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Thanks for the A2A, User-10907246138294066437!I was homeschooled from third grade up until high school. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Schweitzer, was a real Nazi. Big as a house, short curly red hair, skin the color of a dead fish. She possessed a set of little black books in which she kept a log of her students’ daily infractions in blue ink. This she would show to the parents during any parent-teacher conference as evidence of their children’s evilness. She was convinced that I had ADHD and wanted to dope me up so she wouldn’t have to deal with me. The final straw came one day when she grabbed me by the arm, yanked me into the corridor, and slammed me bodily into a locker. My incensed mother withdrew me from public school altogether and taught me herself for six years. Best freaking years of my youth, right there—no more alarm clocks or backpacks or bullying classmates, awesome field trips all over the states of Ohio and Tennessee, homework that could wait all day if I wanted it to.I lived all over the US when I was a kid. Southern California, Ohio, Tennessee, Virginia, Wyoming. I had relatives (who we visited regularly) in Michigan, Florida, Northern California, Illinois, and Arizona. I saw practically all of the continental United States (except for New England) when I was a kid. When I was twelve, my family moved from East Tennessee back to Southern California. The trip took five days—my mom and my brother in our Ford B-Wagon, towing Mom’s Bronco, and my dad and me in the big Ryder van with our entire world inside it, rolling west on Interstate 40, a 20th-century wagon train headed for the golden sunset lands of California. I’ll never forget it—crossing the Mississippi River at Memphis, crossing the Arkansas River at Little Rock, the horrifically bumpy highway in Oklahoma, the flat greenness of the Texas panhandle, the red sun and sky and sands in New Mexico, the mountain air in Flagstaff, the boiling hot desolation of Needles.I never went to Disneyland as a child, despite living within driving distance of it for years. I went for the first time in my mid-twenties.I never really fit in with kids my age. I showed up to a playground once in a camouflage jacket and a top hat, complete with a walking cane. I called myself “Mr. Different” and refused to conform to my generations’ ideas of fashion or coolness. Needless to say, I was bulled remorselessly.I wanted to change my name to “Bruce” when I was very young. And grow up to be a baseball player.My favorite movie as a kid was Bambi.The first film I ever went to see unsupervised was Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace. I was just a hair shy of my thirteenth birthday. My mom dropped my younger brother and me off at the theater. We went in, bought popcorn and a giant soda, and never touched a bite or sip of it during the entire film. This was the first film we’d seen that was so packed with state-of-the-art CG animation, and my awestruck sibling and I just sat there, numbly passing a cold bucket of popcorn and a cup of flat, watery soda back and forth between us for two hours.Probably the coolest place my family ever lived was Oak Ridge, Tennessee (just west of Knoxville). We had a big two-story house high on a ridgetop. The property was a whopping ten acres, most of it a hilly but wide-open expanse of grass. There was an enormous oak tree with a rope swing in the yard, and it dropped enough leaves in autumn to make at least three enormous leaf piles—perfect for jumping in. The bedroom my brother and I shared had a freaking balcony (off of which we would drop our plastic, parachute-clad green army men). There were raccoons and opossums and snakes and deer and foxes and squirrels and rabbits and yellowjackets and ticks and daddy longlegs and all manner of exciting animal life. There was a pond down the hill out back with bluegill and sunfish (and cottonmouths) in it, out upon which my dad, my brother and I would take the aluminum canoe and go fishing sometimes. (Later, when I read Henry David Thoreau’s Walden, I remembered that pond and saw many similarities.) And we had a giant in-ground swimming pool, perfect for beating the muggy summer heat. At the tail end of every summer, ladybugs would come swarming from nowhere and coat the entire eastern side of the house. It didn’t snow very often in winter, but when it did, there was a groovy sledding hill nearby. It led into some thorn bushes, and sometimes my little brother was a total retard and would forget to hit the brakes before we crashed into it, but it made for a good laugh afterwards. We grew asparagus and pumpkins and carrots and lavender and other goodies outside in the rich, moist soil, and set out suet for the birds and salt licks for the deer, swatted horseflies the size of half-dollars, and decapitated any copperheads that had the temerity to venture onto our pool deck. Good times.My dad took me on a haunted hayride when I was seven or eight or something. Guys in spooky masks leaped out from behind hay bales with roaring chainsaws in their hands and frightened me half to death. I tried to burrow my way into the crook of my dad’s elbow to hide. My dad looked down at me, and instead of shaming me or poking fun at me, he said these simple words, without a hint of irony or jest:“Just yell back at ‘em.”So I did. When a blood-coated clown in overalls lurched at the wagon with a butcher knife in his hand, bellowing, I stared him in the eye and hollered right back. And you know what? It worked. I wasn’t afraid anymore. Honestly, I could have done battle with a Cyclops or a T-Rex at that point. I was fired up and ready to rumble. With just a few words, my pop switched me from flight to fight mode. Best lesson he ever taught me.The most frightened I’ve ever been as a child was the day I accidentally shot an arrow into the wall of our townhouse in Oak Ridge (we were living there temporarily, before we moved from Tennessee to California). Goodness knows why I thought practicing archery in the house was a good idea, but I was sighting over the edge of the bed and my fingers slipped on the bowstring. The arrowhead punched a neat hole in the drywall. I was 110% certain my father was going to kill me. Literally. The police would never find my remains. I think I actually tried to dictate a last will and testament to my brother before my parents got home.While we were living at that townhouse, my brother and I actually had more neighbor kids to play with than we’d had anywhere else we’d lived. There were two nice Israeli children living next door, and about a half-dozen home-grown Tennessean hayseeds living up and down the block. The bunch of us used to have epic hide-and-seek tournaments, and our squirt gun fights in summer were something to behold. We were Call of Dutying before Call of Duty was even a thing. The game would completely change once Big Jake showed up. Jake, even at the tender age of eleven, was about six-foot-four and 250 pounds (or so I remember him). He carried a squirt gun the size of a bazooka, which you could hear him pump up from five blocks away. It had a reservoir that would have put a fire truck to shame, and it could shoot a blindingly fast column of water about a hundred feet away with laser-like accuracy. (I’m exaggerating of course, but that’s how it seemed when I was a kid.) Jake would just tank his way up the middle of the street and stand there, blasting any kid he saw with his fire hose of a water gun. Try as we might, we could never flank him—there was simply too much open ground between us and him. The only thing for it when Jake showed up was to dive into the neighbors’ hedges or duck down an alley or jump a fence into a backyard and beat a hasty retreat.Owls don’t just hoot at night. They scream like banshees. I learned this the hard way on a camping trip with my Boy Scout troop near Norris Dam. Everyone had bedded down for the night, gotten as comfortable as they could in their sleeping bags on the rocky, uneven ground, and had begun to drift off into la-la land when suddenly an owl began to hoot in the branches of a tree directly above our tent. He hooted quietly for a while, almost soothingly, but then his hoots slowly escalated into a hoo-hoo-HOO-HWA-WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! A horrifyingly long and loud screech, in other words. Like a howler monkey. As if that wasn’t bad enough, another owl—just on the other side of the hill, a mile or so in the distance—answered him, and the two of them began a screaming conversation that lasted for hours. Kept the whole camp up half the night.My earliest memory is standing on the stepping-stones (made of reddish pebble concrete) outside the front door of my parents’ house in Rocklin, California, and gazing up at the stars. I swear I remember it vividly. But I couldn’t have been much more than a year and a half old at the time.The most exotic pet I ever had was a gerbil. I wanted a snake or some other kind of reptile, but my mother hated snakes and wouldn’t hear of it. And unfortunately, growing up in California, where hedgehogs and ferrets are illegal, my choices for mammalian pets were limited.I broke two bones as a child—my wrist and my tailbone. Long stories both.The first nightmare I remember having was remarkably tame. I was lying in bed, at night, and a couple of pirates—stereotypical pirates with bandannas on their heads and stripey shirts and tight little pantaloons—were down at the end of my bed, their heads under the covers, their eyes glowing red, their mouths fanged, their cutlasses glinting in the moonlight as they reached for my feet with big hairy hands.One of the most surreal stories from my youth was the day in 1992 when some of the other first-grade boys and I found one of our classmates crying in the bathroom. Or the broom closet. I can’t remember which. But of course the first thing we did was ask him what he was crying about. The election, he said. “Why are you crying about that?” the guys asked. The (six-year-old) boy sniffed, wiped his eyes, and said tearfully, “I voted for Bush.”The first band I ever liked was The Beatles, and the first album I ever bought was 1. Gradually I branched out into The Who, and then Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and all the rest of the classic rock pantheon, and from there I got into blues and a whole bunch of other genres. But The Beatles was where it all started.I used to have a Walkman. No, not a CD player—a real Walkman. A tape player. Used to play Strauss and Beethoven tapes in it when I went on walks around my neighborhood. Helped me fall asleep at night, too.Apparently I was quite the hound dog in my youth. I was censured by one of my elementary school teachers (not Mrs. Schweitzer) for “kissing all the girls.” My mom was gobsmacked when, one afternoon, she was waiting to pick me up from school and I came walking down the sidewalk holding hands with Abby, a cute little girl with short blonde hair with whom I was very close. The one and only time in my life I’ve fallen for a blonde...

Will Writing 101: Essential Facts and Features in a Valid WillA last will and testament, otherwise known simply as a will, is a way to dictate how your property and affairs will be handled after you die. All wills are different and what you include in your will depends on what property you have, whom you want it to go to the dynamics of your family and friends, and many other factors unique to your particular situation. However, all wills are required to have particular features in order to be valid and wills are only able to accomplish certain things. This guide reviews the essentials of writing a valid will and explores the limits of what it is and is not possible to do using a will. As estate planning and will writing is heavily affected by state laws, it is always a good idea to contact a lawyer with any specific questions you may have about how your state's laws will affect your will.Essentials of a Valid WillTo be valid, your will doesn't have to conform to a specific formula. For example, in states that recognize handwritten wills, some wills scrawled on the back of an envelope have stood up in court. However, there are certain elements that must usually be present.Age requirementsIn most states, you must be at least 18 years old to make a will. In Georgia, you only need to be 14 years old, in Louisiana 16 years old, and in Alabama, Alaska, and Wyoming, you must be 19 years old. There is no upper age limit; as long as a person has the necessary mental capacity, they can make a will. A person under the required age usually must go to court and get a guardian appointed to make a will for them.Sound mind and bodyThough the popular phrase is "of sound mind and body," there is no requirement that you have a particular physical body in order to make a will. However, there is a very important requirement that you have what is known as the mental capacity or mental competency to make a will. The law presumes that will-maker was of sound mind, and the standard for proving otherwise is very high -- much more than normal absentmindedness or forgetfulness. Being of sound mind to make a will does not mean that you must be perfectly sane, have a clear and unfailing memory, or otherwise have the same mental sharpness you had when you were 18 years old. You only need to know that you're executing a will, have a basic understanding of the general nature and extent of your property, and be aware of the objects of your bounty or the natural objects of your affection (i.e. your spouse, descendants, and other relatives who would ordinarily be expected to share in your estate). You must be able to put these factors together and form an orderly plan as to who gets what.Your competency to make a will is determined by your mental state at the time you sign your will. A person who is insane may become sufficiently lucid to make a will and then again lose touch with reality. As long as the will was made during a period of mental lucidity, it is valid. Suppose a person is in the early stages of Alzheimer's disease and makes a will. There is no question that the person had the requisite mental capacity to make the will at the time they signed it. But suppose their condition deteriorates and they lose all of their mental faculties. Is will still good? Yes, since losing mental capacity sometime after the will is made doesn't matter. It only becomes important if the person tries to revoke or amend the will after becoming mentally incompetent. The person who indulges in alcohol or drugs, even in excess, the eccentric who exhibits bizarre behavior, the older person who has the occasional memory lapse -- all may at times have sufficient capacity to make a will.Disgruntled friends or relatives who want to challenge a will occasionally use this sound mind requirement to attack the will maker's mental capacity. To defend against this attack preemptively, in special cases, the execution or signing of the will is sometimes videotaped and kept on file. So, if someone raises a question after the will-maker dies, the videotape can be good evidence that the will-maker was of sound mind and knew what they were doing when they made their will. Of course, if the will-maker is in the last stages of a debilitating illness, a videotape might have the opposite effect and appear to show a lack of capacity.Intended to transfer propertyThe will must have a substantive provision that disposes of property, and it must indicate your intent to make the document your final word on what happens to your property. In short, it must be clear that you really intend for it to be your will.WrittenAlthough oral wills, if witnessed, are permitted in some states, wills must usually be written, either by hand or, more commonly, typed, and witnessed.Properly signedYou must voluntarily sign the will, unless illness, an accident, or illiteracy prevents it, in which case one of your witnesses may sign for you. Without a signature, your will is invalid and does not carry any force.Properly witnessedIn almost all states, the signing of a formal will must be witnessed by at least two, but often three, adults who understand what they are witnessing and are competent to testify in court. In most states, the witnesses have to be disinterested (i.e. not getting anything in the will). If they aren't, you run the risk of voiding certain provisions in the will, opening it up to a challenge, or invalidating the entire will.Properly executedYour will should contain a statement at the end attesting that it is your will, the date and place of signing, and the fact that you signed it before witnesses, who then also signed it in your presence. Most states allow what is commonly known as self-proving affidavits, which eliminate the necessity of having the witnesses go to court to testify that they witnessed the signing; the affidavit is enough proof by itself. In other states, if the witnesses are dead or otherwise unavailable, the court may have to get someone else to verify the legitimacy of their signatures.Non-Standard willsThough the above requirements are best practices for writing a will, not all wills follow these formalities. Depending on the state, the law might recognize certain kinds of other wills in special situations. However, you're always safest with a written will that's properly signed and witnessed. Some types of non-standard will include:Oral wills: These are permissible in a few states, sometimes under very limited circumstances when they are uttered in your final illness or on a deathbed. Also, oral will often apply only to personal property (e.g. jewelry, vehicles, clothing, etc.).Handwritten, unwitnessed wills: These wills, also called holographic wills, are valid in about half the states and effective in giving away all kinds of property, including real estate and personal property. Nonetheless, they usually aren't recommended. Since such will rarely follow legal formalities, it's sometimes hard to prove that they were intended to be wills or intended to be the last will. In addition, they are vulnerable to fraud and they often don't cover all of the will maker's assets.Soldier's and seamen's wills: These wills are permitted by about half the states. They allow people serving in the armed forces to give away their wages and personal property orally or in an informal written document. Often, they're only valid during wartime when the will-maker is in a hostile zone, and they usually cease to be valid after a certain time that varies by state.Statutory wills: These wills are another alternative available in a few states. A statutory will is a will that has been created by a state statute or law.What You Can and Can't Give AwayBefore sitting down to make your will, you have to figure out what you own and how you want to distribute it. If something is your own personal property, you have the right to dispose of it any way you want. However, if you own property jointly with someone else, you can give away only your share of that property.You cannot give away property that is subject to a contract. For example, what if you want to give the proceeds of your life insurance policy to someone other than the policy's named beneficiary? Even if your will gives the life insurance proceeds to someone else, the beneficiary named in the policy will get the money. The terms of the policy -- a contract -- control the distribution of the money. If you want the proceeds to go to someone other than your currently named beneficiary, you'll have to contact your insurance agent and submit a change of beneficiary form. This same idea applies to retirement benefits, IRAs, deferred compensation plans, and similar accounts or employee benefits.Generally speaking, you have the right to give your money to anyone you want. If you give your property to a minor, however, a guardian will have to be appointed to manage the property until the minor turns 18 (19 in a few states). Some restrictions may be placed on gifts to charities, religious institutions, or animals.What happens when a person gets impatient for his inheritance and kills the testator to speed things up? A murderer forfeits any gift that they would have received from the victim. But if the death is accidental or the result of negligence, the gift is usually not forfeited, even though the recipient was the direct cause of the testator's death. This is known in most states as the Slayer's Rule.Spousal rightsIn general, you can pick whom you want your property to go to and leave it whatever proportion you want. There are some exceptions, however, related to what a spouse is required to inherit. For example, in some states, a surviving spouse may be entitled to a predetermined percentage of their deceased spouse's estate, regardless of what the will says. This right is called a statutory or elective share. The amount of this percentage varies by state, but in most states, it is one-half or one-third of your estate. You or your spouse can voluntarily give up this legal protection in a prenuptial agreement. In some states, surviving spouses are also entitled to the right to the shared family home as what is known as a homestead right. Though you can try to give the family home to someone else in your will, your spouse has to approve. Without approval, your spouse will retain the property until they die or abandon the homestead.As for other family members, only in Louisiana do your children have any right to be included in your estate. Otherwise, you can disinherit anyone other than your spouse. However, if you're disinheriting a very close family member, rather than just leaving them out of the will, it is best to specifically state that you wish to disinherit them in a clause in the will itself.Gifts to charities and religious institutionsSome states do not allow gifts to religious or charitable institutions if the will was made less than a certain period of time, such as thirty days or six months before the person died. What happens to the gift in that case? It goes to the person named in the residuary clause of the will (e.g. a clause that dictates who will receive the parts of your estate that were not given away in a specific gift, basically the leftovers of the estate), or to your next of kin if there is no residuary clause. The state you live in may also have a law limiting the amount of your estate that the charity or religious institution can receive -- for example, one-fourth or one-third of the estate.One usual restriction imposed on all gifts to charities or religious institutions is the requirement that the recipient is a bona fide, legitimate organization. A gift of $100,000 to, for example, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence would probably be void in all states.Gifts to animalsEvery now and then, you read a story online or hear on the television news about an eccentric millionaire who has left the entirety of their estate to a favorite dog, cat, bird, or other pet in their will. Is such a gift valid? Usually no. A gift of money or property to a pet does not hold up legally, for the simple reason that a pet is legally incapable of holding title to the property. A cat cannot own a house, a dog cannot own a car, a bird cannot own a bank account, and a hamster cannot get a social security card. To get around this, some people nominate a human as "guardian" of the pet, and occasionally a court will uphold this. Instead of attempting to give your money to your pet, an alternative is to discuss the matter with the person you would like to take care of your pet in case anything happens to you, and leave them a gift to cover food, veterinarian bills, and the like. You may also want to consider making a gift of part of your estate to your local humane society.Conditional giftsSome people try to make their influence felt beyond the grave by attaching conditions to a gift made in the will, as opposed to the purely advisory language in a letter of intent. These conditional gifts can be tricky and ill-advised. Most courts don't like such conditions and tying conditions to a gift often makes the will more susceptible to being challenged. You can't require your daughter to divorce her husband to claim her inheritance from you, nor can you force your atheist son-in-law to go to church every Sunday in order to get what you've left them in your will.Final TakeawaysWills are incredibly flexible and made to cover a range of situations as vast as the unique differences between people. That being said, all wills that are made are required to have particular elements by which a court is able to judge that they were correctly and validly made. Further, while wills are very powerful, they only have the power to do so much. The most important points to remember about wills are as follows:You must be above a certain age (18 in most states) and have sufficient mental capacity to make a willGenerally, wills must clearly state that they intend to act as a final will, and be written, signed, witnessed, and executed to be considered validYou cannot give away property that is subject to a contract, such as an insurance policy, IRA, deferred compensation plan, or other retirement or employment benefitsIn almost all states, the only person who has a right to be included in your will is your spouse, who can often claim a portion of your estate through an elective share, homestead right, or other legal meansThere are limits to what you can give away to a charity and you usually can't will anything directly to a favorite pet or another animalGifts that come with strings attached are often struck down by courts and should be avoidedAbout the Author: Malissa Durham is a Legal Templates Programmer and Attorney at Wonder. 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Crrk wiiiiing turft Testing audio OK goodThis is a repurposed battle log and last will and testament of Joshua scrapper Millins of main branch civilian extraction point of Alberta rocky Mountain point. If you have found the cassettes and it survived intact then I am dead and died for the many so mourn not my death but celebrate the living.“We gotta breakout it's the best shot the civics have “ someone was yelling louder than the howls louder than the screams and curses it was me tired of this shit and pissed off. “Well you got a plan corpse picker I'm all ears” Drummed out the major.God's how I hate that title it makes me sound like one of the wraiths that have been hounding the compound for 3days, rather than the guy who put his neck on the line to gather all the guns we were using, those crates of ammo and food for us all. Me and the wolf pack were the reason we still thought coherently as people not bone drinking shamblers and cacklers. It hit the world like a typhoon and did as much damage the wailing plague as it was deemed. Quickly earned the infected a name wraiths and banshees due to the way it drove the infected into a sickness that had no cure and was 100% certain to end in wraith or banshee depending on how unfortunate you were.Definitely man Made in origin due to its high conductivity and potency along with it hitting all major cities in Europe and North America. Once the host is fully consumed it will force the body into a semi balance of function sending them towards another healthy host for consumption and rinse repeat. That's the lucky bastards choice if not so lucky and you got something special in you. weren'the entirely certain what you needed to have but it had to be important because you became a banshee and they were terrifying for not the wailing noise you made put the appearance of blood on your ripped and sullied clothes(oh did I mention only women get taken for banshee’s) and they want you to kill them for they are haunted by whatever was done to them and plead yes you hear me correctly plead for dea….shrieking of strained wood and metal crackles over the audiophones. Wailing heard roughly and tump,click,tump heard over even the inhuman wails of wraiths. A click and light thump of a microphone being reset…. Yes you heard correctly the banshee will plead for you to kill them the sound will haunt you until your last breath and probably as a wraith as well. We who remained of the free people devised quickly that fortified enclaves in behind the rocky mountains from as far as B.C to all the way to Wyoming in the states. But it was flawed they weren't mindless they had a mind with only one end in its thoughts consume “Crump …shit tump,crak,tump.click click.click.Creeeeen(mic hit the floor).“Jaimie get this damn piece of junk working there might be more data for the archives on the device.” a woman's voice hard but yet soft. “I’m trying adjutant but the tapes gotta be 30 years or more hells wasn't even a twinkle my father's eye when this thing was operating and well repairing tape in this bad of shape ain't easy.” the man Jaimie spoke with a slight tremor. “I don't care Jaimie get it working now”. The female adjutant was strict.“Hold it getting some pickup now it sounds like we got the tape operating again” Maam. Jaimie fair shouted.Son of bitch did you just bite my gauntlet come on you inhuman beasts HHahaha ha.Hey look there is a video cassette to go with the audio its from a helmet feed but should work. Jaimie was excited the wraith were only a tale now 20years after the righteous hammer ordnance strike leveled over 3/4 of the American country.They could see a wall of metal slick with blood and deep gouges through it. “Hold on I'll try and do a reloop to get the beginning”.They saw in the poor grainy video the last moments of the poor soldier who they found. In the service tunnels underneath the station.A brief still of his face and it wasn't good.This was him thenThe video flared to view followed by a audio stream off the radio comms.( video sight mixed with soldiers monolog/ catalogue of situation from radio back feed).The axe is getting heavy it was a parody of a fire a massive beard with a large scything hook on the reverse in place of a traditional pick or hammer face. My armor was red and black from the blood of countless wraiths a few banshee as well. My faithful old Remington was lost in the communications room. But still had the audio gear those things wouldn't hesitate to break them. Atleast my armor is holding firm the chain would take the claws and teeth the plate harness would take the make shift crude weapons they wielded.The tunnels are a nightmare with only 2 small lights attached to the wings of the helm giving me a rather startling appearance of a viking with a little to much armor. The others were dead the last of the civvies got out and maybe a total third of the guard with them to shore up and block the hatches along the way. But me and a few of the wolf pack broke free from the southern perimeter and got into the sub building. The tunnels had been a stupid idea those things picked us off one at a time. We didn't even realize that they were in there with us and it was a horror show to know the civilians and the guard were gone everyone was dead. Found that out after 2 of the sealed hubs were open wide and the guards dead with civilians strewn the length of almost 3 miles of tunnels. Don't know if we missed a infected civvie or just they got through a ventilation shaft in along the way and caught enough to make an impact.Helmet stares at the ground with the sounds of catches and clasps popping and jangling. “video blurs briefly” a face aged far beyond it years one eye had a mad gleam in it the other was a milky white with a single scar running the length of the face. appears in the camera. To whoever hears these words note this down well. We chose to die at the security check point and that we tried to save as many people as we could but we failed because we thought those things were stupid and mindless to all but the need to consume. We were wrong they have a intelligence beyond what we thought every death every life lost gives them more knowledge and use that to coordinate. As for why I'm saying this now because this radio log will be recorded and if anyone gets into range they will know what to do to capture the encrypted broadcast. The doors are sealed and I can hear them coming. I'm tired of running and they are probably surrounding me as I speak these words so farewell to the living and hello the damped. A brief smile twists his scarred face into a startling image “Don’t worry baby girl, I kept my promise to you. They won't get me but this data should survive the blast that's about to go up when the timer hits a solid 10minutes if my internals are gel they won't bother with the process of waking me up.Clink…scrap thunk. The helmets view stabilizes on the bloody armored back of the soldier showing him ready his stance even as four of the beasts pile onto him he takes to with a wild swing and more pile into the room wailing and cackling like the damned they are. COME AND DIE YOU UGLY OVERSIZED ANTS MY BLADE THIRSTS FOR YOUR BLOOD AND HUNGERS FOR YOUR BONES HAHAHAHA CRACK BOOM. Dust slowly filters down the helmet is seeing only a metal surface slick with blood from the soldier in his last terrifying minutes of his life.Dear gods those… those things were the wraiths that overran the entire east and central parts of the country. Jaimie was white as he looked on in horror at the video logs last images before the blast. “Thats correct Jaimie and it gives us a decent overview of what happened in the tunnel system we found finally the 3rd tunnel codenamed Alberta. All we had was speculation and rumors from the 14 or so children that made it out of the tunnels and were recovered a week after we received the last transmission. The adjutants voice was strangely thick and weak.Jaimie swiveled in his chair to see she was crying and trying to hide the fact as on her screen was the first proper view of the soldier in the video and in her hand was a small picture of a young man strikingly similar. Jaimie broke the soft cries “It's more than just a matter of finding out what happened to the tunnel systems and finding out the fate of the gate path to them. “Your not wrong Jaimie, the man who we have listened for the last few hours is…was my father and not knowing what happened to him or even the group it was the worst thing to feel and it stuck with me since they found a 5 year girl crying for daddy in the foothills of the Rockies with only a picture and no name. For better part of 28 years I've been hunting for him and any knowledge of him. Its good to know that he kept his promise for me.Jaimie was confused “ wwhat was it you asked to promise”. I asked him to promise me not to let the scary monsters get him. He kept his promise for the better part of 30years after he gave it to me. The Adjutant was left to her grief.Surprised ain't ya well I was extremely bored and it makes a rather nice short synopsis don't ya think. Well that's what yeah can get with a lot if free time