purpose of disrupting the events actually took a second to logically deduce the history of these tactics, they'd know that we usually bring theatrics and noise makers to events we want media attention for (essentially bringing more attention to the issue they're attempting to silence).
Police departments are often shown seeming to reject coming out to protect the right of the event to be held (which looks to be happening at this New Zealand event...no police barrier), even with permits...or keeping police support as limited as possible so the events are barely functional or allowing physical violence often. They often seem to stand down until after the assaults happen.
But anyway, Kellie went viral in the Australian media for her event about a week ago in Melbourne, which had multiple groups come to protest, and a group of Nazis came to antagonize AntiFa and started doing their own event over a megaphone before being ushered around by police to do a march down the street. Don't know how they got what looked to be the king's treatment, meanwhile the Let Women Speak event appeared to be the only group that actually got a permit to hold an event and was descended on multiple times, leaving a woman knocked unconscious and transactivists punching horses (mounted cops) to break the police line to get into the Let Women Speak event....for saying controversial things like "keep men convicted with killing and raping women out of women's prisons." Actual Nazis...not descended on.
The Australian media and multiple politicians coordinated to create a narrative that Kellie-Jay Keen is allied with Nazis...or worse, literally a Nazi, that the event itself was a Nazi event, and they hang up the trans flag at parliament the next day to stand against Nazis. Nevermind the fact that the Let Women Speak event started with respecting Aboriginal land, that a variety of races were in attendance, that a couple of speakers were Indigenous and Aboriginal, that multiple people spoke about WoC. A guy who records political events does a good breakdown with some footage here of what he saw:
https://youtu.be/X-YJIepbGek
It's an ongoing thing to call everyone Nazis and fash, and it's been an ongoing thing to attempt to connect TERFs with Nazis specifically, but with a wide scale media and politician pushed narrative, it has really amped up and instigated the hate and a mob of people probably believing these women would be better off dead than speaking. They probably literally believe she's a Nazi.
Also, here's a pretty surprisingly proper documentary she put out of her USA tour of events she did the end of last year (free to watch):
https://youtu.be/QLkUQH81Tts
Here's a mini doc about the NYC event that went viral that got really out of control that wasn't included in the main documentary:
https://youtu.be/FpC1sv6oHME