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A Complete List of All My FCOs for Every Cycle
2020.09.20 10:42 AliasaxisA Complete List of All My FCOs for Every Cycle
I based this on only shoots that had panel, critique, and callouts. I did not factor in any challenge wins. I also awarded only a single FCO for weeks that had 2+ photos judged per contestant. Disclaimers: - All weeks that included both a commercial and photo were evaluated on both, not just the photo. - For cycles 19-21 I only gave FCOs to those who were still competing. -I did include the Zappos shoot for cycle 22 because the judges did critique each shot and deliberated even if the callout was different to a usual panel. -For cycles 23 and 24, I awarded a FCO during the comeback week to the best of the remaining girls only. -I also bolded who I'd pick as the winner of the cycle, just for fun. Cycle 1 - Adrianne, 2 (Adidas sportswear; Nude in Diamonds) - Elyse: 2 (Snakes beauty shots; Lingerie in Paris) - Kesse: 2 (Rooftop swimwear; Freshlook contacts commercials) - Giselle: 1 (Stuff Magazine swimwear) Cycle 2 - Mercedes: 2 (Garden of Eden; ANTM Icon Covers; High Fashion Beauty Shots) - Shandi: 3 (Shelly Segal Laundry; Shake Ya Body; Solstice Sunglasses) - April: 2 (Quench; B&W Beauty Shots) - Yoanna: 1 (Nude in Pairs) - Sara: 1 (Steve Madden) Cycle 3 - Amanda: 3 (Nivea; YJ Stinger; Motorcycles) - Eva: 3 (Alter Egos; Kimonos; Covergirl Top 3) - Yaya: 2 (Swimsuits; Spider Beauty Shots) - Ann: 1 (Cambell’s Commercial) - Nicole: 1 (Dooney & Burke Purses) - Toccara: 1 (Lee Jeans) Cycle 4 - Naima: 3 (Lubriderm Animals; Dancing; Covergirl Top 3) - Brittany: 2 (Wonderbra; Kloofing) - Kahlen: 2 (Gas Attendants; 7 Deadly Sins) - Keenyah: 2 (1800 Flowers; Got Milk) - Christina: 1 (Aliens) - Michelle: 1 (zodiac) Cycle 5 - Nik: 4 (Superheroes; Modern Art; Bollywood; Covergirl Top 3) - Bre: 2 (Extreme Surgery; Wildboyz) - Lisa: 2 (Secret; Pin-ups/B&W) - Nicole: 2 (Country Couture; Phone Booth) - Jayla: 1 (Fashion Witch Victims) Cycle 6 - Danielle: 3 (Bald w/Crystals; Falling Fairy Tales; Covergirl Top 3) - Joanie: 3 (Krumping; Crying/Dolls; Elephants) - Jade: 2 (Mermaids; OP Swimwear) - Furonda: 1 (Covergirl Commercials) - Leslie: 1 (Future Careers) - Nnenna: 1 (Ice Princess Covers) Cycle 7 - CariDee: 3 (Circus Freaks; Scary Beauty Shots/Romance Novels; Covergirl Top 3) - Eugena: 2 (Secret Commercial; Matadors) - Melrose: 2 (Celebrity Couples; Water Nymphs) - Michelle: 2 (Stereotypes; Covergirl in Space) - Anchal: 1 (Hair Wars) Cycle 8 - Brittany: 3 (Political Issues; Nude Ice Cream; Iconic ANTM Moments) - Jaslene: 3 (High School Cliches; Gender Swap; Covergirl Top 3) - Natasha: 2 (Covergirl Commercials; Swimsuits) - Renee: 2 (Murder Victims; Aboriginal Dance) - Jael: 1 (4 Personalities) Cycle 9 - Jenah: 4 (Rock Climbing; Plant Life; Recyclable Materials; Covergirl Top 3) - Lisa: 3 (Smoking Effects; Gargoyles; Enrique Iglesias Music Video) - Chantal: 2 (Burning Car; Great Wall) - Bianca: 1 (Covergirl Top 6) - Saleisha: 1 (Princesses w/Dragons) Cycle 10 - Anya: 2 (Jetsetters; Paparazzi) - Dominique: 2 (Paint Beauty Shots; Renaissance Couture) - Fatima: 2 (Fuerza Bruta; Covergirl Top 3) - Kat: 2 (Music Genres; Covergirl Commercials) - Aimee: 1 (Lingerie on Boat) - Claire: 1 (Meat) - Marvita: 1 (Homeless Chic) Cycle 11 - Analeigh: 3 (Natural Disasters; Covergirl Commercials; B&W Simple/Glam) - Marjorie: 3 (Swimsuits; Fiercees; Windmills) - Elina: 2 (Political Issues; Hot Air Balloon) - McKey: 2 (Pirate Ship; Covergirl Top 3) - Lauren Brie: 1 (Fierce Eyes) Cycle 12 - Allison: 2 (Carmen Miranda; Birds) - Teyona: 2 (Covergirl Commercial; Swimsuits) - Natalie: 2 (Ellis Island; Ciara Fans) - Aminat: 1 (Covergirl Top 3) - Celia: 1 (Self-Lighting) - Fo: 1 (Color Beauty Shots) - London: 1 (Childhood Games) - Sandra: 1 (NYC Women) Cycle 13 - Nicole: 3: (Ninjas; Hapas; Pele Goddesses) - Erin: 2 (Elongation; Scarf Beauty Shots) - Jennifer: 2 (Covergirl Commercials; Underwater) - Brittany: 1 (Topless on Horses) - Laura: 1 (Cirque de Soleil) - Rae: 1 (Baby Picture Remakes) Cycle 14 - Alasia: 3 (Dance; Vampires; Hair Dresses) - Krista: 2 (Dresses w/Sheep; Ugly-Pretty) - Brenda: 1 (Nude w/Custo Items) - Jessica: 1 (Fake Fashion) - Alexandra: 1 (Shadows Beauty Shots) - Angelea: 1 (Covergirl NYC Women) - Raina: 1 (Perfume Beauty Shots) Cycle 15 – Kayla: 3 (Anti-Bullying; Fallen Angels; Statues) - Chelsey: 2 (Lucha Va Voom; Motion Editorial) - Jane: 2 (Rodeo Drive; Gondolas) - Ann: 1 (Underwater Beauty Shots) -Chris: 1 (H2T Water) - Liz: 1 (Iconic Fashion Designers) Cycle 16 - Molly: 3 (Camels; Moroccan Women; Moroccan Wedding) - Brittani: 2 (Blondes vs. Brunettes; Landfill Couture) - Jaclyn: 2 (Wonderland Couture; Crazy for Fashion) - Alexandria: 1 (Backstage) - Hannah: 1 (Faux Fur w/Jaguar) - Kasia: 1 (Fierce Roast Commercial) - Monique: 1 (Bee Beauty Shots) Cycle 17: - Dominique: 3 (Express; Fighting w/Coco Rocha; Greek Salad) - Allison: 2 (Pink’s Hot Dogs; Music Videos) - Alexandria: 1 (Pairs on Stilts) - Angelea: 1 (Modelland Motion Editorial) - Kayla: 1 (Allstar Personalities) - Laura: 1 (Olympians) - Lisa: 1 (NeNe/Snooki on Motorcycles) - Shannon: 1 (MJ Tribute) Cycle 18 - Laura: 3 (Gowns w/Silkworms; Macau Tower; Dream Come True) - Alisha: 1 (Music Videos) - AzMarie: 1 (Very.com) - Annaliese: (Hello Kitty) - Catherine: 1 (Kardashian Babies) - Eboni: 1 (Maple Syrup) - Kyle: 1 (Hats/Lowriders) - Sophie: 1 (Dinner Party w/Estelle) Cycle 19 - Leila: 3 (Taxidermy; Nude w/Rob Evans; Waterfall Warriors) - Laura: 2 (Steampunk; Mugshots) - Nastasia: 2 (Zombies; Raft Love Triangle) - Brittany: 1 (Trashed in Motel) - Kiara: 1 (Dream Come True) - Yvonne: 1 (Cheerleaders) Cycle 20 - Jourdan: 4 (Trailer Park; Paint; Bats; Guess Ads) - Nina: 3 (Field of Fashion; Flawsome; Animorphs) - Chris: 1 (Sexy Fierce w/Alessandra Ambrossio) - Jiana: 1 (Alternative Weddings) - Kanani: 1 (Questionable Commercial) - Marvin: 1 (Nail Art) - Renee: 1 (Rice Paddy) Cycle 21 - Lenox: 3 (Hair Whips; Fristbitten; Futuristic Heritages) - Shei: 2 (No Glove/No Love; Marilyn/Elvis Recreations) - Adam: 1 (Guess) - Ben: 1 (Optical Illusions) - Keith: 1 (Jinny Kim Shoes) - Matthew: 1 (Wet&Wild) - Mirjana: 1 (Mitch Stone Essentials) - Raelia: 1 (Spyder Byte Commercial/Shots) - Will: 1 (MCM Bags) Cycle 22 - Lacey: 3 (Boom Boom Boom Commercials; Dolls; Night Creatures) - Mame: 2 (Unretouched Sportswear; Mothers) - Nyle: 2 (Dogs; Zappos Spread) - Ava: 1 (Posing w/Veterans) - Devin: 1 (Bootyful Music Video) - Hadassah (Possessed) - Justin: 1 (Bound in Pairs) - Mikey: 1 (Fierce-a-grams) Cycle 23 - India: 4 (Gypsy Sport Video; Lux Life w/Jason Derulo; Celebrity Icons; Rimmel London) - Cody: 3 (Avant Garde Supermarket; Fighting w/Chanel Iman; Paper Covers) - Courtney: 1 (Crazy Beautiful Video) - Binta: 1 (Crowd Surfing) - CoryAnne: 1 (Music Video w/French Montana) - Paige: 1 (Instagram Stories) - Tash: 1 (Nude w/Pearls) Cycle 24 - Jeana: 4 (Bohemian Maternity; Princesses&Queens; Dripping in Gold; Paper Covers - Khrystyana: 4 (Stacked Beauty Shots; Raw Beauty; Mansion Music Video; Pantene) - Christina: 1 (Haunted Mansion) - Kyla: 1 (Tarantula and Diamonds w/Eva) - Liberty: 1 (Trademark Videos) - Shanice: 1 (Parachutes) Performances that did not have a proper judging that I would have given FCO: -Beauty Shots by Tyra (cycle 1): Adrianne -Covergirl Top 2 (cycle 13): Nicole -Covergirl Top 2 (cycle 14): Raina -Covergirl Top 2 (cycle 15): Chelsey -Covergirl Top 2 (cycle 16): Molly -Covergirl Top 3 (cycle 17): Angelea -Covergirl Top 2 (cycle 18): Sophie -Nine West Top 3 (cycle 19): Laura -Tyra Beauty Commercials (cycle 21): Lenox -Paper Magazine Editorial (cycle 23): India -Paper Magazine Editorial (cycle 24): Jeana Photos that I would give FCO to that were already eliminated (social media cycles): -Nine West (cycle 19): Nastasia -Bats (cycle 20): Kanani -Guess (cycle 20): Jiana -MCM Bags (cycle 21): Matthew -Elvis/Marilyn (cycle 21): Matthew/Ivy (I’d have to see what photo they recreated)
🏕 SLASHER (Epilogue) The year is 1989, and ten young adults from across the West Coast, having the opportunity to join the cast of camp counselors at Camp Little Hope, a new elite summer camp where celebrities and higher-ups send their little pests to enjoy their summer! Mary Reynolds, the owner of Camp Little Hope, requested that the ten counselors arrive on site a day prior to the arrival of campers to prepare. So far, they’re already expecting over one hundred campers (which is a lot to prepare for)! Our ten counselors sat aboard an old, beat up yellow school bus, as it shuttled them into Camp Little Hope; a summer that only a few, if any, would live to remember. (Act One (The Beginning)) (TIME: 2:00PM) The ten counselors finally stepped foot on the soil of Camp Little Hope with their suitcases, before the yellow bus sped off behind them. “Good afternoon everyone, I’m Mary Reynolds, Head Counselor”, she spoke. Mary was a short, middle aged woman that wore baggy khaki shorts, and a ‘Camp Little Hope’ t-shirt. Her blonde hair had started to fade, her gray roots starting to show through. “I also happen to be the owner of this summer camp. For now, I’ll send you all off to your cabins to get situated first”, she’d speak, before pointing off into the distance. Where Mary pointed, two large wooden cabins stood. One had a blue flag out front for the boys, the other, a red flag for the girls. As everyone began to unpack their luggage in the cabins, a few counselors already began to bond with each other. Vince, Al, and Rory sparked up a quite odd friendship, already teasing Jacob and Luke for being outsiders, which only caused the two of them to bond. In the girl’s cabin, Alisha and Lilith began to find common interests, forming an early friendship between the two. Abby focused on herself as she hurried to unpack, eager to explore the camp awaiting her. Both Jessica and Katherine found themselves already gossiping about both Alisha and Lilith, joking with one another about how odd they were. So far, everything seemed quite normal. About a half hour passed before a loud horn went off, followed by a loud speaker with Mary’s voice. “Counselors, report to the Camp entrance to prepare for opening day!”, she’d shout, before her voice cut out. One by one, all of the counselors made way to the entrance. “Alright, to start, I’m going to put you all into pairs. You’ll all be assigned a section of the camp to clean up after the years of debris. I don’t care how you do it, just make it clean”, she’d speak to the counselors. “Now, here are the pairs. Vince and Al, the two of you will be cleaning the dock and boat house. Abby, Katherine, and Lilith, you’ll be cleaning up the girl’s camper’s cabins while Jacob, Rory, and Luke will clean the boy’s. That leaves Alisha and Jessica cleaning the bathrooms, sorry ahead of time girls”, she’d speak, before turning around, and heading towards the Head Counselor’s Cabin. After a few mutters and complaints, the counselors all went to their respective areas. Abby, Katherine, and Lilith all headed towards the girl’s cabins, seeing as it was completely littered with dead bugs and leaves. Lilith and Abby conversed, trying to make light of their situation, as Katherine complained about the dirt ruining her clothing. The girl’s managed to finish fairly quickly, giving them some free time to explore together. Jacob, Rory, and Luke’s situation was similar. The boy’s cabins seemed to be dirtier though, some graffiti covering the inside. The boys got along for the most part, Rory teasing Jacob every so often about his physical incapabilities. Though, at least Luke tried to make Jacob feel a little more at ease. When they finished, Rory chose to go explore the camp (code word for meeting with Katherine), while Luke and Rory talked about why they chose to become counselors. Jessica and Alisha remained almost silent as they cleaned the bathrooms, other than Jessica’s grunts of irritation and constant complaints. Though, Alisha would shout at the girl every so often to stop complaining, only causing Jessica to snap back at the girl. She told her that the only reason she came here was because of a personal dilemma. When they finished, the two girls parted ways, Jessica going to search for the others in frustration, Alisha finding a comforting place in the woods to relax. As Vince and Al arrived at the boat house, the two kept goofing around with one another rather than doing their job. Making way into the boat house, the two each grabbed a wooden paddle, and began to sword fight with them. Al stumbled backwards over a box, before collapsing to the ground, and hitting his head on the concrete floor. Vince started laughing for a moment, before jogging to the exit of the boat house to seek help, then suddenly coming to a halt. “What the—“, Vince muttered out, before an arrow shot through the boys mouth. He stumbled back for a moment, before turning to the semi unconscious Al, and collapsing to the ground. Al stated in confusion for a moment, before a figure stepped into the room. They stood tall, a crossbow in their hand, and their face covered by a black ski mask. They were dressed in enough layers for their size to be unrecognizable. As Al tried to focus on what was before him, the figure began to reload the crossbow. Just as the large man began to stumble up, the head of the crossbow was pushed to his forehead, before an arrow was released, sending him crashing to the ground. The figure stood above the scene for a moment, before fleeing the area. (8/10 COUNSELORS REMAINING) Leave a comment about your feelings of Act One! We’re down two counselors now, the mystery killer killing both Al and Vince already. Do you have an idea of who it could be? Who do you think is next? Who will be our final girl(s)/boy(s)?
🏕 SLASHER: (Epilogue) The year is 1989, and ten young adults from across the West Coast, having the opportunity to join the cast of camp counselors at Camp Little Hope, a new elite summer camp where celebrities and higher-ups send their little pests to enjoy their summer! Mary Reynolds, the owner of Camp Little Hope, requested that the ten counselors arrive on site a day prior to the arrival of campers to prepare. So far, they’re already expecting over one hundred campers (which is a lot to prepare for)! Our ten counselors sat aboard an old, beat up yellow school bus, as it shuttled them into Camp Little Hope; a summer that only a few, if any, would live to remember. The synopsis of the first Slasher film will be posted soon. There may be a link including reference pictures of the camp in a google doc, but that isn’t confirmed nor denied. Cast photos may also be selected of REAL actors/celebrities during the timeframe Slasher would’ve been filmed (1989). If you have a picture reference of your character, feel free to message me it. If not, I’ll choose one for you without an issue!
2020.07.22 20:11 rpihasthebiggayRegistration for Fall, and More.
I know you may have feelings of concern about your upcoming registration for the fall semester. I want you to know that you have not been forgotten. We have been working with the schools, departments, advising Hubs, and registrar to prepare for your registration next week. On Monday, July 27, you should receive a time ticket, which would allow you to begin registering on Tuesday, July 28. As you prepare and you look at classes online right now, please know that seat counts in many of your courses are likely to change to accommodate your class registering. Please note that this will likely happen at the last second before your group's time tickets begin because we are making those seats available specifically with you in mind. We are all committed to helping you find a schedule that meets your degree requirements and does not delay your graduation as a result of having a late registration. Below, you will see contact information for your department/school should you run into obstacles. - Katelyn Newsham Junior Class Dean
MaryAlta (McLean) McPherson May 25, 1926 - April 19, 2020 MaryAlta McPherson 93, passed away Sunday, April 19, 2020 in Vancouver, Wash. A native Portlander, MaryAlta was born May 25, 1926 to Malcolm and Mary Alta (Kelly) McLean in Portland. MaryAlta had a lifelong love and quest for learning. She attended and graduated from All Saint's School (Portland), St. Mary's Academy Class of '43 (Portland) and enjoyed quarterly lunches with the St. Mary girls for over 70 years, Marylhurst University (Portland), Gonzaga University (Spokane) where she was enlisted in the U.S. Army Nursing Corps during WWII, Portland State University and received her Master in Education from University of Oregon. MaryAlta enjoyed two summers studying at Oxford University (England). After a career in teaching at Portland Public Schools, MaryAlta retired to her beloved Cannon Beach and began her lifelong love of traveling: 32 cruises, every state in the union and over 100 cities and countries around the world. MaryAlta had many sources of joy. Her six boys and family, reading (still had her library card), playing golf at Glendoveer (making The Oregonian with a Hole in One on # 5), crossword puzzles in ink, water aerobics, bingo, trips to the casinos (24 out of 29 in Washington and all in Oregon), achieving Life Master in bridge while playing with the same group for over 50 years. Bucket list complete!! She lived her life to the fullest and was always "game for anything," zip lining in Hawaii at 84, getting a tattoo in remembrance of her son Scott at 76 and always ready for eight hour scrabble marathon with Jacquie, it was a life well lived. She was predeceased by her parents; brother, Malcolm McLean; sons, Scott D., Kelly C. and Terry J.; and brother-in-law, Dr. John McBee. MaryAlta is survived by sister, Carolyn McBee (Pendelton, Ore.); sons, Michael P. Colfax, Wash., Steven A. (Patrica) Ritzville, Wash., Brian C. (Dolores) San Diego, Calif.; best friend and daughter-in-law, Jacquie McPherson; and sister-in-law, Diane McLean, N.H.; grandchildren, Jaime, Jonathan (Chelsea), Kyle, Alisha, Aaron, Erin Kipple and Roxanne Dahl; seven great-grandchildren; numerous nieces, nephews and cousins. A funeral Mass will be held at All Saint's Church ,Portland and interment in Mt. Calvary Cemetery at a date to be announced. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=maryalta-mcpherson-mclean&pid=196109579
This was one of the American woman in Germany that was in my FWB group. For the purposes in this story her name will be Jean. At that age I hadn’t really watch a lot of porn so I didn’t know it until my girlfriend brought it up when we had our first threesome with Jean. She was the spitting image of Alisha Klass. Look her up. Just beautiful. I had seen her around post and occasionally in the DFAC. She was taller than me and her face was always kind of a resting bitch face before I knew the term existed. Some of my friends said they tried to hit her up, but got shot down every time. I asked my friend Karen, that was in the same unit, about her. Devout Mormon with a fiancé that was a missionary. Fairly quiet. Get off work and then just listen to music or read on her side of the wall locker partition in her barracks room. One Saturday morning I saw her eating by herself in the mess hall and sat across from her and introduced myself. She smiled and told me she already knew who I was. Apparently Karen had mentioned to her I might be interested. She thought I was cute and found it nice that I’d didn’t come at her with any stupid lines. I had plans with my girlfriend, Andrea, to go to a honey festival in a town further south so I asked her if she would like to join us because after the festival we would probably have dinner and go dancing. She agreed. I told her to bring a backpack with a change of clothes since we would not be coming back on post. She gave me her room number and after eating we parted ways to get ready. I grabbed a handful of fruit in my way out the door. I packed my overnight bag called Andrea to tell her she could start headed down and I would meet her at the station with a new friend. My girl was intrigued and asked me if she was cute I told her absolutely, but she seems religious. She laughed and said she loved me and I said it back. I then headed down to meet Jean. Jean looked amazing. She was wearing baggy jeans and a form fitting rainbow striped shirt and a bright green hoodie over it. Very much a raver look in the 90s which made me think this is no regular Mormon girl. She didn’t have big tits, maybe a B-cup, but they were beautifully shaped. We talked as we walked towards the train station she grew up in Utah, not SLC, but some suburb just outside of the city. Father was an engineer, mother was a stay at home mom. Only had two sisters. That caught me off guard. I always assumed Mormons and old school Catholics always had tons of kids. We got to the station just as one of the trains pulled up and my girlfriend jumped out and gave me a great big hug and a kiss and I kissed back and reached back to squeeze her ass. She was wearing one of her dark grey pleated skirts and a white blouse with a sweater over it and her Mary Jane’s with thigh highs. She looked like a sexier more goth version of Velma. Her green eyes always made my heart flutter when she looked at me. Her appearance wouldn’t make anyone suspect what a beast in the bedroom she was or how insatiable she was with me and our other sexual partners. Men and women, but mostly women. I introduced her to Jean and they hit it off. It was a great day of eating and drinking too much. Andrea and Jean seemed to really like each other. At one point I could hear them whispering back and forth to each other as I was getting us some more mead to drink. Such a great afternoon together getting to know Jean. She was definitely engaged. The ring she was sporting looked like it was a budget ring, but I found that tends to be more meaningful than a fat rock based on the number of married women I’ve played with. When the honey festival started to shift more into a mead festival later in the day we decided to head back to Mainz, have dinner, freshen up and then go dancing at a club a couple of my friends were going to be DJing at that night. A great night of drinking and dancing that included grinding with both and they with each other. Jean was only 19 like us and she was drinking like it wasn’t new to her which also made me wonder about her devout Mormon status. At one point making out with both of them and even watching them make out in the velvet room together. My girl said as much as she likes Jean she didn’t want her to play with us that night because it had been almost three days since we had alone time. I agreed with her. We stumbled together back to my girlfriend’s apartment while holding both their hands. Andrea had a much nicer apartment in a better area than mine. We showed Jean the guest room which she promptly undressed down to her bra and panties in front of us and collapsed in bed. Falling asleep almost instantly. Andrea and I made our way to her room and spend the night making her bed a mess. I tend to not give details about our time because she was much more tied to my emotions than most women in my life. I woke up that morning with Andrea to take a shower together as as we walked past the guest room we both admired Jean’s body. Thick ass and strong legs and nice arms. Her black hair a mess on the pillow and her body splayed out. Andrea told me I should fuck her by myself first chance I get and let her know if it’s good enough to bring back to our bed. Andrea and I fucked in the shower then had a light breakfast of tea and pumpernickel toast and butter. Our quiet morning was interrupted by the phone ringing. This was back during land line days. I heard my girl answer the phone and say “Papa!” With a smile on her face and voice. Her dad. Nice enough guy, but very traditional and old school almost to a fault. Kind of an aristocratic family, but next exactly. I could never really get a handle on the social status nuances in the country. After hanging up she said her father was visiting her that day to see how she was doing. I was welcome to stay, but Jean has to go. Andrea started cleaning up and then went to her room to change out the sheets. The only time I saw her outside of her relaxed state was when her father would visit. It was like she was trying to live up to his expectations of her. I went to wake up Jean and it was a task since she seemed hung over. She was finally up and looked miserable. I told her she had to get ready to leave since Andrea’s father was on his way over for a visit and he has no idea his daughter and I have an open/poly relationship. She looked at me with her dark eyes and leaned over to kiss me and gave me a little peck on the lips then thanking me for a great night. She got up and started to her ready. I helped Andrea by putting fresh sheets on the bed and sweeping the house and doing the dishes. By the time I was done putting away the dry dishes Jean was unsteadily standing in the kitchen. I have her a cup of tea and told her we would leave soon since I didn’t think she would be able to get back to the station nearest to our post by herself if she hadn’t done it before. She drank the tea silently as Andrea and I said our good byes and made out a little by the door. Andrea went to her and gave her a hug telling her she was so glad to meet her and we would hang out again soon. Leaving that apartment always made me sad. It was such a comfort being with her. Jean still looked a bit out of it, but the brisk morning air and the walk to the station seemed to wake her up more than the tea did. I told her when we get back to post we should get a good brunch at the mess hall and she should take a nap. I walked her back to her room after we ate and she asked if I wanted to hang out that night after she recovered. I agreed I would swing by around 6. She said no. Later to swing by around 9. This was a Sunday and Monday PT was always pretty hardcore, but sure. I called Andrea when I got to the barracks day room and she let me know her dad just got there and asked about me. I told her to say hi for me. She then told me I should fuck Jean as soon as possible and let her know if it was good. That’s all I needed. That day I spend just doing laundry and ironing my uniforms and shining my “formation” boots for the Monday formation. I had a uniform and boots specifically for first formation on Mondays and then change out to a more beat up uniform and boots to work down in the motor pool. So around 8:45pm I made my way down the street to visit Jean. When I knocked on her door her roommate opens and let’s me in. I walk to the partitioned side of the barracks room and walk in behind the privacy curtain she has set up and she’s in bed listening to music though a head set when she sees me. Gets up and gives me a hug and a kiss on the mouth. I kiss back. She asks me if I wanted a drink. Honestly I didn’t, but she offered so I accepted. She has bought a bottle of honey whine at the festival and we drank about 2/3 of the bottle. Every time she set the bottle down I was forced to see the picture of her fiancé on the end table. He looked like a pimply faced kid with a blonde bowl cut. The kind of kid that would look like every active shooter you see on the news. We started to make out and before I knew it were were naked on her twin sized bed my mouth sucking on her clit and her roommates music turned up louder so she couldn’t hear us. I made my way to suck on her nipples and move to kiss her and bite and suck on her neck. Her lips tasted like strawberry candy. I used my cock to tease her shaved pussy. Between moving it near her clit to sliding up up and down her lips. When we intertwined our fingers together I could feel that engagement ring and it turned me on even more. She finally told me to stop teasing her and fuck her. I asked her about a condom and she told me she was on the pill. She just needed me inside her. I thought about my girlfriend saying she wanted me to fuck Jean so I went ahead and slide into her after a few adjustment thrusts. My right hand holding her left over her head while my other hand propped me up so I could continue to slam into her. The alcohol numbed me a little so it took some time for me to cum. She just kept telling. Me to fuck her harder and deeper and I did as she asked. I kept feeling myself bottom out in her with the deeper harder thrusts and I know it was hurting her, but she kept asking for the deep thrusts and she would wince and smile at the same time. She let go of my hand and started scratching my back and bit my ear at one point telling me I have a much better cock than her fiancé. Every time she would say what a great fuck I was I could see that kid’s face in the picture frame on her nightstand. It got tot he point that her headboard was just slamming on the wall and her legs wrapped around my waist and she kept telling me she needed to feel my cum. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I told her I was going to cum and I slammed into her one last time and let myself shoot deep inside her as I bottomed out. She bit my shoulder and clawed my back harder with every spurt. When we finally started to come out of our afterglow we realized that the picture frame had fallen off the nightstand and the engagement ring she was wearing when we were fucking had broken. The next day she had to go to the aid station before PT because apparently as much as she loves me bottoming out in her in the heat of the moment I bruised her cervix. We still fucked that hard in the future, but now she knew what to expect the next few days. I didn’t know it at the time, but she wrote a letter breaking up with her fiancé the next day. She included the broken pieces of the ring. We ended up fucking a lot with and without Andrea. Even made time to find each other and fuck during a deployment in my unit’s motor pool late at night. Andrea really liked her too and became a huge fan of eating my creampie out of Jean’s pussy when we played together. Eventually it all ended because of different assignments, but we stayed in contact and occasionally met up to play if we ended up near each other for training or travel. The last contact I had with her was via email. She told me she finally met a guy that her family approves of. So even though he’s boring and not good in bed he’s a good provider. She became a stepmom and wife. No contact since. It was good while it lasted.
2019.09.12 16:12 Darken237After the End Old World: Dev Diary 11 - to the edge of the world
Greetings, readers, and welcome to the next Dev Diary for After the End – Old World! This week, we take a bit of a detour to the far East – the land of India, more specifically. https://preview.redd.it/ppql3ug546m31.jpg?width=880&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c07af2ecfd754e4de7c3b73d9d525288c6b43b6c India has endured in one form or another for over five thousand years, and great though the chaos and turmoil of the Event was, it was merely one more disaster among a lengthy history. Though much has changed, much yet remains the same. Faith and Fire India is a land with a rich history, but it is not a history without division, the most notable, enduring, and vicious of these being the division between native and non-native religions. Despite the loss of much information over the course of centuries, the ancient animosities between Islam and non-Muslim religions in the subcontinent have been remembered well, and with the breakdown of the international order that kept such animosity (somewhat) constrained, warfare between them has become the norm. As it is impossible to understand India without understanding its religions, we will now provide you with an overview of these. The Ways of Dharma The entity sometimes called “Hinduism” has never been a single religion in the sense of the Abrahamic faiths, instead being an umbrella term for a broad variety of traditions and schools with many shared beliefs. This has not changed in the 26th century, as the faiths of India morph and alter themselves to accommodate new realities. By the year 2555, these changes have resulted in two dominant currents in Hindu thought and practice. While these currents are still very broad, and multiple schools and differences of opinion exist within each, for game purposes these streams of thought are treated as different overarching religions. The Flower of Bharat In the years leading up to and following the Event, debate raged over the question of what it meant to truly “be an Indian”. Was it sufficient to be of Indian lineage? Was it possible for a foreigner to become Indian? Was culture or blood the determining factor? Most crucially, was it necessary for him to follow a Vedic religion? Different answers were proposed to each of these questions by different teachers, but the school of thought known as Bharatva was born out of those who answered with a triumphalist, majoritarian response. Bharatva maintains many of the traditional Vedic beliefs (in reincarnation, in dharma, Brahma and Atman, etc), but adds to these an extremely rigorous and combative attitude towards unbelievers and a firmly literalist interpretation of Hindu scripture. Bharatvists believe that all Indians ought to be united under a single Great King, and that “foreign” religions have no place there. As a result, they are by far the most aggressive of the Dharmic religions, and harbour particular hatred for Abrahamic religions. Other “Dharmic” religions such as Sikhism and Jainism are tolerated, but are considered inferior to the way of Bharatva. In addition, Bharatva schools face controversy by their insistence on the importance of the caste system, which many other schools and currents of thought were eager to discard. Bharatva contains within it a multitude of schools of thought, such as: -Aryasamajists, monotheistic proselytisers who boost conversion strength -Savarkari, who focus on Indian culture rather than religion per se, and receive Learning bonuses -Bharata Gandhists, who believe that the legendary Mahatma was the reincarnation of King Bharat. They are even more aggressive than standard Bharatvists, advocating for the expansion of the Hindu State far beyond the borders of India. Other schools familiar from the basegame version of CK2 will also be present, such as Vaishnavism and Shaivism. https://preview.redd.it/kk6q9n8946m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=14b558618a7040fbedd2457f9141f5b371643cfe Neo-Vedantic The term “Neo-Vedantic” was not one chosen by its own practitioners, for it implies that they are not “really” a Vedantic religion, but merely a monstrous, second-hand knockoff of such. Indeed, that is the very purpose of the term, for it was first used by Bharatvist polemicists to insult and demean Hindus who disagreed with their doctrines. Nonetheless, the term has stuck, and it is by this label that they are referred to in-game. Neovedantics vary widely in their beliefs, and are to some degree defined by their opposition to what they see as the excesses and disgraces of the Bharatvists, their most bitter enemies. In fact, Bharatvists and Neovedantics despise each other so bitterly (each seeing the other as a deep perversion of true Dharma) that not only can they declare Holy Wars on each other, Neovedantists can only declare traditional Holy Wars on Bharatvists, and have to settle for Minor Holy Wars against heathens! Neovedantism still holds most of the traditional, distinctly-Indian religious beliefs and practices, but they also incorporate beliefs and practices from India’s long subjugation under the fabled British Empire, of which only legends remain. Most notably, most Neovedantics do not believe in the necessity of the caste system, regarding it either as a relic fit only for a previous era or an outright corruption introduced by Brahmins in the Middle Ages. There are a variety of schools of thought, such as the Brahamo (monotheists who reject Hindu mythology in favour of a rational faith), the Ramakrishnas (another branch of monotheists who focus on missionary work, and are one of the few Indian religious branches enthusiastic about preaching to heathens), and the Vaishnava Gandists (followers of a school of Vaishnavism that holds that the legendary Mahatma, venerated as a Sant by nearly all Indians, was in fact an Avatar of Vishnu. Their special focus is on synthesis, syncretism, and religious peace). Other schools more familiar from vanilla CK2, such as Shaktism and Smartism, are also still present. The Land of Five Rivers The north-western part of India has always been a place of many faiths, and the Event did little to change that. The region is dominated by two primary powers – in the North, Maharaja Raavi Singh rules over the ancestral holy land of the Sikh people. https://preview.redd.it/xgxjxl9d46m31.jpg?width=949&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d673f87f9335598602da52c95c9c9ed303d55190 They face a somewhat precarious position, surrounded by realms of different religions. Fortunately for them, their most powerful neighbour, the Neo-Vedantic Mishra Kingdom, cannot declare Holy Wars on them. However, their other neighbors can, including the Afghan Emirs, the Bharatvist warlords of Rajasthan, and possibly their most severe threat, the Indari Sultanate to their south, who claim descent from the rulers of the mythic land of Pakistan. Will the words of Guru Grant Sahib continue to guide people to salvation? Or will the Second Sikh Empire be destroyed like its predecessor? The Sacred Valley The largest Kingdom of ancient India, Uttar Pradesh is the fertile heartland of Indic civilisation. The Gangetic floodplain supports agriculture strong enough to feed millions, though nothing like the surely-mythical yields that are said to have been possible to the pre-Event civilisation. The terrain and high populations of the region have resulted in much conflict, which has finally resolved itself in the form of three ruling dynasties; the Mishras, the Guptas, and the Anands. The conflict has grown ever more intense with the interference of the Nepali kingdom, whose Buddhist rulers find it prudent to keep their southern neighbours eternally feuding with each other. https://preview.redd.it/xyvwn8un46m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f8611af28d9384dd08001ca186092110dfdfc17a The Guptas were once minor landholders in Delhi, but rose to power in a coup against a King seen as weak and corrupt. Known adherents of the extremist Barata Ganda school, they set out to purge India from what they viewed as ‘impure’ influences. This was followed by a horrific campaign of persecution and violence against Muslim minorities within the Guptas’ realm. This earned them the especial ire of the Mishras, who were famous for their protection and even patronage of Muslims within their own lands, even the unorthodox and highly persecuted Ahmadiyya. Believers in the Vaishna Ganda school, they were firm believers in freedom of religion, and were disgusted that the Guptas could be so blasphemous as to slaughter Muslims in the name of the Mahatma. A fierce war ensued, which resulted in a bloody stalemate, during which many members of religious minorities fled across the Ganges and settled in Mishra territory. Both attempt to consolidate their power in anticipation of final victory in Uttar Pradesh. The Guptas have done this by annexing and absorbing smaller warlords south of the River, while the Mishras have made formal alliances of marriage with the Anand dynasty of Bihar. https://preview.redd.it/ub41fnlq46m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ca38232a65d1178dbf18232fa5edd0d8e121ac40 Religious map Gujarat, Rajasthan, and Maharastra The western parts of India are fractured and often violent, with Kingdoms rising and falling in the span of a single generation. The Rajput peoples have no clear leader, with multiple Rajas struggling for a position of supremacy. Meanwhile, Gujarat, led by the Kings of the ancient Mohdey dynasty, struggles to fend off both Rajput raiders and the tentative efforts of the Desai kings, who, despite purporting to follow the way of ahimsa, are eager to find a way to reclaim the Jain holy places of Gujarat. https://preview.redd.it/a7ky1gkt46m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=392068aec0725c6448dfd7ed47858e7c89e4f8be Jainism has been a minority religion in India for many centuries. However, in the late 24th century, a great holy man named Neeraj Karmarkar initiated a revival of the way of ahimsa in western Maharastra. Possessed of apparently-miraculous powers and claiming to be a reincarnation of the Mahatma himself, Neeraj founded the religious order known as the Neeraji, who have made the spread of the faith throughout all of India their main goal. Neeraji mystics and philosophers travel the subcontinent, engaging in debate, supporting the Jina and establishing monastic communities. Their success varies, sometimes accomplishing little, at other times sparking widespread conversions to Jainism, or even converting the rulers of entire realms. Some rulers attempt to clamp down on them, some embrace them genuinely, and others still tolerate them for the economic and technological benefits that they and their monasteries bring. In 2555, the Desai Raj is the only realm to officially follow Jainism, but the efforts of the Neeraji may change that yet. Finally, there are two small, seemingly-insignificant vassals of the Desai, who nonetheless are very interesting: first, the line of House Bom, rulers of Goa, and followers of the faith of the Christ-beyond-the-seas: https://preview.redd.it/i53jthzx46m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ab316defca48674a1d08456e8223e47e962d04c5 Secondly, the house of Yadzgir, rulers of the prosperous city of Mumbai, descended from refugees from antique Persia, and one of the few remaining practitioners of the faith of Ahura Mazda: https://preview.redd.it/76ab6hmz46m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8e7f6006aabe189f5481aeb2faf35e51b13bcd6e Karnataka and the Deccan Plateau The people of southern India have always been a little different from their northern cousins. The geography of the Deccan Plateau makes it difficult for outsiders to exert control over the region, but also makes it troublesome for rulers to expand beyond its borders. In 2555, most of Deccan has been unified underneath the Purandara Empire, a large and relatively stable realm that is ringed on all sides by smaller coastal powers. However, despite its size, the Empire is in a perilous position – the previous Emperor died young, with his one-year-old son his only heir. A regent rules the realm for now, but powerful and ambitious vassals vie for power, threatening to destabilise the Deccan. https://preview.redd.it/l8hyg8x456m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f17454aa92d26a76b72c12b3997a38be919568f6 To the South, the resurgent Ramachandrans of Sri Lanka look hungrily for more land to expand to, bringing with them the oldest Buddhist school, the Theravada. Should the Purandaras fall apart, they may yet seek to replace them, and return Buddhism to a position of prominence in the land of its origin. https://preview.redd.it/qnmi201756m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ebf1906c179b04883820e552f25c480b9ecf5346 A most unique realm in found in Chera Nadu, southwest of the Purandaras. This realm, Villarvattom, is ruled by people who call themselves Nasranis, known to Europe of old as the St.Thomas Christians. These people claim to have been brought the Faith by the Apostle Thomas over twenty-five centuries ago. Though they have long since lost communication with the rest of the Christian world, they have not forgotten their ancient faith, which has acculturated itself well to the Indian mind and sentiment. Over the centuries they have been vassals of the Purandaras, but the recent decline in Purandara power has left them more or less independent. Will they return to servitude to protect themselves from the ravages of the Buddhists and Brahmins? Or will they carve out their own Christian kingdom in the Tamil Nadu? https://preview.redd.it/8x7spwb956m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f8432a7c862ed21c9e5e6803b39df2c0ec1dc7ca To the east lies the great alliance of merchant princes known as the Tamil Confederation (currently ruled by House Vairamuthu). This loose collection of city-states makes their living trading spices, ivory, and other luxury goods along the coasts of the subcontinent. They have always enjoyed the protection and patronage of the Purandaras, but with said power waning, they face new threats from Sri Lanka and the north - and there’s always the possibility that their benefactor could become unhappy with them. https://preview.redd.it/g3wxn3ua56m31.jpg?width=954&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b4d7947c2f0b6ec75fedbc20981d9348cca425e2 The Jungles of The East The eastern lands of Orissa and Gondwana were never prioritised as highly by the Ancients, and as such remained poorer and less developed, retaining in many parts a tribal way of life. However, this situation in some ways benefited them when the Event came, for they were better prepared for the post-Event world and the chaos which followed. https://preview.redd.it/ufocfrof56m31.jpg?width=1231&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=beef6cbf23e2bc2dfd003c30d24f9646fd076325 The Rajas of these areas are highly unusual, for many reasons. Firstly, and most notably, they follow a strange religion quite dissimilar from the ‘civilised’ traditions of India. The Maunaxites, as they are called, reject the idea of reincarnation and the caste system, which they regard as evil ideas created by the dark spirits, known as the “Lords of the Land”, to enslave and deceive the people. They worship Maushiva, the Scarlet King (identified with Shiva by many Hindus), whom they believe returns at appointed times throughout history to destroy the corrupt and wicked rulers and uplift the poor. They maintain that the Event was his judgement upon the wicked and corrupt Empire of India, which cared little or nothing for the poor and often persecuted them, and indeed were scarcely better than the wicked British which he liberated them from previously. The Maunaxites are extremely isolationist and usually only venture outside of their homelands to engage in raids, which are feared throughout Bengal and Karnataka for their ferocity. Bengal, Land of Gold and Green https://preview.redd.it/oafb45pj56m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fb37e17d117b21276323c5f3f4697cd7653d3a31 Bengal, also known as Bangla or Bangladesh, has always been a tumultuous country. A Muslim-majority area surrounded by non-Muslims, the societal collapse in the wake of the Event caused chaos and violence to escalate in the region. Petty kingdoms rose and fell, and the Bengal Delta changed hands between Muslim and Hindu several times. The current watchful peace in the area was established by Mansif Chowdhury, a powerful general of the then-King of Bengal. Attacked during a time of civil war and instability by an alliance of three Hindu kings from the west, only Mansif’s quick thinking and genius saved the realm. At the Battle of the Raging Waters, his numerically inferior force broke and drove back the combined armies of the kings, earning him the nickname ‘Hindu-Hammer’. Mansif was near-unanimously pronounced King by popular acclaim, overthrowing his old liege and establishing the Chowdhury dynasty. His reign is regarded as a golden age, lasting over fifty years until he died a natural death at the ripe age of eighty-one. Currently, his grandson Shahabuddin rules the realm and its tributaries, remaining the foremost power in the region – at least for the time being. https://preview.redd.it/eg4miern56m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=283cfd1bf455c3178f0503ee447c5f7932ed1d77 The Peoples of God To the north of Bengal, in the jungles of Nagaland, a powerful Kingdom resists the advances of the Chowdhury Sultans and the Tibetan Kings both. Here, the tribesfolk were long ago catechised by missionaries from a foreign land. Because they accepted faith in Jesus Christ through baptism, they readily accepted the name of Baptists, and among them, traditional Assamese names such as Alisha, Darpak, Eeshan, and Divyesh sit side-by-side with names like Matthew, Mary, Christopher, and John. https://preview.redd.it/ob8ut9jq56m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=84e1e1e9d325e2823ae33aef6cb898c37d5e055f Currently, the Liangmai dynasty rules, and have been so far successful in defending their homeland from the predations of the Bengal Sultans, ambushing their armies in the densely-forested hills and valleys of Nagaland. Yet, Maharaja John looks outward, a little uneasy. Defending one’s homeland is good, yes, but the Scriptures clearly teach that Christians must preach the Gospel to the whole world. Were not they themselves only saved because devout men and women from across the ocean were so aflame for the faith that they travelled to the dangerous lands of Assam, facing derision and hardship? How then can they, who are closer by distance, blood and culture to the peoples of India, fail to work for evangelisation also? Only time will tell, however, what will come of this sentiment. Realm of the Dragon Emperor To the north of Assam, on the border of ancient Tibet, lies a secretive and mystical realm. Known to some ancient scholars as “Bhutan”, the Thunder Dragon Empire claims dominion over a small realm, nestled in the mountains. Isolationist and mistrustful of outsiders, few enter or leave the Realm of the Dragon Emperor, but legend says that it was one of the only places completely spared the wrath of The Event, protected by their divinely-favoured monarchs. Though small, the Empire is extremely wealthy, with highly developed cities and temple complexes flourishing throughout its borders. https://preview.redd.it/fc0smiit56m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=54b6a59ec1b4467d49a586dc7d2f9329a6fe4fb0 Followers of Tibetan Buddhism, the Wangchuck Emperors strive to maintain their unique way of life, free from the threat of Indian or Tibetan domination. But some wonder if the Dragon-Emperor should truly remain behind his walls forever. Would it not be better, some argue, to spread his enlightened rulership to more people? The present Emperor does not wish for this, but all it would require is for one of his heirs to be less peaceloving. It Came From The Far Continent Ancient legends tell of the distant past, when the mythical British Empire dominated the whole of the land of India, imposing their foreign ways and plundering the riches of the land. To most Indians of the 26th century, such stories were entertaining, and perhaps believed, but hardly considered relevant to their own everyday lives. The British, if they ever really did exist, were long gone, swept away by history. They were excellent sources of villains for works of fiction, and little more. All that changed a few decades ago. A party of foreign ships, looking rather ragged and their crews worse for wear, took refuge in the western port of Mumbai, where their pale complexions and outlandish clothing stirred up a storm of curiosity about them. They had managed to obtain the services of several Persian and Egyptian translators who were capable of intermediating between them and the natives, and it soon became clear that they desired to purchase land in India. Though they were initially permitted to stop in Mumbai, their arrogance and contempt towards local customs quickly earned them the ire of the locals. The ships fled following a brief struggle, but mere days later a larger fleet appeared on the horizon. However, the Desai Maharaja had not ignored the threat, and had already mustered his own sizable fleet to do battle with the invaders. Apparently unwilling to risk such a battle, the foreign fleet turned away and sailed south. However, the influence of the Purandara Empire made it impossible for them to make any serious attempt at landing in southern India. At last, having circled around almost the whole subcontinent, they made landfall in Kolkata. The local Raja, weakened by a recent defeat in battle against the Bengal Sultanate, was unable to put up much resistance, and within a few months the nearby countryside had been pacified. The new rulers announced their loyalty to the Great Queen, who had conquered this land ages ago, and for whose glory they were to reclaim it. The British had come again. https://preview.redd.it/8ixh4jx066m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=339f659f754a0c732831f55cf0c2963fd605e5b5 Now, James Crowhill faces a daunting but eminently worthy struggle. Though for now their position is relatively secure, they are, as expected, fairly unpopular in these lands. They brought with them a sizable contingent of soldiers from the Home Islands, enough to stand against even the Bengal Sultanate in an open fight. But these troops cannot be replenished, and if they are whittled down, it is unlikely that the natives can be convinced to give their lives for The Queen. Famed and feared though the British are, establishing their rule over such a huge land will be difficult. But if they were to succeed, what glory it would bring, to the Queen! https://preview.redd.it/lzhy5ub266m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e3a992da695353d5295468c797bb93c5cdd83b30 And what glory it would bring to his own house, also… https://preview.redd.it/f7lkb0x366m31.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2a424517fe3a216c718c1835292a9b850708e699 Conclusion Whew! That sure was a heck of a journey! We hope you’ve enjoyed this look into the Indian subcontinent. It took a lot of time to make, due to its sheer size, coupled with the fact that none of us are naturally familiar with India, so it required a fair bit of research to ensure that our end product at least felt like India. Still, thank you for reading! (This DD was made u/cantustropus).
2019.08.26 14:24 Double-Parked_TARDISI researched the origins of the first name (A–L) of every contestant
I was mildly curious about all these, and because etymology (the history of word origins) has been my passion since I was in middle school—everyone needs a hobby, right?—I made this list happen. Note: A lot of names are invented. Some of them, such as Janice, Jessica and Wendy, have prestigious origins in the works of famous authors and poets. Other names, as you'll see below, are put together by parents who simply want their children to have unique monikers. When I can't tell what a likely invented name has as its origin, I will give my best guess. Another note: My experience is mostly with names of European and Middle Eastern origin. A handful of contestants have names that derive from the profusion of languages in sub-Saharan Africa or from those in the Indian subcontinent. I've done a fair amount of research on these, but the information I gathered is by no means exhaustive, so if you find an error or a gap in my writing, I implore you to set me straight. :) Adam: From Hebrew ’adam, meaning “man” Adrianne: From Latin Hadrianus, referring to a person from Hadria (today either the town of Adria or the town of Atri, both in Italy) Aimee: From Latin amata, “loved,” the perfect participle of amare, “to love” Alasia: Most likely a modern invention using the common suffix –asia Alexandra, Alexandria: From Ancient Greek alexein, “to defend,” and anēr, “man.” Names with the same origin include Sandra. Alisha, Allison, Allyssa: From an ancient Germanic name akin to Athalhaidiz, “nobleness” (compare obsolete English athelhood) Amanda: From Latin, loosely translated as “deserving of love,” the gerundive form of amare, “to love” (compare Aimee above) Ambreal: An invented name perhaps based on Amber Aminat: A Nigerian name ostensibly of Arabic origin and either derived from or related to ’amīn, “trustworthy” or “honest.” Also the name of a badass sixteenth-century queen. Amis: seeAimeeabove Analeigh: A combination of Ana and Leigh. Ana derives from a Semitic root, kh-n-n, that meant “grace” (compare modern Hebrew khanun, “gracious”), while Leigh, originally a surname, derives from Old English lēah, “clearing” or “meadow.” Names with the same origin as Analeigh include Ann, Anna, Anya, and Hannah. Anamaria: A combination of Ana (see Analeigh above) and Maria, which may ultimately derive from Middle Egyptian mrwt, “beloved”—my favorite theory—though the name’s origin is disputed. Names with the same origin as Maria include Mariah, Mirjana and Mollie (Molly). Ann, Anna: seeAnaleighabove Annaliese: A combination of Anna (see Analeigh above) and Liese, a German form of Elizabeth, which derives from Hebrew Elisheva, roughly translated as “my god is an oath.” Names with the same origin as Annaliese include Elyse, Isabella, Lisa, and Liz. Anchal: Via Hindi from Sanskrit añcala, “the border of a garment” Angelea, Angelia: From Ancient Greek angelos, “messenger” Anslee: Variant of Ainsley, originally a surname that referred to either Annesley or Ansley, both of which are towns in England. The towns’ names both derive from Old English ān lēah, “solitary clearing,” or ānsetl lēah, “hermitage clearing” (compare Analeigh) Anya: see Analeigh above April: From Latin Aprilis, the fourth (originally second) month of the year, of uncertain origin. It may be related to the preposition ab, “from” or “after,” giving the name a meaning something like “next (month),” or it could derive from Apru, the Etruscan name for Aphrodite. Ashley: Originally a surname deriving from Old English æsċlēah, “ash clearing” (compare Analeigh) Atalya: Perhaps a phonetic respelling of the Hebrew name Athaliah, “Yahweh is exalted” Ava: From Hebrew Khava, likely related to the verb likhyot, “to live” AzMarie: Real name is AshleyMarie (see Ashley and Anamaria above) Bello: Spanish for “handsome,” from Latin bellus Ben: From Hebrew Binyamin, “son of the right hand” (get your mind out of the gutter) or, by metaphor, “son of the south” Bethany: Via Greek Bēthania from an Aramaic or Hebrew name akin to bet, “house (of),” plus a second element that may have been 'aniy, “poor” Bianca: Italian for “white,” from Germanic (compare blank) Binta: Possibly from Arabic bint, “daughter” Brandy: From the name of the alcoholic beverage (yes, really), from Dutch brandewijn, literally “burnt wine” (compare brand—as in the marks on cattle—and wine) Bre: Real name is Brittany, after the Celtic area of northwestern France (compare Breton and Britain) Brenda, Brendi: A Scottish name possibly derived from Old Norse brandr, “sword” or “torch” (compare Brandy above) Brita, Brittani, Brittany: seeBreabove.EDIT: Brita is actually (ding!) most likely a Scandinavian cognate of Bridget, which derives from the name Brighid, from a Celtic root that meant "high" or "hill" and is distantly related to borough, barrow, burgundy, force, and Brahma. Brooke: From brook, a type of river, from Old English brōc Camille: From the Roman cognomen Camillus, perhaps related to camillus, “acolyte” Candace: Via Ancient Greek from Meriotic (Cushitic) kdke, the hereditary title of the queens of what is now Ethiopia CariDee: I tried to find an interview—any interview—in which CariDee discussed her name, but alas, I couldn’t find any. My best guess is that it’s a combination of Carrie and Dee, with the former ultimately deriving from the Germanic name Karl, meaning “man”—compare English churl—and the latter a nickname for common D-names such as Deirdre and Dorothy. Cassandra: From Ancient Greek anēr, “man,” plus an element of uncertain origin but perhaps related to kekasmai, “to shine” Cassie: A nickname for either Cassandra (see above) or Cassidy, an Irish patronymic surname, originally Ó Caiside, from Irish Gaelic cas, “twisted” or “curly” Catherine, Catie: From Ancient Greek Aikaterinē, a name of disputed origin. My favorite theory is that the name is related to that of the witch goddess Hecate, but there’s not a ton of evidence for that. The name does not, however, mean “pure”; that’s just folk etymology, which is when two unrelated words (in this case, Aikaterinē and katharos, “pure”—compare catharsis) are assumed to be related just because they sound similar, like island and isle or adult and adultery. Names with the same origin as Catherine include Kahlen, Kara, Kari, Kasia, Katarzyna, Kathleen, Kathy, Katie, and Kayla. Celia: From the Latin cognomen Caelius, from caelum, “sky” or “heaven” Chantal, Chantelle: Via French from Old Occitan cantal, “stone,” from Latin canthus, “circle” Chelsey: From the name of the district in London, from Old English cealc, “chalk,” and hȳth, “harbor” Cherish: From the English verb, from Old French chierir, “to hold dear” Chlea: Probably a variant of Cleo, from Ancient Greek kleos, “fame” Chris, Christian, Christina: Ultimately from Ancient Greek khristos, “anointed” Claire: French form of Clara, from Latin clarus, “clear.” Names with the same origin include Kiara. Clark: A goddamn final e doesn't make a difference, FYI. From a surname related to cleric and clerk, from Latin clericus, “priest.” Cody: From the Irish patronymic surname Ó Cuidighthigh, related to Irish Gaelic cuidigh, “help” Cory: From an Old Norse name, Kóri, of uncertain meaning CoryAnne: seeAnaleighandCoryabove Coryn: From Ancient Greek korē, “girl” or “maiden” Coura: Real name is Shantelle (see Chantal above). I’m not sure what Coura could mean, but it could be a variant of Cora (see Coryn above). EDIT: This could be relevant. Courtney: From Courtenay, a commune in France, the name of which derives from Latin curtus, “short” Dalya: Similar to Atalya above, my guess is that the name is also a phonetic respelling of a Hebrew name: Dalyah, meaning “tendril” or “hanging branch.” Alternatively, it could be a phonetic respelling of Dahlia, from the name of a flower that was named after the Swedish botanist Anders Dahl. Danielle: From the Hebrew name Daniyel, meaning “my judge is god” Darian: Uncertain, but it may be an elaborated form of Darius, Darren, or Dorian Delanie: Respelling of Delaney, which is both an English and an Irish surname. The English version derives from Old French delalnage, “of the alder grove” (compare modern French de l’aulnaie), and the Irish counterpart, originally Ó Dubhshláine, comes from Irish Gaelic dubh, “black” or “dark,” and Sláine, the river Slaney. Denzel: From the name of a location in Cornwall, England Destiny: From the English word, which ultimately derives from Latin destinare, “to fasten” Devin: Similar to Delanie above, it is both an English and an Irish surname. The English surname derives from Old French divin, “divine,” while the Irish counterpart is Anglicized from both Ó Damháin and Ó Dubháin, which respectively come from damhán, “small ox,” and dubh, “black” or “dark” (again, see Delanie above) Diana, Diane: From the name of the Roman goddess of the moon and hunting, ultimately from an Indo-European root that meant “sky” or “god” (compare deity, diurnal, divine, journal, Jupiter, Tuesday, and Zeus) Dionne: A feminine short form of Dionysos, the Greek god of wine and revelry, of the same origin as Diana above Dominique: Via French from Latin dominicus, “of the lord” (compare various Romance words for “Sunday”: dimanche, domenica, domingo, etc.) Don: From Irish Gaelic Domhnall, from Old Irish domun, “world,” and fal, “lord” (compare Irish Gaelic domhan and flaith) Dustin: Originally a surname derive from Old Norse Thórsteinn, “Thor’s stone” Eboni, Ebony: Ultimately from Middle Egyptian hbny, with the same meaning Elina: From Ancient Greek Helenē, perhaps meaning “torch” but of unclear origin Elyse: seeAnnalieseabove Erin: Anglicized spelling of Éireann, genitive of Éire, “Ireland” Esther: From one of the following: the Akkadian goddess Ishtar; the Median word astra, “myrtle”; or the Classical Persian word sitāra, “star” Eugena: From Ancient Greek Eugenēs, “well born” (compare eulogy and genetics) Eva: seeAvaabove Fatima: An Arabic name referring to a baby who has been weaned Felicia, Fo: From Latin felix, “lucky” Furonda: Probably an invented name based on the common suffix –onda Gabrielle: From Hebrew Gavri’el, “my strong man is god,” from gever, “man” or “strong man,” plus the possessive suffix –iy, and ’El, “god” (compare Danielle above) Giah: Ultimately from Hebrew Yokhanan, “Yahweh is gracious,” from yo–, a contracted form of Yahweh (compare Atalya above), and khanun, “gracious” (compare Analeigh above). Names with the same origin as Giah include Ivana, Jaclyn, Jane, Janet, Jenah, Jessie, Jiana, Joanie, Nina, Sheena, and Yoanna. Gina: A pet form for names such as Eugenia, Georgina, Luigina, Regina, and Virginia, among many others Giselle: Via French from a Germanic root reconstructed as *gīslaz, which meant “hostage” Hadassah: From Hebrew hadas, “myrtle tree” Hannah: seeAnaleighabove Heather: From the name of the plant, of dialectal Scottish English origin India: From the name of the country, which was derived from the river Indus, from Sanskrit síndhu, “river” Isabella: seeAnnalieseabove. EDIT: Her real name is Kelly Marie; seeAnamariaabove andKellebelow. Isis: Via Ancient Greek, from the name of the Egyptian goddess, originally pronounced something like ist. The name may be related to the word for “throne,” nst, as the hieroglyph for “throne” is included in several renderings of the name Isis. Ivana: seeGiahabove Ivy: From the name of the plant, of Old English origin Jaclyn: seeGiahabove Jade, Jaeda: From the name of the stone, via French from Spanish piedra de ijada, “flank stone,” with ijada derived from Latin īlia, “intestines” Jael: From Hebrew ya‘el, “ibex” Jane, Janet: seeGiahabove Jaslene: I’m guessing that it’s a slight variation of Jasmine, which comes from the name of the plant, from Persian yâsaman Jasmia: I’m also guessing that it’s a variation of Jasmine (see Jaslene above) Jayla: A combination of Jay, a nickname for names beginning with j, and the common suffix –la Jeana: Either a variant spelling of Gina (see above) or an elaboration of Jean (see Giah above) Jenah: Originally a pet form of Jane (see Giah above), but used more often today as a nickname for Jennifer, a Cornish form of the Welsh name Gwenhwyfar, “white spirit” (compare penguin, literally "white head") Jenascia: An invented name. Jenascia said in an interview that it was a combination of her grandmothers’ names, but I couldn’t find any mention of them. However, Jenascia is from Burien, a city in King County, Washington, and there was a woman named Jenetta Chakos who died in King County at the age of 59, so that might be Jenascia’s paternal grandmother. Jennifer, Jennipher(sigh): seeJenahabove Jeremy: From Hebrew Yirmiyahu, “Yahweh will exalt,” from y’romem, “(he) will raise,” plus –yahu, a contracted form of Yahweh (compare Atalya above) Jessica: Invented by Shakespeare but probably based on the name Iscah, of uncertain etymology Jessie, Jiana, Joanie: see Giah above; Jessie also tends to be a modern nickname for Jessica (see above) Joslyn: Via French from Old High German Gauta, “Goth” Jourdan: Respelling of Jordan, the name of the Levantine river, from Hebrew yarad (infinitive laredet), “to descend” Julie: From Latin Iūlius, perhaps a contraction of Iovilius, “of Jove/Jupiter,” from the same root as Diana above Justin, Justine: From Latin iūstus, “just” or “lawful” Kacey: From an Irish surname, Ó Cathasaigh, from cathaiseach, “vigilant” Kahlen: seeCatherineabove Kanani: From Hawaiian, “the beauty.” EDIT: Her real name isBianca; see above. Kara, Kari, Kasia, Katarzyna, Kathleen, Kathy, Katie, Kayla: seeCatherineabove Keenyah: I couldn’t find anything on this one. EDIT: It may be an elaboration of the name Kenya, but further research is required. Keith: Originally a surname, possibly from a Celtic root meaning “wood” (compare Welsh coed) Kelle: Originally an Irish surname, Ó Ceallaigh, that is traditionally held to be related to geal, “white” or “bright” Kendal: Originally an English surname referring to a person from Kendale, England, the name of which derives from the river Kent, plus dale (as in “valley”) Kesse: Uncertain. I thought at first that it was a respelling of Kizzy, which is a nickname of Keziah (from Hebrew Q’tziyah, the cassia tree), but then I found a Ghanaian (male) singer with that name, and while that may just be a coincidence, I wouldn’t rule it out yet. Khrystyana: seeChrisabove Kiara: seeClaireabove Kim, Kimberly: From the names of several villages in England, all of which derive from Old English lēah, “clearing” (compare Analeigh above), plus given names such as Cynebald (“royal and bold”), Cyneburga (“royal city”), and Cynemær (“royal and famous”) Kortnie: seeCourtneyabove (sigh) Krislian: Possibly an elaboration of Chris (see above), perhaps influenced by Leanne, a combination of Lee and Anne (for both, see Analeigh above; Analeigh is the same name as Leanne, but with the elements reversed) Krista, Kristi, Kristin: seeChrisabove Kyla, Kyle: From Irish Gaelic caol, “strait” or, more generally, “slender part” Lacey: Originally a surname referring to a person from Lassy, a commune in Normandy Laura: From Latin laurus, “laurel tree” Lauren, LaurenBrie: From Latin Laurentius, indicating a person from the ancient city of Laurentum, the name of which was derived from laurus (see Laura above). Brie comes from Irish brí, “strength” or “vigor.” Leah: One theory derives it from the Hebrew word le’eh, “weary,” but I prefer the theory that it is connected to a Semitic root that means “cow”—and, more important, “strength” by extension Leila: From Arabic layla, “night,” or perhaps instead from laylā, “intoxication,” of the same root as layla Lenox: Originally a surname referring to someone from Lennox, a region of Scotland. The original Scottish name for the area is Leamhnachd (pronounced “lyau-nukhk”), which derives from Old Irish lem achad, either “field of the soft (stream)” or “field of elm.” Leslie: From a surname that derived from Irish Gaelic lios, “ring” or “enclosed space,” and cuileann, “holly.” EDIT: Her real name is Alejandra; seeAlexandraabove. Lexie: seeAlexandraabove Liberty: From the English word, from Latin lībertās Lisa, Liz: seeAnnalieseabove Lluvy: Short for Lluviana, which I believe comes from Spanish lluvia, “rain,” though I would need a definitive source for this London: Real name is Lauren (see above) Louise: Via French and Latin from either Frankish or Old High German *Hlōdowīg, from the Germanic elements *hlūdaz, “loud” or “famous,” and *wīga, “battle” Lulu: A German diminutive of names that begin with Lu–; often a nickname for Luise (see Louise above) Final note: Sources includebehindthename.comandetymonline.com, among others (e.g., foreign language dictionaries). I'll post names M–Z once I have the time to put the research together.
I just watched Alisha Marie’s ‘what I eat in a day video’ and it was so depressing to watch. The constant ‘I can have.....I’m allowed to have....I can’t have....” is just exhausting and all the measuring and absolutely 0 carbs the entire day. And I hate when all these beauty guru girls will eat a packet of almond butter or a spinach kale smoothie and say “omg guys this tastes JUST LIKE A REESE’S! Or comparing it to any other cheat food because all that’s teaching to the younger girl audience is that you can’t allow yourself to eat that but you can have something that MAYBE tastes like it! It’s completely teaching younger girls disordered eating. Alisha literally had 2 workouts in 1 day and was eating no carbs and surviving on a few snacks. Her “dessert” was a fucking single dove chocolate and this dumb sponsored smoothie packet??? I just feel bad for all the young girls who are in school and have sports and jobs and think that this is all they need. Not to mention how environmentally shitty the video was with the million useless packages for foods that don’t need them. I know I still have my own food issues but I can recognize the signs of restriction and understand that it shouldn’t be publicized to a predominantly teen girl audience that is already vulnerable to the risks of eating disorders.
2019.07.27 20:27 LearningIsListeningThe Pedophocracy by David McGowan
David McGowan, author of Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon, also published The Pedophocracy. This lesser known text covers international and domestic pedophilia and discusses several key figures involved. This is not an opinion piece. It is very well-sourced and thoroughly explained. Read the entire thing if you have the time; if you don't, check out the shortened version below. The Pedophocracy by David McGowan The text is pretty long, so below is a shortened (but still long) copy & paste and paraphrasing of the most vital parts. The copied and pasted portions that are in bold are most important. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART 1
Police and Government Corruption in the Dutroux Case
Dutroux was sentenced in 1989 to thirteen years for his crimes, but was freed after having served just three. This was in spite of the fact that, as prison governor Yvan Stuaert would later tell a parliamentary commission: “A medical report described him as a perverse psychopath, an explosive mix. He was an evident danger to society.” The man who turned Dutroux loose on society, Justice Minister Melchior Wathelet, soon after received a prestigious appointment to serve as a judge at the European Court of Justice at the Hague. Shortly after Dutroux’s release, young girls began to disappear in the vicinity of some of his homes. Though technically unemployed and drawing welfare from the state, he nevertheless owned at least six houses and lived quite lavishly. Police seem to have routinely ignored tips that later proved to be accurate, including a report from Dutroux's own mother that her son was holding girls prisoner in one of his houses. In addition, key facts were withheld from investigators working on the disappearances and lines of communication were unaccountably broken, inexcusably hindering the investigation. Police did search one of Dutroux's homes on no less than three separate occasions over the course of the investigation. On at least two of those occasions, two of the missing girls were being held in heinous conditions imprisoned in a custom-built dungeon in the basement. Nevertheless, the police searches came up empty, despite the fact that the investigating officers reported “hearing children’s voices on one occasion,” according to the Guardian. It was not until August 13, 1996, four years after the disappearances began, that authorities arrested Dutroux, along with his wife (an elementary school teacher), a lodger, a policeman, and a man theGuardiandescribed as “an associate with political connections” – elsewhere identified as Michel Lelievre. Two days later, police again searched Dutroux's home and discovered the soundproof dungeon/torture center. AsCNNreported, three years earlier “police ignored tips from an informant who said Dutroux was building secret cellars to hold girls before selling them abroad.” And in 1995, the same informant had told police that Dutroux had offered an unidentified third man “the equivalent of $3,000 to $5,000 to kidnap girls.” As the body count mounted, the outrage of the Belgian people grew. They demanded to know why this man, dubbed the 'Belgian Beast,' had been released after having served such an absurdly short sentence. And to know why, as evidence had continued to mount and girls had continued to disappear, the police had chosen to do nothing. How many girls, they demanded to know, had been killed as a result of this inaction? Adding further fuel to the fire, as aLos Angeles Timesreport revealed, was that: “a highly regarded children’s activist, Marie-France Botte, claims that the Justice Ministry is sitting on a politically sensitive list of customers of pedophile videotapes.” The same report noted that: “The affair has become further clouded by the discovery of a motorcycle that reportedly matches the description of one used in the 1991 assassination of prominent Belgian businessman and politician Andre Cools. Michel Bourlet, the head prosecutor on the pedophile case, meanwhile, has publicly declared that the investigation can be thoroughly pursued only without political interference. Several years ago, Bourlet was removed from the highly charged Cools case, which remains unsolved.” Outrage continued to grow as more arrests were made and evidence of high-level government and police complicity continued to emerge. One of Dutroux's accomplices, businessman Jean-Michel Nihoul, confessed to organizing an ‘orgy’ at a Belgian chateau that had been attended by government officials, a former European Commissioner, and a number of law enforcement officers. A Belgian senator would note, quite accurately, that such parties were part of a system “which operates to this day and is used to blackmail the highly placed people who take part.” In September, twenty-three suspects - at least nine of whom were police officers - were detained and questioned about their possible complicity in the crimes and/or their negligence in investigating the case. As the Los Angeles Times noted in a very brief, two-sentence report, the detainments “were the latest indication that police in the southern city of Charleroi may have helped cover up the alleged crimes of Marc Dutroux.” On October 14 came the straw that broke the camel's back: Jean-Marc Connerotte, who had been serving as the investigating judge on the case, was dismissed by the Belgian Supreme Court. Connerotte was viewed by the people as something of a rarity: a public official/law enforcement officer who actually appeared to be pursuing a prosecution, rather than a cover-up. TheNews Telegraphdescribed him as: “the only figure in the judiciary who enjoys the nation’s confidence.” As the New York Times reported, Connerotte “became a national hero in August after saving two children from a secret dungeon kept by a convicted child rapist and ordering the inquiry that led to the discovery of the bodies of four girls kidnapped by a child pornography network.” He had also, in 1994, arrested three men as suspects in the Cools assassination – just before the case was transferred to the jurisdiction of another magistrate. His removal from the Dutroux case fanned the smoldering flames of public outrage; the Times report noted that: “Hundreds of thousands of people had petitioned the high court to retain the judge.” Adding yet more fuel to the fire, prosecutor Michel Bourlet was claiming that evidence suggested that a pedophile ring composed of the wealthy and powerful had been protected for twenty-five years. On October 20, 350,000 citizens of the tiny nation took to the streets of Brussels dressed all in white, demanding the reform of a system so corrupt that it would protect the abusers, rapists, torturers, and killers of children. The political fallout from the case would ultimately bring about the resignation of Belgium's State Police Chief, Interior Minister, and Justice Minister – likely sacrificial lambs tossed to the outraged masses to avoid what could easily have exploded into a full-scale insurrection by the people, particularly after police ‘incompetence’ allowed Dutroux to escape and remain at large for a brief time in April of 1998. There were in fact calls from the people for the entire coalition government to step down. Months later, an opinion survey by Brussels’ Le Soir newspaper found that only one-in-five Belgians still had confidence in the federal government and the nation’s justice system. As the Los Angeles Times reported in January of 1998, “the conviction remains stubbornly widespread that members of the upper crust - government ministers, the Roman Catholic Church, the court of King Albert II - belonged to child sex rings, or protected them.”
As 1999 drew to a close, the nation of Latvia was rocked by a child prostitution/child pornography scandal that reached to the very top of the political power structure. The case first broke in August, when police uncovered a massive operation involving as many as 2,000 severely abused children. When media reports began linking top Latvian officials to the case, a special parliamentary commission was formed to investigate. The very next month, the Guardian carried a report on Eric Franklin Rosser – accused child pornographer, one of the FBI's ten most wanted criminals and a former keyboardist for John Cougar Mellencamp’s band. According to the report: “Investigators believe Rosser’s material is among pornography circulated by a British paedophile ring … More than 1,800 members are thought to belong to a club called Teenboys. Its website features boys aged around 12 … Teenboys is considered bigger than the notorious Wonderland Club.” Meanwhile, a pedophile ring in Australia with high-level government connections was handled in a slightly different way. As The Irish Times reported on July 17, 1998: “Police suspect a series of gruesome gay hate killings in the Sydney region could be the work of a serial killer whose victims might be linked through a notorious paedophile ring. The latest mutilation murder was that of Australia's longest serving mayor, Frank Arkell, aged 68, who was bludgeoned to death in his flat and who had previously faced 29 child sex charges. PART 2
Pedophilia in the U.S
While the size and scope of these operations have grown rapidly in recent years, America has - as it turns out - always been a nation whose laws were friendly to purveyors of child pornography. It was just over twenty years ago - in 1978 - that the very first federal statute on child pornography was passed into law. While forbidding production and sale, the statute placed no restrictions at all on the possession or trade of such materials. New laws enacted in 1984 forbid the trade of child pornography regardless of whether any money changed hands, though possession still remained legal. In fact, as recently as 1990, private possession of child pornography was legal in 44 of the 50 states, despite the inescapable fact that all such materials were, by necessity, illegally produced and/or illegally acquired. Jan Hollingsworth concurs with that figure, describing child pornography as: “A three-billion-dollar - per year - U.S. industry that grossed twice that worldwide. It [is] bigger than Disney. Much bigger.”
Speaking of Disney, Thomas notes that child porn videos are frequently trafficked internationally by deceptively packaging them as Disney videos. Strangely enough, the first man to benefit from the circuit court decision was Patrick J. Naughton. You may remember him as the executive with the Walt Disney Co. who ran one of the company's kid-friendly web sites. Naughton was arrested and later tried on child pornography charges. Author and e-zine editor Robert Sterling has written of what he refers to as “a pattern of trivialization of child molestation evidence” that seems to characterize high-profile media stories. He points out, for instance, that in the highly publicized Woody Allen and Mia Farrow child custody case, all the attention was focused on Allen’s illicit romance with Soon-yi Previn. Almost entirely ignored in the media coverage was the fact that Allen was also charged with molesting his own seven-year-old adopted daughter, Dylan. While the press dismissed those allegations as unfounded and unworthy of reporting, Sterling notes that “Connecticut state authorities, based on the testimony of Dylan and others, have stated that they do believe Woody did molest her, but decided not to prosecute anyway,” allegedly to spare the child any further trauma. The Junod article is, by the way, a profile of Greg Dark, one half of the former ‘Dark Brothers’ – notorious purveyors of dark-themed, occult-tinged porno films. Dark is rather noteworthy for openly peddling child pornography, in that many of his films featured a very young Traci Lords, who began working with the Dark Brothers at the age of thirteen. But Dark has put those days long behind him. He is now working comfortably in the mainstream. And he is no longer marketing teen sexuality. No, now he is creating music videos … for Britney Spears, Mandy Moore and the pre-pubescent Leslie Carter (sister of Aaron Carter and Back Street Boy Nick Carter). That is, according to Dark, a completely different line of work. Some interesting facts about Dark emerge in the Esquire profile. It is revealed, for instance, that he was raised by a satanist father. Dark’s father “used to read to Gregory from the works of Aleister Crowley, the noted satanist, when Gregory was very young.” His father’s collection of ‘black magick’ books is one of Dark’s most cherished possessions.
Pedophilia in Politics:Washington D.C. Callboy Scandal
Consider the case of Craig Spence, a behind-the-scenes Republican powerbroker in Washington. In June of 1989, theWashington Timespublished a story that sent shock waves across Capitol Hill. It seems that Spence had been operating a call-boy ring that supplied young boys, some of themvery youngboys, to the Washington elite of both political parties. It was rumored that a list of influential clients ran to some 200 names, and some of them were publicly identified. On the list were such names as former CIA director William Casey, former prosecutor and current cable ‘news’ talking-head Joseph diGenova, nominally liberal Congressman Barney Frank, political activist/propagandist Phyllis Schlafly, and former Attorney General John Mitchell – who once co-hosted a party with Spence. Also connected to the case were prominent figures in the media; on the guest lists for Spence's ‘parties’ were names such as Ted Koppel and Eric Severeid – who had both been close friends of Spence’s for more than two decades. Koppel had first met Spence when he was serving as the ABC bureau chief in Hong Kong and Spence was purportedly working as a correspondent in Vietnam. In Washington, Spence was known to take his show on the road, giving some of his boys regular late-night tours of the White House. These tours were reportedly arranged by Donald Gregg, the national security adviser to then-Vice President George Bush. Though Gregg adamantly denied the accusation, there were undeniable connections between the two men, including the fact that Spence had once sponsored a dinner for Gregg. The story quickly dropped off the media radar screen, and Washington and the press proceeded to pretend as though it had never been aired at all. According to aWashington Timesreporter, the paper trail was quickly covered-up – some 20,000 documents pertaining to the case were sealed by court order. By the time Spence turned up dead in a Boston hotel room less than five months after the story first broke, he was all but forgotten. The UK’sIndependentreported that: “Boston police said he was found lying on his bed at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, dressed in evening clothes, with no obvious signs of injury. The police refused to comment on the cause of death.” The Post had earlier reported that Spence had told a friend: “I may be disappearing soon. It will be sudden. It may appear to be a suicide, but it won’t be.”
Elsewhere in the country, a political operative named Larry King - hailed as “the fastest rising black star in the Republican Party” - was embroiled in another high-level pedophile ring. King, whose operation was based in Omaha, Nebraska, had connections to Craig Spence as well as to Ronald Reagan, George Bush, Oliver North, and various other major players in Washington. The story first began to emerge with the collapse of the Franklin Community Credit Union run by King, one of many such entities that went belly-up in the 1980s savings and loan scandals. A special senate 'Franklin Committee' was formed to look into allegations of financial improprieties, but soon found itself instead investigating claims of child prostitution, child pornography and ritual homicide. Committee members soon found themselves receiving anonymous threats. The investigation led to the doorsteps of some of the most powerful men in the state of Nebraska – including newspaper publisher Harold Andersen (a lunch partner of George Bush), local columnist Peter Citron, a judge, the mayor of Omaha, the city's Games and Parks Commissioner, a prominent attorney, the former police chief of Omaha, businessman Alan Baer, and multi-billionaire Warren Buffet (for whose son King sponsored a political fund-raiser). Also identified as a perpetrator by some of the victim/witnesses was George Bush himself. The scandal was completely ignored by the national U.S. media, and appears to have been covered by the local press for the sole purpose of discrediting the witnesses and denouncing the investigation as yet another ‘witch hunt.’ A documentary film crew from the UK’s Yorkshire Television, working in conjunction with the Discovery Channel, worked for months investigating the case. The result of their efforts was a film entitled “Conspiracy of Silence” which concluded that the child victims/witnesses were telling the truth.The documentary was scheduled to air on theDiscovery Channelon May 3, 1994. Just days before its scheduled airing, the film was pulled without explanation and all copies were ordered destroyed. At least one production copy of the video survived the purge, however, and has been known to circulate among those derisively labeled as ‘conspiracy theorists.’ For everyone else, the conspiracy of silence continues. The cover-up involved, according to DeCamp, the untimely deaths of at least fifteen key players in the scandal – including Franklin Committee investigator Gary Caradori, whose private plane was blown out of the sky on July 11, 1990 with Caradori and his eight-year-old son on board. Caradori had been threatened frequently, as had the witnesses from whom he was gathering information. His vehicle had also been repeatedly tampered with. His brother claimed that Gary had told him that he had recently come into the possession of a key piece of evidence - specifically a book of addresses and phone numbers - which “if they knew he had it, they’d kill him.” As appalling as the trail of dead witnesses was the fact that the childvictims**, rather than the perpetrators, were thrown in prison. One of them, a young female victim named Alisha Owen, achieved the rather dubious honor of spending more time in solitary confinement than any woman in the history of the Nebraska penal system. She was sentenced to 9-25 years in prison for allegedly committing perjury, ten years longer than the sentence received by King for looting his financial institution of $40 million.** It would be a full decade before any of the victims received even a semblance of justice, and that would ultimately come not from a criminal court, but from a civil court. In early 1999, a judgment was entered against defendant Larry King in favor of plaintiff Paul Bonacci – one of the most seriously abused of the child victims, whose abuse at the hands of King began when he was just six years old and which included his forced collaboration in the production of child snuff films. The memorandum of the district court's decision, issued on February 22, 1999, reads as follows: “Between December 1980 and 1988, the complaint alleges, the defendant King continually subjected the plaintiff to repeated sexual assaults, false imprisonments, infliction of extreme emotional distress, organized and directed satanic rituals, forced the plaintiff to 'scavenge' for children to be a part of the defendant King's sexual abuse and pornography ring, forced the plaintiff to engage in numerous sexual contacts with the defendant King and others and participate in deviate sexual games and masochistic orgies with other minor children. The defendant King's default has made those allegations true as to him …” PART 3
Pedophila in the United States Military
One of the names raised at the Bonacci trial was that of Michael Aquino. Aquino is the ‘High Priest’ and chief executive of the Temple of Set, an overtly satanic cult that split off from the Church of Satan in 1975. Besides tending to those duties, Aquino also has occupied his time serving as (according to an official biography once circulated by the Temple) a “Lieutenant Colonel, Military Intelligence, U.S. Army.” Aquino was accused in court by the mother of a victim as being a key player in a nationwide pedophile ring. Paul Bonacci himself has also positively identified Aquino as an associate of King, known to the children only as 'the Colonel.' King's personal photographer has identified Aquino as the man to whom he saw King hand over a suitcase full of cash and bonds. The photographer, Rusty Nelson, also has said that King told him that Aquino was part of the Contra guns and cocaine trafficking operation run by George Bush and another notorious Lt. Col., Oliver North. Aquino has also been linked to Offutt Air Force Base, a Strategic Air Command post near Omaha that was implicated in the investigation by the Franklin Committee. He was also claimed to have ordered the abduction of a Des Moines, Iowa paperboy.
This was certainly not the first time that Aquino had been implicated as a key figure in large scale pedophile/child pornography rings. In July of 1988, not long before the King and Spence cases broke, theSan Jose Mercury Newsran a lengthy exposé on the Presidio Child Development Center run by the U.S. Army in San Francisco... There is little doubt that literally dozens of children were in fact severely abused at the center. There was irrefutable medical evidence to document that fact. Five of the children had contracted chlamydia, a sexually transmitted disease; many others showed clear signs of anal and genital trauma consistent with violent penetration, which authorities chose to ignore. One mother complained to theSan Francisco Chroniclethat the FBI never interviewed her or her son, even after doctors had confirmed the boy’s abuse. The journal article, written by Diane Ehrensaft, Ph.D., also noted that: “The Presidio case has confronted both the public at large and the mental health community with an extraordinary and abhorrent situation of grave psychological proportions: the willful molestation of young boys and girls by representatives of the most patriarchal and supposedly protective arm of the American government – the U.S. Army.” The young witness also claimed to have been photographed at the Aquinos' home. On August 14 of 1987, a search warrant was served on the house. Confiscated in the raid were numerous videotapes, photographs, photo albums, photographic negatives, cassette tapes, and name and address books. Also observed was what appeared to be a soundproof room. Neither Aquino nor his wife were charged with any crimes, nor have they been to this day – a fact that Aquino claims proves his innocence. The next month, a fire - which the Army deemed to be accidental - destroyed the Army Community Services Building adjacent to the Presidio's day care center. Strangely enough, “the fire occurred on the autumnal equinox, a major event on the satanic calendar,” as the Mercury News noted. The fire also destroyed some of the center's records. “Three weeks later, fire struck again, this time at the day care center itself.” Investigators from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms determined that “both fires, contrary to the Army's finding, had been arson.” Aquino and various of his defenders have consistently claimed that no one was ever prosecuted in the case due to a lack of evidence – proof that the entire affair was no more than a ‘witch hunt.’ Of course, the failure to prosecute the federal charges could also be due to the fact that, at the time, the U.S. Attorney in San Francisco handling the case was Joseph Russoniello. Russoniello would later be identified by reporter Gary Webb of theSan Jose Mercury Newsas a player in the Contra cocaine smuggling operation led by Lt. Col. Oliver North and company, just as witnesses would later identify Lt. Col. Michael Aquino as an operative in the very same sordid affair. It always helps when your legal ‘adversaries’ are actually on your side. As disturbing as the Presidio case was, it was just one of many ritual abuse cases directly tied to one or more branches of the United States armed forces. As theMercury Newsreported: “By November, 1987 the Army had received allegations of child abuse at 15 of its day care centers and several elementary schools. There were also at least two cases in Air Force day care centers,” and another in a center run by the U.S. Navy. These cases erupted at some of the most esteemed military bases in the country, including Fort Dix, Fort Leavenworth, Fort Jackson, and West Point. Many of those making the accusations were career military officers who had devoted their lives to unquestioned allegiance to the U.S. armed forces. Many would resign their posts in outraged protest. AsThe Times Herald Recordreported in June of 1991: “The incidents [at the West Point Child Development Center] unfolded against a backdrop of satanic acts, animal sacrifices and cult-like behavior among the abusers, whose activities extended beyond the U.S. Military Academy borders to Orange County and a military base in San Francisco, parents charged.” The case first broke in July of 1984, when a three-year-old girl found herself in the emergency room of the West Point Hospital with a lacerated vagina. She told the examining physician that a teacher at the day care center had hurt her. The next month, the parents of another child leveled accusations of abuse at the center. As the Mercury News reported: “By the end of the year, 50 children had been interviewed by investigators. Children at West Point told stories that would become horrifyingly familiar. They said they had been ritually abused. They said they had had excrement smeared on their bodies and been forced to eat feces and drink urine. They said they were taken away from the day care center and photographed.” Despite abundant medical and psychological evidence, and literally dozens of child witnesses, and despite “950 interviews by 60 FBI agents assigned to the investigation,an investigation led by former U.S. Attorney Rudolph Giuliani produced no federal grand jury indictments,”according to theHerald Record**.** The Herald also noted that: “In 1987, Giuliani said his detailed investigation showed only one or two children were abused.” This was, it should be noted, a bare-faced lie from the fascistic future-mayor and would-be Senator, as the Herald report divulged: “a still-secret, independent report - produced by one of the nation's top experts on child sexual abuse - confirms the children's accusations of abuse.” With help from Giuliani, the FBI, the U.S. Army, and the grand jury, the abusers of countless children at the day care center (which was, appropriately enough, building number 666 on the academy grounds) were likewise given a free ride. PART 4
The McMartin School
Paraphrased: Hundreds of McMartin Preschool children were raped and subjected to satanic rituals. Several witnesses/investigators were killed. Nobody was charged. PART 5
Frank Fuster’s Babysitting Service
Paraphrased: Fuster and his wife owned and ran an illegal babysitting service under a Disney subsidiary. They had been brutally raping children. Fuster was actually sentenced, likely because some of the parents of the victims are police officers and work in the legal field. Fuster had 6 bank accounts and would frequently deposit large sums of money (up to $20,000) at once. PART 6
The Finders, the CIA, and other Florida Pedophiles
Paraphrased: A group called “The Finders” were suspected of pedophilia. Nothing came of it. It turns out that a couple of the members had CIA ties. D.C. took over the case and essentially shoved it under the rug. The Finders were officially declared to be an “eccentric group” but were not guilty of anything illegal. Upon further investigation, The Finders were actually international child traffickers. Unrelated to “The Finders” … The initial arrest of the Finders in Tallahassee, Florida went almost completely unnoticed by the media. So too did another arrest in that same state in August of 2000, just before Florida gained newfound fame as the land of the 'hanging chads.' The arrested man was Wayne Camolli, and the charge was operating an on-line child pornography site. The Los Angeles Times reported that the West Palm Beach home in which Camolli was arrested, not unlike the Finder’s van, “was filled with so much rotting garbage, trash and cat feces that the agents had to borrow oxygen masks and hazardous materials suits from the county fire department to carry out the search.” Seized in the raid were numerous videotapes and a computer. The most significant aspect of the arrest is that it was initiated by police “investigating Belgium's most notorious pedophile murder case.” It seems that Camolli had close connections to “Felix DeConinck, a suspect in the kidnapping and molestation of a 14-year-old girl ... [and] DeConinck in turn had links to Marc Dutroux.” And so we end up right back where we began, with the case of the ‘Belgian Beast.’ The brief Times report closed by stating that: “U.S. officials couldn't elaborate on the connection between DeConinck and Dutroux, but said they were part of the same ‘child pornography, molestation and murder investigation.’” It is unlikely that the press will ever revisit the case of Wayne Camolli (tellingly, theL.A. Timesarticle has disappeared from the newspaper's on-line archives).
2019.05.27 09:31 neniecoThe Mountain of Evidence for a Massive International Pedophile Ring Protected by Police and Intelligence Agencies (Pastebin)
Two high profile pedophilia cases have come to light in recent years, the abuses of Jerry Sandusky at Penn State and those of famed British entertainer Jimmy Savile. While both cases certainly garnered their fair share of media attention, their time in the spotlight has ended and we are led to believe that their horrific abuses were the result of a lone pedophile preying on children, while esteemed institutions turned a blind eye to their discretions. Occasionally, however, the media would pick up on a story such as “Jimmy Savile was part of satanic ring” 1, EXPRESS UK, or “Jerry Sandusky was part of pedophile ring, victim claims” 2, GLOBAL POST. These stories seem absurd at first glance. Yet if they are investigated further, we are lead down a horrific and disturbing rabbit hole of pedophiles populating positions of power in government, finance, and entertainment. This post will lay out the evidence for an international pedophile ring of massive proportions. The information contained within is of tremendous importance, for we are sitting on our very own modern holocaust, a holocaust of children. I promise that this statement is by no means an exaggeration, and urge you to not be scared away by these walls of text, which are as concise as possible while still conveying the necessary information. Throughout, I will be completely transparent with my sources, and will not beat you over the head with conclusions, but rather present you with evidence and let you decide for yourselves. (CONTINUED IN COMMENTS) THE DUTROUX AFFAIR I will begin in Belgium, with a case known as the Dutroux affair. This case is important because it illustrates how investigations can be undermined by a cabal able to place its members in crucial positions of power, and how powerful people can be implicated in abusing children. The Dutroux affair is was covered extensively by the mainstream media, 3, NY TIMES, I use the MSM as most of my sources and was HUGE 4, NY TIMES news in Belgium, where 350,000 people took the streets to protest the handling of the case, known as the famous White March, from a nation of just 10 million. The case begins in 1995, when multiple young girls began disappearing around the area of Bertrix. Young girls had been disappearing in this area for a couple of years but the BOB (equivalent of the FBI) was unable to develop any solid leads. A breakthrough was made when a suspicious white van was reported, and the police were able to trace it to Marc Dutroux, a known pedophile. Dutroux had been released from prison just a few years earlier, after serving a third of his sentence, despite reservations among those involved in the hearing and his own mother, who had warned the parole board that he would certainly cause harm again 5, BBC. It was also revealed that Dutroux, though unemployed and receiving welfare from the state, owned seven homes and lived quite lavishly 6, NBC, from his involvement in selling children and child porn. It turns out that his mother was right, and Dutroux was responsible for the recent abductions. Girls as young as 8 reportedly starved to death in a makeshift dungeon in his basement, after months of sexual abuse 7, GUARDIAN UK. The horrible transgressions committed by Dutroux are widely available knowledge and thoroughly documented, and though disturbing, are not important enough to focus on this case. Now, I will attempt to highlight the incompetence of the investigating police, and the subsequent cover-up of evidence by the state. Police had investigated Dutroux multiple times without any arrests. Once, they entered his home and witnessed the outside of a makeshift dungeon in his basement, while two girls were being held and starved inside. They even reported hearing voices, though they said they believed Dutroux's story that the voices were coming from the street outside 8, FOX NEWS. Police ignored a tip from an informant, who said that Dutroux offered him between 3,000 and 5,000 dollars to kidnap young girls 9, CRIME LIBRARY. Again and again, police failed to act on information, or acted with complete incompetence. Incredibly, Police had in their possession a video tape of Dutroux constructing the makeshift dungeon in one of his basements, and would have saved the lives of two girls who were being tortured while the police held on to the evidence, had they viewed the video tape and acted on it 10, GUARDIAN UK. By September 1996, the official body count had reached 8, and public outrage over police incompetence mounted 11, GUARDIAN UK. Why had a known pedophile been released so early from his original prison term, and allowed to terrify a country while the police stumbled about, seemingly complicit in the carnage? When the case transferred from the police to the courts, the coverup became much more egregious. The lead prosecutor, Jean-Marc Conorrette, was dismissed from the case, which drew huge criticism from across the nation 12, NY TIMES. Conorette became a hero because it was his initiative that led to the police actually finding two girls in Dutroux's captivity. He also was instrumental in finding the bodies of four more girls. Conorette would later break down in tears in court while describing the death threats he received when he was still involved with the investigation 13, TELGRAPH UK. Fuel to the fire would be added when a highly regarded childrens activist, Marie France Botte, claimed that prosecutors were sitting on a politically sensitive list of high profile customers of Dutrouxs thousands of video tapes 14, LA TIMES. Marc Verwilghen, the Flemish parliamentarian who became the most popular politician in the country after leading the inquiry into Dutroux, claimed that many in the Belgian establishment, including heads of government, refused to cooperate, and sought to stifle and ridicule his report. He claimed that magistrates and police were officially told to not answer certain questions, in what he described as a 'characteristic smothering operation'. He was further quoted as saying 'For me, the Dutroux affair is a question of organized crime'. 15, GUARDIAN UK. A parliamentary panel revealed the names of 30 government officials it said were complicit in the hiding of Dutrouxs misdeeds, none have been punished 16. (CONTINUED) The most important information on the case comes from a victim of Dutroux. Regina Louf was the first to come forward, and was candid about the abuse she received at the hands of Belgiums child abuse networks. In 1996, she named and described in great detail, to a specially assembled police team, the people and places involved in the paedophile ring. Senior judges, one of the country's most powerful politicians - now dead - and a very influential banker were included. 17, BBC. The BBC article  says, “The sessions not only involved sex, they included sadism, torture and murder; and again, she described in detail, the place, the victims and how they were killed.” She corroborated that one of Dutrouxs associates, Jean-Michel Nihoul, was instrumental in the abuse parties. "At these parties Nihoul was a sort of party beast while Dutroux was more on the side." Nihoul had significant connections among Belgian political and financial elite. He confessed to organizing an orgy at a Belgian chateau attended by government officials 18, TELEGRAPH UK. It emerged that Dutroux and Nihoul were part of a long distance child trafficking ring that imported children from Slovakia 19, BBC. Lets get back to the questioning of the witnesses. The primary witnesses to step forward all suffered from Dissociative Identity Disorder. In 98% of DID cases, the person suffered extreme sexual abuse as a child 20, MERCK WEBSITE. The abuse that the Dutroux witnesses attested to is beyond comprehension. Louf, and other witnesses, recounted being raped by dogs and snakes, and being forced to witness the murders of other children which were captured on video tape 21, REGINA LOUFS BOOK. That Louf spoke the truth about witnessing these murders is laid out HERE in an excellent manner. She gave a tremendous amount of detail to her prosecutors that she simply could not have known without being there herself, and there is simply way too much evidence to lay it out here. I recommend reading the whole page, which is as long as a short book, as the research is simply phenomenal. She also reported being involved with Satanic rituals, which I will address in greater detail later in the post. Despite evidence that linked Dutroux and Nihoul to abuse parties and murder snuff films, the prosecutor that replaced Conorette, Jacques Langlois, completely dismantled the investigation. He sent police out on false tips and helped spread disinformation in the media. Although nearly 100 high profile people in government, religion, entertainment and finance being accused of involvement in child abuse 22, ISGP, no one of significance other than Dutroux was ever jailed. 9 police officers would eventually be arrested in connection with the murders 23, LA TIMES contains dozens of suspicious deaths among those who were helping the case. I have only presented a small picture of what amounts to a mountain of documentation on Dutroux. For further reading, look HERE, ISGP and HERE, CRIME LIBRARY. (CONTINUED) I understand that my discussion on the Dutroux affair does not validate any of the claims in the title of this post. It is only one small piece of the puzzle. It shows how, from the bottom level of police work to the top level of prosecution politics, people complicit with pedophiles can be placed into key positions to ensure that investigations never bear fruit. Now I will briefly highlight pedophile rings that operated parallel to Dutrouxs during the same time period, again in which no high level officials were brought to justice, although they undeniable participated, to illustrate how widespread the child porn and child abuse epidemic is. I will then move on to more important cases. In Latvia, three top officials, including the Prime Minister, were named in connection with a pedophile ring in which 2000 children in the country were abused 24, LA TIMES. An online ring known as Wonderland was busted and yielded 750,000 images of children 25 BBC. From the article : “Wonderland originated in the United States but also operated in Australia, Austria, Belgium, Finland, France, Germany, Italy, Norway, Portugal, Sweden and Britain.” None of the men charged in relation to the ring served more than 30 months in jail, and only two were put on the sex offenders registry (in the year 2000!!!) 26, GUARDIAN UK. A child porn ring in Mexico was busted and said to have thousands of clients in the United States 27, BBC. Child porn videos reportedly made a Russian ring 410 million dollars being sold in Germany, Italy, and the United States 28, GUARDIAN UK. A Dutch ring was discovered in which images and videos of abuse of infants were circulated 29, NY TIMES. A magistrate leading an investigation into an Italian pedophile ring denounced what he called a “paedophile lobby” of powerful politicians which he said openly obstructed his investigation 30, INDEPENDANT UK. French police arrested 250 people associated with child pornography within a year of the Dutroux affair [31, NY TIMES](http://www.nytimes.com/1997/03/14/world/french-police-arrest-250-men-linked-to-child-pornography-ring.html (CONTINUED) THE LINCOLN, NEBRASKA SCANDAL From here on out the post gets more surreal. These child abuse and pedophile rings are not by any means limited to Europe. Rather, the United States has perhaps the biggest child trafficking epidemic in the world. It is important to note, before I begin the next segment of this post, that the FBI does not track statistics for missing children. Of all the statistics it keeps tabs on, rape, homicide, domestic abuse, what amounts to perhaps the single most important one in terms of citizen safety is ominously missing. Perhaps they simply do not want us to know how bad the epidemic is? It should also be noted that FBI prosecution of major child trafficking rings had been virtually non-existant. Take a good look at THIS, WASHINGTON TIMES frontpage story, published on June 29, 1989. The first chapter reads: “A homosexual prostitution ring is under investigation by federal and District authorities and includes among its clients key officials of the Reagan and Bush administrations, military officers, congressional aides, and U.S. and foreign businessmen with close social ties to Washingtons political elite, documents obtained by The Washington Times revealed.” The story never fully hit the streets, as agents grabbed the copies from newstands in the early hours of the morning. Another good article for background before I move on to American organized pedophilia and satanism is THIS, CHICAGO TRIBUNE. The first paragraph reads: “All nine children tell the same story, a grisly tale of being taken out of school and abused in a blue house. They name the same culprit, a school administrator who, they say, performs satanic rituals as part of his twisted routine. In the 14 months since the first child came forward, police said they have conducted 150 interviews and cannot substantiate the claims of the children, who range in age from 5 to 9. Prosecutor Stanley Levco is more blunt: He doesn`t believe them, and he plans to publicly clear the accused.” I will now talk about America's own Dutroux affair, which began in Lincoln, Nebraska, in the late 1980s. A good part of the story, minus the satanism aspect, is covered in a documentary called The Conspiracy of Silence. The documentary was set to air on the Discovery Channel in 1994 but at the last minute, it was pulled and destroyed. We only have access to it now because of a “cutting room copy” leak a year later. The story begins with Omaha businessman Lawrence King, who was a rising star in the Republican party at the time. In 1988, it was revealed that he had diverted millions of dollars from the Franklin Community Federal Credit Union, the investigation of which spawned an investigation into a pedophilia ring of mind blowing proportions 32, OMAHA WORLD HERALD. Soon enough, investigators into the embezzlement scandal began receiving reports of sexual abuse 33, NY TIMES. Omaha newspapers were running stories of how young boys from Boystown were being prostituted among local business leaders and sometimes traveled to Washington. Parties would include sex, and abuse such as “beatings with extension cords while naked”. Immediately, the FBI began claiming that there was no substance to the sexual abuse allegations 34, OMAHA WORLD HERALD. The stories of the victims told a drastically different story. “The older sister alleged that King arranged for her to fly to parties in Washington, D.C., and other cities where men engaged her in sexual activity,”35, OMAHA WORLD HERALD. Apparently, the abused were all foster children, and they would miss weeks of school each year taking these trips . (CONTINUED) The head of the investigative committee, known as the Franklin Comittee, Gary Carodori, was also convinced of the rampant child abuse and was determined to bring perpetrators to justice. As a side note, you can view Caradori's interviews with the victims here. Early on in the investigation, Gary Caradori would meet an untimely death, during a flight on his way to Chicago to review new evidence. There was a scattered wreckage pattern, indicating that the plane broke apart in the air, and not upon impact 36, OMAHA WORLD HERALD. The new head investigator would repeatedly lead the committee in the wrong direction, away from child abuse and satanic ritual claims. A state senator resigned from the investigative committee and said, “"I really don't think the things Larry King knew will ever be made public,” 38, OMAHA WORLD HERALD. He also cited concerns about the change in leadership. A New York Times article 39 confirms that state investigators were given thousands of files regarding sexual abuse from children and testimonies from people involved in the foster care and education system. What happened next is amazing. Instead of indighting the accused perpetrators to develop cases against them, Grand Juries twice ordered the thousands of files to be sealed, and then brought charges of perjury against some of the victims! 40,SALEM NEWS. The mainstream media did their part to defend the grand jury and to marginalize the testimonies of the victims Example, NY TIMES. One of the victims was sentenced to 9-15 years in prison, and spent two years in solitary confinement!!! . 8 years later the woman in question, Alisha Owen, was denied a hearing to commute her sentence 41, OMAHA WORLD HERALD. Lawrence King, however, would leave prison after just 10 years, being found guilty only of financial crimes 42, OMAHA WORLD HERALD. As with the Dutroux affair, I have again only shown a small portion of a truly mind blowing and exceptionally well documented story. Many victims in their interviews cited being forced to participate in satanic rituals, and had named King as a participant. What I hope I have laid out here is that there are certainly child prostitution rings in the United States and that kids are transported across the country for high profile customers. When people get in the way of these activities, they are silenced or killed. To learn more about the Franklin Coverup (and there is a lot more to learn!!), read this book by John DeCamp, watch this documentary, and view this website which has a great collection of information. (CONTINUED) PRESIDIO MILITARY BASE ABUSE Unfortunately, the next step in this expose takes us to truly bizarre and disturbing places. A particularly disturbing child abuse case involving a military day care center came to light in 1987 43, NEW YORK TIMES. Allegations of abuse involving 60 children, some infants, surfaced at the Presidio military base in San Francisco. I would like to point out that this article claims that child abuse allegations had surfaced at more than 30(!!!) military day care centers across the country in the previous 3(!!!!) years before its publishing, including some of the most esteemed bases such as West Point and Fort Dix. It would be impossible to lay out the cases for each one here, but I would like to share this quote from the San Jose Mercury News: “Children at West Point told stories that would become horrifyingly familiar. They said they had been ritually abused. They said they had had excrement smeared on their bodies and been forced to eat feces and drink urine. They said they were taken away from the day care center and photographed. “ . At the Presidio, at least 4 children were found to have chlamydia, and up to 60 had shown clear signs of abuse. The most important exposes into the Presidio case were written by Linda Goldston of the San Jose Mercury News. In an article titled 44, “Abuse Case at Presidio Quietly Closed By U.S.”, the events are told in chilling detail. The first victims to come forward were aged 3 and 4. Interestingly, the Presidio child care center was not closed until over a year after these allegations came to light. Initially charges were only brought against one man, Gary Hambright, a civilian employee. Later, however, it was revealed that police were investigating a man named Michael Aquino, a Lt. Col. Aquino was the founder of a satanic church known as The Temple of Set. Army documents showed that children were often taken on unnanounced trips outside the center, and many children could accurately describe Aquinos house. The search of Aquinos house got investigators thousands of videos and photographs, and what appeared to be a soundproof room, but charged were never brought against him.  The American Journal of Orthopsychiatry, 45 wrote an extensive analysis of the victims of the Presidio. They stated: “The severity of the trauma for children at the Presidio was immediately manifest in clear cut symptoms. Before the abuse was exposed, parents had already noticed the following changes in their children: vaginal discharge, genital soreness, rashes, fear of the dark, sleep disturbances, nightmares, sexually provocative language, and sexually inappropriate behavior. In addition, the children were exhibiting other radical changes in behavior, including temper outbursts, sudden mood shifts, and poor impulse control. All these behavioral symptoms are to be expected in preschool children who have been molested.”  The San Jose Mercury News expanded on the story a few months later with an article titled Army of the Night, 46. This article dives into the satanic aspect of the child abuse at the Presidio. Satanism had apparently surfaced at the Presidio years earlier. Military Police had investigated some buildings after reports of a man dressed in all black holding a little girls hand had been reported. An MP was recorded as saying: “We kicked the door open and here's this nice little bedroom. In a corner was a mannequin with a gun aimed at the door. On the left side there was a bunk against the wall. There was a pentagram on the floor, a huge one. There were dolls' heads all over the ceiling, just off-the-wall stuff... We were sitting there, we've got a cult on the Presidio of San Francisco and nobody cares about it. We were told by the provost marshal to just forget about it.” As a side note, in February 1987, Aquino appeared on the Oprah Winfrey show and gave a passionate defense of his Satanic beliefs. On the Autumnal equinox of 1987, an occult day of importance, fire would strike a building adjacent to the day care center, destroying many records relating to the center. A month later, fire would destroy the day care center itself. The ATF found that the causes of both fires had been arson, contrary to the Army which claimed faulty wiring. Prosecutors would once again bring charges against Gary Hambright, but suspiciously they did not include the allegations of children with serious documented abuse such as missing hymens and rectal lesions. Apparently the children were chosen on the basis of who would make the best witnesses. The strategy did not pan out, the judge ruled the charges as “too vague” and Hambright walked free, and no charges were again brought against the Presidio military base day care center . (CONTINUED) FALSE MEMORIES SYNDROME FOUNDATION The next case I will address is known as the McMartin Preschool abuse scandal. But before I delve into that, I need to address the False Memories Syndrome Foundation, FMSF. They are a prominent group promoting the idea that children who claim they have been abused in satanic rituals have either wild imaginations, or were prodded along by zealot psychologists. They have been tremendously successful in their mission. Recently a Reddit post promoting the false memory theory received over 2000 upvotes in TIL. Members of FMSF have been called to appear as expert witnesses in dozens of court cases. I have already established that there have been hundreds of different children reporting satanic abuse not only across the country, but in different continents as well. This alone should be enough to make the false memory theory very flimsy. However, there is a lot more interesting information about the FMSF to discuss. A huge amount of members of the FMSF have not only been accused of pedophilia themselves, but are also a part of the military industrial complex. Peter J. Freyd founded the FMSF after being accused of sexual abuse by his daughter. David Dinges, a member of the scientific advisory board of the FMSF, was involved with Navy Intelligence. Harold Leif was involved with CIA mind control experiments. Paul McHugh has been a very vocal critic of Dissociative Identity Disorder and has worked at many military hospitals. Martin T. Orne was funded by MKULTRA Harvard Crimson. Ralph Underwager claimed it was 'gods will' when adults engage in sex with children. There are more suspicious members of the FMSF but I feel that this list suffices. I will end this paragraph with a quote from the Columbia Journalism Review: "Rarely has such a strange and little-understood organization had such a profound effect on media coverage of such a controversial matter. The [False Memory Syndrome] foundation is an aggressive, well-financed PR machine adept at manipulating the press, harassing its critics, and mobilizing a diverse army of psychiatrists, outspoken academics, expert defense witnesses, litigious lawyers, Freud bashers, critics of psychotherapy, and devastated parents.” (CONTINUED) MCMARTIN PRESCHOOL ABUSE Now, on to the McMartin Preschool case. The McMartin preschool, located in California, was the center of a massive child prostitution and pornography ring, and appears to be the center of an equally massive coverup. Concerns began in August 1983, when a mother told police that her two year old son had been sexually abused 47, LA TIMES. By 1984, 360 children had come forward claiming abuse 48, NY TIMES. A significant number showed physical evidence of abuse 49, NY TIMES. These kids also described wild satanic rituals they were forced to participate it, such as eating feces, necrophilia and coprophilia, with some claims as bizarre as a babies head being chopped off, and being forced to drink the blood 50. CRIME LIBRARY. The children told stories of being transported in underground tunnels. The mainstream media did their best to discredit the tunnel theory. However, archeologist E. Gary Stickel, PhD conducted a study of the McMartin preschool grounds, which you can read here. The survey was conducted in 1990, after the property had been sold, and long after charges against the abuse perpetrators had been dropped, and the victims thoroughly marginalized in the mainstream media, with help from the FSMF. Stickel found two extensive tunnel complex systems underneath the preschool, which accurately reflected the testimonies given by the children. In summation, the media and government would have us believe that 360 children all invented false memories of horrific satanic abuse, of participating in rituals in which adults sheathed in black ceremonial robes uttered chants, that they lied about being transported for prostitution across town, and that they lied about being photographed and videotaped for child pornography, despite verification of physical abuse in most of the children as well as the existence of tunnels under the complex. Again, the victims were marginalized in the press, the FBI denied any legitimate claims, the prosecution harassed victims endlessly in court, and all charges were eventually dropped. (CONTINUED) THE FINDERS In 1987 the New York Times ran a story, 51 about a little known cult called “The Finders”. The first paragraph reads: “Police officials here said today that six disheveled children found in Tallahassee, Fla., might be the offspring of members of a little-known cult, but the officials said they had not ruled out the possibility of kidnapping.” The Finders had previously been described in the media: “In appearance, the Finders—mostly middle-aged men, always in dark suits—wouldn’t be out of place managing a local funeral home. But the behavior of the handful of adherents has people wondering whether they arrived by flying saucer. Townspeople say the Finders constantly walk the streets, following people home and taking extensive notes and pictures. They often appear at local council meetings, never saying a word but simply observing the scene. At other times, they plunder the visitor’s center of brochures, maps, and local travel guides. And they haunt the courthouse, scouring land deeds to find out who owns the local real estate,” 52, WASHINGTON CITY PAPER. Who are these suspicious people, and what were they doing with 6 undocumented children, transporting them across the country? The children were found to show signs of sexual abuse 53, CHICAGO TRIBUNE. Customs agents raided one the Finders compounds, and found detailed instructions on obtaining children for unknown purposes and several photographs of nude children 54, US NEWS AND WORLD REPORT .The US News and World Report article continues: “The more the police learned about the Finders, the more bizarre they seemed: There were suggestions of child abuse, Satanism, dealing in pornography and ritualistic animal slaughter. None of the allegations was ever proved, however. The child abuse charges against the two men in Tallahassee were dropped.” The stories about The Finders quickly died down, but would not disappear entirely, as rumors linking The Finders to the CIA persisted. According to the US News and World Report, “Customs Service documents reveal that in 1987, when Customs agents sought to examine the evidence gathered by Washington, D.C., police, they were told that the Finders investigation 'had become a CIA internal matter.' The police report on the case had been classified secret,”  Florida congressman Tom Lewis was quoted as saying: “'Could our own government have something to do with this Finders organization and turned their backs on these children? That's what all the evidence points to," says Lewis. "And there's a lot of evidence. I can tell you this: We've got a lot of people scrambling, and that wouldn't be happening if there was nothing here.'“ A connection was produced, and confirmed by the CIA: A firm that provided computer training to CIA officers also employed several members of the Finders. Anyone researching the CIA will come to the conclusion that the organization does not contract training out to other sources, it only ever creates proprietary organizations. (CONTINUED) CONCLUDING THOUGHTS I would love to be able to say I have exhausted all there is to know about organized pedophilia. Unfortunately, the truth is that I have only captured a glimpse of the epidemic. For example, I have not even touched pedophile rings in the United Kingdom, of which there are many well documented cases I hope that every single person who reads this post will be spurred to do further research, and help bring to light the child holocaust that is happening under our noses. I will end this post with a list of questions for further thought. *How can pedophiles and sympathizers exist at crucial positions to prevent investigations from ever gaining steam? *Why do so many people with a military intelligence background seem to have a vested interest in marginalizing victims of ritual abuse? *How could victims of satanic ritual abuse exist in such diverse geographic areas and from such different walks of life? *Why has the FBI and CIA failed to ever bust a major child trafficking ring? And why aren't missing children counted? *Is it suspicious that the transgressions of Americas notorious serial killers are so similar to the claims presented by victims of Satanic Ritual Abuse? *Should we further investigate the social connections of high profile pedophiles, such as Sandusky and George Bush, and Savile and the Royal family? *Should this information make us rethink the Feds recent push for gun control? *Could organizations that traffic children also be involved in terrorism? *What can I do to spread information about this epidemic? *Is it possible that intelligence agencies or satanic cults would provide children to politicians with a purpose of blackmailing them? Some final notes. This account is brand new for anonymity purposes but I am a long time redditor and have been actively contributing to this conspiracy subreddit for a period of time as well. Feel free to repost this essay as you see fit, anywhere, without worrying about credit. I do not care about recognition, I only want this information to be made public. Extended reading: /pol/ Pedowood http://pastebin.com/Jn2LfXg4
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2018.11.28 05:24 mmpratt99Historic Points of Interest—Ferrisville [Fiction]
Here in the Hogan's Gap area is possibly the least known of all ghost towns in the West. Far enough off the beaten track to escape notice from tourists, souvenir hunters and vandals, Ferrisville is protected as a State Historic Park, though you won't find any fancy recreated saloons and hotels, antique shops and general stores nor make-believe attractions worthy of Disneyland there. There are no basic services, camping, lodging, food vending or water fountains. There is not even a museum open during the summer to offer items available for sale. No team of rangers visit to maintain the site in a state of "arrested decay." It's off limits to the general public. At the visitors' centers in Hogan's Gap, the pamphlets showing the various walking trails, picnic areas, and scenic camping spots will not present its location. Only on maps prior to 1896, would you find any mention of its existence. That was how I found out there was such a place as Ferrisville, through a faded old map I discovered in a Prince Albert tobacco can nailed to a fallen tree. A map from perhaps a century ago. I was eight back then and my brother Thomas was seven. We were following a narrow deer trail above this deep river canyon. We weren't even supposed to be up there; our parents would ground us several times over if they had found out. But they were too busy hosting a barbecue party at the time to notice our sudden departure. After clambering up a small waterfall, we soon noticed shimmering in the forest gloom, an albino redwood tree growing from the remnants of a lightning-struck tree. As I paused at a dinner-platter-sized hole in the stump, I wondered what animal may have lived there. I noticed the nailed-up tin and pried it loose. As soon as we got back home, I cleaned it. Opening the lid, I began tapping the tin gently to empty what I thought was some tobacco. To my amazement, I found it wasn't tobacco at all but an old faded piece of paper. I plucked the folded paper from the tin can and carefully unfolded it. It turned out to be a note detailing what appeared to be a mining claim in some place called Ferrisville. I had never even heard of Ferrisville. When I started asking questions about it, locals once friendly and knowledgeable about Hogan's Gap's colorful past would suddenly turn distant and taciturn, or else they would change the subject altogether. Eventually, my grandparents told me to stop pestering people with "such foolish questions." When I asked why it was foolish exactly, my grandmother would say, "It's not something people like talking about. It's kind of like having a crazy relative you keep in the attic." Naturally, this explanation made me even more curious, but seeing that I was a pretty obedient kid, I didn't press the matter, even when the tobacco can and its tattered contents mysteriously vanished from my room. I suspected that Thomas could have had something to do with its disappearance, for I told no one else of my find. Of course, he could have just blabbed about it to my ever-disapproving folks. Whenever it came to interesting stuff, Thomas couldn't help himself but blab. The years passed, and although I grew older, my curiosity about Ferrisville never waned. It was always at the back of my mind whenever I walked the hall of Hogan's Gap High, stood on the Quad, sat in the back rows of classes or talked with my friends. It was through these friends that I found out a few more things about Ferrisville. Unlike me, they were not of the tight-lipped, founding clique of Hogan's Gap's life and traditions. It was a sunny April afternoon. Lunch time had just started and the Drama Room as well as the hallway and grass just outside were flooded with the constant coming and going of two dozen Drama Geeks. Nine Inch Nails and Lady Gaga issued from the stereo system, card games were in full progress, a small Hackey Sack convention claimed the small stage, and three or four conversations were happening at once near the door. "I had heard stories from my grandmother," said Laurie, who was always ready to spill the beans on local superstitions and gossip, "who had heard it from her parents about strange happenings and human oddities of old Ferrisville." "What sort of stories?" I asked curiously. "That they had gills and big bulgy eyes and swam out into the ocean at night?" I was a total H. P. Lovecraft fan, by the way, and have written many Lovecraft-inspired stories to be published. They never were. I thought about using my rejection notices as wallpaper, but then I realized what a stereotype it would be. So I shredded them all and fed them to my worm farm. Laurie fingered her curly blonde hair thoughtfully. "No, nothing Lovecraftian weird," she replied. "Just that the Ferrisville folk were strange— like over eight feet tall, and wraith-thin. They looked like those creepy elves from the second Hellboy movie." Having never seen the second Hellboy movie... or the first, I could only imagine the elves out of J. R. R. Tolkien's stories. Elvish nobles with flowing ash-blonde hair and noses like eagles' beaks, and very extravagant tastes in clothes. Not very creepy at all- unless, of course, you were an orc. Lady Gaga's "Born This Way" suddenly came on. Someone turned the damn thing way up at full volume. I got up and turned it down at notch, then returned to my seat. "And they had this insane, ritualistic stuff," Laurie went on, "stuff you wouldn't even believe unless you time traveled back to Ancient Rome or Pagan Europe." I nodded gravely, wondering if Laurie's grandmother might have been hitting the sauce a little when she was telling her grandchildren these stories. "Did your grandmother ever tell you what exactly happened to Ferrisville?" I asked. "It was some kind of flu epidemic round about eighteen-ninety-six," Laurie crinkled her nose. "Not the same strain that hit in 1918. This kind moved fast, killed in just a few days." A stray hackey sack sailed into our midst. I instantly threw it back without looking up. "So it wiped out the whole town then?" I prompted. "Yep," Laurie answered with a nod. "Every man, woman and child, all of a sudden— gone. Folks from the surrounding communities didn't even know the town was gone, until several weeks later when someone noticed a lot of vultures hovering over the Mulligan River valley. They didn't even try giving everyone a decent burial, just burned the entire place to the ground." "You've got to be pulling my leg!" I said incredulously. "It sounded like something that happened out of the Middle Ages, not the late nineteenth century!" The stereo blared again: "I'm beautiful in my way'Cause God makes no mistakes." Hurriedly, I got up and turned it down again. Who keeps doing that? I wondered. I don't see anybody turning it up at max level! "I swear I'm not pullin' your leg about this," Laurie insisted as soon as I returned to my seat. "It really did happen." I carefully searched her face for a hint of a mischievous smile, but she seemed really earnest. "Well, if this lethal outbreak and town burning really did happen then how come it doesn't show up in the historical records?" Laurie shrugged. "Well, I guess the people back then were so freaked out about a whole town up and dying like that, that it became a taboo to even talk about it," she mused, frowning. "Nobody likes to talk about it— even today. Many of the families around here are descended from people involved in the town's destruction, and there's a quite of bad feeling over it even now." "I take it the Ferrisville folk weren't too well liked around here," I remarked. Laurie nodded. "Yeah, no one seemed to liked them any. Even the Chinese and Indians were scared of them. Maybe because they looked and acted really weird, not like, well, humans." I raised my eyebrows a notch. "Well, they had to have been human," I muttered. "Maybe really inbred, but still human. They all died of some massive flu bug, and their bodies were all destroyed. If they were not human, they would have all risen from the dead." Laurie shrugged again. "Well, according to the stories I heard," she said quietly, "they didn't exactly stay dead very long." "What?" I stared at her in bewilderment. Then a hackey sack sailed in, not sure if it was the same one, and landed on my head. Again I tossed it back. "They were all up and walking around in only a month," Laurie went on. "The town eventually got rebuilt." "So there's a town after all?" I said slowly. "Yeah, there's a town," Laurie murmured, "but nobody knows exactly what shape its in because nobody ever goes there now... Well, a few people did in the past—mostly outsiders, but none of them ever came back." “That’s not exactly so,” a voice unexpectedly said. Both me and Laurie looked up and recognized the familiar sophomore Elisha “Patches” Thompson. She was a small, twiggy brunette with a feathered “wings” haircut. She got the nickname “Patches” because she always wore an oversized denim jacket that was covered with a kaleidoscope of colorful patches. "Sorry to interrupt,” said Patches, seating herself at the next empty desk, “but I’m afraid what you just said about people not coming back from that place isn’t exactly true.” Laurie frowned. “What? You actually know someone who came back.” “Three people actually,” Patches put down her coffee mug of soup, and draped one slender leg over the other. “You’re looking at one of them.” Since Elisha wasn’t the kind of person who had a flair of spinning tall tales, we were naturally intrigued. “So when did this happen exactly?” Laurie asked, munching a bit of her Lean Cuisine spinach salad. “Halloween, wasn’t it?” I asked, taking a bite of my hamburger. The reason I asked about Halloween was that always something weird would happen around that time. Just last year, on that most celebrated of days, the girl a few houses down from us got a Black Shuck for a pet and then around the same time, my kid brother Thomas Lutz, along with several of his pals, saw the infamous Gray Man, and then in nearly Curtisville, there was the Leaping Sparkle Lice Scare followed shortly by the bizarre accidental death and possible zombification of Lolly Mcclaren, spoiled brat and bully. Patches shook her head. “Well, not on Halloween, but close to it. This story really begins with me getting my driver’s license...” Laurie held up her hand. “Wait a minute. Aren’t you a bit young to get a driver’s license?” “Unless it’s a special hardship license where there’s a family hardship or you need transportation to and from school,” I interjected. “I got very sick with rheumatic fever when I was fifteen,” Patches explained, “so I lost a school year while recovering. I’m going to be seventeen in two weeks.” “ Ahhh...okay,” Laurie nodded slowly. Meanwhile, I ate a French fry and immediately regretted it; it tasted like dry cardboard. “So anyway, this all started when I got my driver’s license. Naturally, I was pretty nervous, but eventually I got confident enough to drive a stick without killing the engine. Now the main reason I got it was because I didn’t have to take the bus and deal with all the weeb freaks on board. The worst of these being a girl who called herself Kazuki, even though she didn’t look the least bit Japanese. This was one of her anime names she used the longest (about two and a half years) although she was known by many other Mary Sue names throughout our school, such as Fizz-chan, Scarlet Magnolia, Golden Wind Horse, along with a few others she borrowed from various anime and video games.” “Ugh,” Laurie grimaced. “She went to the same middle school I did. She started showing up at my house, completely unannounced. Usually, I would either hide in my room or behind the couch and pretend no one was home, but sometimes she would catch me outside, and I couldn’t think up a good enough excuse to say no, especially when she was giving me that sad puppy look. Then we would have Yu-Gi-Oh or Pokemon card matches. “It was the closest thing I ever came to being a weeaboo and I still cringe at the very thought of it, three years later.” I munched more of my hamburger reflectively. “I don’t remember her.” “Well, she got expelled from the eighth grade by the time you transferred there. Seems like the 'silly baka’ gave some girl pinkeye by licking her eyeball.” Patches hissed in disgust while I stared at Laurie. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was,” said Laurie sullenly. “That girl had obvious mental issues, and it finally took an attempt at germ warfare to get her finally kicked out.” “Yeah, too bad she didn’t stay expelled,” Patches muttered, taking a sip of her soup, “cause she was there in the ninth grade when I finally came to school. Worst and even weirder than ever, now specializing in voodoo curses, attack glomps in the hall and nasty practical jokes.” I put my hamburger down. “Wow, I wish I could have seen it for myself, but unfortunately...I got held back in the eighth grade around that time.” “You were lucky,” Laurie muttered, solemnly considering her spinach salad as if it was a crystal ball. “That crazie made our freshman years a living hell, and this Kazuki whatever the hell her actual name was...didn’t even look like a weirdie.” I raised my eyebrows as well as my hamburger. “Oh? What’d she look like?” “Well, she didn’t look your stereotypical, socially awkward kind of weeaboo who has this trouble with personal hygiene,” Laurie replied. “Even though she was always wearing anime T-shirts or sailor school uniforms, she was this geeky, frizzy-haired ginger kid, kinda scrawny because she was one of those people with those crazy, super-charged metabolisms who could eat a ton of junk food and not gain a pound. If you had seen her, you would have felt sorry for her...like we did way back in the fifth grade and that was one of the biggest mistakes we have ever made.” I looked at her curiously. “So what finally happened to this Kazuki?” Laurie shrugged. “Well, I heard she finally got the boot along with several others for pulling a really nasty Halloween prank on this one popular girl...only the prank backfired and they ended up scaring the girl’s kid sister and she went into a shock-induced coma.” “Geez, that poor kid,” I said sadly. “Yeah,” Laurie nodded solemnly. “Poor kid. She’s lucky she’s alive and up and running again after several weeks in intensive care, although she’ll probably have a persistent phobia for slimy green things.” I gazed at her, incredulous. “What? Someone dressed up as the Gill Man?” Before Laurie could reply, Patches spoke up. “No, it was something far worse.” We both looked at her in astonishment. “You saw what they did?” Laurie finally asked. Patches shook her head. “No, but I saw what that little girl might have seen.” Still staring at her, I put my hamburger down a third time. “And does this have anything to do with your trip to Ferrisville?” “Actually, I didn’t go into Ferrisville,” Patches replied. “I only saw it, and the two people that came back from it.” She took a big sip of her soup before brushing fastidiously at her mouth with a napkin. “Would you like me to tell you the whole thing from the beginning in the time we have left?” “Sure, okay,” said Laurie agreeably. I gave Elisha a reassuring nod. “We still have forty-five minutes to go.” So Elisha A. K. A. Patches or Patchwork Girl told us the story in that crowded corner of the Drama Room as we crowded in closer, straining our ears over the various background noises. I soon resented the person who decided to put on the sound track from The Lion King, the annoying little squeals and tunes of some Angry Birds app game, and I could have cursed the nosy Drama Geeks and random visitors whose inquires briefly interrupted our private gathering. Minutes ticked by and I was glad it was bright out. Though I was a rationalist and skeptic, my scientific zeal for research had vanished amidst deep fear and loathing, and I wondered if such ghastly things were even possible in our modern age. Elisha was first and foremost a master mechanic. She didn’t get her engineedesigns skills from some autism spectrum disorder; she got it from watching her dad and uncle work in their auto repair shop. Ever since the age of twelve, she had always shown a strong interest in cars, eventually buying and restoring her own classical Mustang. It took her longer than expected on account of her illness, but eventually, with a little help of her dad and uncle, the car was soon restored to a pristine, original state. Although the response at school and around town to Elisha’s project had been largely positive, it did raise the jealous ire of some shallow and small-minded people, the chief one being Kazuki A. K. A. Traci Algers A. K. A. Weeaboo Stalker and Established Class Oddball and Voodoo Jinx. So me and Laurie finally learned what her real name was. Elisha found out near the end of the eighth grade when she finally decided to accept a long delayed invitation and hang out with “Kazuki” over at her house. Once there, she noticed the Mother always calling her Traci. “The whole time,” Patches declared, “I believed her name was Kazuki. She even wrote it on all her school papers. How did she get away with it for so long, I haven’t the slightest idea, but that really peeved me off. Yet I didn’t up and leave. I didn’t want to appear rude to the rest of the family. Unlike Traci/Kazuki, they seemed normal, nice even, not trashy, druggy types at all. I felt really sorry for them. They seemed resigned to the fact that this one member of the family was always going to be a complete rabid nutter as well as an idiot. “But I should have left without drinking that damn punch she offered me, because I got really sick shortly afterward. She either tainted the punch or I caught the bug from her room. It was horrible, that room--a rat’s paradise, filthy dishes and clothes piled everywhere, not to mention anime merchandise as well as creepy posters of naked anime characters plastered all over the walls and windows. “The smell of that room alone was enough to make even the most iron-clad gastric of people to suddenly gag. While I tried not to vomit, Traci would be watching some trashy anime, completely oblivious to the horrific, death-like stench and week-old, maggot-ridden food remnants. “I never went back to that place, although Traci kept trying to get me to hang out with her again, even during my sick days. Eventually, the harassment stopped after she got expelled for the pinkeye incident, and I eventually got some much-needed peace and quiet.” “Yeah, and that’s when she started harassing me again with her stupid battle/trade card and her yaoi collection...Oh Gawd!” Laurie rolled her eyes ceiling-ward. “She was obsessed with that pervy-fetish stuff, used to show it off to the younger kids on the bus, claimed she even drew them herself. I called her out on this bullcrap, which resulted in a karate head slap, as well as weebish utterance of ‘silly baka!’ and ‘Ooh! You’re just a jealous troll!’” “So what happened to her finally?” I abruptly asked, “and what does this all have to do with Ferrisville?” “I was just getting to that,” said Patches impatiently. “While Traci was the stereotypically weeaboo nuisance in the seventh and eighth, she became the worst type of cringey, mental moron in the ninth. I have no idea what it was exactly that made her snap, though there were plenty of rumors--her mom finding her yaoi binder and making her burn it, her room getting a full ‘intervention’ makeover, she having to go to a summer boot camp after scaring her two visiting cousins with curses and voodoo dolls. However, I believed there was a much more sinister explanation to her increasingly outrageous behavior...” “Crack?” a new voice blurted out, causing me to yelp. We all turned, gazing uncomprehendingly at the shaggy, disheveled Hackey Sacker who was helping himself to my burger and fries (which was fine by me because I pretty much lost my appetite at the description of Traci’s room). Patches shook her head dazedly. “Uhh...no. I was referring to cursed costumes.” “Oh, bad mojo,” the new guy sagely intoned, nodding. “Lots of that around, especially in Curtisville. That’s ground zero for fire witch covens and other weird hoodoo shit.” “Yeah, well...as I was saying,” continued Patches with a slight blush. “Cursed costumes. Fast forward to three weeks after the disaster October slumber party, and two weeks before Halloween and I’m in the lavatory near the end of biology class, feeling rather sick to my stomach and hoping this wasn’t a return of the rheumatic fever. “Eventually, the queasy feeling passed and I stepped out of the stall and started washing my hands. As I was reaching for a paper towel, I caught a glimpse of the lavatory entrance. The door was wedged opened as always like all the school lavatory doors, I guess so they could easily catch the kids doing something illicit in there. “Well, from where I was standing, I could easily see the doorway, and what lie beyond it, only I didn’t see the familiar tiled hallway. I saw a completely different scene entirely--a nighttime scene over what looked like a cul-de-sac. The street was well paved and gas-lit, and lined with these old, half-timbered mansions and thatched cottages, like what you would see in Europe. At the end of the cul-de-sac was the biggest building of all--an enormous manor house with what looked like stables or a garage off to the side. Near the flagstone walk leading to the front stood a stone statue of a tall figure in a hooded monk’s robe. It held aloft in one hand a candelabra of lanterns, all of which were lit with this flickering greenish-yellow light. It reminded me of the glow of a firefly and it was the only house that had that colored light.” “Wooooaahh, massive acid trip!” grinned the new guy I dubbed ‘Surfer Dude.’ “Absolutely not!” Patches snorted. “I never once tried drugs nor did I have a history of mental problems. While this reality-warping experience was going on, I thought someone was playing a joke on me. Naturally, I suspected Traci, of course. I had suffered pranks from her before, possibly in revenge for me actively avoiding and blatantly ignoring her, but then I realized she didn’t have the technical know-how to pull this stunt off so I assumed it was some maverick film-maker with a knack for practical jokes. “But then I felt an icy current of air that sent chill after chill down my arms and saw the trees and bushes moving like in a steady breeze. I even smelt an odor of wet earth and leaves and of various flowering shrubs. So this couldn’t have been a big special effect that happening on some massive movie screen outside. This had to be freaking real and I was probably trapped in the freaking lavatory with no freaking way out other than that eerie cul-de-sac, which was probably crawling with zombies and other annoying monsters. “Just as I was about to pull out my phone and text a message of help to one of my friends, I heard it--loud braying. Now when I say braying, I mean BRAYING. That was the best description I could come up with. It sounded like a cross between a donkey, a hyena and a squealing pig. Quite possibly the most frightening sound I’ve ever heard in my life and hoped to never to hear again. “I stared down the cul-de-sac, trying to search out the source of that horrible voice. And then the front door of the manor house burst open and a large, vaguely female-looking form tromped out followed shortly by a shorter, slightly more hairy individual who was carrying several grocery bags. “Shock soon turned to panic when I observed this thing and its companion/servant/whatever heading straight toward me so I quickly ducked into the nearest stall. “Shuffling footsteps soon sounded on the linoleum as the creatures entered the lavatory. Quickly I jumped up onto the toilet as my feet wouldn’t be spotted and then I bolted the stall door. As I peered through the crack, the larger of the two beasts lumbered past. A rancid stench wafted past, singeing my nostrils and back of my throat. Its stringy and greasy hair hung from its enormous head and about its flabby, sore-speckled, puss-besmirched arms. Its face was barely human, more like a combination of a baboon and a goat. At the same time, it was corpse-like, the skin was like moldy parchment and eaten away in places.” “Woah, that’s one gnarly monster dude!” the Surfer Dude exclaimed. “No shit!” agreed another Hackey Sacker. “Yeah, it was totally boss!” exclaimed a third young savage. “Hey, can I have some of that green stuff?” He pointed to Laurie’s half-finished spinach. “Yeah, go ahead,” Laurie sighed, sliding her paper over. “I just lost my appetite.” Patches downed a big gulp of her soup and refolded her legs. “The only things that looked remotely human on it were the ugly purple muu-muu that highlighted every spare tire and revolting sagging boobs and huge white tube socks and Crocs that encased the fleshy elephantine ‘tugboats’ that were its feet. “The thing was pacing back and forth, braying each time it passed my hiding place, its numerous fat rolls rippling and swaying as it shook its meaty fists in the air. Though its braying outbursts were largely incomprehensible, I was able to discern that the mostly one-sided conversation revolved around some town called Ferrisville. I assumed that was the name of the place these two freaks just exited. The troll/lepehambeast/whatever it was was raving about the elfin mages and wizards that lived in this town and how it was really unfair about them hoarding all this powerful ‘mana’ and only doling out really small amounts of ‘piss ant magic’ that doesn’t seem to do much of anything other then wart curses and lice infections. Then the thing became as loud as ever, smashing its fists against the stalls and walls as it ranted and raved about this ‘Poshy Faire Haven Bitch’ for kicking her out of the sleepover and not having any ‘real understanding’ about her ‘vampire phase.’ “When I heard those last few sentences, I nearly lost my footing on the toilet. “There were rumors flying all around the school that day of the sickening horrors wrought by Traci Algers on Mirya Orioles’s party. I wouldn’t go into details of what she did exactly, except to say it was probably one of the grossest things I’ve ever heard in my life and no one ever trusted her again after that. “Traci still came to school although she kept a low profile, hiding in corners and never talking to anyone except to her few equally-delusional, special snowflaky friends. “So I’m wondering to myself, how could this hideous waddling abomination be Traci? She was a short, scrawny thing--4'11, a foot shorter than me. This zombie hellbeast was around 6'12 and was a hefty 350-400 pounds and could easily do me serious damage. “Meanwhile the monster was yelling at the top of its lungs as it detailed its plot of revenge against Mirya Orioles and the rest of her gang, and I quote, 'There’s a high price to pay for kicking my ass...I’m gonna make you pay, you rotten town elf. You’re gonna pay! I’ll put the costume curse on all of you!' “At this point, the beast’s companion, whom I only caught glimpses of, walked into view. It looked like a rabid, realistic version of the Tails Fox in the Sonic games. Although frightening, it didn’t even come close to the hideousness of the hellbeast. The Fox said something quietly to it, something like ‘You’re wearing it,’ and the beast immediately ceased its tirade and lavatory assault and the two left my sight. I simply assumed they passed through the door back into the Ferrisville dimension, but I was wrong. “I heard the familiar bell ring for lunch break and everyone rushing out of the classes. I rushed out of the stall and saw that the hallway was back where it should be, and as I stepped out of the lavatory, I saw Traci Algers (now back to her usual weebish self) walking away with the blonde, bespectacled Ellie Vernes wearing her usual set of fox ears with the bedraggled piece of tail fur looped around her cubby waist. Although Ellie held the same grocery bags as that Fox, there were no monstrous creatures to be seen anywhere. “I often wondered what was in those sacks--black magic stuffs they got from that Ferrisville place or more cursed costumes...like the ones Traci and Ellie were wearing back in the lavatory.” Laurie narrowed her eyes sharply. “Did you tell anyone else about this?” Patches shrugged. “Well, I certainly didn’t tell my friends about what I saw. I didn’t want them to think I was nuts or on something. I did tell the science teacher--Mr. Barry, omitting the magic and monster part. Just told him that I overheard Traci and Ellie making threats against Mirya Orioles, one of them involving strangulation. And since Mr. Barry happened to be a very reasonable person, he took my story very seriously and passed it on to the principal. So not long after that I didn’t see any one of those weebs again...until about a month later... shortly after those storms that hit during the start of Thanksgiving Break...” Unfortunately at this point, the bell rang, signaling the end of recess. As everyone started to get up and gather their things together, I asked Alisha when would be a good time to meet again so she could finish her story. Patches frowned and rubbed her chin. “Well, since I have Sustained Silent Reading next,” she said finally, “how about I text you?” “Okay,” I agreed. I slid my hand into the pocket of my jeans and turned my phone on. “Mind if I join in too?” Laurie added. “I want to hear the whole thing on what exactly happened to these weeb freaks.” “Sure,” Patches nodded. After we exchanged numbers, we went our separate ways. Ten minutes later. I was in Mr. Roff’s art class, sketching out boring glass bottles full of water and horse harnesses. Eventually, I felt my phone vibrate and glanced down at my lap. The test read: (CTC (Care to chat?) I rapidly typed out: (K. Laurie there to?) New text appeared : (Present.) Elisha: (K. Good. Now that everyone’s here...) And so begins the second half of Patches’s story. She must be a speed typist because the text came flying out onto the screen like greased lightning. Elisha: (I’ve heard a lot of haunted town legends, but never one about a place called Ferrisville. So the moment I got home, I googled the name and the first thing that came up was this horror web site dealing with this ghost town. Most the stuff are stories of people who claimed to have stumbled across this town or about town artifacts that supposedly spread the Ferrisville Curse; however, there’s also this indie game that’s really frighteningly realistic that I swear that someone must have used actual video footage and photographs for the scenery. (The plot’s pretty decent too--a kind of cross between The Goonies, Super 8 and The Haunting. Well, I had to quit playing after about forty minutes, it was so totally scary, especially this one totally gross out scene. Elisha: (I was trying to find a way into this big manor house similar to the one I saw in that school lavatory. From what I could see through the lower windows, it seemed to a combination costume and puppet shop. There were even some fancy costumes, and one of them looked a whole like that rabid Tails ‘costume’ Ellie Vernes was wearing. (The other odd thing was the lantern-bearing statue that was in the front yard. When I first saw it in the dark, I thought it was just a monk, but now looking at it in the game’s broad daylight, it looked really like the Grim Reaper.) Patches went on to describe the stone figure swathed in a thin tattered veiling. The only parts that weren’t covered up by the shroud were its face and the hand grasping the lantern stand, and these had a thin, cankered skin drawn tightly over bone. Her vivid description reminded me greatly of what I saw during a family vacation to Dublin. Taking a peek at the famous vaults of St. Michan’s Church, it was like my worst nightmare come true--thin leathery corpses with nails still on their bony fingers and some with even internal organs visible through rips in the skin. Elisha: (Even though this was supposed to be a statue in a game, it still managed to scare the beejeebers out of me. Laurie: ( So that was the thing that caused you to quit playing? A Grim Reaper statue?) Elisha: (No, the thing that scared me soooooooooooo much happened shortly afterwards. Since I couldn’t get into the house through the front, I decided to try to find a way through the back. Going around the house, I soon found myself on this croquet lawn with massive shrubbery all about it and a winding path leading through the shrubbery to an arched doorway set in this stone wall. (Opening this door, I found a path that led me through even more shrubbery to a river. I assumed this was the same Mulligan River that supposedly ran through the real life town. (The atmosphere suddenly changed when I got close to the river. Everything seemed to grow a shade darker, yet the sun was still out. Then I noticed something floating around a far bed in the distance. At first, I thought it was a lichen-covered log, but when it bobbed in closer to the middle of the river, I saw it was a dead body, and a very decomposed one--like it been in the water for several weeks.) Laurie: (:-() OMG) Me: (:-(O) Holy Crap!) Elisha: (Yeah, and the most terrifying thing of all happened. The moment it came opposite to where I was standing, it suddenly changed its course and came floating toward me and bumped against the bank. Then it began climbing rapidly up toward me, and then, I stopped playing that damn game right then and there. But I had these really bad nightmares shortly afterwards where that same horrible thing was leaning over my bed in the dark, and dripping slime on my face. And after about a week of this crap, I finally had enough and slept on the living room couch and that seemed to have helped my problem. (I would have chalked up the whole Ferrisville event to purely hysteria and an overactive imagination, if I hadn’t heard the local news shortly thereafter--about several teens wanted for questioning in the near drowning of eight-year-old Angie Orioles. According to eyewitnesses, she was seen to race across the road to the river and leap in. She was eventually pulled out, but had fallen into a coma. Much earlier, a contractor working next door to the Orioles told the police he saw the girl tearing round the back garden with several people in grotesque costumes following closely behind. One of them looked a lot like that undead hambeast I saw back in the lavatory.) Me: (So how did they know it really was Traci who planned all this?) Elisha: (Well, her older sister came across Traci’s diary, and read a couple of entries--almost all of which detailed in her obsession with Mirya and her desire for revenge via Ferrisville Voodoo. It also listed her fellow conspirators. Well, by the time the family turned it over to the police, the worst had already happened.) Neither Laurie or me said anything for a long while. Elisha: (You were all wondering what finally happened to Traci and her cohorts. Well, I’ll tell you and this is what I know from what other people have told me. (Not all the people listed in the diary participated in Traci’s prank. Some even warned her that she was going too far with her mean-spirited practical jokes and to call it quits before it was too late. A couple of them even backed out the plan at the last minute; not only was it so bloody stupid, they later told the authorities, but the costumes Traci gave them totally grossed them out--reeking of sour sweat, stale vomit, and dead rats. In fact, it smelled so bad that their parents as well as some of their neighbors had even complained, leading to the costumes to be confiscated and unceremoniously deposed of via dumpster. (The few that did participate wound up in juvy hall and were eventually transferred to other schools. Out of all these exiles, Ellie Vernes fared the worst, her parents fearing further corrupting American influences, along with her older sister. This came like a big shock to Ellie who was investing in her dream of becoming a famous graphic novelist. Now she could no longer do any artwork at all. It was just round-the-clock studying and still more studying, and being constantly harped on by both her parents and teachers for being ‘trop anglais.’ And not surprisingly, she finally tried suicide after about a year of being on her native soil.) Laurie: (:-( Wow, that’s really sad, and she seemed to be most nicest of all of Traci’s friends. Probably the most brainiest of the bunch.) Me: (:-[ Well, if she was so brainy, how come she was hanging out with that deranged dumbass?) Laurie: (Well, there’s book smarts and then there’s street smarts. Apparently, Ellie was sorely lacking in the later. Say, Patches...you still haven’t told us what happened to Traci.) Elisha: (That’s the most weirdest part--and why, in my humblest opinion, the whole thing about her death was hushed up--at least officially.) Laurie: (WTH What the hell!) Me: (Yeah, WTH indeed!) Elisha: (It all happened during Christmas Break, and those who saw Traci right before her demise said that she seemed fine, although a little more humbled and more conservatively dressed. Her family found her the next morning in her closet--suicide by self-strangulation was the official cause of death. But according to rumors, forensics had problems with identifying the body, and had to rely on fingerprints as well as dental and DNA analysis. The corpse in question was three times as old as Traci Algers, people said--and so hideously ugly to the point of vile and disgusting.
2018.04.14 20:33 SaintRidley30 Days of Women's Wrestling Trailblazers Bonus! - Day 31 LuFisto, Sara Del Rey, Mercedes Martinez, MsChif, and Cheerleader Melissa
Thank you so much for reading along with the 30-day series. I have one more post for you, and it’s a bonus. Today we look at the careers of five of the most important women in modern American independent wrestling, on whose backs the real Divas/Women’s (R)Evolution began. I would also like to plug the new subreddit /QueensoftheRing for more discussion about women’s wrestling, past and present. Prologue All five of these women got their starts in the late 90s-early 2000s at a time when women’s wrestling in the United States was very much an endangered species. Following the collapse of the territory system, it didn’t exist but for the occasional filler match in WCW and ECW, the AWA was dead, the NWA World Women’s Championship was inactive, few of the remaining holdout territories that hadn’t folded offered anything at all, and Moolah had sold her title to the WWF. You had GLOW, POWW, LMLW, the LPWA, and WOW – all short-lived women’s promotions – holding the torch alive for women’s wrestling at a time when women’s wrestling was a falling star. The Professional Girl Wrestling Association of Penny Banner was the only long-lasting women’s organization, and mostly facilitated booking girls through other promotions. The only major promotion to sustain interest in women’s wrestling for any length of time was the WWF. Despite that, the WWF Women’s Championship had a troubled history. There was the Original Screwjob (which frankly seems far less original when you know about Burke and Byers, but Moolah had done enough to largely erase the contributions of the women who came before her from the business). There was the deactivation of the title during Rockin Robin’s reign. There was the revival with Madusa as Alundra Blayze and the partnership with AJW, only for the division to be shuttered once again. By the close of the century, the WWF revived women’s wrestling within itself once more as little more than a booby prize, an excuse to titillate the audience by giving it to whomever Vince McMahon thought had the nicest breasts that day. This is a time when the championship was won by stripping the opponent, or wrestling in gravy, or losing a match by being stripped to your underwear (as Debra did), or by a man in drag as a joke, where at no point did the concept of wrestling seem to even factor into the picture. The Divas division of the post-Lita and Trish era is derided as being the nadir of women’s wrestling in WWE but compared to the Attitude Era prior to the folding of WCW it would have seemed a golden age. That is what women’s wrestling was as the five women profiled today were first breaking into the business, and each of them balked and said that wasn’t for them. Each took their own path to improving the situation on the independent scene, and all five would come together at the Berwyn Eagles Club in Berwyn, Illinois, where Dave Prazak and Allison Danger made the daring attempt to start an all-women wrestling promotion in the United States that aimed to be more like AJW, GAEA, Jd’, or JWP than any American women’s promotion had ever tried to be. That promotion, SHIMMER, is still the shining star of the independent scene for women in American wrestling thirteen years later. The following five women could very well be considered the five pillars of women’s independent wrestling in the 21st century. Without their work, as well as that of the others they’ve wrestled and trained, SHIMMER would probably not be the success story it is and women’s wrestling in America would potentially still be endangered. LuFisto Born on February 15, 1980 in Sorel, Quebec, Genevieve Goulet became interested in wrestling when she saw tapes of Manami Toyota, Bull Nakano, and Akira Hokuto. Luna Vachon and her unique look, however, was a much more local inspiration. After being coached through training by Pierre Marchessault and Patrick Lewis, retired wrestler Lise Raymond gave LuFisto the final pep talk that cemented everything together. LuFisto was advised to stand up for herself and never let wrestlers who didn’t want women in wrestling demean her, and that it’s “better to be a bitch and secure one’s spot than to get along with them” (Laprade and Murphy, 358). LuFisto debuted as Lucifer in 1997, wrestling across Canada, the U.S., Europe and Japan. Over the course of these early years she became Luscious Lucy, then Precious Lucy, and finally LuFisto. She made her mark as a hardcore wrestler and was soon known as the First Lady of Hardcore, leading to an invitation to wrestle some extreme shows for Lucha Libre Femenil, before taking a two-month tour of Japan where she trained with Sara Del Rey and Kana. Somehow, LuFisto has never been signed to a major promotion. She talked to WCW in 2000, though for obvious reasons (namely, their freefall collapse) nothing came of this. In 2009 she nearly signed with TNA, but the arrival of Hulk Hogan and Eric Bischoff put an end to that. LuFisto heard rumblings that it was due to her looks, as she didn’t look “enough like the Beautiful People” (Laprade and Murphy, 357). She had a tryout with TNA in 2012, and tried to enter both TNA’s Gut Check Challenge and WWE’s Tough Enough, but was passed over. LuFisto has reason to claim responsibility for the legalization of intergender wrestling in Ontario. That began in April 2003, when a hardcore intergender tag team match she was scheduled for was cancelled due to another promoter filing a complaint with the Ontario Athletic Commission (predictably, these rules only applied to independent wrestling, as WWE had run intergender matches in Ontario without interference from the Commission). LuFisto enlisted the help of the Ontario Human Rights Commission, making the case that “the regulation in question was a violation of [her] human rights, based on [her] gender” (Laprade and Murphy, 362). On May 10, 2006, the Ontario Athletic Commission not only lifted the ban on intergender wrestling, but deregulated professional wrestling completely. OAC commissioner Ken Hayashi said of the decision:
It's been something we've been considering for a while. There's been a lot of requests from promoters for de-regulation. The bottom line is there were no real health and safety regulations (to oversee), that's the main thrust of this office. Wrestling is choreographed, pre-arranged. I think we are the only jurisdiction in Canada that still regulates it. It was just a matter of time and that time has come; we no longer regulate professional wrestling.
Of the five women profiled today, LuFisto has been wrestling the longest. Despite this, she is the only one not to be a SHIMMER original, making her debut in SHIMMER on volume 7. She’s appeared on 65 of SHIMMER’s 100 volumes (and will likely add to that number today and tomorrow as volumes 101-104 tape), and has wrestled numerous times against and alongside women like Cheerleader Melissa, Kana, Mercedes Martinez, Rain, Kellie Skater, the Canadian Ninjas, and Amazing Kong. For the past 20 years, LuFisto has been a constant force on the independent scene, where she’s earned numerous accolades. Among her past championship accomplishments are the CZW Iron Man Championship (the first woman to win it), two reigns with the NCW International Femmes Fatales Championship, the WSU World Championship, and numerous others from smaller promotions. She’s won several tournaments, including the 2007 IWA Mid-South Queen of the Deathmatch tournament, the 2007 Sherri Memorial Cup Tournament (with partner El Generico), and the 2010 NCW Femmes Fatales Championship Tournament. Other honors include being inducted into the Association de Lutte Féminine Quebec Female Wrestling Hall of Fame and winning the 2008 CZW Best of the Best People’s Choice award. LuFisto is, at the time of writing, the current reigning Shine champion. LuFisto suffered a stroke on April 17, 2010, but it only kept her out of the ring for a month and a half. There’s no doubt she’s one of the toughest women in professional wrestling today. She was recently diagnosed with cervical cancer. The easiest way you as a fan can help LuFisto with her medical bills (she’s Canadian, but because she is now an American citizen she has to deal with American healthcare) by visiting her website and buying merch. Matches NGX May 7, 2005, vs. Princesa Sugey, hardcore match CZW November 10, 2007, vs. Sabian ALF October 12, 2007, with El Generico vs. Misty Haven and Alex von Payton (round 1 Sensational Sherri Memorial Cup SMASH August 18, 2013, vs. Vanessa Kraven CZW Prelude to Violence May 31, 2014, with Kimber Lee vs. Jessicka Havok and Nevaeh Beyond #HOGxBEYOND June 17, 2016, vs. Sonya Strong Beyond Over-Nite Sensation December 11, 2016, vs. Kimber Lee Beyond #Caffeine April 2, 2017, vs. Deonna Purrazzo Beyond Feeling Minnesota April 30, 2017, with Jordynne Grace (Team PAWG) vs. Anthony Greene and Brick Mastone (ΑΣΣ) Sara Del Rey The Death Rey, the Queen of Wrestling, The American Angel. Sara Del Rey has gone by many names, but she was born Sara Ann Amato on November 13, 1980 in Martinez, California. She started wrestling in 2001 after being trained by Brian Danielson, and today she’s the assistant head coach in WWE’s Performance Center, being the driving force behind the rise in quality of WWE’s women’s division. A year after her debut in 2001, Del Rey was accepted to a tour with ARSION in Japan, where she sat under the learning tree of Aja Kong and truly began to hone her craft. She wrestled in Japan and Mexico, and wound up back in the United States to take part in the first taping for Dave Prazak’s new all-women’s promotion SHIMMER, where she and Mercedes Martinez fought to a time-limit draw in their first match together. SHIMMER was at that time closely-affiliated with Ring of Honor, and Del Rey was a fixture of the nascent Women of Honor division, as well as in CHIKARA. In SHIMMER, Del Rey was the de facto locker room leader. She was there to wrestle for the first 48 shows without missing a one before she was signed to WWE. She was the ace of the promotion, and in the words of Dave Prazak she was someone “young wrestlers looked up to” as “someone to aspire to be like because she proved that gender doesn’t have to hold one back from being a top-flight pro wrestler.” Del Rey won the 2007 tournament to crown the first SHIMMER Champion, and in 2010 she got to have a dream match, partnering with Claudio Castagnoli against Manami Toyota and Mike Quackenbush. In 2011 she got to wrestle and defeat Aja Kong, Tsubasa Kuragaki, and Ayako Hamada. Del Rey is one of the rare few wrestlers from outside of Japan to have defeated Asuka at any point in her career, and one of only two to do it twice. And in 2012 she got the rare distinction of placing #430 in the PWI 500 after having defeated such male wrestlers as Castagnoli and El Generico (Laprade and Murphy, 408). From March to July 2012, she and Courtney Rush were the SHIMMER Tag Team Champions as the Queens of Winning, making her the first woman to have won both the SHIMMER Tag Team and singles championships. Del Rey signed with WWE in 2012 and retired from active wrestling, taking on her current role of trainer in the Performance Center. It’s her “lifelong passion,” she told Vice. Her enduring legacy is WWE’s revived, revitalized, revolutionized women’s division. Matches ROH , vs. Taeler Hendrix ROH, vs. Amazing Kong AIW, vs. Hailey Hatred SHIMMER June 2, 2007, vs. Lacey to crown the first SHIMMER champion Jersey All Pro Wrestling, December 11, 2010, vs. LuFisto for the JAPW Women’s Championship SHIMMER October 2, 2011, with Madison Eagles vs. Ayumi Kurihara and Ayako Hamada for the SHIMMER Tag Team Championship Bonus promo segments: Sara tries to find a partner on SHIMMER volume 47 Mercedes Martinez Born Jasmine Benitez on November 17, 1980 in Waterbury, Connecticut, Mercedes Martinez grew up as a fan of professional wrestling and was inspired by wrestlers like Hulk Hogan and Randy Savage. GLOW gained a fan in her as well. She played basketball in high school and college until she was injured and had to quit. That’s when she learned of a new pro wrestling school opened by Jason Knight (Laprade and Murphy, 244). Like LuFisto, she’s never been signed by a major promotion, though she has worked a few matches for ROH and WWE in her tenure. Within a month of beginning her training, Martinez had her debut match in 2000, and Knight gave her the name Mercedes Martinez. She made the rounds of the New England independent circuit, impressing enough to impress Dave Prazak, who brought her in to main event SHIMMER’s first show in a time-limit draw against Sara Del Rey, the first of 69 volumes she has wrestled on for SHIMMER (possibly as many as 73 after this weekend). In 2005 and 2006 Martinez worked the indies, being a highlight of SHIMMER’s shows and in 2007 she became part of Ring of Honor’s Vulture Squad stable. She won several titles, including the NWA Midwest/IWA Mid-South Women’s Championship, the WXW Cruiserweight Championship, and the WXW Women’s Championship. In 2006 Martinez was given a tryout with WWE in a match against Victoria, but she wasn’t what they were looking for (Laprade and Murphy, 345).
“I was told to revamp myself,” she said, in reference to the feedback the WWE road agents provided following the match. “My style was too aggressive for them – too hardcore, too strong-style. I had to tone it down and we could go from there. I didn’t want to water down myself and be something they wanted me to be when I knew what I was capable of at that time.” So Martinez said thanks but no thanks and went back to the independents. “I don’t regret turning them down because what they wanted wasn’t right for me,” she said. If what’s going on now [a greater emphasis on athleticism and workrate] had happened 10 years ago, I believe I would have been there.”
One of Martinez’s biggest accomplishments came under Sean McCaffrey’s stewardship of Women Superstars Uncensored. She was brought in as a top star and a booker, winning the WSU championship on March 7, 2009. Martinez made many marks in history during her feud with Angel Orsini, including the first women’s bullrope match, and on June 6 in an Iron Man match. Feeling a 30 minute match would be too easy and even ho-hum, they made a 60 minute match that went into sudden death overtime, ending at a final time of ~71 minutes, officially becoming the longest women’s match ever (blowing away every the 60-minute draw in AJW and even the 63 minute no contest claimed on Mildred Burke’s behalf for her shoot with June Byers). Martinez would hold the title for three years before dropping it to Jessicka Havok, but not before breaking her own record in a title defense on August 6, 2011 against Lexxus (Impact’s Alisha Edwards) that went 73 minutes. In 2017 Martinez was part of WWE’s Mae Young Classic, where she advanced to the semi-final before losing to a familiar face from SHIMMER: Shayna Baszler. Baszler, Martinez, and Nicole Savoy were a stable in SHIMMER at the time called Trifecta, with Martinez as the SHIMMER champion and Savoy as the Heart of SHIMMER champion, with Baszler as the extra muscle. Following the tournament, Baszler signed with WWE, and Aja Kong was brought in as a new third member of Trifecta, with Martinez explicitly calling her the new #2 of the group, to the annoyance of Savoy. Savoy would turn on Trifecta and win the SHIMMER Championship from Martinez. Martinez unsuccessfully challenged Savoy for the title at SHIMMER 100. Martinez is a highly decorated champion with nearly thirty championship reigns in her career. She is currently the SHINE Tag Team champion with Ivelisse as well as the WSU Champion (in her third reign). She recently lost the NCW Femmes Fatales International Championship to Vanessa Kraven and the SHIMMER Championship to Nicole Savoy. In 2014 Martinez was inducted into the WXW Hall of Fame, and in 2017 she was inducted into the WSU Hall of Fame. In 2011 she was #2 in the PWI Female 50. She’s still going strong, as well as teaching newer wrestlers through seminars with RISE. Matches WWE Heat June 12, 2006, vs. Victoria (tryout match) SHIMMER October 2, 2011 and March 17, 2012, vs. Athena (highlights from vols. 43 and 44, entirety of the match from vol. 45) AAW November 26, 2016, vs. Kimber Lee for the SHIMMER championship WWE Network July 14, 2017 Mae Young Classic round of 16, vs. Princesa Sugehit July 14, 2017 Mae Young Classic quarterfinal, vs. Abbey Laith July 14, 2017 Mae Young Classic semifinal, vs. Shayna Baszler Nov. 15, 2017 NXT, vs. Ember Moon MsChif Rachel Frobel, née Collins, was born in 1976 in St. Louis, Missouri. A microbiologist by trade, she was profiled on The Secret Life of Scientists and Engineers (herearesomeclips), where she revealed that her inspiration to wrestle came when a secretary asked her what she would do if she could pick any thing fun to do in life. She began training in 2000, one of only two women in her class and the only one who stuck with it past two shows. She debuted in July 2001, and wrestled intergender matches until Daizee Haze came into the picture. The two worked each other and as partners across the Midwest independents, and in 2005 the two took part in the first SHIMMER taping. Haze wrestled Lacey in the main event while MsChif wrestled an intense brawl against Cheerleader Melissa. With her banshee scream and imposing look, MsChif by all appearances should have been the heel, but in reality she was the face of the match. In her tenure with SHIMMER, MsChif would wrestle on 52 volumes. MsChif won the NWA World Women’s Championship from Christie Ricci in January 2007. MsChif explains that NWA promoter “Ed Chuman really wanted to kick up the women’s division and get it out into the spotlight,” perhaps an attempt to reverse some of the damage it had done to its own reputation in women’s wrestling during the early TNA years, but “unfortunately, several of the NWA promotions didn’t have a lot of money and weren’t willing to invest in women’s wrestling. It never took off quite the way Ed wanted” (Laprade and Murphy, 368). Around this time, MsChif would say that she had no intention of going to WWE, explaining:
It’s sad to me to see talented women wrestlers go to waste because the WWE won’t really let them wrestle. Instead they use them as nothing more than sex objects. I don’t ever want to leave wrestling the way I wrestle now. I don’t want to be told what I can and can’t do.
She would lose the title to Amazing Kong in April, before winning it back on April 27, 2008, the day after she won the SHIMMER Championship from Sara Del Rey. She would hold the SHIMMER Championship for 715 days before dropping it to Madison Eagles, the longest reign with the title on record, and would hold onto the NWA World Women’s Championship for 818 days before dropping it to Tasha Simone. She was also the NWA Midwest Women’s champion for four years during this period. This time as a triple champion helped her earn her spot at #4 on the PWI Female 50 for 2009. MsChif married Michael Elgin on July 4, 2013, and they had a child in September 2015. MsChif’s last match to date was on May 11, 2014. If she intends to return to the ring in the foreseeable future, she hasn’t said, but she has also not made any official statement of retirement. She’s not ready just yet to close the door on wrestling (Laprade and Murphy, 369). Matches ROH, vs. Daizee Haze, Lacey, and Ashley Lane EWF, with Christina Eerie vs. Candice LeRae and Davina Rose SHIMMER April 7, 2007, vs. Amazing Kong RQW 2007, vs. Eden Black and Cheerleader Melissa for the RQW Women’s Championship D1W June 7, 2013, vs. Crazy Mary Dobson Cheerleader Melissa Born Melissa Anderson on August 17, 1982 in Los Angeles, Cheerleader Melissa is a second generation wrestler. Her father, Doug Anderson, had her attending Cauliflower Alley Club banquets from the time she was a teenager. When his tag team partner opened a wrestling school in San Bernadino, she signed up at the age of 15. She trained under the tutelage of Billy Anderson (no relation, but he was her father's tag team partner) and began touring the All Pro Wrestler circuit as a manager to the Ballard Brothers, a pair of heelish hockey players as their villainous cheerleader. She received additional training from Christopher Daniels and Brian Danielson before having her first match in 1999 on her 17th birthday, where she lost to Lexi Fyfe. She thought “Cheerleader Melissa” would be just a temporary thing, but she “realized very quickly that in the field of sports entertainment, that the name Melissa wasn’t marketable – it wasn’t catch and not getting people’s attention at all” (Laprade and Murphy, 354). In 2002 Melissa was invited to Japan to work with ARSION, wrestling against Lioness Asuka on her 20th birthday. By 2004 her hard work was already paying off, when the Cauliflower Alley Club gave her their Future Legend Award. They weren’t wrong. On the West coast she wrestled for ChickFight, and when SHIMMER opened its doors in 2005, she was right there on the first show, proving her heel credentials against MsChif. The most prolific wrestler for the promotion, she has wrestled on 89 volumes of SHIMMER (and likely more this weekend), most recently defeating Shotzi Blackheart at SHIMMER 100. As far as SHIMMER goes, she wrestled the most consecutive volumes of any SHIMMER wrestler, working the first 60 volumes. She would have wrestled the first 80 straight volumes if not for having to get stitches at the hospital following a match with LuFisto on volume 60, forcing her to only appear in a run-in on 61 after rushing from the hospital to make the show in time. Melissa would become the SHIMMER champion in 2011 by defeating Madison Eagles. She would lose it to Saraya Knight, before regaining it on April 6, 2013 by defeating Knight in SHIMMER’s first ever cage match to become the first two-time SHIMMER champion (an honor only she and Mercedes Martinez share). This helped make her #1 on the PWI Female 50 for 2013. Through her time in SHIMMER, she also became only the second American to have two pinfall victories against Kana (WWE's Asuka). All the while, Melissa tried out for WWE in 2006, though she was passed over. She was at one point considered for a spot in WWE prior to that tryout, but nothing came of it due to a change in direction (namely, the dropping of the Muhammad Hassan character). She was originally to have been part of the Muhammed Hassan and Khosrow Daivari group, and this led to the persona she adopted when she first joined TNA in 2008 as Raisha Saeed. She managed Awesome Kong and occasionally wrestled in this role, but she was criminally underused. At some point someone in TNA realized this, so they asked her to do double duty. She debuted as Alissa Flash in 2009 and wrestled outside the niqab all while also wearing it to wrestle for and/or against Kong as well (October 20 and 21, 2009, for instance saw her wrestle as Saeed one day and Flash the next, losing to Awesome Kong and Tara, respectively). She requested her release from TNA in 2010 due to feeling underused. In 2014 she was made president of Stardom’s American branch, responsible for booking American talent for Stardom shows. In that role she and Madusa have had many conversations relating to the struggles of being a woman in wrestling (Laprade and Murphy, 356-57).
“When I talk to Madusa, I sometimes feel like I’m talking to a version of myself from the future. We’ve had so many of the same experiences. When she worked for some of the bigger companies, she would struggle because she had trained in Japan with that style. She would wrestle and the men would be pissed that they had to follow her. I was like, ‘Oh God, you too?’”
2017.08.28 19:29 kotpotatoI need to talk about what happened in fall of 2013
I don’t ever talk about what happened during the fall of my junior year. I think about it all the time. There were five of us at the start of the year—Ryan, Claire, Meg, Reid, and myself. We were lazy and happy and we spent all of our free time in Ryan’s basement watching movies and talking shit. That’s the way it had been for us since we were kids. I graduated three years ago, but only three of my friends graduated with me. School started the last week of August, so we peeled ourselves off of Ryan’s dingy couch and packed our backpacks. We all lived in the same neighborhood so we all drove to school together. Meg had a car. She was the only one who had a job then and had busted her ass all summer at the diner so that she could buy her aunt’s old 1999 Ford Contour. “So when are we gonna go out to the woods and make out in here?” Reid asked from the back seat. Meg mimed throwing up and we laughed. “When are you going to stop being a huge slut?” I asked, turning from the passenger’s seat to throw gum wrappers at him “I’m a slut of opportunity and I will never stop,” he answered, volleying a wrapper back into my face. “But can Claire and me borrow this car and go make out in the woods?” Ryan asked. “Don’t answer that, Meg, we’re not going to be making out anywhere other than the couch,” Claire objected, punching Ryan’s arm. “Please don’t say that, we all sit on that couch,” I said. “Hey, if anyone else in this car is able to find someone to make out with, you can use the couch, too,” Ryan laughed I saw Meg’s face flush with color, but I didn’t say anything until later. Meg and I had first period together, Calculus 1. During the second half of the lesson, our teacher let the class start the homework assignment. “You’re dating someone,” I accused over the graph I was working on. Meg’s face glowed pink again. “Aha!” I said, “Whom?” Meg narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t tell anyone. “Who? And why?” “I’m not sure if we’re dating. I don’t wanna be weird and desperate.” “You dumb bitch, anyone would be lucky to date you. So who is it?” “Mark Sessa,” she whispered. I ‘ooed’ appreciatively. Mark was a year ahead of us. He was somewhat of an enigma to us; no one knew much about him. He wasn’t on a sports team, he wasn’t in band, and he didn’t do theatre. Claire was the only one of us who did extracurriculars, though, so I didn’t think poorly of that. “He works at the diner with me,” Meg went on, smiling at the thought. “There was a night, in July, one of the other servers called in, and the kitchen staff all left already, so it was just him and me.” “And you did it on the tables!” I whisper yelled. “No, you’re gross. We just talked. And then it happened again the next week. And we started hanging out after our shifts, just talking. We would walk to the lake at midnight. We kissed. Once. Well it was last week.” Meg’s eyes were gazing dreamily at the wall behind me. “So when do you get to know if you’re dating?” I asked, trying not to laugh. “I don’t know. I can’t just ask.” “You can,” I demanded. And she did, later that week. Most nights after that, there were only four of us on Ryan’s couch. Every moment that Mark wasn’t working, Meg was with him. He lived a few miles away from the rest of us with his dad in a two bedroom apartment. Everything was great for two weeks. We went to school, we came home and did our homework together. Sometimes Meg would bring Mark over and we’d all watch movies. On September 20th, 2013, Mark was absent from class. He was in a painting class with me, at the end of the day, but that day he didn’t show up. Meg hadn’t heard from him all day. We found out on Sunday what had happened. “A woman from my building is missing,” he told us in a low voice on the front steps of Meg’s house. “She lives in the apartment across the hall from us.” Isabelle Cooley was 22 years old. She was beautiful and alone, with no family in town. Mark’s dad had been friendly with her, and they had developed a habit of having a meal together on Thursday nights. But she hadn’t come. Her car was in the lot, though, so Mark’s dad knocked on her door. When she didn’t answer, he turned the doorknob and found it unlocked. The studio apartment was a mess, but Isabelle was gone. Her wallet—cards, license, cash, all of it—was still in her purse on the couch. Mark’s dad was distraught. He’d been watching over her since she moved to town when she was 17. She was part of their family. How could he have let this happen? Mark stayed home with his dad on Friday; they weren’t sure what they should do, but they didn’t think they could leave their apartment. Over the next few days, we tried watching the news and reading the paper, hoping for an update about Isabella’s disappearance. But there was nothing. No one said a thing. They reported on the weather—‘Isn’t it a bit chilly for September, Phyllis?’—and the reported on the junior high musical—‘They’re doing Mary Poppins, isn’t that sweet!’—but they didn’t report a single thing about Isabelle Cooley. She’d as good as evaporated into thin air. Uncomfortably, we all wondered how much crime was going on under our noses that we never heard about. By the end of September, two more women had gone missing—Alisha Jones and Starr Moore—both from low income apartment complexes near Mark’s. They were both beautiful, alone, and in their twenties, just like Isabella had been. The only reason we ever heard about them was Mark. A neighborhood watch had been set up by some retired members of those apartment complexes. The police, from what Mark told us, didn’t care. They were wholly disinterested and despite the fact that none of the women had taken any of their belongings, they insisted that the woman had run away. Most of them had run away to our town, of course they also decided to run away from our town. Mark didn’t believe it. We didn’t believe it either, but there was nothing we could do. On October 9th, Meg didn’t pick me up for school. She didn’t answer my texts or my calls. With five minutes until school was going to start, I decided to walk. I ran into Claire where our two streets intersected. “Haley!” I heard behind me, I turned and there she was. “She didn’t pick you up either?” “She didn’t,” I said. “Did you talk to her? Any clue where she is?” “She never came over to Ryan’s last night,” Claire told me. “After you left, she texted me and said she probably would, but she never showed.” We felt uneasy, but neither of us wanted to say anything. “She probably just got sick,” I finally said, if only to break the silence. Claire nodded. “What the hell?” Reid yelled at us as we walked past his house. “Where’s Meg?” Soon after, Ryan caught up with us as well. No one had heard from Meg since the night before. We walked to school in silence. Meg was gone. We were called out of class one by one and asked if we knew where she was. Her mom had reported her missing that morning. She didn’t come home the night of the 8th. She was on the front page of the paper and every local news station. ‘How could this happen to her?’ they all wanted to know. ‘She came from such a nice home—who would kidnap her?’ Her car was still parked outside of Mark’s apartment on the morning on the 9th. He told us later that he walked her to her car that night, a little while after she’d told Claire she might come over. He kissed her goodnight, she got in the car, and he went back inside his building. He said that was around 9:30. He noticed later that she’d left her jacket in his house, and had intended to give it to her at school the next morning. He never got the chance, though. Meg wasn’t the first person to go missing that year, and she wasn’t the last. She was the only one whose disappearance was investigated though; the only one who the police agreed was kidnapped. They never found her. They never found any of them. After that, I stopped going to Ryan’s basement. Claire and Ryan and Reid still hung out, but I withdrew. I started hanging out with Mark. By my graduation, he was the only person I considered a good friend. We both left town as soon as I finished school, going to a university out of state. We live together now, renting an apartment off campus. We like to spend our time watching movies and writing papers in the living room. We don’t talk about what happened that fall. Except now I think I have to. I went to the grocery store yesterday and I saw someone who looked familiar. I recognized her from the photos Mark had shown us back in Ryan’s basement in 2013. It was Isabella Cooley. I knew it was. I went up to her—I don’t know why—and I introduced myself. Of course she didn’t know who I was—she was six years older than me. I told her about what had happened that fall—that my friends and I all thought she’d been kidnapped. I told her how happy Mark’s dad would be that she was alive. Isabella became pale when I mentioned the events of that fall. She looked terrified and angry. She told me I was mistaken and then left the store, leaving behind her cart full of groceries. I watched her leave, confused, wondering if I had truly been mistaken. But through the wide store windows, I saw her talk to another woman, and point into the store—at me—frantically. The other woman turned to face me, her face drained of color as well, and I knew I was right. Because the second woman was Alisha Jones. I tried to follow them, but by the time I escaped the store, they’d gotten into a black sedan and peeled away, tires squealing. Isabelle left something over than groceries, though. She left behind her wallet. Her photo ID says her name is Becca Smith, and it has her address as well. They know what happened that fall. They can tell me what happened to Meg. I think I should follow them. part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 the end
2017.07.10 23:08 mmpratt99Historic Points of Interest--Ferrisville
The Gray Man Here in the Hogan's Gap area is possibly the least known of all ghost towns in the West. Far enough off the beaten track to escape notice from tourists, souvenir hunters and vandals. Ferrisville is protected as a State Historic Park, though you won't find any fancy recreated saloons and hotels, antique shops and general stores or make-believe attractions worthy of Disneyland there. There are no basic services, camping, lodging, food vending or water fountains. There is not even a museum open during the summer to offer items available for sale. No team of rangers visit to maintain the site in a state of "arrested decay". It's off limits to the general public. At the visitors' centers in Hogan's Gap, the pamphlets showing the various walking trails, picnic areas, and scenic camping spots, will not present its location. Only on maps prior to 1896, would you find any mention of its existence. That was how I found out there was such a place as Ferrisville, through a faded old map I discovered in a Prince Albert tobacco can nailed to a fallen tree--a map from perhaps a century ago. I was eight back then and my brother Thomas was seven. We were following a narrow deer trail above this deep river canyon. We weren't even supposed to be up there, our parents would ground us several times over if they had found out. But they were too busy hosting a barbecue party at the time to notice our sudden departure. After clambering up a small waterfall, we soon noticed shimmering in the forest gloom, an albino redwood tree growing from the remnants of a lightning-struck tree. As I paused at a dinner-platter-sized hole in the stump, I wonder what animal may have lived there. I noticed the nailed-up tin and pried it loose. As soon as we got back home, I cleaned it. Opening the lid, I began tapping the tin gently to empty what I thought was some tobacco. To my amazement, I found it wasn't tobacco at all but an old faded piece of paper I plucked the folded paper from the tin can and carefully unfolded it. It turned out to be a note detailing what appeared to be a mining claim in some place called Ferrisville. I had never even heard of Ferrisville. When I started asking questions about it, locals once friendly and knowledgeable about Hogan's Gap colorful past, would suddenly turn distant and taciturn or else, they would change the subject altogether. Eventually, my grandparents told me to stop pestering people with "such foolish questions." When I asked why it was foolish exactly, my grandmother would say, "It's not something people like talking about. It's kind of like having a crazy relative you keep in the attic." Naturally, this explanation made me even more curious, but seeing that I was a pretty obedient kid, I didn't press the matter, even when the tobacco can and its tattered contents mysteriously vanished from my room. I suspected that Thomas could have had something to do with its disappearance, for I told no one else of my find. Of course, he could have just blabbed about it to my ever-disapproving folks. Whenever it came to interesting stuff, Thomas couldn't help himself but blab. The years passed, and although I grew older, my curiosity about Ferrisville never waned. It was always at the back of my mind: whenever I walked the hall of Hogan's Gap High, stood on the Quad, sat in the back rows of classes or talked with my friends. It was through these friends that I found out a few more things about Ferrisville. Unlike me, they were not of the tight-lipped, founding clique of Hogan's Gap life and traditions. It was a sunny April afternoon. Lunch time had just started and the Drama Room as well as the hallway and grass just outside were flooded with the constant coming and going of two dozen Drama Geeks. Nine Inch Nails and Lady Gaga issued from the stereo system, card games were in full progress, a small hacky sack convention claimed the small stage, and three or four conversations were happening at once near the door. "I had heard stories from my grandmother," said Laurie who was always ready to spill the beans on local superstitions and gossip, “who had heard it from her parents about strange happenings and human oddities of old Ferrisville." "What sort of stories?" I asked curiously. "That they had gills and big bulgy eyes and swam out into the ocean at night?" I was a total H. P. Lovecraft fan, by the way, and have written many Lovecraft-inspired stories to be published. They never were. I thought about using my rejection notices as wallpaper, but then I realized what stereotype it would be. So I shredded them all and fed them to my worm farm. Laurie fingered her curly blonde hair thoughtfully. "No, nothing Lovecraftian weird," she replied. "Just that the Ferrisville folk were strange--like over eight feet tall, and wraith -thin. They looked like those creepy albino elves from the second Hellboy movie." Having never seen the second Hellboy movie...or the first, I could only imagine the elves out J. R. R. Tolkien’s stories. Elvish nobles with flowing ash blonde hair and noses like eagles' beaks, and very extravagant tastes in clothes. Not very creepy at all, unless of course, you were an orc. Lady Gaga's Born This Way suddenly came on. Someone turned the damn thing way up at full volume I got up and turned it down at notch, then returned to my seat "And they had this insane, ritualistic stuff," Laurie went on, "stuff you wouldn't even believe unless you time traveled back to Ancient Rome or Pagan Europe." I nodded gravely, wondering if Laurie's grandmother might have been hitting the sauce a little when she was telling her grandchildren these stories. "Did your grandmother ever tell you what exactly happened to Ferrisville?" I asked. "It was some kind of flu epidemic round about eighteen-ninety-six," Laurie crinkled her nose. "Not the same strain that hit in 1918. This kind moved fast, killed in just a few days." A stray hacky sack sailed into our midst. I instantly threw it back without looking up. "So it wiped out the whole town then?" I prompted. "Yep," Laurie answered with a nod. "Every man, woman and child, all of a sudden--gone. Folks from the surrounding communities didn't even know the town was gone, until several weeks later when someone noticed a lot of vultures hovering over the Mulligan River valley. They didn't even try giving everyone a decent burial, just burned the entire place to the ground." "You've got to be pulling my leg!" I said incredulously. "It sounded like something that happened out of the Middle Ages, not the Late Nineteenth Century!" The stereo blared again--"I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes." Hurriedly, I got up and turned it down again. Who keeps doing that? I wondered. I don't see anybody turning it up at max level! "I swear I'm not pullin' your leg about this," Laurie insisted as soon as I returned to my seat. "It really did happen." I carefully searched her face for a hint of a mischievous smile, but she seemed really earnest. "Well, if this lethal outbreak and town burning really did happen then how come it doesn't show up in the historical records?" Laurie shrugged. "Well, I guess the people back then were so freaked out about a whole town up and dying like that, that it became a taboo to even talk about it " she mused, frowning. "Nobody likes to talk about it--even today. Many of the families around here are descended from people involved in the town's destruction, and there's a quite of bad feeling over it even now." "I take it the Ferrisville folk weren't too well liked around here," I remarked. Laurie nodded. "Yeah, no one seemed to liked them any. Even the Chinese and Indians were scared of them. Maybe because they looked and acted really weird, not like well, humans." I raised my eyebrows a notch. "Well, they had to have been human," I muttered. "Maybe really inbred, but still human. They all died of some massive flu bug, and their bodies were all destroyed. If they were not human, they would have all risen from the dead." Laurie shrugged again. "Well according to the stories I heard," she said quietly, "they didn't exactly stay dead very long." "What?" I stared at her in bewilderment. Then a hacky sack sailed in, not sure if it was the same one, and landed on my head. Again I tossed it back. "They were all up and walking around in only a month," Laurie went on. "The town eventually got rebuilt." "So there's a town after all?" I said slowly. "Yeah, there's a town," Laurie murmured, "but nobody knows exactly what shape it’s in because nobody ever goes there now...Well, a few people did in the past--mostly outsiders, but none of them ever came back." “That’s not exactly so,” a voice unexpectedly said. Both me and Laurie looked up and recognized the familiar sophomore Elisha “Patches” Thompson. She was a small, twiggy brunette with a feathered “wings” haircut. She got the nickname “Patches” because she always wore an oversized denim jacket that was covered with a kaleidoscope of colorful patches. “Sorry to interrupt,” said Patches, seating herself at the next empty desk. “But I’m afraid what you just said about people not coming back from that place isn’t exactly true.” Laurie frowned. “What? You actually know someone who came back.” “Three people actually,” Patches put down her coffee mug of soup, and draped one slender leg over the other. “You’re looking at one of them.” Since Elisha wasn’t the kind of person who had a flair of spinning tall tales, we were naturally intrigued. “So when did this happened exactly?” Laurie asked, munching a bit of her Lean Cuisine spinach salad. “Halloween, wasn’t it?” I asked, taking a bite of my hamburger. The reason I asked about Halloween was that always something weird would happen around that time. Just last year, on that most celebrated of days, the girl a few houses down from us got a Black Shuck for a pet and then around the same time, my kid brother Thomas Lutz along with several of his pals, saw the infamous Gray Man, and then in nearly Curtisville, there was the Leaping Sparkle Lice Scare followed shortly by the bizarre accidental death and possible zombification of Lolly Mcclaren, spoiled brat and bully. Patches shook her head. “Well, not on Halloween, but close to it. This story really begins with me getting my driver’s license...” Laurie held up her hand. “Wait a minute. Aren’t you a bit young to get a driver’s license?” “Unless it’s a special hardship license where there’s a family hardship or you need transportation to and from school,” I interjected. “I got very sick with rheumatic fever when I was fifteen,” Patches explained, “so I lost a school year while recovering. I’m going to be seventeen in two weeks.” “ Ahhh...okay,” Laurie nodded slowly. Meanwhile, I ate a French fry and immediately regretted it, it tasted like dry cardboard. “So anyway, this all started when I got my driver’s license. Naturally, I was pretty nervous, but eventually I got confident enough to drive a stick without killing the engine. Now the main reason I got it was because I didn’t have to take the bus and deal with all the weeb freaks on board. The worst of these being a girl who called herself Kazuki, even though she didn’t look the least bit Japanese. This was one of her anime names she used the longest (about two and a half years) although she was known by many other Mary Sue names throughout our school, such as Fizz-chan, Scarlet Magnolia, Golden Wind Horse, along with a few others she borrowed from various anime and video games.” “Ugh,” Laurie grimaced. “She went to the same middle school I did. She started showing up at my house, completely unannounced. Usually, I would either hide in my room or behind the couch and pretend no one was home, but sometimes she would catch me outside, and I couldn’t think up a good enough excuse to say no, especially when she was giving me that sad puppy look. Then we would have Yu-Gi-Oh or Pokemon card matches. “It was the closest thing I ever came to being a weeaboo and I still cringe at the very thought of it, three years later.” I munched more of my hamburger reflectively. “I don’t remember her.” “Well, she got expelled from the eighth grade by the time you transferred there. Seems like the 'silly baka’ gave some girl pink eye by licking her eyeball.” Patches hissed in disgust while I stared at Laurie. “You’re kidding.” “I wish it was,” said Laurie sullenly. “That girl had obvious mental issues, and it finally took an attempt at germ warfare to get her finally kicked out.” “Yeah, too bad she didn’t stay expelled,” Patches muttered, taking a sip of her soup, “cause she was there in the ninth grade when I finally came to school. Worst and even weirder than ever, now specializing in voodoo curses, attack glomps in the hall and nasty practical jokes.” I put my hamburger down. “Wow, I wish I could of seen it for myself, but unfortunately...I got held back in the eighth grade around that time.” “You were lucky,” Laurie muttered, solemnly considering her spinach salad as if it was a crystal ball. “That crazie made our freshman years a living hell, and this Kazuki whatever the hell her actual name was...didn’t even look like a weirdie.” I raised my eyebrows as well as my hamburger. “Oh? What’d she look like?” “Well, she didn’t look your stereotypically, socially awkward kind of weeaboo who have this trouble with personal hygiene,” Laurie replied. “Even though she was always wearing anime T-shirts or sailor school uniforms, she was this geeky, frizzy-haired ginger kid, kinda scrawny because she was one of those people with those crazy, super-charged metabolisms who could eat a ton of junk food and not gain a pound. If you had seen her, you would have felt sorry for her...like we did way back in the fifth grade and that was one of the biggest mistakes we have ever made.” I looked at her curiously. “So what finally happened to this Kazuki?” Laurie shrugged. “Well, I heard she finally got the boot along with several others for pulling a really nasty Halloween prank on this one popular girl...only the prank backfired and they ended up scaring the girl’s kid sister and she went into a shock-induced coma.” “Geez, that poor kid,” I said sadly. “Yeah,” Laurie nodded solemnly. “Poor kid. She’s lucky she’s alive and up and running again after several weeks in intensive care, although she’ll probably have a persistent phobia for slimy green things.” I gazed at her, incredulous. “What? Someone dressed up as the Gill Man?” Before Laurie could reply, Patches spoke up. “No, it was something far worse.” We both looked at her in astonishment. “You saw what they did?” Laurie finally asked. Patches shook her head. “No, but I saw what that little girl might have seen.” Still staring at her, I put my hamburger down a third time. “And does this have anything to do with your trip to Ferrisville?” “Actually, I didn’t go into Ferrisville,” Patches replied. “I only saw it, and the two people that came back from it.” She took a big sip of her soup before brushing fastidiously at her mouth with a napkin. “Would you like me to tell you the whole thing from the beginning in the time we have left?” “Sure, okay,” said Laurie agreeably. I gave Elisha a reassuring nod. “We still have forty-five minutes to go.” So Elisha A. K. A. Patches or Patchwork Girl told us the story in that crowded corner of the Drama Room as we crowded in closer, straining our ears over the various background noises. I soon resented the person who decided to put on the soundtrack from The Lion King, the annoying little squeals and tunes of some Angry Birds app game, and I could have cursed the nosy Drama Geeks and random visitors whose inquires briefly interrupted our private gathering. Minutes ticked by and I was glad it was bright out. Though I was a rationalist and skeptic, my scientific zeal for research had vanished amidst deep fear and loathing, and I wonder if such ghastly things were even possible in our modern age. Elisha was first and foremost a master mechanic, she didn’t get her engineedesigns skills from some autism spectrum disorder, she got it from watching her dad and uncle work in their auto repair shop. Ever since the age of twelve, she had always shown a strong interest in cars, eventually buying and restoring her own classical Mustang. It took her longer than expected on account of her illness, but eventually, with a little help of her dad and uncle, the car was soon restored to a pristine, original state. Although the response at school and around town to Elisha’s project had been largely positive, it did raise the jealous ire of some shallow and small-minded people, the chief one being Kazuki A. K. A. Traci Algers A. K. A.Weeaboo Stalker and Established Class Oddball and Voodoo Jinx. So me and Laurie finally learned what her real name was. Elisha found out near the end of the eighth grade when she finally decided to accept a long delayed invitation and hang out with “Kazuki” over at her house. Once there, she noticed the Mother always calling her Traci. “The whole time,” Patches declared, “I believed her name was Kazuki. She even wrote it on all her school papers. How did she get away with it for so long, I haven’t the slightest idea, but that really peeved me off. Yet I didn’t up and leave. I didn’t want to appear rude to the rest of the family. Unlike Traci/Kazuki, they seemed normal, nice even, not trashy, druggy types at all. I felt really sorry for them. They seemed resigned to the fact that this one member of the family was always going to be a complete rabid nutter as well as an idiot. “But I should have just left without drinking that damn punch she offered me, because I got really sick shortly afterward. She either tainted the punch or I caught the bug from her room. It was horrible, that room--a rat’s paradise, filthy dishes and clothes piled everywhere, not to mention anime merchandise as well as creepy posters of naked anime characters plastered all over the walls and windows. “The smell of that room alone was enough to make even the most iron-clad gastric of people to suddenly gag. While I tried not to vomit, Traci would be watching some trashy anime, completely oblivious to the horrific, death-like stench and week-old, maggot-ridden food remnants. “I never went back to that place, although Traci kept trying to get me to hang out with her again, even during my sick days. Eventually, the harassment stopped after she got expelled for the pinkeye incident, and I eventually got some much-needed peace and quiet.” “Yeah, and that’s when she started harassing me again with her stupid battle/trade card and her yaoi collection...Oh Gawd!” She rolled her eyes ceiling-ward. “She was obsessed with that pervy-fetish stuff, used to show it off to the younger kids on the bus, and claimed she even drew them herself. I called her out on this bullcrap, which resulted in a karate head slap, as well as weebish utterance of ‘silly baka!’ and ‘Ooh! You’re just a jealous troll!’” “So what happened to her finally?” I abruptly asked, “and what does this all have to do with Ferrisville?” “I was just getting to that,” said Patches impatiently. “While Traci was the stereotypically weeaboo nuisance in the seventh and eighth, she became the worst type of cringey, mental moron in the ninth. I have no idea what it was exactly that made her snap, though there were plenty of rumors--her mom finding her yaoi binder and making her burn it, her room getting a full ‘intervention’ makeover, she having to go to a summer boot camp after scaring her two visiting cousins with curses and voodoo dolls. However, I believed there was a much more sinister explanation to her increasingly outrageous behavior...” “Crack?” a new voice blurted out, causing me to yelp. We all turned, gazing uncomprehendingly at the shaggy, disheveled hacky sacker who was helping himself to my burger and fries( which was fine by me because I pretty much lost my appetite at the description of Traci’s room). Patches shook her head dazedly. “Uhh...no. I was referring to cursed costumes.” “Oh, bad mojo,” the new guy sagely intoned, nodding. “Lots of that around especially in Curtisville. That’s ground zero for fire witch covens and other weird hoodoo shit.” “Yeah, well...as I was saying,” continued Patches with a slight blush. “Cursed costumes. Fast forward to three weeks after the disaster October slumber party, and two weeks before Halloween and I’m in the lavatory near the end of biology class, feeling rather sick to my stomach and hoping this wasn’t a return of the rheumatic fever. “Eventually, the queasy feeling passed and I stepped out of the stall and started washing my hands. As I was reaching for a paper towel, I caught a glimpse of the lavatory entrance. The door was wedged opened as always like all the school lavatory doors, I guess so they could easily catch the kids doing something illicit in there. “Well, from where I was standing, I could easily see the doorway, and what lie beyond it, only I didn’t see the familiar tiled hallway. I saw a completely different scene entirely--a nighttime scene over what looked like a cul-de-sac. The street was well paved and gas-lit, and lined with these old, half-timbered mansion and thatched cottages, like what you could see in Europe. At the end of the cul-de-sac was the biggest building of all--an enormous manor house with what looked like stables or a garage off to the side. Near the flagstone walk leading to the front stood a stone statue of a tall figure in a hooded monk’s robe. It held aloft in one hand a candelabrum of lanterns, all of which were lit with this flickering greenish-yellow light. It reminded me of the glow of a firefly and it was the only house that had that colored light.” “Wooooaahh, massive acid trip!” grinned the new guy I dubbed ‘Surfer Dude.’ “Absolutely not!” Patches snorted. “I never once tried drugs nor did I have a history of mental problems. While this reality-warping experience was going on, I thought someone was playing a joke on me. Naturally, I suspected Traci, of course. I had suffered pranks from her before, possibly in revenge for me actively avoiding and blatantly ignoring her, but then I realized she didn’t have the technical know-how to pull this stunt off so I assumed it was some maverick film-maker with a knack for practical jokes. “But then I felt an icy current of air that sent chill after chill down my arms and saw the trees and bushes moving like in a steady breeze. I even smelt an odor of wet earth and leaves and of various flowering shrubs. So this couldn’t have been a big special effect that happening on some massive movie screen outside. This had to be freaking real and I was probably trapped in the freaking lavatory with no freaking way out other than that eerie cul-de-sac, which was probably crawling with zombies and other annoying monsters. “Just as I was about to pull out my phone and text a message of help to one of my friends, I heard it--loud braying. Now when I say braying, I mean BRAYING. That was the best description I could come up with. It sounded like a cross between a donkey, a hyena and a squealing pig. Quite possibly the most frightening sound I’ve ever heard in my life and hoped to never to hear again. “I stared down the cul-de-sac, trying to search out the source of that horrible voice. And then the front door of the manor house burst open and a large, vaguely female-looking form tromped out followed shortly by a shorter, slightly more hairy individual who was carrying several grocery bags. “Shock soon turned to panic when I observed this thing and its companion/servant/whatever heading straight toward me so I quickly ducked into the nearest stall. “Shuffling footsteps soon sounded on the linoleum as the creatures entered the lavatory. Quickly I jumped up onto the toilet as my feet wouldn’t be spotted and then I bolted the stall door. As I peered through the crack, the larger of the two beasts lumbered past, a rancid stench wafted past, singeing my nostrils and back of my throat. Its stringy and greasy hair hung from its enormous head and about its flabby, sore-speckled, puss-besmirched arms. Its face was barely human, more like a combination of a baboon and a goat. At the same time, it was corpse-like, the skin was like moldy parchment and eaten away in places.” “Woah, that’s one gnarly monster dude!” the Surfer Dude exclaimed. “No shit!” agreed another hacky sacker. “Yeah, it was totally boss!” exclaimed a third young savage. “Hey, can I have some of that green stuff?” He pointed to Laurie’s half-finished spinach. “Yeah, go ahead,” Laurie sighed, sliding her paper over. “I just lost my appetite.” Patches downed a big gulp of her soup and refolded her legs. “The only things that looked remotely human on it was the ugly purple muumuu that highlighted every spare tire and revolting sagging boobs and huge white tube socks and Crocs that encased the fleshy elephantine ‘tugboats’ that were its feet. “The thing was pacing back and forth, braying each time it passed my hiding place, its numerous fat rolls rippling and swaying as it shook its meaty fists in the air. Though its braying outburst was largely incomprehensible, I was able to discern that the mostly one-sided conversation revolved around some town called Ferrisville. I assumed that was the name of the place these two freaks just exited. The troll/lepehambeast/whatever it was raving about the elfin mages and wizards that lived in this town and how it was really unfair about them hoarding all this powerful ‘manna’ and only doling out really small amounts of ‘piss ant magic’ that doesn’t seem to do much of anything other than wart curses and lice infections. Then the thing became as loud as ever, smashing its fists against the stalls and walls as it ranted and raved about this ‘Poshy Faire Haven Bitch’ for kicking her out of the sleepover and not having any ‘real understanding’ about her ‘vampire phase.’ “When I heard those last few sentences, I nearly lost my footing on the toilet. “There were rumors flying all around the school that day of the sickening horrors wrought by Traci Algers on Mirya Orioles’s party. I wouldn’t go into details of what she did exactly, except to say it was probably one of the grossest things I’ve ever heard in my life and no one ever trusted her again after that. “Traci still came to school although she kept a low profile, hiding in corners and never talking to anyone except to her few equally-delusional, special snow flaky friends. “So I’m wondering to myself, how could this hideous waddling abomination be Traci? She was a short, scrawny thing--4'11, a foot shorter than me. This zombie hellbeast was around 6'12 and was a hefty 350-400 pounds and could easily do me serious damage. “Meanwhile the monster was yelling at the top of its lungs as it detailed its plot of revenge against Mirya Orioles and the rest of her gang, and I quote, 'There’s a high price to pay for kicking my ass...I’m gonna make you pay, you rotten posh fart. You’re gonna pay! I’ll put the costume curse on all of you!” “At this point, the beast’s companion whom I only caught glimpses of walked into view. It looked like a rabid, realistic version of the Tails Fox in the Sonic games. Although frightening, it didn’t even come close to the hideousness of the hellbeast. The Fox said something quietly to it, something like ‘You’re wearing it,’ and the beast immediately ceased its tirade and lavatory assault and the two left my sight. I simply assumed they passed through the door back into the Ferrisville dimension, but I was wrong. “I heard the familiar bell ring for lunch break and everyone rushing out of the classes. I rushed out of the stall and saw that the hallway was back where it should be, and as I stepped out of the lavatory, I saw Traci Algers (now back to her usual weebish self) walking away with the blonde, bespectacled Ellie Vernes wearing her usual set of fox ears with the bedraggled piece of tail fur looped around her chubby waist. Although Ellie held the same grocery bags as that Fox, but there were no monstrous creatures to be seen anywhere. “I often wondered what were in those sacks--maybe that black magic stuffs they got from that Ferrisville place or more cursed costumes...like the ones Traci and Ellie were wearing back in the lavatory.” Laurie narrowed her eyes sharply. “Did you tell anyone else about this?” Patches shrugged. “Well, I certainly didn’t tell my friends about what I saw. I didn’t want them to think I was nuts or on something. I did tell the science teacher--Mr. Barry, omitting the magic and monster part. Just told him that I overheard Traci and Ellie making threats against to Mirya Orioles, one of them involving strangulation. And since Mr. Barry happened to be a very reasonable person, he took my story very seriously and passed it on to the principal. So not long after that I didn’t see any one of those weebs again...until about a month later... shortly after those storms that hit during the start of Thanksgiving Break...” Unfortunately at this point, the bell rang signaling the end of recess. As everyone started to get up and gather their things together, I asked Alisha when would be a good time to meet again so she could finish her story. Patches frowned and rubbed her chin. “Well, since I have Sustained Silent Reading next,” she said finally, “how about I text you?” “Okay,” I agreed. I slid my hand into the pocket of my jeans and turned it on. “Mind if I join in too?” Laurie added. “I want to hear the whole thing on what exactly happened to these weeb freaks.” “Sure,” Patches nodded. After we exchanged numbers, we went our separate ways. Ten minutes later. I was in Mr. Roff’s art class, sketching out boring glass bottles full of water and horse harnesses. Eventually, I felt my phone vibrate and glanced down at my lap. The test read: (TC (Care to chat?) I rapidly typed out: (K. Laurie there to?) New text appeared: (Present.) Elisha: (K. Good. Now that everyone’s here...) And so begins the second half of Patches’s story. She must be a speed typist because the text came flying out onto the screen like greased lightning. Elisha: (I’ve heard a lot of haunted town legends, but never one about a place called Ferrisville. So the moment I got home, I googled the name and the first thing that came up was this horror web site dealing with this ghost town. Most the stuff are stories of people who claimed to have stumbled across this town or about town artifacts that supposedly spread the Ferrisville Curse; however, there’s also this indie game that’s really frighteningly realistic that I swear that someone must have used actual video footage and photographs for the scenery. (The plot’s pretty decent too--a kind of cross between The Goonies, Super 8 and The Haunting. Well, I had to quit playing after about forty minutes, it was so totally scary, especially this one totally gross out scene. Elisha: (I was trying to find a way into this big manor house similar to the one I saw in that school lavatory. From what I could see through the lower windows, it seemed to a combination costume and puppet shop. There were even some fancy costumes, and one of them looked a whole like that rabid Tails ‘costume’ Ellie Vernes was wearing. (The other odd thing was the lantern-bearing statue that was in the front yard. When I first saw it in the dark, I thought it was just a monk, but now looking at it in the game’s broad daylight, it looked really like the Grim Reaper.) Patches went on to describe the stone figure swathed in a thin tattered veiling. The only parts that weren’t covered up by the shroud were its face and the hand grasping the lantern stand, and these had a thin, cankered skin drawn tightly over bone. Her vivid description reminded me greatly of what I saw during a family vacation to Dublin. Taking a peek at the famous vaults of St. Michan’s Church, it was like my worst nightmare come true--thin leathery corpses with nails still on their bony fingers and some with even internal organs visible through rips in the skin. Elisha: (Even though this was supposed to be a statue in a game, it still managed to scare the bejeebers out of me. Laurie: ( So that was the thing that caused you to quit playing? A Grim Reaper statue?) Elisha: (No, the thing that scared me soooooooooooo much happened shortly afterwards. Since I couldn’t get into the house through the front, I decided to try to find a way through the back. Going around the house, I soon found myself on this croquet lawn with massive shrubbery all about it and a winding path leading through the shrubbery to an arched doorway set in this stone wall. (Opening this door, I found a path that led me through even more shrubbery to a river. I assumed this was the same Mulligan River that supposedly ran through the real life town. (The atmosphere suddenly changed when I got close to the river. Everything seemed to grow a shade darker, yet the sun was still out. Then I noticed something floating around a far bed in the distance. At first, I thought it was a lichen-covered log, but when it bobbed in closer to the middle of the river, I saw it was a dead body, and a very decomposed one--like it been in the water for several weeks.) Laurie: (:-() OMG) Me: (:-(O) Holy Crap!) Elisha: (Yeah, and the most terrifying thing of all happened. The moment it came opposite to where I was standing, it suddenly changed its course and came floating toward me and bumped against the bank. Then it began climbing rapidly up toward me, and then, I stopped playing that damn game right then and there. But I had these really bad nightmares shortly afterwards where that same horrible thing was leaning over my bed in the dark, and dripping slime on my face. And after about a week of this crap, I finally had enough and slept on the living room couch and that seemed to have helped my problem. (I would have chalked up the whole Ferrisville event to purely hysteria and an overactive imagination, if I hadn’t heard the local news shortly thereafter--about several teens wanted for questioning in the near drowning of eight-year-old Angie Orioles. According to eyewitnesses, she was seen to race across the road to the river and leap in. She was eventually pulled out, but had fallen into a coma. Much earlier, a contractor working next door to the Orioles told the police, he saw the girl tearing round the back garden with several people in grotesque costumes following closely behind. One of them looked a lot like that undead hambeast I saw back in the lavatory.) Me: (So how did they know it really was Traci who planned all this?) Elisha: (Well, her older sister came across Traci’s diary, and read a couple of entries--almost all of which details in her obsession with Mirya and her desire for revenge via Ferrisville Voodoo. It also list her fellow conspirators. Well, by the time the family turned it over to the police, the worst had already happened.) Neither Laurie nor I said anything for a long while. Elisha: (You were all wondering what finally happened to Traci and her cohorts. Well, I’ll tell you and this is what I know from what other people have told me. (Not all the people listed in the diary participated in Traci’s prank. Some even warned her that she was going too far with her mean-spirited practical jokes and to call it quits before it was too late. A couple of them even backed out the plan at the last minute; not only was it so bloody stupid, they later told the authorities, but the costumes Traci gave them totally grossed them out--reeking of sour sweat, stale vomit, and dead rats. In fact, it smelled so bad that their parents as well as some of their neighbors had even complained, leading to the costumes to be confiscated and unceremoniously deposed of via dumpster. (The few that did participate wound up in juvy hall and were eventually transferred to other schools. Out of all these exiles, Ellie Vernes fared the worst. Her parents, fearing further corrupting American influences, along with her older sister. This came like a big shock to Ellie who was investing in her dream of becoming a famous graphic novelist. Now she could no longer do any artwork at all. It was just round-the-clock studying and still more studying, and being constantly harped on by both her parents and teachers for being ‘trop anglais.’ And not surprisingly, she finally tried suicide after about a year of being on her native soil.) Laurie: (:-( Wow, that’s really sad, and she seemed to be the nicest of all of Traci’s friends. Probably the brainiest of the bunch.) Me: (:-[Well, if she was so brainy, how come she was hanging out with that deranged dumbass?) Laurie: (Well, there’s book smarts and then there’s street smarts. Apparently, Ellie was sorely lacking in the later. Say, Patches...you still haven’t told us what happened to Traci.) Elisha: (That’s the weirdest part--and why, in my humblest opinion the whole thing about her death was hushed up--at least officially.) Laurie: (WTH What the hell!) Me: (Yeah, WTH indeed!) Elisha: (It all happened during Christmas Break, and those who saw Traci right before her demise said that she seemed fine, although a little more humbled and more conservatively dressed. Her family found her the next morning in her closet--suicide by self-strangulation was the official cause of death. But according to rumors, forensics had problems with identifying the body, and had to rely on fingerprints as well as dental and DNA analysis. The corpse in question was three times as old as Traci Algers, people said--and so hideously ugly to the point of vile and disgusting.
Brown, Jeannine F., 72, Ocean Park, died April 11, 2017. All County Cremation and Burial Services, 360-718-7948. Farr, Stephen J., 62, Vancouver, died April 11, 2017. All County Cremation and Burial Services, 360-718-7948. Hauzenberger, Myrna L., 87, Vancouver, died April 5, 2017. Evergreen Memorial Gardens Funeral Chapel, 360-892-6060. Hoff, Doris D., 95, Vancouver, died April 12, 2017. All County Cremation and Burial Services, 360-718-7948 Stewart, John L., 91, Vancouver, died April 6, 2017. Neptune Society, 503-491-1214.
Portland (Oregonian): Timothy Scott Braly Sept. 28, 1972 - March 23, 2017 Timothy Scott Braly passed away at the age of 44, March 23, 2017 while in San Diego on business. Tim was born Sept. 28, 1972 in Pittsburgh to his father, Charles Hoefling and his mother, Susan Hoefling. He grew up with two siblings, his sisters, Tracy (Hoefling) Pava and Elizabeth (Hoefling) Blythe. He graduated from Baldwin Whitehall High School before joining the Army to serve his country. Tim first became a part of the Bomb Squad in the Army before later transitioning in to Air Traffic Control where he found his love for aviation. During that time he turned his computer hobby into a full fledged career. He attended college, majoring first in Computer Science and programming. After college, Tim became a professor at Hawaii State University, teaching his students how to program. As his career continued to advance, he traveled all over the world as a highly respected Computer and Network Engineer. Tim lived and breathed his passion for network engineering. In fact, he loved it so much that if he attempted to reach you by phone and you did not answer; he would follow up with a text to you stating "Destination Host Unreachable". This was his friendly reminder to call him back. While working and living in Alaska, Tim satisfied his heart for adventure and continued his love for aviation by getting his pilots license. Generous and caring, Tim touched many lives. In fact, many have said that they truly believe that the world and their own lives will forever be changed for the better by having him in it. When Tim recently discovered the organization, Angel Flight, it tugged at his heart. His generous spirit compelled him to jump right in to volunteering his time and resources. The compassion that he was known for took over and he quickly completed 131 life saving missions for people living in remote places without the adequate access to the medical facilities that they needed. He gave of his time and covered the costs of his aircraft and its fuel to insure that his passengers had every opportunity to get the healthcare that they deserved. This was a great example of just the kind of person he was. Tim is survived by his mother, Susan Hoefling; sister, Elizabeth Blythe; and his two nieces that he loved so much, Imagen Blythe and Eden Blythe. He was also blessed with many friends around the world who brought him much joy and happiness, some of which he considered family. Tim, we will always love you, and we cherish each and every moment that you allowed us to be a part of your life. You taught us to live each moment to its fullest, and to always treat one another with love and respect. We will hold you in our hearts until we have the opportunity to meet again. A funeral is pending, but will be announced at a later date here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/181534339022951/ Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Robert H. Braun Oct.r 25, 1924 - April 9, 2017 Robert H. Braun, age 92, of San Mateo, Calif., died April 9, 2017 in New York City surrounded by family after enjoying a day of opera at the Met, a Manhattan at his favorite mid-town spot, the Algonquin, and a lovely dinner with his family. Bob, born Oct. 25, 1924 in San Francisco, served in World War II as an officer of the 145th SeaBee Battalion on Okinawa 1945-1946. He was a man who loved life, and even though he said "people are no damn good' he loved being with people. He made friends wherever he went in the world from checkers at Molly Stones, colleagues, and the homeless man near his office. His laugh and smile were infectious, as he would always say, "Smile, later today you may not feel like it!" He loved to travel (his last trip was to "the golden road to Samarkand"), he loved photography, astronomy, music, cooking, history, M&Ms and oysters. He was an avid reader and philosopher and owned and operated three drones and two telescopes. In 1958 he was a founding partner with Richard A. Charles in Charles & Braun, consulting engineers, a life member of ASHRAE, and a founder of APEC, early adopters of computers in HVAC engineering. Bob served his city serving two terms on the school board of the San Mateo Elementary School District. He was predeceased by his wife of 52 years, Gene; and leaves his sister, Dorothy J. Porter and her husband, Jerome; his three children, Richard of Portland and his wife, Becky, Elaine Keller of Littleton, Mass. and her husband, Clayton, Carolyn of Portland, Me.; two grandchildren, Daniel and Rebecca Keller; and many nieces; nephews; grandnieces; and grandnephews. A funeral will be held at 11 a.m., Sunday, April 16, 2017 at Peninsula Sinai Congregation, 499 Boothbay Avenue, Foster City, Calif., with interment following at Skylawn Memorial Park, San Mateo, Calif. Donations in his name may be made to TheatreWorks Silicon Valley and/or the ACLU, of which he was a card carrying member. Arrangements by Sinai Memorial Chapel, Redwood City, CA. 650-369-3636. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits David Hampton Clark Aug. 27, 1920 - April 9, 2017 David, age 96, passed away April 9, 2017, at home surrounded by loved ones. Services will be held at 11 a.m., April 29, 2017, at St. Henry Catholic Church, Gresham, Fr. Rick Sirianni presiding. Lunch to follow service. Gresham Memorial Chapel is handling arrangements. For full obituary see: greshamfuneral.com/obituaries/ Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Laurel Kay Curry Sep. 13, 1954 - March 30, 2017 Laurel Kay (Gibson) Curry passed away peacefully the evening of March 30, 2017. She is survived by her daughter, Jessica; mother, Mary; and brother, Joe (Wendy). Please join us for Laurie's Celebration of Life, Saturday, April 29, 2017 at 10705 Navajo Way in Oregon City. Potluck from 1-5 p.m., with informal Service at 2:30 p.m. For more information, please visit Laurie's tribute page at www.hillsidechapelfh.com Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Michael Garland Elliott July 21, 1941 - April 6, 2017 Michael Garland Elliott passed away peacefully, April 6, 2017, surrounded by people who loved him dearly and cared for him selflessly during the last months of his life. He was born in Charlottesville, Va., in either 1940 or 1941 (he honestly didn't know!), and attended Lane High School, where he shined on the basketball court. After college at University of Virginia, he moved to Long Beach, Calif., where, among other things, he joined a semi-pro basketball team that toured the country playing exhibition games, dressed as women. At such times Mike was called Skaggy Maggie and continued round-ball domination, albeit with a different uniform. Mike was a Porsche enthusiast, owning a dozen of them over the years, but nothing touched his heart like "the ancient game," golf. He was a founding member of The Reserve and spent countless weekends doing what he loved most with like-minded friends. He was very passionate about the game. One time (that we know of) he was angered by an errant shot and threw his club into a tree. Eventually every club in his bag was in that tree. Mike's health had declined over the past decade, and when he was no longer able to golf he accepted it with grace and humor, and threw things at the TV instead. Mike was also the sharpest dresser in town, single-handedly keeping Nike's apparel wing in the black. Though Mike had no family remaining, he stayed close to the people he'd worked with in the plastics industry, especially Danny Velansky and Sean O'Brian, who was by his side at the end. Also present were Larry Smith, Judy Wiley, lovely neighbors Russ, Sandy and Garrett, and his devoted caregivers Alisha Alex, Sara Young and Leslie Kampmann, angels in human form. No patient ever, ever had more loving care. Mike ran out of family long ago and is survived by his ex-wife and best friend, Teresa Elliott. Though their marriage ran aground, their friendship only grew stronger and hers was the last voice Mike heard. And the last thing she said to him was "Donald Trump has been impeached." Upon hearing that he took his final, gentle breath, his earthly work concluded. Mike will be forever missed but never forgotten. A proper memorial is planned for August. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Fetter, Robert S. 49 Sept. 09, 1964 May 10, 2014 Love you and you live with us everyday. In Loving Memory George Edwin Field Nov. 8, 1943 - May 11, 2016 It's been a year since you passed. Cancer took away a man we held so dear to our hearts. It happened so quickly and we are still so devastated. We are grateful knowing that we are connected to you forever in spirit and will one day be reunited with you. Your daughters love you dearly. We "wouldn't have traded you for the world" either dad. Love your girls, Jenny and Sara Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Laurie Ann (McLeod) Friday Oct. 26, 1952 - April 7, 2017 Laurie 64, passed away peacefully April 7, 2017, after a courageous battle with Cancer. Born to Ron and Norma McLeod. She attended Holy Cross Grade School and MaryCrest High School. She also graduated from Northwestern College of Business. In June 1975, she married the love of her life, Mike Friday. Together they had one daughter, Amy Leigh. Laurie is survived by her husband of 41 years, Mike; daughter, Amy Friday Wright (Cameron) of Oregon City; grandson, Noah; mother, Norma McLeod of Milwaukie; sister, Sue Miller (Ken) of Bend; and brother, Scott McLeod of Milwaukie. She was preceded in death by her father, Ron McLeod (1984); and her brother, Mike McLeod (2005). She will be greatly missed by numerous nieces and nephews and other relatives and friends. A memorial will be held at 1 p.m., Saturday, April 22, 2017 at Wilhelms Portland Memorial, in Sellwood, 6705 S.E. 14th; where she was also employed for the past 12 years. A reception will follow. In lieu of flowers, remembrances/donations would be greatly appreciated to help with Medical and Memorial bills to any branch of: Wells Fargo Bank FBO Laurie A. Friday Benefit Memorial Fund: a/c # 5546370569 Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Doris J. (Lashley) Hobbs Jourdan Aug. 22, 1927 - March 25, 2017 Doris June (Lashley) "Liz" Jourdan died Saturday, March 25, 2017 after a brief illness. She was surrounded by her close family members. Liz was born and raised in Evansville, Ind. She moved to Oregon in 1995, where she lived until her recent death. A small memorial service will be held this August in Evansville. For her full obituary, please see: www.anewtradition.com . Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Margaret Kappes-Warren June 29, 1922 - Sept. 20, 2016 Margaret Kappes-Warren, born June 29, 1922 in Great Falls, Mont., of Frank Ignatius and Elizabeth (Vosen) Kappes. She was reared and educated in Montana, where she taught school and also worked for the U.S. Air Force. In 1946, she moved to Portland, and was employed at Portland General Electric Co., for several years. She subsequently joined the U.S. Forest Service in Montana, was transferred to their Research Station in Utah, and retired in 1982. In 1999, she married a dear friend, Frank M. Warren, retired Chairman of PGE. He passed away in 2009. Margaret is survived by her sister, Mary Ann Fitzpatrick; many special nieces and nephews; and three stepchildren, Frank M. Warren Jr., Betsy Feichtmier, and Ginger Brubaker. A special tribute goes to Margaret's two Oregon nieces, who were always most helpful and caring, Deborah Pittman and Jennifer Delaurent, and to Frank Warren Jr. for all his help during his father's illness – the kind of son every father should have… Burial is to be in Great Falls, Mont. at 10:30 a.m., Saturday, April 22, 2017, at the Mount Olivet Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Providence St. Vincent Hospital, or to St. Cyril's Parish in Wilsonville, OR. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Ronald Kibert Oct. 15, 1949 - Apr. 7, 2017 Beloved local chiro- practor, Ronald Kibert died Friday, April 7, 2017. For full obituary go to AutumnCares.com . You can sign the condolences guest book there as well. A memorial service will be at 11:30 a.m., Saturday, April 15, 2017 at Opal 28, 510 N.E. 28th Ave., Portland OR 97232. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Alma Linnea Mantei May 8, 1924 - April 10, 2017 A visitation will be held at 12 p.m., April 21, 2017 with a funeral at 2 p.m. Arrangements by Lincoln Memorial Funeral Home, 11801 S.E. Mt. Scott Blvd, Portland. Please leave online condolences at: lincolnmemorialpk.com Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Vada Miller Markt May 4, 1916 - April 8, 2017 A memorial service for Vada M. Markt will be held at 1 p.m., Saturday, April 15, 2017, at Tanner Spring A.L.F, 23000 Horizon Dr. West Linn.. A complete obituary is available at www.omegaservices.com Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Wallace H. Matsumura Dec. 9, 1930 - Mar. 10, 2017 Wallace H. Matsumura, age 86, passed away peacefully at home on March 10, 2017, in Portland. Wally was the youngest of three children born to Kazuma and Toyo Matsumura in Waimea, Kauai. He graduated from the University of Hawaii in 1952, and completed post-baccalaureate work at Oregon State University and Oregon Health & Science University. He retired as a teaching supervisor in 1986 after a 30-year career in OHSU's Immunology department, clinical pathology lab. Wally is survived by his wife, Diana; son, Robert; daughter, Jennifer; grandson, Owen; sister, Edith; aunt, Sally; uncle, Joe; and many nieces, nephews, and cousins. Remembrances may be made to Waimea High School (Kauai, HI) or the Bonnie L. Hays Animal Shelter (Hillsboro, OR). Private memorial services will be held in Portland and Hawaii. Full obituary at www.neptunesociety.com/obituaries . Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Barbara Lee (Park) Meyer July 28, 1929 - March 27, 2017 Barbara Lee Park Meyer died early Monday, March 27, 2017, in Newberg, one week after suffering a stroke. Throughout the week, family members gathered around her in the hospital, sharing stories, songs, and words of love and comfort. Barbara faced several health challenges in the final seven years of her life. Her grace and inner strength in dealing with these challenges were remarkable. Family, community service, science, and music were themes of Barbara's life. Barbara was born and grew up in the Los Angeles area. She attended the University of California at Berkeley as an undergraduate. There she met Alan Meyer, and they married in 1950. Barbara received a research fellowship at Purdue University and completed her masters degree in chemistry there in 1954. Her academic honors included Phi Beta Kappa and Sigma Xi (the Scientific Research Honor Society). She and Alan settled in Southwest Portland and raised four children, eventually moving to Tualatin and then to Newberg. While the children were young, Barbara devoted her attention to home life and community service, including serving as a member of the YWCA Board and the YWCA Executive Committee, helping to organize the Childbirth Education Association of Portland as Shattuck District Director and to set up classes in Preparation for Childbirth for the United Good Neighbor drive in 1966. She also served on the PTA and sang in the choir of the First Unitarian Church in Portland. She was a research assistant for Alan on sabbatical in Costa Rica and later taught chemistry and microbiology to nursing students at Portland Community College. After retiring, she worked with Alan in his microbiology lab at OHSU. Costa Rica, Romania, England, Czechoslovakia, Australia, and China were countries where Barbara and Alan did microbiological research. Barbara's activities in retirement included studying piano, favoring works by Chopin; volunteering in drama productions with international students at George Fox University; participating in community choir performances; assisting at Cat Adoption Team; and singing in Astor House chapel meetings. Barbara's legacy includes an Oregon Community Foundation scholarship to assist community-college students entering university. Barbara was preceded in death by her parents, Wayne and Bessie Park; and her brother-in-law, Steve Osborn. She is survived by her beloved husband of 67 years, Alan; her four children, Martha (Trandafir), David (Jane), Paul (Kim), and Matthew (Melissa); her five grandchildren, Daniela, Brittany, Ben, Marguerite, and Madeleine; her brother, Jerry (Sharon); sister, Sylvia Osborn; sister-in-law, Margaret Morley; and six nieces and nephews. A time of remembering and celebrating Barbara's life will be held at 11 a.m., Saturday, April 22, at West Hills Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, 8470 S.W. Oleson Rd., Portland, OR 97223, followed by refreshments from Noon to 1 p.m. People who would like to share in front of the group are invited to prepare a brief story from their time with Barbara. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation in Barbara's memory to Oregon Public Broadcasting, the Community Transitional School, Amnesty International, Doctors Without Borders, Planned Parenthood, Habitat for Humanity, or another charity. For further information, please contact David Meyer 503 246 1239 [email protected] Service information is at meyercelebrationoflife.weebly.com and attrells.com . Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Esther Marie Nichols Jan. 1, 1935 - April 10, 2017 Esther Marie Nichols, beloved mother of Robert, Mary and Kathleen; grandmother of Thomas, Rachel, Michelle and Annamaria; and great-grandmother of Lily; community servant and faithful member of Beaverton First Methodist Church, passed away Monday, April 10, 2017. Funeral will be at 3 p.m., Saturday, April 15, 2017, at the Church. In lieu of flowers please make donations to the Church. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Jessie June O'Conner Nov. 8, 1924 - March 13, 2017 Jessie June O'Conner was born Nov. 8, 1924 in Beatrice, Neb. to Walter W. and Sarah M. Harvey. In 1927 the family came to Oregon and settled in St. Johns. Jessie attended James John grade school and Roosevelt High, graduating in 1943. During WWII she joined the work force in the ship yards. In 1945 she married Eugene T. O'Conner. Jessie was preceded in death by her husband; her parents; and brothers, Walter A. and Robert R. Harvey. She is survived by her sister, Mary Ann Hollamon; her children, Colleen Hole (Jesse), Mary Ann Higgenson (Duane), Michael, John (Will), Bobby Woolington (Belinda); 10 grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren; and many nieces and nephews. Jessie had a keen sense of humor and a great gift for fun. She was a wonderful seamstress, a whiz at fixing small appliances and her sister always said that Jessie never met a stranger. Special thanks to granddaughter, Miki Ann for her loving care and watchfulness over her grandmother in her last days. Jessie was loved by many people, and the beautiful, funny, clever and intelligent woman that she was will always be remembered and dearly missed. Jessie June, you were such a character. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Faith Claire Oakley-Hendricks March 3,1949 - April 10, 2017 Faith Claire Oakley-Hendricks of Scappoose passed away at 5:50 am of natural causes. Faith was a master gardener and loved the outdoors, she also enjoyed doing make up for the Portland Opera. Faith raised four children, Curt Evey of Apollo Beach, Fla., Troy Evey of Kent, Wash., Ariell Ladbury of Scappoose, Ore., and Richard Hendricks III of Cornelius. She has six grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. She is survived by her siblings, Annie Oakley of King City, Sarah Wright of Chugwater, Wyo., and Lee Oakley of Brigham City, Utah. Celebration of life will be between 1-4 p.m., April 15, 2017, at The Highlands- Club house 12930 S.W. Peachvale, King City, OR. 97224. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Colleen Kay Collson Percich Sept. 17, 1953 - April 5, 2017 Colleen Kay Percich passed away April 5, 2017 after a long battle with cancer. Colleen was born in Newport, Ore., and spent most of her life in Beaverton. Colleen leaves behind husband, John; son, John Q. (Carlyn); and granddaughters, Kailey and Olivia. A celebration of life will be held from 1-4 p.m., April 23, 2017 at Portland Brewing Company, 2730 N.W. 31 Ave. For more info go to: http://www.anewtradition.com/obituaries/obituary/14557_Colleen_K_Percich Donations may be made to Downtown Womens Center, 511 S.W. 10 Ave, Suite 905, Portland, OR 97205. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits James H. Ross May 31, 1930 - April 2, 2017 James H. Ross passed away April 2, 2017 at Saint Vincent's Hospital in Portland. He was born May 31, 1930 to James and Vera Ross in Niles, Ohio and was the oldest of four children. As a young man he played trumpet in a band, skated for the Ice Capades, and played semi pro football for the Pittsburgh Steelers. He served in the Naval Reserve for seven years and in 1948 he met the love of his life, Joyce Torkelson. They were married in 1949 in Sacramento, Calif., and together raised four children, Richard Ross, Dennis Ross, Bruce Ross and CynDee Ross-Brockett. Jim has eight grandchildren, Kirsten Ross-Craeton, Sarah Jamieson, Meghan Pattle, Danielle Ross, Ian James Ross, Stephanie Brockett, Ashley Wright and Samone Franzese; and eight great-grandchildren. Jim was a devoted husband and father and worked hard throughout his life. As a young man he started his career in the warehouse for Sherwin Williams. Jim had a tireless work ethic and a keen sense for detail allowing him to work his way up in the industry. He retired as Vice President of sales for Fuller O'Brien in 1990. Jim's passions were his beloved wife, Joyce and his family. As a young father he spent weekends playing sports with his children and neighborhood kids and coached his sons' football teams. He loved the game of golf and was tireless in working to perfect his swing. He shared his love of the game with his family and friends and was often organizing small tournaments and games. Jim was an avid ballroom dancer and together he and Joyce taught dancing for 35 years. He enjoyed cooking and never missed an opportunity to share a meal and a glass of wine with friends and family. Jim knew no strangers, he could walk into a room of people and charm anyone into a conversation. He loved traveling with his beautiful wife of 68 years and together they saw much of the world. Jim is survived by his wife, Joyce; his sons, Richard and Dennis Ross; his Daughter, CynDee Ross-Brockett; sisters, Violet Gaines and Francis Ross; eight grandchildren; and his eight great-grandchildren. He will be dearly missed by all who knew and loved him. A memorial service to celebrate his life will be held at 1:30 p.m., April 23, 2017, at the Riverview Chapel, 0300 S.W. Taylors Ferry Rd., Portland, Oregon. In Lieu of flowers please make donations to
. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Dorothy 'Dot' Scales July 7, 1912 - April 9, 2017 Dorothy "Dot" Edlefsen Scales passed away April 9, 2017 at age 104. She was born July 7, 1912 in Portland, the second of John and Maud Edlefsen's six children. She attended Irvington Grade School, Grant High School and the University of Oregon where she was a member of Pi Beta Phi sorority. Dot was a lifelong music lover. She played the violin in the Irvington Grade School orchestra and the Portland Junior Symphony when it was founded in 1924. Her childhood summers were spent at the family cabin near Rhododendron, and filled with horseback riding in the Mount Hood National Forest. A highlight was climbing Mount Hood with her sister Ruth. It was during these years that she met her future husband, Ken Scales, who resided in Sandy. Dot and Ken were married Sept. 19, 1934, and in the early years of their marriage she worked as a secretary for the president of the Portland Woolen Mills and later at U.S. Customs to help put her husband through medical school. They were married for 68 years, were members of Waverley Country Club and the Multnomah Athletic Club, and enjoyed winter visits to Palm Desert, Calif. and travel abroad. Dot's Catholic faith was very important in her life. She was a longtime door-to-door volunteer for several charities. Being an excellent cook, she enjoyed giving her granddaughters cooking lessons. Dot also loved animals and had many family pets during her lifetime. Her kindness, warmth, delightful laugh and beautiful smile will be missed by all who knew her. Survivors include three children, Sally Sandberg (Bob), Ken Scales Jr. (Donna), Michael Scales (Lois); four grandchildren, Kasie Pranghofer (Kelly), Scott Scales, Sally-Shannon Birkel (TJ), Jennifer Scales; four great-grandchildren, Kyla, Kayden and Keagan Pranghofer, Michael Birkel; brother, Tom Edlefsen; and many nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by her husband, Dr. Ken Scales; sisters, Ruth Norwood and Eleanor Herron; and brothers, Jack Edlefsen and Bill Edlefsen. Contributions in Dot's memory may be made to the Oregon Food Bank, 7900 N.E. 33rd Drive, Portland, OR 97211. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Rosemary Shelia Sullivan Aug. 3, 1929 - April 1, 2017 Sheila passed away at Ray Hickey Hospice House at the age of 87. Born in Fresno, Calif., Sheila spent much of her childhood in Oregon and Washington. As a young adult, she traveled to Germany and Austria and fell in love with those countries. She met her former husband, Jerry Sullivan in Germany. The couple returned to the USA, raising their family in Midwest and Western states. Sheila settled in Vancouver and later traveled to Austria to study ancient textiles. She is survived by her daughters, Rosie Brinsek, Moira Sullivan and Teresa Sullivan; her son, John Heizelman; and grandsons, Davin Sullivan, Raymond Sullivan-Blum and Tim Brinsek. A cryptside service will be held at 10 a.m., Wednesday, April 19, 2017 at Riverview Abbey Mausolem, Portland. A Memorial Mass will be at 11 a.m., Sunday, April 30, 2017 at Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church, Vancouver. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Quy Van Le Jan. 12, 1950 - April 5, 2017 Quy Van Le passed away peacefully at home surrounded by his family April 5, 2017. He is survived by his wife of 35 years, Lancy Le; and his two daughters, Nancy Le and Lillian Le. Funeral viewing is from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m., April 14, 2017, at the Ross Hollywood Chapel. Funeral is from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m., April 15, 2017, followed by 3 p.m. burial at the Lincoln Memorial Park. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits Donald L. Wirfs Feb. 11, 1947 - March 9, 2017 Donald "the duck" Wirfs, world traveler, successful businessman, humanitarian, eccentric visi- onary, father and avid Oregon Duck fan, died of natural causes March 9, 2017, in the arms of his soul mate Sharron Troutman. Don was the son of Gene and Helen Wirfs, born, Feb. 11, 1947. He graduated from Hudson's Bay High School in 1965 and from the University of Oregon in 1969. He was a lifetime Oregon football fan, and many will remember Don driving his green and yellow "duckmobile" with the quacking horn to Oregon football games. Don was creative with an active sense of humor. Following college he went to work with his father at Bemis Paper Box but soon decided to become his own boss. He began a specialty advertising business creating and selling items with company logos, frequently with a humorous message. In 1977, while still operating his business, he started an antique and flea market at the Memorial Coliseum. It started as a one day show until May 17-18, 1980, when he attempted to expand it to a two day show. Unfortunately that was the weekend Mt. St. Helens erupted which ended the show dramatically and prematurely. Undaunted, he decided to expand his shows to three days, putting them under one roof and later into the parking lot at the Portland Expo Center. To his surprise 7,000 people showed up at his first Expo show, which had a variety of exhibits including such unusual items as a truckload of tires and a fortune teller. By the time of his second Expo show he limited exhibitors to "antiques and collectibles" and was offended if his shows were called "flea markets". Don's shows expanded to three shows a year over three day periods at the Expo Center and then shows in Sacramento, San Francisco, Seattle, Reno and Tacoma, building the largest successful series of antique shows in the country. In 1983, with requests from non-vintage dealers, he began America's Largest Christmas Bazaar which finished its 35th annual show on Dec. 4, 2016. In 1985, in part to service his own shows, he also developed DWA Decorating, one of the largest trade show and decorating companies in the northwest operating out of an owned warehouse on Yeon Street in Portland. It still thrives today. Always a showman, Don labeled his shows "America's Largest Antique and Collectible Shows'. Don strived to make sure his shows offered a variety of antiques and collectibles. In addition to jewelry, china, porcelain and paintings, one could find items ranging from toys, coins and books to antique tools. The shows became important in the world of antiques and collecting, attracting customers from around the world and every state. Don himself was a "collector" of numerous items. His collections included one of the world's largest selection of "Big Little" books. Several years ago he sold part of his collection to the owner of an NBA team for a six figure sum. In 1977, Don hired Chris Palmer, one of his show exhibitors to work in the ad specialty business and then the shows. They made a good partnership, and she was instrumental in Don's success. He sold the show businesses to Chris several years ago and they continue to operate today. The Christmas Bazaar donated more than 370,000 pounds of food. The antique shows, through its Evaluation and Identification booths donated $120,000 in cash over the past 20 years. Don was an active volunteer and supporter of the American Red Cross. He personally donated over 800 hours of volunteer time to the Red Cross and served on the Board of Directors of the Vancouver, Washington chapter. Don was a world traveler and visited 91 countries. He spoke passable language in most of those countries and invariably visited and contributed to their local Red Cross chapter. Don was a proud father of his children, Taylor and Kennedy. Taylor graduated from Oregon Episcopal School and Santa Clara University, and lives in the Bay area. Kennedy is a high school student at Parkrose high school. He also leaves his sister, Lynette Anderson of Pennsylvania. Don had an outgoing personality and will be missed by a number of close friends. A remembrance and celebration of Don's life will be held from 5:30 to 7:30 p.m., April 19, 2017, at Buffalo Gap, located at 6835 S.W. Macadam Avenue, Portland, Oregon 97219. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits
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Have you witnessed any of these different types of people at school? This is all 100% a joke..yes I know not everyone is like this...haha what type of studen... Ahh my back to school supplies haul for 2017 is finally here! Hope you guys love this back to school video! Which school supplies were your favorite? Also wa... Ahh!! Back to school videos are back!! Who else is obsessed with school supplies and back to school hauls? Hope you enjoy!! What other #schoolisha videos do ... Back to School Awkward Situations anyone?? So excited for you to see these awkward situations in school! They're pretty awkward haha When do you go back to s... Has anyone ever experienced any of these awkward situations at school? Because I sure have! Hope you liked this back to school #schoolisha video! Let me know... Back to school struggles anyone?! Dress code can be such a struggle!! Everyone has completely different dress codes so everyone may not relate to this but tr... Hi! My name is Alisha Marie and I make videos here on YouTube! Anything from Pranks, DIYs, Room Decor videos, Lifestyle, Fashion, Beauty, and much more!! Sub... Since back to school is starting I wanted to do a video showing the first day of school vs the last day of school! Who else can relate to this back to school...