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no its not a book. yes you can read it. keep yourself safe if you're neurodivergent enough or professionally inclined

I'll be going away for work and I'm travelling light, which one do you recommend?

I also wanna read comics on it (Alan Ford, Dylan Dog, Mister No).

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It felt like it was going to break into pieces any second.

Mike could feel his ears close from the pressure, his face scrunch up inside his helmet, and the bodies crash into one another in the tumultuous Earthquake in their little compartment.

Of the six people inside, not one spoke. Their thoughts even in what might be their last moments a secret to be taken to the grave.

He couldn't help but admire their stoic nature. The best of the best. Unblinking even in the face of death. It was true what they said," The 13th never noticed deaths approach, always prepared. For every other man there might be a moment of realization, but only death knew when it had taken one of the 13th. For so focused were they on completing the mission."

A final crash lurched everybody's bodies up, with only the straps keeping them in place. The fast acting semi-liquid foam padding out the kinetic energy across their body, protecting them from blunt trauma.

The landing lasted for 2 seconds. The doors of the drop pod blasting outwards as soon as it stopped. Mike jumped out, firing at the dog like thing in front of it, which didn't even have the time to fully comprehend what had happened. A giant hole where its face was supposed to be a moment ago, more holes where the rest of its green skinned body was supposed to be the next.

Mike has blown his way through 6 targets as per his internal counter before the animals started screaming. All around him gunshots sounded as the circle of death spread outwards, bringing forth explosions, flames, and lasers.

It was going to be a good few weeks and an even better payday.

Tlk'vach looked down from his perch on the tree. His tail hidden between his legs, his ears drooped down towards his head, his eyes wide. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes but he was too scared to even make the noise needed to sob.

Down below a giant of metal with a meaty skies people inside walked forth. With a weapon as large as Tlk'vach himself. Around the giant of metal another 6 of the little brown things walked with the smaller weapon in their hands.

His bow and arrow that had given him strength throughout his youth now felt cold and weak in his hands.

The duty of warning the tribe was his, but he couldn't move. In the past three days he had seen so much death that could only be matched by the most violent of their people's stories.

Demons had come to their land. Their Gods had judged them unworthy.

As Tlk'vach was lost in hopelessness flames erupted beneath him. The tree was blowing into splinters and the-

1086. The kill counter on Vlads helmet went up. Another one of those green skinned bastards fell down onto the ground, most of its body turned to little bits and pieces.

"Basketball players are present in this area. Over."

"Roger. Burn down the forest? Over."

"No. Rats are harder to kill when you give them time to hide. Over."

A burst of laughter sounded across the radio channel from multiple voices and died down as fast as it had come. The group marched on towards the giant tree in the distance.

The tree didn't crash.

That was Sanat's favorite part.

It was like watching man completely overpower nature's laws to the point that it felt like man was making his own rules about how things happened.

The tree tilted to the side, and it fell towards the ground, but by the time it would have crashed into the ground only ashes landed. The screams dying out half spoken. With only silence left behind.

He loved working with Neitzer-Palmer explosives.

Yet, this time he didn't feel the joy he wanted to feel. He could feel an idea in his gut, that when the tree fell, this world was screaming, and that it was not good for him.

He tried to shake it off. Wondering if his nerves were finally beginning to act up after all these years, and perhaps it was not time to quit. Looking at the missiles fall from the sky towards where the tree was to dig a crater, Sanat felt a heaviness in his heard digging deeper and deeper as the crater grew, the screams of the darned growing louder in his mind.

"They have some psionic connection to the world."

" Psionics. Like moving things with their minds and all the other magicians tricks?"

"No sir. Like digging into the minds of our troops until they turn into goop."

"Horseshit."

"We have the reports sir. Over the course of the second week more and more troops on the ground are reporting a sense of foreboding. Followed by immense paranoia, slowing of cognitive function, and then shutdown. Autopsies show what the medical personnel can only describe as a goopy sludge in their skulls. All over the course of 26 hours."

"Well that don't mean magic is real. There is only one who can do such miracles and that's God, and he's on our side."

"Yes sir. However, yesterday we were able to finish mapping out the root network on this planet, its far larger than we initially thought, and appears to have the capacity for higher level awareness, at least in theory. We have eradicated 20% of the megastructure, and the more of it is damaged, the worse the psychological effects on the troops appear to get."

"Still sounds like bullshit that requires additional funding from the budget."

"No sir. That won't be a problem. Now that we have a source of high risk on this planet. We only ask that we be allowed to pull in our troops back early, without the contractual obligations of doing so kicking in. In exchange we agree to pay our own insurance and bomb the site from orbit to get rid of the parasitic organism on this planet."

"It's always about the money with you lot. Never fought for anything you believe in have ya."

"..."

"Alright then. I free you of your initial obligations as per the contract and the powers vested in me. In exchange you are responsible for the damages suffered by your own troops while carrying out our operations. Now tell me where to sign and be quick about it. I have my nieces birthday party to attend to."

"Right here sir."

"Alright then. One last thing."

"..."

"No more horseshit about magic powers and shit like that. Whatever is down there is a sin against God. Make your money all you want but I want every living thing larger than a mouse eradicated. You got that?"

"Yes sir."

To be continued ( lies I got tired, all the Ma'vi green tall aliens died. The Earth military forces took over all the inobtanium resources on the planet after killing everything on it within 2 weeks and 4 days )

I have heard stories,

Of those that go insane,

They speak of this void,

A bottomless place.

They speak of the dark,

That stares back,

Sends chills down the spine,

and follows you home.

It stays with you,

A memory that is a scar,

No one else can see it,

except feeling something is wrong.

You see these people,

and you steer clear,

There is something in their eyes,

that shouldn't be.

I hadn't met any of their kind,

I used to think it was just a children's tale,

but I am not so sure,

when I remember Ole Nickel Dave.

Never hated him,

He was a good man,

His heart was in the right place,

and he always helped the camp.

If you met him,

You would either forget,

Or remember him,

As a pleasant, funny memory.

I knew him a while longer than that,

I knew him well enough,

that even though I knew nothing about him,

I could sit and drink with a pal.

Good old Nickel Dave,

Staring off into the woods,

A glass of juice in hand,

With a content look.

Sometimes though,

There was something else in there,

Just a glimpse,

But enough to scare.

I never asked him about it,

Until near the end,

When the winters were getting colder,

and so were his old weary bones.

"What's that."

"What's what."

"That look in your eyes.-

-It doesn't belong to any man I've ever seen."

The way he faced me that day,

Is still something I like not to think about,

But as I said, he was a good man at heart,

and feeling my fear, his warmth returned to placate it.

First he didn't answer.

I didn't push.

But the sky grew darker,

and finally he spoke.

"It's a place in me.

Where I have felt and seen things,

where for all others the world gives something new,

From me it has taken away.

Places where I know there were supposed to be parts of me,

Pieces that I can only recognize by their absence and half forgotten memories,

I try not to think about it,

It's not who I am,

Nor who I will ever be,

And I am just glad,

I managed to outlive it's call."

"You are depressed?" I asked.

He laughed. A real hearty laugh.

"No. it's worse. I am me,

and there are places where there is nothing for others to grab onto in that."

The unknown scares us,

even in our fellow man."

I want to say I thought about his words,

but the truth is, I was too young to understand them,

Maybe I still am.

"You don't seem mad to me Dave.

You feel like just another regular man.

You live like just another regular man.

What's bothering you friend."

"Nothing is.

Think of it like a cough.

It comes and goes.

A passing fancy."

"But the way you look,

It's unnatural,

like a monster

Pretending to be a man."

Another laugh. Less heartier.

"I ain't no monster.

I will just say this.

Some people fall over the edge,

I live safely away,

But can still see it in the distance."

And with that and a harrumph,

He got up to put out the fire.

We never spoke of it again.

I couldn't think of a reason to ask,

and he didn't bother to have a reason to tell.

I moved two winters later,

But I heard he lived many winters more,

I heard he died with a smile on his face,

Cozy and warm in his bed,

Still a good man as per the neighbors word.

I liked the man,

Another old friend from the distant past,

Yet I cannot help but think about him more often,

As I grow older.

For when I look at the young ones,

The new generation,

Walking down the streets,

More and more often now,

I see that terrible visage.

That flitting look of that dark place,

That only they know about.

I fear for them,

And I fear them,

And I silently give out a prayer,

that the hole by the edge,

Has more souls like Dave's living by it,

Than what my gut says actually lives there,

and comes back wearing their skins.

Their eyes no longer quite as human,

As one ought to be,

In decent society.

Note: I haven't checked out the discussions about this book online and only just finished reading it today. So everything I write underneath is my own take on this book:

1. It's a weird book. Like reading 'the stranger' but Asian and more neurodivergent.

2. The main character in the book is really weird and I could both relate and not relate to him. It's like seeing the world through the eyes of someone who both does and doesn't understand how the world works.

3. I think if you are a loner, a neurodivergent person, or just a weirdo in general, this book is worth reading at least once.

4. One of the core themes of this book that completely changes how you read the entire book appears in the last sentence of the story. It changes the entire story from the idea of a weird maybe creepy maybe just strange person, to a story of how much of a gap can exist between how a person perceives themselves and how the world sees them.

5. It is a story of a man who did everything wrong without being a story of a man who is evil or cruel.

6. The main characters great sin appears to be that he is weak, and he fears judgement. He has low self esteem, is unable to understand the people around him or why they are the way they are, while being obsesses with not being treated badly by them.

7. The main character feels half real and half fictional at the same time.

8. In the end there really isn't much to say about it. It is a book so strange that you are not sure what to say about it. You come out feeling no love for the main character, or even the side characters, and pity at best for the women in the story. Whom the main character appears to outlast every time. Yet the women themselves never appear to ever grow a hatred of the man as if what he sees of himself and what he is in life are completely separate things altogether.

9. I think the best purpose this book serves is for you to be able to identity your own personal failings across the story here and there and easily recognize what things you need to overcome in yourself so as to not end up a ghost like the main character in his own eyes.

10. The book feels like a study of high int low self esteem high charisma. The main character could have easily been a successful man if only it weren't for his inability to see his own place in the world as naturally as others saw their own.

11. Maybe this is a book about self acceptance. Maybe this is a book about not deluding ourselves into being monsters we are clearly not until we become the worse versions of ourselves because it is the only one we ever believed in, or maybe it is a book about the nature of man and the difficulty in finding a place to fit in when you do not have a natural path traced before you, or maybe it's just a story, dispersed about in a haphazard enough manner that you will find whatever message you are looking for. I think that is it. Just as the main character in this story finds what he wishes to see in the world irrespective of what the world actually is, in the same manner we ourselves see what we wish to see in the story irrespective of what it is. Until it is plainly written for us, and even so we might miss the mark.

12. Intelligence without understanding. Charisma without purpose. Wealth without attainment. Many such underlying themes appear to emerge of contradictions and clashing of what is felt and what is done. A weak will easily taken wherever one wishes to throw it.

13. Part that stuck with me - What is the opposite of crime? is it law, punishment, or virtue? It felt like a very Japanese mindset to think of such things.

In the end the only thing that feels sure to me is that the main character in the book was the little child forever in need of a caretaker at heart. Not cruel by nature, simply forever lost without a guiding hand, growing disdainful for its neverending presence, but also so limited in capacity that he couldn't function without it either. He is not pitiable for he drags the world down with him, yet he is also impossible to hate for there is possibly a good nature to him that the world around him sees but he does not.

I would rate the book about a 9/10 if you are neurodivergent and need something to think on. A 7 out of 10 if you are a normie looking for something to read.

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By far the most r*ddit book I've read. Premise was alright, but it was predictable, MC was oblivious, big butt plotholes, and I didn't really like any of the characters.

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