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Tweak says, "Who's yo' daddy?"

Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in compass_network,
@ 2013-10-23 23:16:00

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Considering the nature of this island, and the "alternate" versions of people, the variance between worlds, the similarities and dissimilarities- the parallels and the alternatives- do you believe in fate? Destiny? Do you believe that we are "pre-ordained" to follow a certain path? Or do you think that we can change our future? That it is flexible, organic, open to change? Do we have free will, or is it an illusion?

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	your_caretaker 2013-10-28 09:45 am UTC (link)
	Er... Yes... Well.... That's a - not so funny story behind there! Are you certain you want all the grisly details...? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ernestoic 2013-10-30 07:11 pm UTC (link)
	I was hardly expecting a "funny story", given the theme of it. Try me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

your_caretaker
2013-10-30 07:31 pm UTC (link)

In-indeed, sir....!

Well, it happened rather like this:

Well, tell you what: how about I just... transcribe the whole of mine own journal entry about it, into this medium? By reading it aloud, to this computer: apparently you can do that with this amazing software that is installed upon our computers now....! I mean, it was enough to have a Microphone, much less voice-guided instructions upon a computer in MINE time.... But well... Just to get on with it... Well...

I once helped cover up a horrible accident, wherein a Man -- no doubt a good Man, though I didn't know him -- was run over in the desert by my friend, Tony Hunt. I thought all along that we should contact the Police, but... well, I had hard enough times getting Tony to just stop the car and check on what he ran over, whilst his headlights were off. I know that doesn't excuse my actions, however, and thus it is I have cancer now, because of how badly we treated the Man... How badly I treated him, in fact! There's no reason to try to cover up MY involvement in it, now...! And so... I had to make the team of teenagers who had agreed to bury the Man and cover up the whole matter, pay somehow, alongside me -- maybe even scare them into going to the Police...!

I don't know what I was doing at first; it was like a hand was guiding me, rather... A heavenly hand, or a hellish one, perhaps? I don't even know... All I know is that eventually the Caretaker became a part of me, as sure as this Cancer did -- inside my brain, in fact, just like the cancer.

At any rate, I began to see the whole picture: my role in it, and Tony's role, as well. I began to see what I had to do to get Tony to go to the police: a message, a secret message in fact... I mean, there's something to be said for secret messages, really; especially ones that go backwards and forwards both, in code both of them. The forward messages read things that "the Caretaker" expected them to do in order to "absolve their sins" -- really, just committing even more, grievous sins, that they might eventually feel their guilt deeply enough to go to the Police... Whereas the backwards version of the same code, when read from all the different messages strung together, read "Tony, go to the police please or I will die. Yours, Neil Hurley."

Of course, it took Tony until the last possible moment to manage the backwards version of the code; I was about to kill his girlfriend Alison Parker, another friend of ours, who had been involved in the "accident" in fact, when he finally figured it out, and came looking for me...

But really, that's the end of the story, and of course, though I've already gone into the beginning: there's always a middle of the story, isn't there? At any rate, here it is: the middle of the story...

I was using cash (what little I had, in fact, from my part-time job that I had held until I was too sick to manage that and school) to make classified advertisements, with the instructions for sins the Caretaker wanted them to commit - for me to commit, as well, rather -- and then of course, I punished those who refused to complete their small sinful "tasks" that I might convince them to complete the next task put to them.

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