Hoboken, New Jersey
July 1841
Hoboken, New Jersey July 1841 Cain sat here because he had to think. When he began this, he had had a plan. “It was kill apes, create chaos. Then kill more apes. Then kill more apes. Finally, it was to kill the Ambassador.” Now, nothing was working exactly as it was supposed to. “First the Council decided on sending my younger brother to stop me. MY YOUNGER BROTHER THING!! He is a small picture guy. He has no concept of what I am doing. How DARE the Council believe they have the authority to stop me. No being has ever attempted to stop me.” “Next, the Ambassador DARES to give me orders.” “Lastly.” He stopped. He didn’t want to say it. “Lastly, thing, I have the beginnings of the Curse.” Thing laughed, silently but heartily. He stared at the wall in front of him. Spread out
Prologue When I began this, I promised myself I would write as complete and entertaining a lie as possible. After finishing, I believed I had carried out this promise. However, the company that would eventually print this insisted that I needed to include other details. They wanted the truth. I have never let something like the truth stand in the way of a good story. That means that in the following story some of the lies are true. Alternatively it means that several of the lies are true. You figure it out.* * *
August 20, 2020
The next morning, technically the next afternoon, I awoke. The only thing about the previous twelve hours was the Willis’ deaths and the visit from the space guy. Digging in my shirt pocket, I retrieved it. It was roughly five inches square, although it seemed to have no controls on it. I was about to drop it back into my shirt when it seemed to come on. At what I would become familiar with, the video began with the location and year of the occurring event. &nbs
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