diary update

still up 2 date with all my college work, by completing all my assessments as soon as i get them i find i can focus more on study to keep me on track. not sure what else to write so will leave it at that.

Cool story bruh! part 7 last update

Hey nosleep. So sorry for the last story looking like the ramblings of a crazy person, my migraine at the time just kept getting worse and worse, and by the time I was done writing, I couldn't even proof read it or stare at my screen any longer, I was literally shaking with pain about to just kill myself to get it over with. Don't worry I'm not suicidal... well by suicidal I mean personally killing myself, I guess some would argue that what I did was suicide. In my opinion it was more of a game, but hey call me what you want I honestly don't really care. Anyways, I figure I'd leave one last quick update to let you guys know what's been going on, and it might just be the last day of my life, let me explain.

So I took my hard drive I had saved from the laptop I had gotten rid of to a buddy of mine who is a programmer to check for how the hell they hacked into my system. I wanted to keep it cause I had some shit I wanted on it that had sentimental value, and I didn't want to find all the songs and movies I'd downloaded all over again. Anyways, he transfered the things I still wanted over to my laptop, and ran all the files through a program to check for abnormal files or viruses hidden in any of the transferred data. He didn't find any so I was in the clear there. I didn't tell him what had happened in the past month, he just figured I was busy at work or whatever. He downloaded some security software on my new laptop and gave me a few tips on how to avoid my security from getting breached. I probably should of told him that it wasn't just some random guy hacking my system, but if I got into details it could possibly put him at risk so I just thanked him and went on my way.

As I was getting back to my hotel and going up to my room, I saw a man in a suit standing across the street, just... staring at me. I went inside freaking out and checked out the window every couple minutes to see if he was still there. After a few peaks of him still looking right at me, he got on his phone and eventually left.

Shortly after I went to a hotel, taking U-turns and back tracking to make sure I wasnt followed. I checked in and went to my room to check it out. I took my bug detector and went around the room. Nothing came up luckily. As I went outside to get my bags out of my bag, I felt like I was being watched again. I looked around thinking I was just being paranoid, and fucking again there was a different guy in a suit just watching me. Holy shit how many guys do they have watching me this time? And why haven't they just killed me already? Well I'll find out soon enough.

I went into my room and started thinking about everything that had happened since I killed Mike. I started thinking about the car crash I'd seen, and the people I saw in it. After thinking for hours the girl in the car that was t-boned, I did know her. She worked in a different branch for the company I used to work for. She didn't work in my building, and I didn't even know if she worked in the same city since my company was in several different states. But I was sure I've seen her in my office dropping papers off to my boss. Why her though? Was it a fluke? And then I thought about the cop afterwards. No one was around when I killed Mike. There was no report on the news about it. I wore gloves so there wouldn't be any prints, and I torched the whole fucking car. What the fuck is going on? Fuck it I had no idea, and I'm dead anyways.

I went to my computer and opened it to look up a good bar to get fucked up at. Another command bar was open and it said "We need to talk. Sunset Park, tomorrow _PM. Go to the south east corner. Come alone. If you pull anything you will be shot, don't be stupid."

Well fuck it, they know where I am anywhere I go. They have people everywhere, and I'm willing they'll go to any length to find me. Maybe they just haven't killed me yet cause they want a private place where it'll be easy to do it and to dispose of my body. I cant run anymore, I don't want to run anymore. I had the time of my life, and now it's not fun anymore. Oh well, I'll see what they want, and I'm gonna go get shit phased and have a good time. Later guys, and in the words of the famous Ron Burgundy, stay classy nosleep.

Oh before I go, I want to leave you guys with something. It was my favorite nosleep story I've ever read. You may not like it, but it's the only nosleep story that left me with my mouth gaping open, thinking about it's message while staring at the screen. I thought of it a few days ago, after thinking about what will happen if I did die. I tried hitting up the author to ask his permission to put it on my post, but it looks like he hasn't been on for the past 4 months. Anyways here it is, by user /u/ComeAlive116: I dreamt of Hell.

"When I came to, I was standing in a void with a thousand other people, all shoulder-to-shoulder with no room to breathe. The air was hot and stale. Nobody moved.

I took a deep breath and glanced around me. A cavernous ceiling encompassed us; a rocky ledge pressed up on our feet.

I stood on tiptoes to get a better view.

Wait... not a thousand people, more like a million. They went on for miles and miles on all sides. For several seconds, I could only stare.

I heard it before I saw it- the decomposing. A strange buzzing filled my ears as the people around me collapsed; moaning, groaning and foaming at the mouth. Eventually all that remained were the broken skulls, along with the flies and hornets crawling inside and out.

Back and forth. In and out.

I stood alone, nostalgic and lonely.

"Well, you made it."

I turned to face him. A bald head, Arabic beard. He was busy playing backgammon with an invisible opponent.

"Made it where?"

"To where do you think?" He picked up a white button and gently replaced it with a black one.

I felt something sink deep far inside me. My very soul turned dark and churned a bit, before settling out.

Fuck. Yeah, I knew where I was.

"You didn't believe in this place, did you?" he breathed, with the slightest of smiles.

"No sir." It was getting hotter.

He laughed. "You didn't want to believe, did you?"

"No sir. I didn't."

For the first time since waking up, I felt afraid. Terror began to sweep through my body like a wildfire. I was losing it. I fought to compose myself.

"You really had me fooled, you know. I was almost positive that none of this was real," I said shakily.

He smiled and nodded knowingly. I continued.

"They say the greatest trick you ever pulled was convincing the world that you don't exist."

The smile slowly faded. "No.. The greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the world that there was an alternative."

I paused and shivered. "You mean... there is no God?"

The devil began to chuckle. His laughter increased in intensity until it deafened my ears. Then he spoke, and the boom crushed my thoughts into a thousand fragmented shards. The cavern walls shook; his words were roared beyond my comprehension- each syllable a meaningless cacophony.

I jerked awake, screaming and clutching at my ear drums. Just a dream, it was just a dream. Several minutes passed as I sat in my bed, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

Then I heard again the devil's last words, this time softly whispered in my ear:

"I am God." "

cool story bruh! part 6

Hey nosleep, first off I want to apologize for taking so long to update, and secondly I want to apologize for not updating when I said I was going to when some of you guys asked. I currently have a massive fucking migraine, so I'll try to write as much as I can about the events that have been happening in the past few days, and then I'll continue on where part 5 left off. Thank you guys again for all the support and encouragement. I started this series simply in case the inevitable happened to me, I wanted at least one person in this world to know what really happened to the nameless, faceless author that types up these posts and puts them on the internet for everyone to see. They might be able to cover up any evidence they see fit to cover up, to make any tragic disaster look like an accident; but the one thing they couldn't do is erase the knowledge of what really took place that was now hidden deep inside that one persons mind. But instead of one person knowing the truth, something amazing happened and thousands, possibly tens of thousands of people that are located all over the globe now knew. And that was something that no company no matter how powerful could erase. So thank you guys, honestly I owe you.

I got done cleaning all my guns at the hotel room, and I then proceed to go to Walmart to get a few extra out door items along with the things I had brought from home in case I could no longer stay in a hotel room and had to do a little camping. I picked up about 10 of the 5 gallon propane containers, 2 big 10 gallon gasoline containers, a big bottle of Jack Daniels, and some other odds and ends to keep me sane if I had to wait for him, after all he did have a reputation for taking his time to prepare and plan for whatever he was about to do. Unless he was setting a trap for me, he really got shit moving when the ball was in his court. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't this time so I was prepared to wait. I stopped at a gas station to fill up my tank, and the 10 gallon gasoline drums I'd just bought. Once I was done I headed up to set up and wait. I arrived around 11 PM.

I told Mike to meet me out at Red Rock in 2 days from when I left him the note. I figured he was going to take the day in between to check out the place, for advantages an disadvantages, cover, terrain, and which spots would offer the greatest advantage over the other i.e. high ground with lots of cover. I had already done this the week before, and I luckily have spent my fair share of time in the area hiking along, just to get out of the city even it was just for a moment. You'd be surprised at how much more you take in when you hike alone and don't have any distractions. I knew this partiular area well, almost like the back of my hand. Mike didn't so I had a few ideas on where to lay a trap for him if he decided to come the next day and do some scouting. I knew he would be looking for good ambush areas, somewhere I wouldn't expect and where he would have an extreme tactical advantage. There was an area about 2 miles in from where the paved road turns into dirt, big boulders surround the road, along with tons of wild trees and bushes. Monsoon season was just coming to an end so the vegetation was nice and thick providing lots of sight coverage. I was planning on parking my car right after this area in order to provide the illusion that that's where I would ambush him, however there's a big over hanging plateau formation way in the distance, it had 3 great perch areas that looked over this entire stretch of road for about a mile and a half in each direction. This was my best chance I had, and I needed to take it.

I arrived at around 11 PM and parked my car way off the dirt road and out of the line of site from people who would be driving on it. I packed up all my gear I would need for the night and started the trek up to the area I chose to watch from. I only brought 2 of my guns, my 9mm just in case it's always good to have back up, and my baby that was a little hungry to do some hunting, the Barret 50 cal. I finally trekked up to the plateau and got the rifle set up for a good shot of incoming traffic. It was around midnight at this point and I figured I'd just relax with some jack and some shitty easy cook meals for a bit. I had no internet or phone service, so it was good ol fashion books and a few good comics to keep me entertained. I had other stuff back in the car but I was content for the night. Around 2:30 to 3 AM I heard a car coming down the dirt road toward me. I was a little curious as no one is usually out here at this time of night. I figured it was a park ranger, or some love crazy kids that just wanted to be alone. Wasn't worried about either as I had hidden the car extremely well, and didn't have any electronics or any other things that would alert people to looking up in my direction. I watched as the car got closer and closer to the area I was planning on leaving the car for Mike to see. The car, a blue TOYOTA RAV IV had rental stickers on the sides of the windows which made me think it was some tourists enjoying the desert at night. But then once I started thinking about it, someone who doesn't know the area, especailly while traveling at night wouldn't even leave the Scenic Route round about, let alone come to some random off trail in the middle of bum fuck egypt. It dawned on me that Mike probably had to rent a car as I... well blew his up. Oops. I waited for a minute and after being stopped at the area for a minute, someone got out of the car. And holy shit it was Mike. He had a fucking big ass bullet proof jacket on, along with some huge assult rifle. It looked like an AR-15 but way more decked out and more like something fucking Rambo would mow people in the rainforest down with. I waited for him to drop his guard an look around a bit and the I took a shot. Missed by a bit. Holy shit how dumb could I be I didn't reset the scope after cleaning the gun. Fucking details man. So I went to another perch point and reset the scope, and then I added a bit of other things into the equasion like distance and angle, and everything checked out. Mike was behind a boulder that was blocking my view from where I had first shot at him, but this new perch was just to the side of it. He slowly inched his way into my scope, and lined up a second shot. Boom, holy fuck this gun sounds beautiful. The bullet drop was a bit more than I anticipated so I hit him in his knee. The bullet blew his fucking leg completely off his body from the knee down. I shot at the gun 3 times to disable it and empty my clip. I made my way down to him and he was looking at me with a shocked look like how the fuck did you hit my leg. I put a tourniquet on his leg, but of course searched him for weapons first. He still had that original 9mm with the suppressor on he he first shot at me with. Memories man. I then shot him up with an epi pen I always kept in my first aid kit to keep him alive for a bit longer. A bit cruel, yes but I didnt want it to end just yet, I had other things for him to see. I dragged him over to his car and put him in the front seat so I could watch him. I went over to him with the bottle of jack and asked if he wanted a last drink. He sure took that fucking opportunity up thats for damn sure. I loaded all of the propane tanks into the back along with both of the gasoline containers. We drove for about 45 minutes, him barely awake, but still fully conscious, and really enjoying the jack. We got up a little ways on the back HWY to Mt. Charleston, and eventually got to a good straight away with a sharp turn at the end, with nothing but a little guard rail in between the road and about a 1300 ft drop. I found a good sized rock on the side of the road an started to pour the gas all over the inside of the vehicle. All Mike did was close his eyes and wait. When I was done an about to launch it, I went up to the door and asked him a simple question, "You want it fast and quick, or long and horrible?" He looked at me with a smile, and held up the nearly empty Jack Daniels bottle. Fast, but let me finish this first. He chugged the rest of it and said something I'll never forget, "I definitely don't want to die just yet, but you sure set up one hell of a fucking game for yourself." He knew I had put a hit on myself right after I left him that very first note in my apartment that said Tag, you're it! He looked up forward out the windshield to the sky and said, "Do it, make it quick and clean, and light this fuckin thing and get the fuck out of the area." Until the very end he was a damn good sport about it, if the tables would have been turned I dont think I would of been so nice about it. Boom, in one temple out the other. I set the gas on fire in the back first and placed the the car in drive. I then let it fall on to the gas pedal, and the car took off. It strayed to the right a bit, but it was going pretty damn fast by the time it hit the edge. I was walking for about 5 or 6 minutes before the propane tanks exploded. They can handle a bit of heat I guess. They went off one after another, and the last 4 or 5 of em all went off at once. I got off the high ways and started walking the trail back to my area. And thats all how this should have ended, but I'm sorry to say that it hasn't.

Mike and I met for the last time at Red Rock canyon about 6 days ago, and ever since then, some really weird shit has been going on. I really don't know for sure if they're all connected, it's obvious that some of these occurrences do, and the pieces that are fitting together are constantly leading back to one thing: The organization I originally hired. But my mind is trying to make everything that has happened to me from the past 6 days all of them fit together. I fear I'll miss something if I dont make them fit, something that would end up saving my life possibly. In the end, I'm just mashing up all of my experiences and clues I've gathered in the past 6 days, trying to find some sort of picture of the game there playing with me. All I know is ever since Mike and I finished our game of tag, my life has gotten turned completely upside down. Enemies are everywhere, and worst yet I don't even know who they are, what they look like, and what they want from me. I can't trust anybody except for people I knew before I started this game, and in a city with this many people, I don't have a whole lot of options.

First off for the past 6 days I've been having massive migraine headaches, it literally feels like there's an ice pick slamming into different parts of my brain with each pulse of my heart. I got regular light headaches every so often like any other person does, they were nothing some advil couldn't fix. These are different, they're happening every fucking day, multiple times a day and nothing I take gets rid of them I have to wait for them to pass which takes a few hours. I can barely stand when they happen, and light aggravates them, I even have my laptop screen on its lowest light setting to minimize this.

Secondly 3 days ago I was waiting at a light intersection in Henderson (a city connected to Las Vegas on the South side). The left turn light turned green, but he other lights for people that want to go though the intersection was still red, so I remained stopped, waiting patiently with no other cars in front of me. The first car turning left started though the intersection, then out of no where a car going at least 60 to 70 MPH barrels though and t-bones the car. The car that was t-boned while turning spun a few times and ended up on the other side of the intersection, finally stopping on the corner of the side walk, to the left from my position; while the other car that sped though the light barely made it though the intersection coming to a grinding halt as its engine dropped and the front end completely caved in. Everyone slammed on their brakes and the intersection was pretty much wide open so I hit the gas and drove through and parked my car in front of her, with my right side wheels up on the curb. I jumped out of my car and ran to hers praying she was okay, and attempted to open her drivers side door but it was also caved in where the other car had impacted so the door lock was busted to shit from the looks of it. I ran to the passenger side and unlocked the door though the broken window, seeing the unconscious woman strapped in to what looked like a metal death box. I had an unbelievable sense of recognition come over me, I knew I had seen her before but I had no idea where; like walking past someone that you've seen shooing at your favorite grocery store, or recognizing someone that jogs around your block morning, only this time your both standing in line to buy movie tickets. You recognize them and you know you've seen them around somewhere, but you don't know exactly where. I quickly pushed the thought out of my brain in order to focus. I tried getting her out of her seat but I couldn't access the belt buckle latch attached to the seat as it was completely encased by the caved in drivers side door. I searched my pockets frantically for my pocket knife and cut through the belt. As soon as that was done I picked her up as carefully as I could and set her down on the curb just outside the passenger side of the car. Adrenaline is quite an amazing chemical when it fully kicks in and flows though your body, she felt like she only weighed 30 pounds when I picked her up. As I was laying her down on the side walk I saw a little chunk of metal sticking out of her thigh through her tight jeans. It was protruding out about three inches, but I had no idea how far it extended into her thigh. I took off my belt, it's funny I actually refered to it as my lucky belt ever since I got away while running from the cops drunk in college and because of all the other ridiculous situations I've gotten out of while wearing it. It's stretchy with no designated loops so it can fit around anything as small as a stop sign post, to something as big as the fattest contestant of the season premiere of 'The Biggest Loser'. I sipped it under her leg and pulled it as tightly as I could a couple inches above where the metal was sticking out. Right as I did that she opened her eyes very slightly and looked at me, then after a few seconds she closed them as she blacked out again. I kept my fingers on her neck to feel her pulse and was there, faint, but it was there. I lifted up her leg really quickly to see a round red stain as a pool of blood started gathering underneath her thigh, trapped there due to her tight skinny jeans. Every 30 seconds or so I checked and thankfully it wasn't getting much bigger. Looking back it seemed like time itself was going so slow as I got her out of the car and tended to her injuries, I completely blocked out the world around me. As soon as I knew she wasn't going to bleed out, I heard the faint sound of sirens in the distance. Reality snapped back as I looked around to survey the seen. Mostly people were just standing around on the opposite side of the street from where I was, some on their phone presumeibly to 911, and others just shocked at the accident they had just witnessed. I looked over to see two people pulling the man who ran the red light out through his window, his car aobut 2/3rds the length it used to be. Even a bit of the front doors of the car were warped a bit which explained why they couldn't get them open. It maybe took the paramedics 4 or 5 minutes to get to the scene, but it felt like eternity. Two ambulences came flying to our location, one went and parked by the other mans car, and one parked in front of mine. I checked her pulse one more time and it was still there, faint and it damn sure seemed to be clinging to life, but never the less it was there. As soon as he took her vitals and gave her a quick look over he asked me for a quick summary of what had happened. I explained and asked if she was going to make it and be okay. To my relief he said yes, and explained she might not have made it if it wasn't thanks to you putting the Mr Lucky belt, and the fact that I had left the object in her leg. I learned as a young kid in boy scouts never to remove an object that was stuck in a person, as it can lead to even more blood loss, and then very quickly, death; and proper tourniquet placement on the arms and legs to prevent a person from bleeding out. I chuckled a bit inside, who would of fucking imagined that I would ever put any of the stuff I learned for my first-aid badge to use in the real world. He asked if I wanted my belt back, and I told him no, and to attach a note to it that explained that it was her lucky belt now and that it saved her life. We laughed for a quick second as he agreed and as I turned around a police office was approaching me. I'm not too big of a fan of cops, but I figured I was not in any sort of trouble as I had just helped secure the victim of the accident. He asked me if I could give a statement as to what happened, and I agreed. He turned around and asked me to follow him to his car to get the paperwork, and I saw the other man sitting up on a stretcher the other EMT's pulled out, He was yelling and slurring his words, and acting as any obliterated person would after they had just caused that bad of an accident. I kept looking at him and he seemed familiar as well. I didn't recognize him as well as I did the woman I'd helped, but I had defiantly seen him before. I heard him shout in a drunken manor at the EMT "My brueaks didnnnt stopph, thuhhh brueakk pedal didn't duueee nofhinnn and I cudentt shtapppp!" We continued to the cop car and I gave him my statement. As we were finishing up another cop came up to the side of him chuckling a bit and said, "The guy's BAC was .21 according to the Breathalyzer. We also found a half empty beer can over on the passenger side door. He's saying something about his breaks not working but he's so fucked up he probably was hitting the gas pedal instead." The officer taking my statement nodded and the other cop walked off back to the scene as the tow trucks had just arrived. The officer who was taking my statement turned and put the pad and pen on the seat of his squad car. "We're done here" he said in a serious tone, and I turned to walk away. I told a few steps away and I heard him say "Oh, by the way...", "Yeah?", I asked, "I heard you saved that womans life by slowing the bleeding down until we got here." I turned around and said, "I don't think I saved her by any means, I was just trying to give her as much time as she could get until the paramedics arrived." I was turned around and started walking away and heard him say in quiet deep voice, "Hmm, seems like you did the opposite for the other guy who flew off the mountain pass on the other side of Mt. Charleston a few nights ago. Perfect place to go off too, must have been at least 1000 ft plunge or more." I stopped dead in my tracks, all the blood that was in my face fled, replaced with a substance that felt cooler than liquid nitrogen. Frozen there, and without turning back around to face him, "E-excuse me?", I asked, my very soul not wanting to hear his answer because I knew I was completely fucked. "Oh nothin', you save one life, and end another; I think that God would call that even, don't ya think?" He said, his voice getting more and more cheerful after each syllable left his mouth, like a proud hunter knowing his prey was cornered with no possible way to escape. Feeling like I was frozen in a block of ice, having no where to go, I replied, "I can't really say... God hasn't said anything to me yet, but I'll let ya know when he does." As I spoke I literally felt like a dead man walking, like this man behind me was taking the very energy of my soul as he stared at me. He started laughing, "Well who knows you may get that chance sooner than you think..." he said, and then his voice suddenly going back to the previous deep monotone darkness it was before, "...but who am I to say that?" I heard him turn around and take a few steps into his cop car, and shut the door behind him. I was just standing there frozen until I heard the car door shut, causing the regular world to return as I slowly walked back to my car.

And After this occured, my laptop I was using to catalog everything I've done so far, check my bank accounts, look at pretty much all my information on it that I needed to stay ahead, started acting up about a week ago. Randomly closing internet tabs, me being in the middle of writing an update on nosleep and my laptop would shut itself down. And the final straw was my command bar popping up on its own and writing out "We are watching. We are everywhere." without me touching my computer. They now had complete control of it, and that its useless to me. So I had to get a new one and make sure it doesn't get hacked. Anyways guys, looking back at what I just typed, I pretty much wrote a whole fucking prolog to what happens after the game.

I'll update if it continues on from here, but don't count on every day, or every other day updates like I have been doing. Thanks for reading everyone, and oh sorry if there's typos. I had to type this all out really quickly cause they seem to show up within a few hours of where ever I go. Later nosleep, it's been fun, and I hope you enjoyed.

Impact IT

Impact IT

Impact of IT

IT has had a big impact on our society. Many of these impacts have been positive, but there have been negative ones too.

Working in a small group, discuss each of the developments in IT that are listed in the table below. Decide what the positive benefits have been and what the negative drawbacks are.

IT development	Positive impacts	Negative impacts
Email	Easier way of communication	Spam, viruses, hackers,
Online shopping	Quicker, easier, great deals	Spam, viruses, hackers, may not be the website you think it is
Online banking	Quicker, easier	Spam, viruses, hackers might use your details
Smart phones	Quicker, easier, have apps, can text, phone, use the internet (can do nearly everything a computer and a camera can do)	Spam, viruses, hackers, don’t always have internet signal or signal
Laptop computers	Quicker, easier to manoeuvre,	Spam, viruses, hackers, overheating issues
Netbook computers	Quicker, even easier to manoeuvre	Spam, viruses, hackers, overheating
MP3 music	Easier than CDs.	Viruses, not always the full song, can’t always find the song you want
Social networking websites like Facebook	Good for chats, quick updates, etc.	Spam, viruses, hackers, stalkers, paedophiles,
IM programs like MSN Messenger		Spam, viruses, hackers, stalkers, paedophiles
Search websites like Google	Quicker, easier, knowledge heaven, if google doesn’t know it nobody does.	Spam, viruses, hackers, may not be correct
Information sites like Wikipedia	Quicker, easier, find info fast	Spam, viruses, hackers, may not be correct

weekly college update!

so beside pasting lots of random stories i enjoy to this blog i guess i am supposed to type what i have done this week in college, soo 2 assignments now 1st one completed and the last 1 nearly finished not much else has hapened.,

Cool story Bruh! Part 5

How's it going Nosleep? Sorry about not updating yesterday, I had a massive fucking migraine and couldn't even walk, let alone type up an entire update. Thanks for all the support and what not, I do read each message even though I don't have a chance to reply to all of them. Anyways here we go.

I was sitting on top of the boulder and I had just taken a shot at Mike who was standing in front of the ATM. I forgot to mention during the last update that he had a mask on when he got out of the car. I could tell it was him though with his suit and body shape. I took a shot at him and he fell into the machine. I proceeded to shoot out the back tires on his Chrysler 300 to trap him. He was now a sitting duck with no where to run. He then went onto the passenger side of the car and dove through the window. I didn't know what he was doing, he obviously knew that his car was fucked with the back 2 tires gone. He put it into reverse with the back rims grinding against the pavement. Then the car flipped around with the headlights pointing towards me. He gunned the car across the road and started hauling dick towards me. I shot a few times at the front windshield but the bullets seemed to not go though. I now figure that he had some sort of light bullet proof glass or something of the sort. The car had now hit the desert still accelerating. About 100 yards out from the boulder I was perched on I saw the drivers side door open and him bail out. I shot once at him but missed. As soon as I took that shot I jumped off the boulder right by my ATV. About 2 or 3 seconds after I did, I heard a huge explosion and saw a gigantic flash of light envelope the dark desert. I started up the ATV and slung the P-90 over my shoulder. As I rounded the boulder I saw Mike's car engulfed in flames. I flew past it searching for him with my 9mm out. He was no where in sight. I gunned it to the bank and ran up to the ATM he was just at. The weird electronic device with wires hanging out of it was still stuck in it. I grabbed it and took off. I guess he forgot it in all the commotion. I took off towards my car still trying to look for Mike in the desert as I passed by it. Again he was nowhere to be seen. I took off my ski mask and put it in my pocket as I was speeding down the street. I was pissed I had let him get away, it wasn't going to be easy to get another chance like the one I just had. As I arrived at my car I heard sirens in the distance. I knew I couldn't just leave the ATV out in the open for the cops to find, so I found some bushes on the edge of the park. I took some wet wipes I had in my backpack and wiped off the handle bars and a few other spots where I thought my prints would be. I ran as quickly as I could after hiding the ATV and got into my car. As I was driving away I could hear more and more sirens in the distance. I hauled ass out of the area in order to not be linked with what had just happened.

It was about a half hour later I finally arrived back at my hotel, exhausted and angry that I missed my chance. I pulled the devise that I had just gotten out of my pocket and started doing some research. I didn't find much on the outerweb, but on the dark net I found some similar devises. They were apparently for hacking into ATM's and pulling money out of peoples accounts. I needed to figure out what he was doing this thing and so I drove to a near by coffee shop and used their wifi. I checked my bank account and saw several thousand dollars missing from my account. All of the transactions were in thousand dollar increments, one day after another. It blew my mind, they were taking money slowly out of my account in order to bankrupt me to slow me down. This just pissed me off more than anything, you weren't playing this game very fairly Mike, what ever the fuck that's supposed to mean. I went back to my hotel, and crashed. When I awoke it was already day time, around 10 AM. I finally got a good nights rest, god knows I needed it. I sat up in the bed thinking. Technically Mike was it now, and I figured he was a bit pissed that I caught him by surprise. Oh, and on top of that he destroyed his car to get away from me, and he probably had to walk for hours and hours back to his hotel, or call a taxi. It made me smile that I put him though all of that. He really went through a lot to get out of that situation, I mean shit his god damn car was rigged with fucking explosives just in case he was put in a situation like that. It dawned on me that I wouldn't know what vehicle he was in now, which would make my life that much harder. He could be in any vehicle at any time, which sucked. I just sat on the edge of my bed thinking about all of this, and there was a knock on the door. My adrenaline was pumping again. I heard a key card get put into the slot, and the door handle giggled a bit before opening. I grabbed my Glock and chambered a round, and dove beside my bed. The door was caught by the chain lock. I looked up to see a little Mexican housekeeper looking at me. I put the gun behind my back and stood up. "House keeping." she said while looking at me. "No thank you come back later." I said to her. She shut the door and I hear her walking away. I had a huge sigh of relief and unchambered the round. Fuck lady, you could of been shot, weren't they supposed to say "House keeping" before they open the fucking door? I sat back down on the bed and slid my hands over my forehead and through my hair. I could tell my body was having a hard time with all this shit going down. I got up and took another shower. I stayed in that night and ordered takeout. The next day I switched motels, and chilled out. I took another few days to chill out and recoup from everything that had happened. On the 3rd day in this new hotel, I knew I needed to get to the end of this game.

After a few hours of pacing in my room, and not coming up with a single fucking idea and stressed as all hell because I couldn't come up with anything, I decided I'd go down to the strip and play a little poker to get my mind off everything. I went down to the Flamingo Hotel and started to play a little bit. After a few hours of playing and winning a good amount I decided it was time to pack it up and quit while I was ahead. I cashed out my chips and headed out to walk the strip for a bit. It was so crowded and crawling with cops I knew even Mike wasn't going to take the chance trying to shoot me here. As I was walking I noticed the Bellagio fountains started up. I stood across the street admiring them, and it took my mind off everything that was going on for a brief moment. As soon as my mind got side tracked with the beauty of the jets dancing around one another, I saw something that shocked me to my very core. There was Mike walking in between a thick crowd of on lookers watching the fountains. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Out of all the people in this whole fucking city, there's the one person that I was looking for right in front of me. He hadn't noticed me at all so I started trailing behind him on the other side of the street. I lowered my baseball cap and kept watching him, always a few feet behind so he wouldn't see me. He eventually made his way to that Aria Hotel, and walked in. I waited about a minute and walked in. Just as I had I saw him make his way to the room elevators. No fucking way, I knew where he was staying. It was a one in a million, but something out there gave me a break and put him right in front of me. I walked up to the lobby receptionist and gave her some bullshit story about how me and my buddy got separated, and I needed his room number to check if he was there. She asked for his first and last name and I gave it to her. She typed some things into her computer and gave me a room number. I couldn't of gotten more lucky. The more I thought about it the more sense it made. If I were him, I'd want to stay in one of the most crowded hotels in Vegas, makes getting found a lot harder. I thanked her for the information and took off. I made my way back to my car and drove back to my motel.

I got in and took out one of my spare manila envelopes. I put the ATM hacker gizmo in it and a note that said "Red Rock Canyon, 6 PM, 2 days from now, take Scenic Loop Dr. to White Rock Mountain Rd. and turn right. Keep driving until the road turns to dirt and keep going some more. You'll see an older car parked on the side of the road. I'll be waiting, you're it ;)." I ran back to the Aria with the envelope and room number in hand. I took the elevator up to his room, a nice suite. I wrote 'Mike' on the front of it, and took out some tape that I had, stuck two pieces to the envelope and stuck it to his door as fast as I could without making any noise. Hopefully no one would take it. This was my only chance to finally finish all of this. I ran back down to the casino floor and got to my car. As soon as I got back to my room, I started to prepare. I took out my 50 cal and started to clean it, from barrel to butt. I couldn't fuck this up like the last time. I started to put the gun back together, and there it was again, that big ol' smile had come back to my face.

Alright guys, this is almost the end and there'll be either 1 or 2 more parts to this series. Again sorry for not updating sooner, and I will for sure update tomorrow, you have my word. Again thanks for reading, until next time nosleep.

Cool story bruh! Part 4

Well fuck me, I had this whole god damn thing typed out and then my laptop died so now I gotta write this whole fucking update again. If it wasn't for all the support and PM's asking when the next part would be out I wouldn't of even bothered typing this all out again, but I know the feeling of getting your daily fix, and I didn't update yesterday due to some... events, so I guess I'll start all over. Anyways fuck me, lets just get this started... again...

I ended the last update with me driving away from the motel parking lot, and after a few seconds of me pulling out, Mike pulled in. If I had left even a few minutes later he would of caught me in my room packing my shit, or me packing everything up into my car. Did he think I was an idiot that wouldn't change places after he ended our conversation with "You'll be seeing me sooner than you think."? Or maybe he's having just as much fun as I am with this game. After all you don't take up this line of work without at least partly enjoying killing people. I'm probably giving him the same rush he's giving me, in that he probably doesn't expect his clients to actually go after him or even know that he's coming.

Anyways I got to my next hotel and took a shower I desperately needed again while singing that stupid fucking Iggy Pop song I-G-G-Y Who dat who dat and shaking my ass. It's like a fucking brain parasite and the only way to get it out is to sing the song of its people... or some shit, idk sue me. After I got out of the shower I passed out on the bed after having almost been killed a few hours prior. When I woke up I knew I needed to get going again, after all I was 'it'

I went to Walmart to pick up a new phone, and some supplies to make a few suppressors (Yes I said suppressors instead of silencers, you happy now gunfags?), anyways as I was walking down the isles watching all of the fat ass Americans on their scooters because they're too fucking lazy to walk I started contemplating about how Mike even got my number. I picked up my new phone and a few cans of cheesewiz, along with a few other supplies for my suppressors. (And no I'm not getting into how I made them I just pulled the first guide online that showed me how and they were a real pain in the ass to make. A few of your guys suggestions on how to make em seemed a lot easier.) Anyways as I was checking out I took out my cash and looked at the phone I was about to buy. It dawned on me that when all of this started I paid for my first throw-away phone with my card. I'm such a fucking idiot that's probably how he tracked me down. I paid for everything and got back to my hotel. The first thing I did was do some research to see if it was possible to get a phones ESN / MEID number just from a purchase. It turns out it was possible to do, it just was a difficult process of going though Walmart's purchase database, or the phones manufacture database. Fuck another mistake on my part, if I keep fucking up like this I'm going to end up dead. I took the rest of the day to make the suppressors for myself, and they turned out pretty good. Except for the huge fucking cheezewiz mess I had to clean up. I now had one for my 9mm and one for my P-90. After all that was done, it was dark out. I wanted to see if Mike would some how be able to find me with no card activity or cellphone at his disposal, so I waited.

A day passed by, then two, then three. After about a week and 3 hotels later, I figured he was only able to track me when I used my card or slipped up somehow like anyone who doesn't know a hit man is following them would do. Unless he was watching and studying me the whole time, which I doubt he was doing. By the end of the week of sleepless nights and constantly looking over my shoulder, I was almost completely out of cash on hand. I knew I needed to hit a bank or an ATM, but as soon as I withdrew some cash from my account they would know I did, and the location I got it from. After a bit of thinking about this I figured I could actually use this to my advantage. So I set out to surprise little ol' Mike, after all a week prior he set me up, so I figured it was time to return the favor.

I traveled about 30 minutes to the very outskirts of North West Las Vegas. I found an area that seemed perfect, my bank on one side of the street, and a desert with lots of boulders and Joshua trees on the other side. As I was surveying the area, on one of the corners near the bank I saw an ATV with a "For Sale" sign on it. I went to the door and rung the bell. A nice typical suburban dad answered the door with a his little girl right behind him hugging he leg and looking up at me. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Yeah, I actually saw that you had that Yamaha ATV for sale, and was wondering how much it was." He told me it was $1500 bucks and I told him that I was interested. We shot the shit for awhile, and he told me about his family and that they just had another little girl, so he had not the time or money to keep this thing around. "My time of fun and fucking around is on hold for the moment I guess." he said laughing a bit. I laughed back and while I was looking at him I kind of envied him. If I had a girl I loved a lot and some little ones that meant the world to me I wouldn't be doing what I was currently doing. But that's neither here nor there. Sorry I'm rambling. I told him that I was interested in getting it now and asked if it was okay if I ran to the bank to grab some cash. He told me that was fine and he would be waiting out side. I got to the bank and as I was about to put my card into the machine a thought grabbed my attention. As soon as you pull out this money, you're going to be on a time slot until Mike comes and checks out the area. I mentally prepared myself, and pulled out the cash. It was time for us to meet again, this time on my terms.

I ran back to the man's house with the ATV and he was out side checking everything out on it. I handed him the cash and gave it quick test drive around the neighborhood. I got back in a minute or two and thanked him for his time and wished him luck on his newborn. I got in my car and told him I was going to park it around the corner at the near by park and come back for the ATV, as I was going to be riding it today. He said that was fine and I took off. As soon as I parked at the park I literally ran back to his house and hopped on the ATV. I had just pulled out the cash, and knew Mike couldn't possibly be on his way already, but something inside me knew that I couldn't involve the nice gentleman that I had just bought this thing from. I wouldn't put it past Mike to break into their house and kill everyone in there just to get a hint of my location. I drove the ATV back to the park and parked it right behind my car. I got my backpack out from the back seat and put my home made suppressors and my 9mm in there. I slung the P-90 on my back and also rolled up a few paper targets and put them into my pack just in case I got stopped by the police. At least I had an excuse that I was practicing my shooting out in the desert. I eventually got about 400-500 yards out into the desert across from the bank. I set up one of the targets and fired 2 shots from both home made suppressors from each gun. They both worked really well with only a small sound coming out of each of them. The sun started to set behind the mountains and I got set up and parked my ATV behind a large boulder. When it got completely dark I got on top of a boulder and lied down. I put on a black ski mask and a black shirt so I couldn't be noticed out in the open. I flipped the cap to my scope on the P-90 off and looked though it. I could see the bank dimly lit inside, as well as the parking lot. Now all I had to do was wait. It had been about an hour and a half to two hours since I had took out the money, and figured Mike should be rolling by soon. I waited silently just watching people come and go from the bank, but no Mike. Around 11 o'clock or so I finally saw his black car pull up. He drove around the bank once and then parked in front of it. I immediately noticed that his plates weren't on his car which struck me as odd. He got out and walked up to the ATM and had something in his hand with wires attached to it. He put it in the machine and turned his back to me. Perfect. I flipped my safety off and took the shot. Boom, center mass. He fell into the machine and pulled out his gun. How the fuck is he even moving I shot him right though the fucking back?!? He ran and ducked behind his car. I aimed for his tires. Boom back right tire, gone. Boom back left tire, gone. At this point he knew the direction I was shooting from and popped his head out. He shot twice in my direction but he couldn't see me in the darkness. It was great, I had another huge smile on my face. Now you know what it's like to be trapped you son of a bitch, but this time you have no get away vehicle.

Alright guys I was planning on going further than this but I think I'm done for the day as far as writing goes. I'll update tomorrow and hopefully finish this series up in the next few days. I'll stick around for a bit to answer questions and what not. Thanks for reading, until next time. ;)

Edit: Holy shit, thank you oh so much to whoever gave me gold. This is my first time receiving it. I thank you much kind sir or ma'am, you're fucking awesome.

Cool story bruh! part 3

How's it goin' everybody? So first off sorry yesterdays part wasn't too exciting, as I had to get through the boring parts to get to the kick ass Michael Bay explosions part .Oh and not sure if I'll be able to update tomorrow, and if I do it'll be later at night. Why you might ask? It's Mike's last day on earth, the day he gets a bullet in between his eyes or through his chest. Anyways enough of the semantics, let's get started.

I had just gotten back around the area of my apartment, and had seen Mike parked down the street from my apartment. At this point, I was done just watching him trying to watch me all day. So I decided I needed to test his abilities out. I went a few miles away to an old Motel six. I walked in and a nice older man was running the front desk. I walked up to him and asked if I could book a room. He said yes that would be fine, so I paid with my debit card. I also handed him an envelope and told him if he saw a man wearing a suit, about my height asking for anybody, to had this envelope to him. He stuttered a bit trying to get out that he doesn't do that type of thing but his attitude changed real quick when I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him. "Oh of course sir, if he comes in I'll give to him." I then went about another 5 miles away to another Motel Six and paid for a room with my debit card again. I handed this lady another envelope and pulled out a hundred and described Mike to her. "If he comes in here, just hand him the envelope and he'll leave. She handed me my room key and I left. I then went across the street to a bit nicer motel and booked a room with cash. The room was on the second story and had a clear view of the Motel Six across the street. You might be wondering what was in the envelopes, and why I booked 3 rooms. Well first off, I needed to see if they were monitoring my bank accounts, and secondly, I wanted to see what his reaction would be when he finally realized that I led him to two dead ends. The envelopes were just 2 pieces of paper; the first one said "Try again" and the second one said "So close yet so far away". Now to just wait.

I got up to my room and took a shower cause I desperately needed it. I then set up one of the hidden cameras that I had bought from the spy shop out side my room facing the entrance to the front desk of the motel across the street. I went back inside and waited. About 2 hours later wouldn't you know it, the black car pulled up into the parking lot. As it sat there I looked at the GPS tracker I had bought a few days prior and knew I had an opportunity to put it on his car so I could track him. The only problem was if I even attempted to get close to his car he'd know I was there and might even start shooting at me. I pushed the curtain of the window to the side and looked around, and saw a couple of teenagers on bikes fucking around in the parking lot of the motel I was in. I put on a baseball cap and went down stairs trying to face away from Mikes car the whole time. I walked up to a soda machine that was down stairs and yelled at the kids to come over to where I was while waving a hundred dollar bill in the air. After all I'm sure those kids would love some cash to fuck around with or buy some pot. After looking at each other they came over to me and asked what I wanted. I pulled the GPS locator out of my pocket and told em if they wanted to make a quick buck, all they had to do was wait for the man in the black car across the street to get out and walk into the lobby of the motel and hide it underneath the bumper somewhere where he would have a hard time finding it. "How are we supposed to do it without him figuring out what we're doing?" one of them asked. I thought about it really quick and said, "Just ride your bikes behind the car and one of you pretend to fall, then as you're on the ground stick it underneath." They all looked at each other again and snickered, and agreed. I turned it on, and handed it to one of them. I then handed the $100 bill to another one of them. As he grabbed it I held on to it, and he looked at me with a questioning face as why I wasn't letting go. They all looked back at me and I looked each of them dead in the eye and said, "If you kids just run off with my GPS locator and my hundred bucks, I will find each of you and kill you and your families. I'm not the type of guy you want to fuck with, got it?" Their smiles quickly faded, and they all nodded. "I'll be watching from somewhere to make sure the job is done. You boys have a nice day." They slowly turned back around and rode off across the street, not knowing what I had just said was just a bluff. I took the back stairwell back up to my room. As I got in to check the camera I had planted, Mike had just gotten out of his car and was walking across the parking lot. Just as he entered the check in building of the motel, the kids entered the cameras frame. Just as they got near the back of the car one of the kids fell and I saw him reach his arm underneath the car. He then got up and they rode off. About a minute later I saw Mike leaving the motel lobby. He opened the envelope, read the paper, and then crumpled it up and threw it on the ground. He then got out his phone and called someone while walking to his car. He got in and left after putting the phone back into his pocket. I had another huge grin on my face knowing I was slowly winning the game. I got onto my laptop and watched the little red dot slowly get farther and farther away.

About an hour later I decided to go check up on what Mike was up to, hoping to find the location of where he was staying. I drove to the area where the GPS locator was stopped at. I parked about a half mile away and started walking to his location. It was a little parking lot for a mexican food restaurant, but as I scanned the parking lot his car wasn't there. I walked up to the front of the restaurant, and could see by the entrance there was a little manila envelope. I walked up to it and opened it. All that was inside was my GPS locator and a note, that said "Tag, now you're it." My smile and thoughts were cut short as little hole exploded out of the pillar I was standing by. As I ducked behind the pillar, another hole was created in the brick wall that was now in front of me. Fuck he's shooting at me. "Where's the sound of the gun though?" I thought quickly. He must have a silencer. Shit shit shit shit shit. I completely fell for his trap, I'm such a fucking idiot, what the fuck do I do now?

I pulled out my 9mm and peaked my head out from pillar. I couldn't see him. Fuck. I had no choice but to run, he was closing in on me. I ran into the restaurant, went though the kitchen as a whole bunch of Mexicans were yelling at me, and darted out the back door. I ran down the ally that the back door led to, my adrenaline pumping. As I neared the end of the ally I heard something wiz my me tearing the side of my shirt. Almost out of the ally I ducked behind a big metal dumpster. I chambered a round, popped out a bit and shot twice at him. A loud ass BANG BANG sound shot out as the bullets exited the end of the barrel. Fuck everyone around is going to hear that, and this guy has a god damn silencer so he doesn't need to worry about that. I need to get the fuck out of here before the cops show up. I darted out of the ally and as I rounded the corner I heard another bullet strike the brick wall. I looked back and saw a huge chunk taken out of the corner. I ran and ran as fast as I could back to my car, trying my best to make sure he didn't follow me. As I got in and took off I looked back to see Mike running around the corner looking around trying to find me. For a guy of his size in a suit, he sure is pretty damn fast. I then hit a red light with a few cars around me, and I could still see him running in my direction trying to look for me. I could tell he still didn't know what kind of car I was in by the way he was frantically looking around. He kept getting closer and closer until finally he was right beside me on the other side of the street. The only thing that was between us was another car in the left lane. COME THE FUCK ON LIGHT! TURN FUCKING GREEN! I was fucking hysterical at this point, the man that wanted to kill me was about 15 feet away and all he had to do was look hard enough through my tinted windows and he'd know that was me. He then continued walking and pulled out his phone. Right as he hit the street corner the light turned green and I fucking gunned it. As soon as I knew he was away from me I started laughing louder than I've laughed before. I was so close to death, and yet I never felt... more alive. This is exactly what I needed, and I already couldn't wait for our next encounter. Only next time it would be on my terms.

I got back to my motel room and got upstairs. I sat down on the bed and started thinking about what had just happened, and planning my next move. I was such a fucking idiot for falling for that trap. He had to of seen those kids plant that thing, or he had some kind of bug detector like mine that could find planted electronics. I didn't know which one but I did have a few pieces of valuble information. They were monitoring my bank accounts, he has a silencer and is not afraid to shoot in public, and from what I saw he's not bad at his job I had just gotten extremely lucky that I switched cars and he didn't happen to see me. I collapsed on the bed exhausted as the adrenaline wore off.

About 15 minutes had passed as I lie on my bed contemplating everything, and I got a phone call. I looked at my phone and it was a number that I didn't recognize from a 480 area code. I answered. "Well hello there, you left so soon we didn't even get to play." "Who is this?", I asked like a dumb ass, I knew who it was. "Don't worry about who I am, it's yourself that you need to worry about." I started laughing. "Ohh, Mike my buddy it's you, I don't thi--" "How do you know my name?" he snapped. "You shouldn't interrupt people while they're talking Mike, it's quite rude. As I was saying I don't think I need to worry about myself too much. I'm 'it' now though, so I'll be seeing you soon." I said. A few seconds of silence followed, it sounded like he was in a car. "You'll be seeing me sooner than you think." and then he hung up. I don't know what he meant by that but I needed to get the fuck out of this hotel and into a new one. I wrote down the number he called me on and I packed all my stuff up and got out of there as quickly as I could. As I was leaving all I could think of was how the fuck he got my number. I threw the phone out the window and kept driving. As I was driving away I saw his car pull into the motel parking lot I was just at.

Anyways once again I need to get going. This bar I'm at called the Blind Tiger is packed but I've been here for too long, and I need to get back to my hotel. I also need to start prepping for tomorrow. Thanks for reading guys, until next time.

Sylvestar Stallone‏ story :(

This is one of the SADDEST stories ever told in Hollywood. His name is Sylvestar Stallone. One of the BIGGEST and Most famous American Movie superstars. Back in the day,Stallone was a
struggling actor in every definition. At some point,he got so broke that he stole his wife's jewellery and sold it. Things got so bad that he even ended up homeless. Yes,he slept at the New York bus station for 3 days. Unable to pay rent or afford food. His lowest point came when he tried to sell his dog at the liquor store to any
stranger. He didnt have money to feed the dog anymore. He sold it at $25 only. He says he walked away crying. 

Two weeks later,he saw a boxing match between Mohammed Ali and Chuck Wepner and that match gave him the inspiration to write the script for the famous movie,ROCKY. He wrote the
script for 20 hours! He tried to sell it and got an offer for $125,000 for the script. But he had just ONE REQUEST. He wanted to STAR in
the movie. He wanted to be the MAIN ACTOR. Rocky himself. But the studio said NO. They wanted a REAL STAR.

They said he "Looked funny and talked funny". He left with his script. Afew weeks later,the studio offered him $250,000 for the script. He refused. They even offered $350,000. He still refused. They wanted his movie. But NOT him. He said NO. He had to be
IN THAT MOVIE.

After a while,the studio agreed,gave him $35,000 for the script and let him star in it! The rest is history! The movie won Best Picture,Best Directing and Best Film Editing at the prestigious
Oscar Awards. He was even nominated for BEST ACTOR! The Movie ROCKY was even inducted into the American National Film Registry as one of the greatest movies ever!

And do You know the first thing he bought with the $35,000? THE DOG HE SOLD. Yes,Stallone LOVED HIS DOG SO MUCH that he stood at the liquor store for 3 days waiting for the man he sold
his dog to. And on the 3rd day,he saw the man coming with the dog. Stallone explained why he sold the dog and begged for the dog back. The man refused. Stallone offered him $100. The
man refused. He offered him $500. And the guy refused. Yes,he refused even $1000. And,Believe it or Not,Stallone had to pay $15,000 for the same,same dog he sold at $25 only! And he
finally got his dog back!

And today,the same Stallone who slept in the streets and sold his dog JUST BECAUSE he couldnt even feed it anymore,is one of the GREATEST Movie Stars who ever walked the Earth!

Being broke is BAD. Really BAD. Have You ever had a dream? A wonderful dream? But You are too broke to implement it? Too tiny to do it? Too small to accomplish it? Damn! I've been there too many times!

Life is tough. Opportunities will pass you by,just because you are a
NOBODY. People will want your products but NOT YOU. Its a tough
world. If you aint already famous,or rich or "connected",You will find it rough.
Doors will be shut on You. People will steal your glory and crash your hopes.You will push and push. And yet NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.

And then your hopes will be crashed.You will be broke. Damn broke. You will do odd jobs for survival. You will be unable to feed yourself. And Yes,you may end up sleeping in the streets.
It happens. Yes,it does.

BUT NEVER LET THEM CRUSH THAT DREAM. Whatever happens to
You,Keep Dreaming. Even when they crush your hopes,Keep Dreaming. Even when they turn you away,Keep Dreaming.
Even when they shut you down,Keep Dreaming.

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF EXCEPT YOURSELF! People will judge You by HOW you look. And by WHAT You have.
But please,Fight on! Fight for Your place in history. Fight for your glory. NEVER EVER GIVE UP!

Even if it means selling all your clothes and sleeping with the dogs,ITS OKAY! But AS LONG AS YOU ARE STILL ALIVE,Your STORY IS NOT OVER. TRUST ME.

Le Aikido Le Master

By Terry Dobson

A major turning point in my life came as an unexpected surprise one day in the middle of a quiet spring afternoon on a sleepy train in the suburbs of Tokyo.

It all started as the old train car was clanking and rattling over the rails. It was comparatively empty – a few housewives with their kids in tow, some old folks out shopping, a couple off-duty bartenders casually glancing through the sports section of the local newspaper. I was gazing absently at the drab houses and dusty hedgerows.

Then as the doors opened at one unremarkable station, the calm afternoon was suddenly shattered. A man on the platform bellowed at the top of his lungs, yelling violent, obscene, incomprehensible curses. Just before the doors closed, the still yelling man staggered into our car.

He was big, drunk and dirty. He wore laborer's clothing. His ragged shirt was stiff with dried vomit, his hair crusted with filth. His bloodshot eyes were bugged out, beaming scorn and hatred to all who caught his glance.

Screaming obscenities, he swung his big fist wildly at the first person he could reach, a scared young woman holding a baby.

The blow glanced off her shoulder, sending her spinning into the laps of an elderly couple. It was a miracle that she was not badly hurt and the baby was unharmed.

As the frightened young woman ducked for cover, protecting her baby, the elderly couple jumped up and scrambled toward the other end of the car. They were terrified.

The big laborer aimed a wobbling kick at the retreating back of the old lady. "You old whore!" he bellowed, ‘I'll kick your ass!" He missed, as the old woman barely scuttled to safety. This so enraged the wretched drunk that he grabbed the metal pole in the center of the car and tried to wrench it out of its stanchion. I could see that one of his hands was cut and bleeding, likely from an earlier scuffle.

The train lurched ahead, the scattered passengers frozen with fear.

I stood up.

I was young then, and in pretty good shape. I stood six feet, weighed 225 and spoke fluent Japanese. I'd been putting in a solid eight hours of Aikido training every day for the past three years. I liked to throw and grapple. I thought I was tough. Trouble was my martial arts skill was untested in actual combat. As students of Aikido, we were not allowed to fight.

My teacher, the founder of Aikido, taught us each morning that the art was devoted to peace. "Aikido," he said again and again, "is the art of reconciliation. Whoever has the mind to fight has broken his connection with the universe. If you try to dominate other people, you are already defeated. In Aikido, we study how to resolve conflict, not how to start it."

I had listened to his words. I tried hard. I wanted to quit fighting. I had even gone so far as to cross the street a few times to avoid the the pinball punks who lounged around the train stations. They'd have been happy to test my martial arts ability.

My forbearance exalted me. I felt both tough and holy. Yet in my heart of hearts, I was still dying to be a hero. A part of me still wanted a chance – an absolutely legitimate and justified opportunity – to save the innocent by destroying the guilty.

'This is it!' I thought to myself, as I stood up tall and proud to confront this menace to society. 'This slob, this cruel animal, is drunk and mean and violent. People are in immediate danger. If I don't do something fast, somebody is going to get hurt. It's time to take his ass to the cleaners.'

Seeing me stand up, the belligerent drunk relished the chance to focus his rage. "Aha!" he roared, "A foreigner! You need a lesson in Japanese manners!" He landed a heavy punch on the metal pole beside him to give weight to his words.

Holding on to the commuter strap overhead, I gave him a slow look of disgust and dismissal. I gave him every bit of pissed-off nastiness I could summon up. I planned to take this filthy turkey apart, but he had to be the one to move first. And I wanted him mad, because the madder he got the more certain my victory. I puckered my lips and blew him a sneering, insolent kiss.

It hit him like a slap in the face. "All right!" he hollered, "You're gonna get a lesson." He gathered himself for a rush at me.

Yet just as he was about to lunge, a single-syllable shout pierced the air.

"Hey!" 

The word instantly sliced through the thick intensity of the moment. I was stunned by the strangely joyous, lilting quality of it – as though you and a friend had been searching all over for something important that was lost, and he had suddenly stumbled upon it and loudly shouted to you, "Hey!"

I wheeled to my left; the drunk spun to his right. We both found ourselves staring down at a little old man. He must have been well into his seventies, this tiny gentleman, sitting there immaculate in his kimono. He took no notice of me, but beamed delightedly at the laborer, as though he had a most important, most welcome secret to share. 

"C'mere," the old man said in an easy Japanese vernacular, beckoning to the drunk. "C'mere and talk with me." He waved his hand lightly towards the seat next to him.

The big man followed, almost as if on a string. He planted his feet belligerently in front of the old gentleman, and towered threateningly over him.

"Talk to you!" he roared above the clacking wheels, "Why the hell should I talk to you?"

The drunk now had his back to me. If his elbows moved so much as an inch, I'd drop him in his socks.

The old man continued to beam at the laborer. There was not a trace of fear or resentment about him. "What'cha been drinking?" he asked lightly, his eyes sparkling with interest.

"I been drinking sake," the laborer bellowed back. "And it's none of your goddam business!" Flecks of spittle spattered the old man.

"Oh, that's wonderful," the old man said with delight, "absolutely wonderful! You see, I love sake too. Every night, me and my wife – she's 76, you know – we warm up a little bottle of sake and take it out into the garden, and we sit on the old wooden bench that my grandfather's first student made for him. We watch the sun go down, and we look to see how our persimmon tree is doing."

"My grandfather planted that tree, you know, and we worry about whether it will recover from those ice storms we had last winter. Persimmons do not do well after ice storms, although I must say that ours has done rather better than I expected, especially when you consider the poor quality of the soil. Still, it's most gratifying to watch when we take our sake and go out to enjoy the evening – even when it rains!"

He looked up at the laborer, eyes twinkling, happy to share his delightful information.

As the bewildered drunk struggled to follow the intricacies of the old man's conversation, his face began to soften. His shaky fists slowly unclenched. "Yeah," he said slowly, "I love persimmons, too…" His wavering voice trailed off.

"Yes," said the old man, smiling and leaning slightly forward, "and I'm sure you have a wonderful wife."

"No," replied the laborer to this so strangely friendly man in a softer, sullen voice. "My wife... she died last year."

The suddenly changed drunk hung his head in heavy sorrow. Then, gently swaying with the motion of the train, this big, burly man, who was so threatening just a moment ago began to sob. "I don't got no wife. I don't got no home any more. I lost my job. I don't got no money, I don't got nowhere to go. I'm so ashamed of myself." Big tears rolled down his cheeks. A spasm of pure despair rippled through his body.

Above the baggage rack, a brightly colored ad trumpeted the virtues of suburban luxury living.

Now it was my turn. Standing there in my well-scrubbed youthful pride, with my make-this-world-safe-for-democracy righteousness, I suddenly felt dirtier and more ashamed than he was.

Just then, the train arrived at my stop. The platform was packed with bustling humanity. The busy crowd surged into the car as soon the doors opened. Maneuvering my way toward the door, I heard the old man speak sympathetically.

"My, my," he said with heartfelt care, yet undiminished delight. "That is a very difficult predicament, indeed. Sit down here and tell me about it."

I turned my head for one last look before leaving the now-crowded train. The laborer was sprawled like a sack on the seat, his head in the old man's lap. The old man was looking down at him with smiling compassion, his hand stroking the filthy, matted head of this confused soul.

As the train pulled away, I sat down on a bench dazed with all that had just happened. What I had wanted to do with muscle and meanness had been deftly accomplished with but a few kind words.

What I had just witnessed was true Aikido in combat. The essence of it was love, as the founder had always said. I determined then and there to practice this beautiful art with an entirely different spirit. I yearned to be able to move from the heart like this old man in using the deep principles of aikido. Yet it would be a long time before I could fully embody what I had seen on that unforgettable ride.