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the end of scientology The End Of Scientology.the end of scientology
David Miscavige was downstat. There was no other way to say it. In the two years since the leak of their internal video onto the Internet, things had gone bad. Oh sure, at the start it was under control, their legal teams had issued cease and desist notices to the websites hosting it, but then someone took notice. Some Thing, he would prefer to call it, but there was only one name to go by; Anonymous.
At first he had read up on the subject
by ~jackle
Dreamer DreamerDreamer
Staring down on a lit city - doesn’t matter which one it is - you could almost be fooled into thinking this world was peaceful and calm. That the horrors of war, hate, loneliness, greed, want and need didn’t touch the soil of this beautiful place. I had felt that too at first when I came here to see the one I loved. A calm wind, a bright full moon, silent apart from wildlife.. It’s perfect, isn’t it? It was, until I was alone. Left behind, because I wanted to know if I could live here. They understood, and left me be, and left.
It’s been so long, now. &n
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RampantRampantRampant
“Fox-2, are you going to shut the fuck up or not?” “I’m telling you guys, that damn jet is going to take off!” I’d sigh but the repercussions of that are quite odd, I agree with the sarge though, I wish he’d shut up. “Sarge, I swear there’s a pilot in there!” “Fox-2, maintain radio silence or I’ll shoot your damn cockpit myself!” I’d offer to do it myself but I’m right next to fox-2 and moving would get me killed. Sitting in a several hundred ton battle suit kind of makes you a target. Sitting in one while trying to snipe from the top of a hill is pure lunacy. I can’t see fr
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Facing deathFacing DeathFacing death
I stand atop a valley ridge, overlooking the lush forest that reaches the horizon, it is sunset. If you should ask, my name is ‘Rhythm’. No, it’s not my real name, but it is the only one I go by – the name I am given as a warrior. I let the cool wind rush between my still fingers, I am motionless but my mind is in an adrenaline rush. For below me in the valley swarms the black tidal wave of my nation’s enemies. Why am I here if I see this? I am a scout runner – one sent to observe our boarder, which is exactly where I stand. They are coming to invade, and I am alone. However, it do
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