Sleepless Nights 40 - Wishlist

There are so many shit that I want nowadays, I think I might go crazy if I go on this way any longer... Hence, I have decided, largely due to the fact that I know I'm not going to get this and boredom, to make an impossible wishlist. Why? Because I can. No, seriously, because that's the only thing I can do.

1. Kiseru.

I have an obsession with anything that could and would produce copious quantities of smoke, you know, cigarettes, shishas, that kind of shit. However, I started thinking that fuck this shit, I am too awesome for cigarettes, for my awesomeness makes the cigarette itself wallow in shame and self pity. I'm so awesome that I have to build a bonfire to warm the cigarette up before lighting it with a normal lighter. The thought of it having to be in contact with my godawesomely awesome lips while it's cuddled up with it'd cousins in the box sends shiver's down it's leafy spin. I'm so awesome that- Yeah, enough on that.

Hence, I stumbled across this heavenly piece of awesome which is befitting for one as awesome as I. It's the traditional Japanese pipe, made to make one more awesome than one theoretically is. Even it's tobacco, shares it's share of awesomeness because if you're going to be lit in that awesome piece of awesome, you need to have be of sufficient level of awesome. Here's a picture of how you wish you were this awesome:

AWESOMER THAN YOU!

The shitty thing is that the Kiseru is quickly going out of style in the not-so-awesome community nowadays and has a limited number of real traditional uh... Kiseru-makers. It goes to show that we (Yes including me) are natural morons (You, more than me) to actually let this awesome piece of awesome to die a slow death. Yeah, fuck you. To whoever is going or is already in Japan, seriously, I'll pay you to get me this shit plus sexual favours. Because I'm awesome.

2. Steampunk Goggles/ Accesories.

Why the fuck should I even explain this? The sheer amount of awesomeness in Steampunk is enough to impregnate seventeen infertile women with sextuplets five times over. The design, the incorporation of Victorian era fashion... How can one not find that fucken worth starving for...

3. Ford Mustang 1969 Boss

I have never really been a car nut. For example if you ask me what kind of engine et cetera, your question will immediately take the form of a paper inside my brain, get crumpled and be the subject of much torment at the hands of the two fucks living in there. I think that it may just be because cars today don't appeal to me in a way that they're too... Curvy, yes, too curvy. However, muscle cars, they've captured my heart and proceeded to run over it with their sheer majestic beauty... I mean the sharp lines, the beefed up exterior and my god, that sound... Holy fuck man, that's the fucking dream... If I ever want a car, it would that one up there, not anything else... Still, I have no idea what the hell those technical stuff mean, is it such a sin to just like the car?

4. Pocket Watches.

I will literally beg and grovel or basically sell my soul for this babies. I kid you not, these are the timepieces which I will not hesitate to fork out some cash for... Having one of these is like having pieces of heaven stored away neatly in your pocket. Having this obliterates the need for any human emotion or social interaction. Having this is the ultimate way of staring bug-eyed at a person and telling him that his time is running out.

5. Nikon D300S

If I get my hands on this (Which is a metaphorical arm's length away) I have pretty much removed the need to consumed food for at least five years. How can you even resist that look, that curvy body, that sly, slutty grin...

6. Zippo Black Ice/ High Polish Brass; Venetian Pattern

7. Dictionnaire Infernal by Collin De Plancy

Uh, I just really really want it. It has them demons in em!

8. Campbell Hausfeld Oxy-Acetylene Kit.

Being the pyromaniac that I naturally am, this fucken kit over here, is like a materialization of a wet dream. Practicability, you ask? Ah, yes, good point indeed but fuck it, it's a wishlist, half of the things people include are fucken impossible to have a any practical use whatsoever...

9. Tesla Coil

I'd actually settle for Nikola Tesla himself but apparently, people aren't too comfortable with neighbours that steal corpses and try to bring them back to life. They also refuse to accept any explanation given when their recently deceased relatives comes back home in time for dinner which I have to say is damn awesome. Why won't they understand?!

Anyway, since I couldn't get my hands on the great man himself, I'll just settle for his shockasmic creation which, as the picture shows, is the Tesla coil. Getting this would put a stop to all those pesky squirrels for sure, them bastard children deserve such a death...

10. Go back in time, drug the old me and throw him into an incinerator.

I swear to fucking God that was the only thing running through my mind when I actually had the brilliant fucking thought to go have a little peep on DArt... It was a fucking mistake... Christ, how did I look at myself in the mirror... Those blasphemously noisy photos, the equally blasphemous attempts to try to be creative... And that way of speech... That fucking way of speech! How the fuck did my tongue and fingers not wither and die out on the spot?! I fucking deleted every single abomination on that page... Oh god... I'm poisoned by my old existence... Shiver me fucking timbers... Why did anyone not set me on fire or throw me off the 39th floor or poison my coffee... Why did everyone not do anything... Oh fuck, oh fuck...

11. Tenum Coffee

Mainly because the first time I made it, I had to use a sock to filter it. Sigh... Good times phai, good fucking times...

12. Giant Steel Arm



Why would I want this apparent insult to God you ask? To kill my foes? No, no that is of course, too immature, I would rather use these hands to feel all the sweet pleasures it could offer... To go on a rampage then? Hah, you foolish little peasant, go back to mending the fields... Obviously for good then? Are you mad, you filthy little gremlin, I have a giant steel arm, what possible good could I use it for?

The reason is simply so that I can wave to planes and be seen. Seriously, it's fucking annoying that you see them damn planes and it kinda laze around seemingly hovering and shit... I want to wave at it and freak it out, then give it the finger while shooting fireworks in it's direction. Oh my... That would be splendid...

13. Custom made cigarettes.

Because I wont be able to get that fucking kiseru...

Sleepless Nights 39 - Weird Questions

Random questions by random people, answered randomly by a random sleep deprived mind. Random... Has anybody thought of how weird that word sounds? Like smile. Seriously, try saying smile. Over and over again. Slowly. You are now infected.

1. Why do you make coffee using ground coffee beans instead of Nescafe?

This... This says it all...

That's like asking why I'd work to make money instead of just robbing a bank. Maybe not but fuck it, same concept aye? I guess I just look at it as something wrong, you know, kind of like what's fucking up the world nowadays. There's always an easy way out, sure, but is the exit the right one? Besides, Nescafe is the bane of coffee drinkers, I'm not patronizing but seriously, fuck that shit. Some dude actually had the nerve to call himself a coffee drinker but when I asked him to make coffee using fucken coffee powder, he looked at me as if I asked him to build the Twin Towers using cigarette butts. Fuck it, it's personal preference, I like my coffee.

2. What is with your obsession with everything old i.e. music, furniture, fashion et cetera?

I seriously urge you to reconsider...

Wait, why the fuck not? I'm supposed to answer sincerely? Uh, right. Look around you. Everything nowadays is almost always inferior then what it used to be. Music for fucking example, have you heard the shit they produce nowadays? It's like fingernails dragged across a blackboard amidst a background of cars crashing into each other at abysmal speed. Why should I settle for something so distasteful, so vulgar, so fucking disheartening when I already have something so much more romantic, so much more poetic and better when viewed from every single angle? You answer that.

3. You are regarded as a recluse and many have pointed out that your absence from society has been increasingly frequent. What do you make of this?

I was just trying to emphasize.

What do I make of it? I don't particularly find the need to dispel any of such claims as it is because hey, at least they got one thing right. The definition of being social in today's world, like may other definitions, have been perverted and twisted to the very axis of oblivion that it's not something I can look at and find it amusing any longer. It's wretched, it's fucking demented and it makes my eye twitch. Which is uncomfortable to say the least. I mean really, some apparently enlightened soul had the liberty of telling me that it is to create a form of network in which one might benefit from in the future. Basically manipulation labelled under the term 'friendship'. I do not deny that I too manipulate, sometimes just for the giggles but I have never coiffed it up and label it under something that it is not. I mean really, you could call me a fucked up, twisted bastard which I will not deny that I am, but at least I could confidently, without any form of hesitation, tell you how many people I trust wholeheartedly and would put their lives on the line for my sake. Can you?

4. You clearly are an asshole. How is that working out for you?

I do not understand what you are inquiring. No, seriously, I don't get it.

5. Let me rephrase, how does it feel not being invited to parties or not being called upon when people need help or basically just not having people depending on you because frankly, they don't like you. How does it feel, sitting alone at home, while other people are out enjoying themselves?

I believe we are way past that stage.

Ah. Well honestly, I have to admit, it kind of sucks. Wait, no that didn't come out right. I have to explain. It sucks because it takes a toll on my parasitic and manipulative capabilities. I mean really, when you want to latch on and never let go, it's best when people allow you to do so, aye? But then again, when I think about it, I gladly welcome the negativity because apparently nowadays, being an asshole is walks hand in hand with being a fucking honest person.

Example, a person asks me if his or her partner is too good for him/her. When the person is clearly a fucked up lecherous three timing womanizer/manizer, naturally my response would be 'Why yes, he/she is clearly too good for you who are quite possibly the biggest verminous scum of the uni/multiverse'. Yet, the response that I will get is regretfully not 'Why how delightfully perceptive and honest you are. I shall now go out and roll in the mud for I truly am a verminous scum of the uni/multiverse' but instead, I will get something along the lines of 'Fuck you, asshole'.

Another example. 'Do you think I look fat/ugly/retarded/ fuglarded in this dress?'. Honest response: 'Why yes, now that you have inquired, you look delightfully swell in that. You look like a bull, minus the schlong plus a few hundred more cancerous testicles which is what your arms look like. Hell, you look like three Michelin Men fused together, got fired from his job and fell into alcohol addiction. Ah fuck, you look like a failed government experiment where they decided to collect all the fat from the millions of liposuctions and channel it into you. And I'm just talking about your arms. Fuck! They look like five bodybuilders' severed thighs! But yeah, try the other dress on, it might just work.'

Usually, unfortunately, I'll get the 'Fuck you, asshole' response before I could even finish saying yes. So, if you are honestly asking me if I feel the least bit left out at the notion that the world thinks I am an asshole, then fuck you thrice in the nose. If that's how the world thinks then I'm glad that I'm a fucking asshole, I'm glad that everybody thinks I'm an asshole because if the world can't differentiate between being an honest person from being an asshole, then too bad.

6. In reference to your answer, isn't there limits to being honest, because from my point of view, you have pretty much crossed the line which separated honesty from insensitivity. By quite the distance if I may say so myself.

That makes sense actually, but then I ask you this in return. What position are you in, what role do you play in my life which requires me to sugar coat my words? No, scratch that, the fact of the matter is that I don't fucking believe in all the bullshit about having to coat your words just so that people don't get hurt. Truth itself is meant to pierce you and explode, there's no point in trying to fucking coat it with words of encouragement or whatever the fuck you think is right. If everybody starts to do that, the world will inevitably end because humans; fucking humans aren't designed to fucking understand. They need shock and trauma to actually be able to assess the situation correctly.

7. Your views are fairly interesting to say the least. I'll move on then. A bit more personal this time, if I may. Why the lack of a relationship with the opposite sex? You will be reluctant to answer, I suppose, but a promise is a promise.

Haha, fuck, are you the fucking Devil? I might've fucken made a fucken bad deal here... But yes, a promise is a promise is a promise. I could go on and go 'Ah, you know me, spoilt for choices, I just can't make a decision' while I flick my hair and reject calls coming from a hundred different girls but of course, I'll be lying eh. I've told you about the whole bloody attention span thingy and I guess that might be true. Based on that, I dunno, I guess I'm fucken scared or something? I mean look at it this way, I get a girl, close to perfection. Then I bugger off halfway, things get ugly bla bla bla, and then we part. I mean what's to say that said lady is what I needed all along, who's to say that she's the fucking one, you know? Sooner or later, I'm going to fucking regret it. I don't think I'm exaggerating here, I might not be the most dazzling figure amongst many, fuck far from it actually but I get decent amount of attention. The problem is that I can't go on and do shit. The  bitchiest thing about getting a lot of stuff is the fact that you can't discard the whole nagging feeling when you actually choose one. Like having to choose chocolate. Fuck. That's some hard shit right there. Anyways, before I ramble on about this shit, are you satisfied? Fuck this shit, people are reading.

8. Your beliefs... The personal ones about heaven hell and all things supernatural and not... How honestly logical are they... Or is there a personal emotional element in the things u believe in?

Awesome question, but no surprise coming from you. Frankly, I could pretend to say a lot of bullshit about it but I'm not going to try to. In all honesty, I don't give a fuck about heaven or hell. I think it's overrated and people have killed over such trivial matters. About God on the other hand, that I believe in. You already know all the scientific stuff that is already said out there so I'm not going to bother telling you. It's logical to me, I mean yes, there is a whole debate going on since mankind first proposed the concept and naturally there's always an opposition. But then I look at us, and fuck it, I look at everything, and there is no way in fucking hell is this a randomized coincidence. That, you can probably assert to my personal emotion. Most probably awe, but you know me, the jealous type. I have never been approached in a dream by fucken wise men in fucken white. I have never heard voices of shit telling me to do stuff. I've never seen dramatic fights between angels and demons. But then I guess there's that feeling you know. Galactic filaments. I'll leave it at that.

9. How'd you see yourself in 20 years from now?

Dead, sprawled in a gutter, possibly raped with a cucumber halfway stuck in my ass. Or maybe not. Seriously, in twenty years mate, I see myself in an apartment, in the center of a city, in the heart of the world, alone and depressed. There's always a price to pay I guess. fair trade I must say, fair trade indeed.

10. Choose between a home in fucking flames... Or somewhere far away,in peace,a new place.

Home in fucking flames. Definitely, without a fucking doubt. As messed up as I am though, family is all I fucking have, all I can trust myself to depend upon. I guess a burnt down home can still be rebuilt but fucken family... Where the chod are you gonna find that aye? Still, if given further choice I'd grab everyone and teleport them to somewhere far away in peace. Because I'm awesome.

11. How do you know what you're doing in life is what you should be doing?

Because life is fucken awesome!

Sigh. How do you know what the person you're conversing with is going to say next? How do you know when that plane is going to crash into that building? How do you know that you might not get a chance to talk to another person cause Lady Deaths is impossible to deny?

You can't, can you? What you do right now, at this moment, how do you know it might be an event which could lead you to your demise? I mean fuck, how am I supposed to answer that, that's like God level shit man... All you can do is fucking go on with it. I mean don't literally just go crashing into people's bedrooms and steal their underwear just for giggles. Do stuff with a clear conscience. Whatever happens, happens.

12. What do you think of maturity? How exactly do you measure it; be it by age or by actions?

Maturity in itself is fucking overrated. It's a near obsolete way in which society base it's shallow thoughts into dividing and segmenting people.

Still, I cannot deny that maturity is in itself a fucken bitch to explain. If one looks at it from an age point of view, what is there to deny that a ten year old person may be more mature than a thirty year old? Who can say? But then again, as we age, wisdom increases, it is an undeniable rule, so by that, age does contribute to maturity. If by actions then we come to the same problem, a ten year old might act in a more 'mature' way then a thirty year old bugger. But then again, is it possible for one to be mature and immature at the same time? You can get a person who is mature in certain aspects but at the same time acts like a toddler in some other aspect. Who's to say? I'm have the mind of a seven year old when it comes to learning stuff and also, unfortunately, the attention span of one but at the same time, my thoughts and soul feels like that of a seventy year old bugger. Both co-exist in a 20 year old body.

13. What the frak is wrong with you?

Phai. That is an answer in itself.

This is messed up.

Toodles.

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It is funny how in times of great boredom, I begin to think, to ponder upon my past sins. Perhaps they themselves have prepared themselves for this moment, in which the absence of stimulation whether physical or mental allows my mind; that twisted void of hate and confusion, to break free from it's bonds, it's heavy chain and shackles. It gives them the freedom to flood my mind with the poison called self pity, it corrodes and it digest my impaired self. Hence, I must ask to be excused, to be forgiven even, for I shall begin this post on an apologetic note.

I have recently been haunted constantly by memories of a great lover, whom I still regard as a person undeserving of what befell her. Yes, she too fell victim to the jagged, poisoned edge jaws of my non-existent attention span, one which I truly do regret. As the days of our romance came to a close, when the gates began to shift, to close, I found myself adamant upon searching her flaws, her faults, some too small for me to even make a fuss on. I, of course, being an egoist, have no illusion on her being perfect but close to it, yes, I shall allow myself to believe it.

We were not, of course, the perfect couple so to speak, not the Romeo and Juliet of modern times but nay, at that moment, fueled with adolescent lust and overdriven by hormones, it did not stop us from brushing off those voices of friends who told us not to. It was perhaps for the greater good, but I for one, do not regret that we took that leap into the welcoming arms of oblivion. Yes, I admit, at the time, I had a few scandals going round, particularly with a close friend of hers and with another friend whom at the moment, I did not particularly have the attraction too. We were happy though, if I have to really say it, I was Orpheus, while she, well fuck, she was Vina Apsara in the flesh. I guess that was the problem really, we might have been great lovers but somehow, our stories did not match. I being Orpheus, seeked her in the underworld and eventually lost her forever and Vina, well Vina really didn't give a fuck did she?

Of course when it comes to the blame, I admit that a large share of the failure falls solely upon myself. I became, as most egoist do, possessive, like a mother and a child, I smothered her, unfairly I might add when I knew that there was an unspoken rule about the whole relationship. We were nothing more than two people looking for solace in each others' arms, once we have depleted each other of warmth, sucked them dry right from inside the bones, we would part.Three years it had taken me to realise that fact and come to think about it,  could have salvaged the relationship, repaired it even, picked up the broken pieces and glued it together again and yet, I did not. I believe that it must have been because I was afraid, fearful of the commitment, being bound to only one person, I thought that would be the death of me. I still wanted to have fun, still wanted to be in the market, still wanted to be, well, a pussy magnet if you could excuse the term. I still have not the slightest inkling on what her full name is, nor her age - I suspect that she is a few years older than me - and her favourite food? Fuck that, I was too busy to notice. I must've wounded her quite deeply I must say, especially when she needed me to listen. She sometimes told me of a relative whom she was very close to and he died at a tragic young age. Until a few days ago, I never did believe her, to put it in simple terms, I suspected that it was a ploy to gain pity, to let me ignore my guard for long enough that she, as a succubus, could get to my soul. Yes, I am quite twisted.

To say that I was acting ungentlemanly would obviously be an understatement, an asshole might suit me better. Whenever she would not express that public display of affection which I thought was quite a suitable way to tell the world that we were in love, I would be overwhelmed by this tide of wrath and fury which now makes no fucking sense. It did not occur to me even once that maybe she was embarrassed or that she had a different way of seeing it. The very fact that she was a celebrated beauty evaded me, any association that she had with any males was a direct bitch-slap on my part, I was envious, the very manifestation of jealousy and it amazes me how I failed to see that she was deeply hurt every time and her heart progressively became icy.

I do however have an excuse, whether legitimate or not, I could really care less for no relationship related matters could actually be the fault of only one party only and for this matter, I put a small share of the blame on the - What else! - Indian gene. See, what I had in mind was a huge epic love story, influenced by no other than those motherfucking Hindi movies where we should, by the fucking logic of nature, traverse plains of existence, soar above skyscrapers and go fucken dance in fucken space beside the fucken stars or something along those lines.  I wanted it to be a story where people would actually remember and pass around; in short, I had illusions of grandeur...

Well, I guess it doesn't really matter now eh. We can all go walk the fucking dinosaur for all I care.

The Formation.

If one has not noticed yet, this is the month where curses and laughs walk hand in hand along a deserted road. This is the month where there are tears amongst joy and angst among cheer. This is the month where the insomniacs have a blast while those who enjoy sleeping while the sun is dead feels utterly fucked.

This is the month of exams.

So, once that borderline blasphemous word comes to mind, there's a few things that can be said about it. There's the long hours spent staring at countless numbers of words, and also an equal amount of time gone into wishing that all would go well. Me, I'm pretty simple-minded, hence, the thing that comes to mind is the all time popular cheat formation. The following has been extracted from the sacred book of 'Oh-For-Fucks-Sakes-Move-Your-Fucking-Hand' which has grown beyond what the original creators could ever imagine. It is embedded in the hearts of those who, in times of need, realised that their brain had given up on them. It is the ultimate move taught in Ninja boarding schools, few have mastered it and fewer still have the ability to execute it. I shall explain about the sacred formation, taken from pages 57 to 94.

1. The Keeper.

One of the villains, these types almost always cause tremendous heartache towards the scholars of the holy Oh-For-Fucks-Sakes-Move-Your-Fucking-Hand book. They are the paladins of answer sheets, their defense is comparable only to the most wizened Defenders of the Book.

They boast multiple anti-cheating moves and have spent years honing them. Amongst the most popular ones are:

- The Moving Fortress.
True to its name, those who have mastered this skill have been amongst the most notorious of adversaries. They're cunning and extremely intelligent, moving parts of their bodies according to the posture of their foe, leaning and bending in such ways which proof that they are in fact, spineless bitching fuckers.

- The Origami Dwarf
They substitute body size with an enormous set of clutter, in which they deftly use to cover up answers. The masters of this art only need the commonest of tools which they could arrange to block and at times, even mock their foes. Pray that they do not own large rulers, I for one have once seen a man's dream crushed just because of it.

- The Queen of Despair
One of the most formidable foe to date, the queens of despair uses their exceedingly good looks and seductive properties to destroy the will of many. A flick of the hair, an innocent gesture, a slight touch of warmth, they convert their innocence into potent venom which they inject into the souls of the fallen.

2. The Defenders

The defenders are a unique set of people who, over the course of history, have found themselves divided into two factions, those who uphold the words of Kael-Shinfuckinawesomin 'Thou shalt defend the people and provide for them' and those who reject it but instead; opt to glorify the Dark King 'Tote-Bastedchild' whose only motto is 'Fuck them, never give anything away. I think you can deduce which one is the good, and which one is the fucked up bastard. Arising from the same origins, their modus operandi isn't that different from each other.

- The Sweeping Hurricane
Offense in Defense. That is what they believe in. In the eyes of the villains, practitioners of this method is extremely respected due to the amount of casualties caused after the exams. They will squeal and they will rat on those who even attempt a slight gaze in their direction. They defend their answers like orcs hoarding a brothel, like barbarians defending their swine. Many have fallen at their feet, and most of them are agile, avoiding contact after the exams in case the assassins come after them. The heroes on the other hand, look at it from a different perspective. They defend their fellow scholars by providing, none may stop them, they construct makeshift slingshots and catapult answers after answers. Their eyes are sharp, and they gather resources from friends and foe alike. Generally well liked in the community, most who tried to destroy them will never again see daylight.

- The Broadway Junkie
Villains use this forbidden technique to gain an advantage over the administrators once they have succeeded in squealing. They will cry, they will weave webs of tales forgotten; tales so intense that those who hear it will be overcome with rage and sympathy. The heroes on the other hand serves as the saviour. They will provide alibi after alibi, all of them foolproof and impenetrable, save from intervention by those wielding the evil power of ultra penetration.

- The Speedsters (Refer to number 4)

3. The Tricksters

These are the holy counter of the Queen of Despair (Refer to 1.4). Most of the time, they have the sweetest smile chiseled on their faces, the world brightens up in their presence, birds sing, puppies get born by the millions and hot busty women tear off their wet white t-shirts and bras in my awesome- I mean their presence. Heart breakers by nature, they carry their gift into the exam hall and utilize every drop of it.

- The Prince Charming.

These are most probably douchebags in reality but during exams, nobody gives a fuck. They get the job done with exceedingly good looks that melts the hearts of the villains, no matter how cold or how dark their hearts are. A few soft words, a slight gesture of intimacy and mixed messages, they prey on the ones with low esteem or better known as the fuglies.

- The Gentleman.

These breed do not excel in the arts of beautifying, instead, they focus more on manipulation. Their minds produce sentences that could fool deities, they weave a web of deception and they lure their prey into it. They convert humility and their mask of low confidence into lethal weapons, their voice glorifies the opponent. Never asking help directly, they make their prey feel comfortable enough to let a few holes in their defense be ignored and then they strike!

- The Clown.

Also referred to as the mimic, the Clown deliberately makes a fool of himself over and over again, inducing laughter in the hearts of many. They are apostles to the secret branch of the sect called the 'Super Duper Bees-Knees Ultra Jinjinachis' or SUDUBEKUJI. The less learned of them would cause the target to be as carefree as a fucking deer, throwing defense into the ocean but the masters... They cause extreme happiness to the extent that the target loses motor control of his/her body and eventually, their will is under the Clown's control.

4. The Speedsters

Speed. That is all that matters to these rare breed of heroes. Their eyes seem as if they are dancing and their hands match the movement. Never letting anything slip, their coordination makes them versatile in many areas from gaining intelligence to patching up failed attempts of distributing said material. Most of the time, they double as makeshift strikers, however, this usually happens in the direst of situations. They are double edged weapons, sometimes their speed proves to be their downfall. Those without a satisfactory level of patience and teamwork finds themselves bored having to stay in the exam hall after completion of their papers. They are the most common kind to turn to the darkside, mainly after being told that they could achieve so much more on their own. Nevertheless, they are a band of fearsome warriors; depending on which side of the coin they rest.

5. The Playmaker.

The more neutral aligned heroes, they keep an open mind towards everything. They incorporate brains and brawn together to form an entity that's worshiped by the scholars of the book.

- The Buffer

These are the transmitters in the circuit of passing answers. They collect whatever material that comes their way, refines them and releases them like neurotransmitters. A godsend to those who are sometimes left out of the circle of the book especially in the back rows, the Buffer represents a bright illuminating light in a world where everything is dark and gloomy.

- The Sacred Armour.

Most of you have met these souls who contrary to their actions, seem to have a level of intelligence that surpasses most normal humans. They do not find the need to follow the book, instead these are the ones who will one day be mentioned in the book. Their handwritings are big and easy to read, their posture; soothing. Wherever they are situated in the exam, an aura of 'Thank God' irradiates from them and most of the receivers of the blessings enjoy a complete and satisfactory life for the rest of the exams.

- The Reaper of Attention

A hybrid is the only accurate way to describe them in which they seem to incorporate trickery (Refer to number 3) with being a Broadway Junkie (Refer to number 2.2). They have a knack for asking questions diverting the attention of everyone towards themselves. Most of the inhabitants of the exam hall would find themselves annoyed but upon closer examination, they have lowered the defense of almost everybody in the hall. This gives an impossibly complete advantage over the heroes to go forth and collect as much intelligence as possible.

6. The Strikers.

Strikers are amazing in a way that they have continuously sacrificed themselves for the good of humanity, yet at the same time, villains have their own set of trumps.

Most of the strikers have a respectable or even fearsome connection to the Administration. Some are tauted as the next leaders of the people, some are definite CEOs of multinational companies. Hence, with this advantage, they are never fearful in practicing the code of the Book but as usual, it depends on which side they are on. Both sides could sway the minds of the Administration with their word and in the exam hall, both sides are given the riskiest jobs. The heroes are to contain whatsoever it is that they receive till the suitable time and then release it to the masses while the villains are to block the heroes' quest. They have to do every single job there is in the book, and for that, I shall not criticize them, not heroes nor villains for they are truly the legends of our time.

I have now passed on a fraction of the knowledge which I have bore all this while. I too, once when I was a youngling, received this from my elders. Even now, as I continue writing, I could notice the tremors reverberating throughout my body... It's cold, and as days pass, I know it will grow colder still... So go, my children, uphold the code of the Book, pick your side and defend it! My era has ended, yours have just begun, make us proud!