File #5

Lord chuckled as he addressed the listener, expressing his tendency to exaggerate how the media portrayed things. "Ah, the media, my dear friend," he said with a wry grin. "They have a way of turning a mundane event into a catastrophic spectacle. You see, my imagination tends to take flight when it comes to their dramatic presentations."

He leaned closer to the microphone, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "According to the media, every news story is a life-or-death situation, a battle of epic proportions. A minor disagreement becomes a war, and a hiccup in the economy becomes an imminent apocalypse. Oh, the drama! It's like they're auditioning for the lead roles in a soap opera."

Lord shook his head, his amusement is evident. "But fear not, dear listener, for I am here to provide you with a more grounded perspective. I'll peel back the layers of sensationalism and show you the world as it truly is. Well, as close to the truth as I can manage, anyway. Let's face it, the reality is often far less exciting than the media would have us believe."

He paused for a moment, his voice turning more serious. "But in all seriousness, it's important to be critical of the information we receive. Question everything, my friends. Don't just accept what the media feeds you. Seek out multiple sources, dig deeper, and form your own conclusions. Remember, the truth is a slippery creature, and sometimes, you have to chase it down yourself."

Lord leaned back, his tone laced with a hint of mischief. "So, let's embark on this journey together, shall we? Prepare to unravel the tales, expose the exaggerations, and discover the hidden truths beneath the glossy surface. It's going to be quite the adventure, my friend. Buckle up and get ready for a wild ride!"

"So my dear Watson, let us go forward with...Alright, I'm done with the stupid filler let's start after they sent Marie to her room with me and I realized I've put two recordings in one file...just try and use your common sense okay?"

I pressed the buttons on the elevator, entering a series of numbers that corresponded to Marie Swinter's birthday. Seriously, who in their right mind uses their child's birthday as a password?

It's like handing a gold-plated invitation to hackers and identity thieves. Sometimes, I just can't fathom the thought process behind people's choices.

As the elevator ascended, my mind wandered back to the events of the past few days. The media had painted this rosy picture of everyone flocking to America, the supposed oasis in this post-apocalyptic world.

I couldn't help but scoff at the idea. Did the United Nations gather for a cozy little assembly, sipping tea and debating the merits of America? Please.

We all know what really drives decisions—oil, food, and, let's not forget, water. And with the British navy hanging around, it was the most logical choice, wasn't it? It's amazing how politics work when the stakes are high.

But enough about that. Let's get back to the present. Breaking the narrative for a moment, I have to admit something. My ego, oh boy, it's been growing. Not that it wasn't already massive, to begin with. It just decided to make a grand entrance at this point in time.

You see, it's always been there, lurking in the shadows, but it's gotten harder to suppress lately. The effects? Well, they're pretty serious, I must say. But hey, it's just a part of who I am—a self-aware, ego-driven force of nature.

Returning to the story, Marie Swinter had been sent to her room, and her parents, oblivious to my true nature, sent me with her. Ah, the joys of being a trustworthy companion.

Little do they know, I'm more of a mischievous chameleon than a faithful friend. As we walked towards her room, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. Sadness for the poor souls who think a companion like me is their saviour.

Entering her room, I took a moment to assess the situation. Marie, in her innocence, had no clue about the intricate web of lies I spun around her. She was just a pawn in my grand scheme, a puzzle piece waiting to be moved. But for now, I played the part, acting as if I was there for her benefit.

Leaving Marie in her room, I made my way to the elevator. As I stepped inside, I pressed the button for the ground floor, pretending to be distracted by my surroundings. In reality, I had a plan—a plan to explore, uncover secrets, and exploit weaknesses.

But first, I needed to crack the code. And what better code to crack than Marie's birthday? 2, 0, 0, 6—I entered the numbers, shaking my head at the foolishness of it all. What kind of parent uses such an obvious password? It's like leaving the front door wide open and inviting trouble to come waltzing in.

As the elevator descended, I couldn't help but ponder the absurdity of it all. Here I was, embarking on another adventure, surrounded by unsuspecting individuals, and carrying a secret agenda of my own.

Life is a strange and twisted game, my friends, and I intend to play it with all the wit, charm, and deviousness at my disposal. The next chapter awaits, and I'm ready to dive headfirst into the unknown.

I cautiously made my way through the dimly lit doctoral room, the kind of place that would give anyone the heebie-jeebies. Seriously, who keeps crawling parasites in jars down here?

But hey, it turned out to be my lucky day because that creepy setup gave me the perfect cover to outsmart whoever was lurking in the shadows.

As I pretended to be distracted, I could hear the faint sound of breathing nearby. Ah, the thrill of potential danger. It's like a rollercoaster ride, but with more sharp objects and fewer safety precautions. My mind went into overdrive, processing a thousand different scenarios and concocting the perfect plan to take down my unknown adversary.

The room itself was a mess, with medical equipment scattered all over the place. Amidst the chaos, a glimmer of metal caught my eye. Ah, sweet, sweet scalpel. You may be small, but you're mighty. Just the kind of tool I needed to turn the tables in my favour.

In the midst of all the excitement, my thoughts wandered back to Marie and her parents. They had sent me to her room, oblivious to the fact that I'm not exactly your average concerned companion. I'm scared.

Ha! They have no idea what lurks beneath this charming façade. Fear is just another spice in the recipe of life, my friends.

But back to the task at hand. The unseen adversary was getting closer, probably thinking they had the upper hand. Little did they know, they were playing checkers while I was playing 3D chess. Oh, the sweet taste of victory that awaited me.

I took a quick inventory of my surroundings, scanning for any advantage I could exploit. And then it hit me—the poor lighting. Whoever set up this little trap didn't account for my love of shadows and theatrics.

In the darkness, I was a master of disguise, a ghost with a scalpel. Or should I say, a scalpel-wielding phantom?

So, there I stood, shrouded in darkness, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The tension was thick, but I thrived on it.

This was my stage, my moment to shine. And shine I would, like a twisted star in this macabre performance.

With every nerve tingling and my mind sharp as a tack, I embraced the darkness within me. Sorry, pal, but you've just stepped into the ring with the heavyweight champion of mind games.

Prepare to be outsmarted, outmaneuvered, and outclassed.

As the invisible adversary crept closer, I relished in the anticipation. Oh, the irony of it all. They thought they had the upper hand, but little did they know they were about to face a force they couldn't comprehend.

The game was afoot, and I was ready to dance in the shadows, my scalpel poised for the grand finale.

So, whoever you are, prepare to meet your match. My name's Lord Goldsworth, and I'm about to show you why they call me the master of deception. Cue the dramatic music and let the games begin!"

"I think that was a nice ending right?.. I'm really tired of eating pasta so I'll get some pizza, see you later or you guys or girls...Whatever you are okay?"

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