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I turned away now knowing what all this unwanted attention could do to my dream, the dream of Pikestown; The Turquoise Temple.

I ran out of the mini-palace at this moment after thinking of the consequences. It was more than just worry, more so a crazy panic. Could the Iranians start their nuclear holocaust here? Would the coalition of Bush and Blair attack at any moment? Would PeTa start million man marches outside the gates of Pikestown? It was thinking about this sort of stuff that drove me crazy in 1991. But at least I had some sort of peace that I relied on from myself and my own ideology. I needed answers to these questions quick.

Away from all other life at the camp I needed more time to think, so I went and hid in the bushes and trees near the so-called showers. I rested by a stream that ran through this part of the camp. It was a peaceful place and I’d needed it at this moment of panic, near on madness. Derek had gone mad because Margot was murdered by a mad nazi scientist, for me it was the fear of what could be.
Although I had said to my followers that fear wasn’t real and part of the conspiracy to keep us docile and in our places I knew it was real and this moment illustrated that clearly. My problem wasn’t my own though, for years I’d listened to other people and believed everything from the reptilians to the theories on the how Michael Jackson was actually ruler of the universe. I had said to my followers that they were being manipulated but it was actually me manipulating them, mostly, and me the one who had been manipulated more than anyone else. It had eventually made me what I didn’t want to be - the extremist-eccentric guy that was the butt of all jokes (and role-play stories on the internet!). I had claimed I had the answers to the ultimate questions, but they were a mix of other people’s ideas and theories, so in all I’m a phoney and a plagiarist hack. I didn’t have the answer to the question of all questions, and in truth no one does. I suppose it’s something that we’ll find out when we die.

I took off all my clothes and walked naked into the tranquil stream passing before me. “I am me, I am free” I whispered under breathe. I looked down at the water to see my reflection and didn’t feel free. I was a man in chains. The followers were no different, and like me had realised it too.

Seeing my face reflected in the water made me wish I would have seeked professional when I most needed it, instead I went to a spiritualist who’d told me that I was in fact the son of god and not a crazy fool. I regret being so naïve. All I want now is those lost years, and now I think of what could have been. If I would have had the proper help I could have been controller of sports at the BBCC or something like that. I am now a bitter old man of wasted opportunity and mistakes.

The stream was a dumping ground for human waste, so on seeing the turd-logs float past and sensing a nasty pong I fled the stream. I was in no doubt that the turq-shirts had done this on purpose, knowing of my presence at the stream and my state of mind.
I lay down at the side of the now pungent stream. Being in there any longer could have meant this difference between life and death. Disease and infection were rife at the camp and with no medical supplies so most that had caught something from the refugee camp-like conditions died within a few days. I pulled out my cell-phone to call the Iranian ambassador for Pikestown.

It rang and I had a feeling he wasn’t gonna be best pleased with all the Fox News attention.
“Hello?” I said as I got through.
“Is that you Mr Pike?” Sounding angry and uptight.
“Yes, it’s Mr Dave Pike, from the Turquoise Temple here at Pikestown.”
“Mr Pike we have a problem, you and your partners names are plastered all over the newspapers and News Channels. Today, Mr Blair said you and Derrik were part of world evil. Our intelligence says that they may have their intelligence in your camp.”
“Huh? Who’s this intelligence guy?” I was confused.
“No…You have CIA and MI5 operatives inside your camp. It may be that while you came from the south that they came along with the genuinely foolish people.”
“Oh.” Inside my blood was boiling and the anxious panic I felt before had nothing on this.
“No Mr Pike, it’s not ‘oh’. Do you understand what this means? The rise of Islamic world could well be stopped because of your negligence and failure to check the people who are in your camp. Our leader is especially angry with you and threatens that your town will be the first to be destroyed, along with the rest Mexico. The plans for the nuclear cleansing of this world have been brought forward by two years, and the attack is planned for the coming three weeks. It will be a time of jubilation for all jihadists who oppose the American way.”
“Are you serious?!?!” I replied, horrified.
“Yes. The weapons we will be using came from Saddam Hussein before the 2003 invasion and are perfectly capable of destroying all life on this planet three times over. There will be no averting the Islamic way, it is written in the scriptures and will come to fruition, of that I am in no doubt of. There are chances that there will be lone Mad Max’s who survive, but very few. Two of these may survive in locations that include the East of England and the state of South Carolina. I know of this because I read the scriptures and it states of two such Men, Alex and another called Michael”
“Oh really, that’s lovely.” I replied, not believing a word of the scriptures part.
He continued, “This Islamists will rule the world, Iran will not be touched by any Nuclear weapons, whereas everywhere bar China and us will be burning nuclear smoulder. No one wanted this Mr Pike, but in 1948 your governments to decided to let the Jews steal the Islamic holy land of Palestine. Three weeks, Dave. The world will be a different place, please root out the operatives and stay silent on the coming nuclear apocalypse.” The phone then rang dead and he was gone, but I was horrified. This was the awakening I needed, for it has been the kind of person I had been who was no different to that of the Iranian president and his cohorts. They were extreme and I wouldn’t be so much from now on. I would need to find the operatives and tell them of the plans of the mad Iranians.
    
I ran back to the mini-palace to find Derrik. He and Steve were just outside the mini-palace filming some kind of advert involving a crane and nazi gold. Looking up at the crane I noticed a plane just above the camp. Two people jumped out and parachuted into the camp, these were Frau Boll, Steve’s wife and Fritz Loob, Steve’s financial adviser. Both were German and Steve soon revealed the truth about who he really was.
Just outside the camp at the same time, hundreds of animal rights protesters who’d seen the Fox News report on the Baboon killing held peaceful protests. A few old women heckled me, calling me “Murderer!”, and some help protest banners and signs, yet all this was the least of my worries, considering that the world itself could change in just over three weeks time into a full blown Islamic one.


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Bloodsteve had revealed himself to be Uwe Boll. I wasn't shocked because I'd never heard the name Uwe Boll before. Amazingly, his wife and financial adviser(two people) had found out about his exile to Piketown/Okracabana/Anti-Reptillian DMZ. They knew him very well, so they had surmised that he would be working on some new [sign in to see URL] them. So they parachuted in to make sure that they would partake in the financing of the auteur's next production, but they would be mistaken, because it's my Nazi gold and my production. Unfortunately, he had not revealed any information about the Nazi Crane, but he did promise Nazi gold. With this gold, I would then force him to build the Nazi Crane. Nevertheless, we had found another crane, and, if necessary, we could convert it's political beliefs to Nazi-ism.

Dave's presence seemed to agitate the large group of people that had gathered outside the fence. These people were obviously animal rights degenerates, and they were in for a few bad days. I would challenge their shock threshold soon enough as Bloodsteve would film the opening scene of my movie: Most Of The Living Dead. Bloodsteve said we should choose a temporary title(to discourage media leaks), but I thought Space Invaders 2K6 sounded a bit too strange. He also said he could provide a fake script, storyboards, and a first print of the film, if I paid him 15 million EU bucks. This suddenly didn't sound fake, and I told him that it was too much effort. It would help us if the media knew of the blood that we were unleashing in the real film, one which didn't entitle royalties to David Hasselhoff.

"Derek, we have a problem" said Dave. "MI5 and CIA are in the camp, undercover. And there's poo in the river-it's a sign." A shock. It must be a lie of some kind, because nothing seemed out of place. Work was progressing. Our friends in the desert were pleased with our efforts. The turquoiseshirts were always obedient.

I would deal with this quickly: "PETA is the poo in our river, and so is Foxnews. Don't you know that those animal rights clowns bring their animals with them? Those animals poo, and the poo is placed in the river. That's ethical to PETA, because they are evil morons. And I think I know how to deal with those intelligence agents."

"They are closing in" Dave said, more disturbed than ever, "and I don't see a way out for us. The Iranians didn't say how many were here."

"Oh no" I said. "That means that our desert friends are here, too, watching."

"Yeah-" continued Dave "-they also need all the weapons by three weeks." Ah, I thought, maybe I wouldn't have to worry about finding new people to replenish the turquoiseshirts, because there wouldn't be anyone left. Suddenly I had a thought....

I pulled Dave away from Bloodsteve, whom was now known to be Uwe Boll and had been asked to be called DOCTOR Bloodsteve: Rock Your Face. We walked away from the fences. Dave looked tense enough to make my idea work.

"I've just been thinking" said Dave. "It might be too late, as the world is going to end. But maybe I could get things back in order. Stop my campaign against Reptillians. Perhaps I could rejoin the Green Party."

I cut back in as soon as we neared a few turquoise shirts: "Stop talking crazy or you're gonna scare the help." Now I would play the game of international espionage, with no alliances. By doing this, I would insure that no one would walk away, not even China. "WHY DO THE IRANIANS WANT TO ATTACK ISRAEL AND AMERICA IN THREE WEEKS? LET'S GO BACK IN THE HOUSE AND ASK OSAMA."

"You stupid f*ck" blurted Dave as I yanked him to the house. "You have just killed us."

Dave didn't understand, but it would be clear soon enough. For laughs, I had put Yoko in the house's main entrance. Dave and I wouldn't go back in there, though. Instead, we would rejoin the doctor of film, Bloodsteve, for the making of his last film.

Time was indeed running out for us, and I wouldn't waste it with these poeple. I didn't quite believe what the scriptures taught, that Michael of South Carolina and Alex of East of England would survive the end of times. However, the names sounded quite familiar, and if I survived the coming conflict I would deliver turquoise shellsuits to these two haters.

My friend was confused now but he followed along nicely. He knew that I could spin a lie with equal or better skill than he could create a conspiracy theory. I had once seen an original draft of his entitled "The Vietnam War Was Actually A Mass Suicide", and I thusly knew that his tangents controlled him. I would see that he could contribute later, but for nor the plan was mine.

At the gates, Doctor Bloodsteve was screaming at the animal rights terrorists, who were apparently taking the filmmaker to task: "The film never had a chance. There was too much dialogue. Don't make fun of my people. Tarantino isn't real. He's a group of foley artists that like to drink while writing. It's called Formula One, ya motherf*ckers, and it rules your world." I actual found this funny and didn't move to help Doctor Bloodsteve. As they say, debate is good, and at this time it was good at providing a laugh for me and Dave. But Dave was confused.

"He has them beaten, doesn't he?" said Dave.

"Yeah. He'll put the nail in the coffin by reciting soccor scores."

"What a genius" continued Dave. "I loved House Of The Mad Scientist. It was brilliant symbolism-let me explain it-with a mad scientist and an island, which represents America. We know it's America because naked girls are paid to be there for dancing on a stage. Prochnow, the crown jewel of a great film career, plays the role of a boat captain. He is the German Christopher Columbus, finding America, delivering the kids to the party. It's really a breakthrough role for him."

As Dave bombarded me with inconsequential trivia about Bloodsteve's film career, none of which would matter soon, I got very angry. In fact, I had enough time to become bored, pray for death, and get angrier because my prayer was unanswered.

But then I remembered that I had been improving myself during these past few months. I had worked on developing a skill for use in times like this. Prayer wasn't necessary to use the skill, but prayer certainly wouldn't hinder the skill.

"Bloodsteve, watch me" I said to the doctor of film.

I waited for the unseen voice to command me to FINISH HIM! Then I pulled the skin away from my face with one hand in a much-practiced motion, leaned over in front of Bloodsteve's wife and business partner, and proceeded to spit fire all over them until nothing remained of the two but a dark spot on the dirt. Next I put the skin back on my face and regarded Bloodsteve with the sort of indignation one would reserve for an animal that had urinated on the wrong rug.

I then said the only thing that I knew to say: "You work for me, a**hole. The movie has changed. It won't be anything like what you were talking about with your underwriters. This time we're gonna make a movie about stuff that matters: Okra and Pike. We won't play vampires, or robots or zombies or any combination of the three. This film will show what Dave and I are all about, and production will be complete within the next three weeks. We also want to discredit Alex and Mike for later."

I looked over to Dave. He was beginning to smile. Yoko sat far behind him, clapping. Life was good.

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The past two days had been hectic, but also strange knowing of the coming apocalypse. We’d worked our arses off filming scenes for the movie about me and Derek and today would be no acceptation.

It was a musky grey morning, and the rest of the crew, which consisted of mainly turquiseshirts were already out and ready for the shoot in the barn. I had hardly slept, yesterday was hell. We had filmed although the night, shooting three scenes. The scenes were mostly interior shots which were filmed in a sleeping barn that was supposed to replicate the London Underground.
The film was a biopic of the two of us, from Derrik’s first encounter with ghosts, to my ridiculing on the Sir Larry Wogan show. The last scene we filmed last night went on for hours and was the death ritual of the vulnerables incident at Clapham common by Freddie Murcury, Elton John and hundreds more of the world’s elite. Amazingly we found Mexican look-a-likes for both the Elton and Freddie characters. Bloodsteve also hired several hundred poor Mexican peasants from a local mud hut community.
We filmed the scene behind the mini-palace, in a flat wooded area in the small piece of forest land which was just inside the camp parameters. Surprisingly, Doctor Bloodsteve had stayed true to what actually happened, making sure that everything looked right. He even had several of the turq-shirts make him a giant blender. Unfortunately the peasants playing the venerables who’d die in the blender died You see we didn’t have any of money for the CGI so we had to shoot in real-time and the people inside the blenders were chopped to pieces. What the hell does it matter anyway, they will all be dead anyway I thought, just to hide my dark guilt. Steve said that it added “Realism to what actually happened, yah”.

It was their third day and they we still there, outside the gates holding banners and screaming at us. Some had heeded my words in lectures I gave to them and joined the camp, working in the weapons factory or helping on the set of the movie. The other die-hard types wouldn’t give and heckled everyone in the barn during film yesterday. The more extreme elements of the protesters joined the turquoise temple only later to entirely stop filming for a few hours by setting fire to the barn. Thankfully these arseholes were rooted out by Miguel and Alvarez, and shot, which stopped other faux infiltrators from doing the same. Miquel and Alvarez kept order while we filmed our first scene of the day, simply entitled in the script “Fergal”.

We were all ready to begin and Fergal was to be played by a Turquoise-shirt called Connor. The film would slant the truth slightly.

We soon began shooting from the script.
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BloodSteve directed his orders at us, “Okay, in one, two and three and action”

*Down in the Underground*
Derrik: Oh my, look. Look Dave, it’s a poor idiot boy.
Dave: Yes, a victim of the illuminati I’d say.
Fergal: Please sirs, I’ve been down here for weeks, the big nasty [sign in to see URL] came and kidnapped me. He make me work, er…as a prostitute, a rent-boy. He killed my family and sold me to a lord who bummed me repeatedly. I was carted off to the house of Lords and they bummed me too, as with the senate, same there too…Repeated bummings and horrible icky pain.
Derrik: A victim of the Illuminati that’s for sure. This poor, innocent young man has been corrupted by those sick bastards.
Dave: Yeah, sick bastards.
Fergal: You say the illuminati?
Dave Yes, the sick bastards.
*Fergal starts to cry*
Fergal: I know of them. They are the lords, MP’s and the senators.
Derrik: Oh my, Margot tells me this young man has a bad vibe about him. We must stay clear of him Dave. As I said, corrupted.
*Dave grabs Derrik and throws him against the wall, Derrik then falls down onto the tracks*
Derrik: What the hell?
Dave: This young man holds the key. He can expose his abusers, and with our help we nurse him back to health. He could also take part in the book.
Derrik: Okay, very well.
*The three of them are walking through the underground. Suddenly, a whole squadron of men in black suits appear with large bazookas*
Man In Black #1: We told you not to talk and we told you what would happen if you did so.
Man In Black #2: Yeah!
Dave: You’re all pathetic. Is this justice? What happened to love?
Man In Black #2: Shut it imbecile. We see and hear everything! EVERYTHING!
Man In Black #1: Okay, let him have it boys. This human was too stupid.
*Dave and Derrik vault back away from Fergal, who explodes into a thousand pieces as the the bazooka rounds from six of the men in black explode on impact with Fergal*
Derrik: Jesus…damn it.
Man In Black #1: Your Jesus won’t save you. We will go now but be warned, we see everything. EVERYTHING!
*The Men in Black disappear*
…Scene wraps…

Okay so it wasn’t exactly what happened down on the underground but no one was to know.

We all scattered for a break. Me, Derrik and Connor went inside the mini-palace for a celebratory drink. Scott wouldn’t be celebrating anything though because he knew the truth of Fergal’s demise.

“I’m Fergal’s brother by the way,” he then launched himself at me in an unprovoked attack.


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So Dave's unexplained love for the Fergal now came to bear, as Fergal's brother avenged the idiot.

"Dave," I said as Connor tried to strangle my friend, "now we get to do a scene of you killing Fergal's brother. For the sake of entertainment, we'll let the spearchuckers off the hook."

The fight had turned into a strangling contest, now it began to look like some kind of weird, leader-less dance as they tussled about.

I didn't know Fergal too well, but I had borrowed the clothing from his dead body. This might make us brothers, but would I want to kill Dave if it were so?

"F*CKING SPEARCHUCKERS" yelled Dave and went at the fight with renewed strength. Connor would lose soon.

"You said spearchuckers" said Connor, suddenly unsure of what was happening.

"It was the spearchuckers that killed your brother" I said. "We followed them along the tubes and killed them. Or should I say Dave did. He's going to kill you, too, because he's got the wiry strength of a total maniac."

"If you live" said Dave "you might carry this message to the world: We no longer negotiate. We only stomp lizards as we find them."

I broke in again, because Dave needed positive reinforcement: "Boo-yah. Well said, David." I thought about this for a second. We had the upper hand here. Connor was already in the film, so he wouldn't be needed again unless Doctor Bloodsteve fudged Connor's scenes. It would be prudent to get Connor onto our side. Then I must do what I do best. I placed the back of my hand to my cheek(face) and began my charade. "Tis me, Fergal. How you Connor. I see you attack my Davie. Why?" I almost broke into laughter as I said the words my Davie. It worked. Conner looked like he had seen a ghost as I spoke. Unfortunately, Dave was taken in by my charade as well. "I'm ready for Oprah, Davie."

Dave almost freaked, while Conner seemed bewildered.

"No" said Conner. "We won't let her use you again on her show. Listen to this, mates. The last time we were on Oprah's show she introduced Ferg as a college professor that snorted drugs, and I was shown as his brother, the child molestor." Conner, unknowingly, was now inducted into our club. I could use this man to watch Bloodsteve as the film was edited.

I pretended to become aware again and Dave explained that the Stot's had been totally misrepresented by Oprah.

So filming would continue, though the sh*t was getting deep.

Outside again, Dave began assaulting the protestors with a speech:
"Animals were created by the Reptillians. Created to control us." Someone threw a MacVomitBox at Dave. It missed the mark, splashing sickly behind him. "The animals have more advanced speech than we do. They hear things that we can't, because they require security in messaging." The crowd was suddenly very silent. Dave was playing to their love of animals. "They have a collected mind, with a singular goal-to shepard man. They have seen all of our great moments and all of our tragedies. Animals watched as tax enforcers flew airliners by remote control into your World Trade Center and Pentagon. Having seen everything men have done, the animals have increased their wisdom and knowledge. They know that professional boxing is fake because they can smell the competitors. The competitors are robots, programmed to win and lose as decided by Jews. The animals can smell them and they can see into the boxers' crude mechanical eyes."

Many of the people in the crowd were nodding in approval, and some were even yelling their approval. Dave was eating this up. It's really too bad that the world would end soon.

I noticed that Bloodsteve had appeared with a crane to film this. It was just a regular crane, this time, but we would see about that. I had scheduled a few hours, before the cataclysm, for interrogating the doctor of film and then retrieving the real Nazi crane. The purpose of the Nazi crane would be kept secret until there was no other choice. By then, no one would be able to stop me.

Dave kept going: "Animals have seen Tony Blair lie to the elderly. They have seen the elderly being forced to eat their pet's food and the animals do not easily forgive this. But their hatred is rightly directed at the man responsible. Animals have watched people kill their unborn children, because the 'timing wasn't right' or 'it prevent them for some period of time from being sexually active with multiple partners.' Perhaps pregnancy made them look fat, and that to look fat could never be allowed. A lady must look her best to attract a rap superstar."

The crowd were really getting into this. Joe began to sing some song in his native tongue. I knew not what it was, but it sounded very triumphant. I was proud, too.

"Animals let us put them in cages, because for them the cage is freedom. They see the bars, with us on the other side, and say THAT is the cage. They have seen Pokeman and know that it is all bullsh*t. The animals have seen Wal-Mart from afar and aren't impressed. Prices aren't the biggest concern for our genetic cousins, nor is quality important. But being there is priceless. They don't destroy cities after soccer games-win or lose, mostly because they don't care. If a BBC talking head mauls the hell out of a retired player, it's okay, because you've got to consider the source. Animals have also seen George Bush, and, like you, they hate him for being rich. Secretly, the animals suspect that WMDs will be found one day, but only after Bush is out of office. The Bush family dog will watch the former President upon his hearing the news, and the dog will see Bush laugh and cry at the same time. The animals know that Bush knows, deep inside, that he is an evil rich man and that he hates all black people for simply being black."

After this, Dave's speech, Bloodsteve yelled "CCCCCCUUUTTTTTTTT and do one more take!" There was only one thing left to do.

"Manny-" I said, "shoot this cornholder. Then distribute his body in the turquoise-shirt's food."

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Things were taken out of context and it was my lack of understanding of what a metaphor is that led to Derrik, telling Manny, a nickname for Miguel to shoot me. The problem with animal theory was that it was a comparison between human and animal instincts originally, but I felt it needed some spice (fiction) to keep my readers from feeling apathetic or bored. Thus, I added that that the more powerful the animal, the more chances that it picks up the reptilian state of mind from it owners, like presidents and kings and so on

I turned away from the gates and didn’t know that I being filmed by Steve for the movie. Looking back at the crews’ faces I could tell they could see through the nonsense that the animal rights protesters lapped up.

Moving passed them I felt it right that I and the crew needed time away from each other and to be honest the film was mostly finished so couldn’t care too much anymore. I knew I could trust Doctor Bloodsteve, he was a genius. He’d soon hire some Mexican peasant to play a half decent version of me.

 Time had been strange while playing a faux version of me, and acting in a faux version of what actually happened. It had been fun, but Derrik seemed wary of my motives behind the movie. Steve had secret meeting with me before we started and I told him that the movie must stay well clear of the “Ghost” subject. Maybe it was the secret meeting, the topic of it and the fact that Derrik had become a total control freak of late, insisting that it was his and Joe’s movie. I told him the film “would be a joint project,” this seemed to upset him. I think he knew of the meeting and that Margot and Joe weren’t spirit guides in the film but friendly invisible Reptilians.

I walked up to the mini-palace and from behind Derrik shouted his order to Miguel, “Shoot this cornholder,” he said. Miguel who was lying in the swing chair on the porch got up.

“Huh? What does yah want Mr Okra?” He replied.
Derrik walked away from the rest of the crew and towards Miguel, “Kill the cornholder!” It was now that every one of the crew, the turquoise shirts and the animal rights protesters scattered not knowing who a bullet was meant for.
“Who dat?” Miguel replied dumbfounded.
Derrik walked up the porch steps angrily, grabbed a rifle from the rack and pointed to whom he meant as the cornholder.

From a distance it looked like a Yoko, or some other ape but it wasn’t. Kan Waski had been warned by Derrik before in the gun factory, and Derrik had threatened the old man before, saying “You’re too old, and would be better off dead.”

Poor Watski had already screwed up once yesterday, wandering on to the set of the movie and coming in shot while we filmed another Underground scene in the barn. It meant a reel of film was wasted and the scene had to be filmed again. Derrik attacked him then and his stress levels rose as he had to re-shoot a scene involving Courtland Elliot, which went on for ages.

The camp looked empty; everyone was hiding, but senile old man Watski stayed outside walking about in circles talking to himself, cradling his sore head in one hand from Derrik’s beating yesterday. He was a turquoise man doomed.

“I won’t do it,” Miguel said defiantly.
“Okay, don’t. Take this then,” Derrik smashed the butt of the rifle into Miguel’s forehead. Miguel then lay unconscious from the blow, but still alive.

Just like Jim Jones at Jonestown, there’s was a peak to madness that left many dead. Would it happen now?

Derrik stormed forth with the rifle held with military precision. Watski still walked in his circles, now gibbering like a fool.

I stayed well back and as Derrik ran towards Watski took my chance to hide. I ran into the bushes near the shower block. Also hiding there were a dozen crew members, two or three turq-shirts and Steve. We all watched as Derrik went mad on the little ape man.

“Oh my god!” Steve whispered to me.
“What is it?” I asked back.
“He looks like the key maker from The Matrix film.”
“Oh yeah” I replied, not caring for Steve’s appreciation of Movies that only served to Hollywood-ize the truth.

Now standing next to the man Derrik held the rifle to Watski’s head. The little ape man now knew of the presence of Okra.

“Preaassee! Don’t k-k—ill me.” Watski was terrified, begging on his knees.
“I’m afraid Mr Watski, you’ve failed the tests. It’s natural selection here. If we let every Jap into our camps we could lose the war. Your skin will be used for lampshades in the SS offices in Berlin and Treblinka.” Derrik replied?

This was a classic case of spirit guide possession, where the spirit guide possesses the hosts body and thinks it’s actually in there original time zone. For Joe, he thinks this is Nazi concentration camp.

Suddenly, as he was about to kill Watski, Derrik/Joe began to spasm and dropped down onto the dry sandy surface of the camp. This was a sign that Derrik was taking control of his body. Derrik/Joe began to foam at the mouth. After a couple of minutes he picked up the rifle and shot poor Kan Watski. Upon hearing the shot, Watski’s relatives, also turq-shirts, jump out from hiding. Each of these had different ways of calming Derrik/Joe down from a murderous rage, Shunji Aji was a bit of a comedian, Hoq Mansu liked to talk business and Matzi Ube like to use Martial Arts.

Derrik/Joe would have their fate in his hands.


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The old keymaker would vex me no more, but the same could not be said of his family which fast approached me.

Shanji Aji spoke first: "What do you get when you cross Okra with a nazi action film?"

Hoq Mansu then added: "You get death of productive worker. Boss should wipe his face sometimes, too."

Matzi Ube delivered a sharp kick to my chest. It hurt quite a bit, but I couldn't help but think that I deserved all of it. The old man was dead because of me. Joe had pushed me into this, but I had finished it of my own volition. Doctor Bloodsteve had been my intended target, but the attempt on his life had gone terribly wrong.

"Why you hit bossman" said Hoq Mansu, pulling Matzi Ube away from me. This was apparently some sort of family business that must be settled.

"He deserve it" responded Matzi Ube.

"Maybe he shoot you too" said Hoq Mansu. Shanji laughed and was then rewarded with a slap by Hoq Mansu.

"You hit me! But I did nothing" said Shanji.

"That right, you did nothing" said Hoq. "Because you stupid. You one who forgot to finish audiotape English lesson that explain plural and contraction. Now where we are?"

"Why you blame me? Kung Fu X2 not help either. He not return paperwork for our highpay tech jobs" responded Shanji.

Matzi punched Hoq in the face. Hoq fell to the dust unconscious.

"I not cause us to be here in Lizardtown" said Matzi. "I fight lizard with his own style: LIZZARD FIST!"

Hoq abruptly stopped his kinsmen: "No lizard here! You drink koolaid with Pike and Okra! Why you not use lizard style to get family wages from evil camp warlord?"

"Manny, I don't like where this is going" I said quietly, hoping the Mexican wasn't sleeping again. It seemed that he must be doing that very thing. I had not forgotten that his name isn't Manny, but I had intended to do change his name as a tribute to Scarface. No one knew this, save for Joe and he didn't care for the classic film.

Matzi turned to me, but I was too quick for him, as my life was hanging in the balance. I grabbed the gun and managed to fire as he leapt into the air. The martial arts practitioner was killed instantly. Hoq would get a bullet, too.

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Hoq slumped down in mid air, the bullet from Derrik’s gun striking Hoq spinal area. Shuji, the comedian, ran terrified. Hoq stood his ground, wanting to sort this out diplomatically.

“Prease, prease…we come here and you do this. I was but a poor farm hand once and for many year helped myself out of that social stigma. The pauper; that was me. Dave, your friend, he knows me. When he need backing as you say, he come to me, I give him money, yes?” The man waved his arms at Derrik, hoping for some kind of resolution to stop the madness. It was true about the backing though, without brainwashing this fool I would have got nowhere. You see Hoq was my main investor; he funded my TV shows, Books, and DVD releases, plus the bandwidth for my website. He was an asset I could not lose.

“Arghhh!!!” Derrik fell down. He was now in full spastic mode. He span around in circles, foaming from the mouth and created a dusty cloud while on the soil from the erratic movements.

Hoq stayed for a few seconds watching Derrik like this and then made off. “He Crazy!” Hoq could be heard saying. Hoq ran off in the direction behind the the weapons factory, where there were also about 50 other turq-shirts hiding. Hoq’s only mistake was that he wasn’t that good at listening to us, and our rules for that matter. This would lead to his most unfortunate death.

Instead of hiding in the weapons factory, Hoq made an attempt to escape through the fence on the far north side.

There was an apple tree back there just by the weapons factory, and some landmines. Derrik loved his fruit, so upon moving to Pikestown placed an apple tree on the camp for only him and no one else. Not even me. The landmines were to warn off local Mexicans kids who’d used sneak into the camp and steal apples for themselves and their poor shanty town families. Sure enough, a couple of days after the first landmines were placed down we heard our first big pop. All that was left was a part of a leg, so luckily for the landmine victim he/she must have survived. And so it would be, hopefully, that other would-be scavengers wouldn’t dare come back for fear of the same.
Hoq didn’t know of the landmines, so on running onto the apple tree patch got the same as the child who’d lost their leg. But this wouldn’t be the same. It seemed that Derrik had become too overprotective of the apple tree, probably because of a paranoid madness lurking in the back of his mind. Derrik had overloaded the land where the apple tree was with too many land mines.
When the first landmine was triggered by Hoq Mansu, about 50 others went off simultaneously, and shrapnel sprayed over the near-by area. It was a chain reaction with fatal consequences for more than just Hoq Mansu. The shrapnel sprayed over the weapons factory and kaboom! The factory and those inside would surely perish. The heat triggering the popping of bullets on shelves and explosions from the gunpowder which was all over the weapons factory. Those inside the factory stood no chance. Out of the 40-50 souls inside, only two made it out as bullets sprayed the factory and flames engulfed it. The two that did make it out had suffered enough from what I could see. They dragged each other away from the factory, and dropped to the floor, skin hanging off from the flames, and holes from the bullets all over their bodies. It was seeing the colour turquoise from their shell-suits burning into the flesh which brought tears to my eyes.

I came out of hiding and so did Steve. Together we would take Derek down.
We ran up behind him as he watched the camp in chaos, with flames and black smoke filling his view. He wasn’t sad, instead he laughed, laughed at the death of his beloved turq-shirts.

“In honour of my comrades I laugh” Derek said, a second later Doctor BloodSteve took him down. With my help, and a couple of the turq-shirts we pinned him as madness spread in the form of panic around the camp. The turq-shirts and film crews headed for the south side of the camp, the safe area behind the palace in the forest land.
Suddenly the flames spread through the air.

“Oh my god!” Steve screamed, “The film, it’s in the barn. The !@#$ reels, everything we’ve shot. The Barn is catching alight!”

A strong gust of wind had spread the fire to the thatch roof of the barn, in seconds the fire would engulf every part of barn number one. Luckily a young, fit turq-shirt ran in and collected the reels at my request, he went in, again and again collecting more and more, until the fire must’ve killed him

The film reels were left on the porch of our 50-story mini-palace.

It was just three of us, me, Derrik and Steve. We looked on at the mini-palace, ignoring the chaos to the left of us. The fire would finish off Barn number two later, but what was to happen next bewildered and shocked everyone.

Miguel was conscious again, before us, we all saw him and the next moment he was gone. The mini-palace, the okrabana, our home was destroyed by what looked like a controlled demolition or something.

“Oh !@#$!” screamed Steve as the building came tumbling down.
The shock echoed around the camp, everyone was scared and feeling vulnerable, even me.
Nothing added up, the building could survive fire damage but it wasn’t even touched by the fire. There was a conspiracy in our own camp against its leaders.
 
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"Shephard Smift here with a FOXNEWS ALERT. Recent PETA protests in a small northern Mexico town have turned deadly! The compound that was shown here earlier has been destroyed by a brushfire. Doubtless, PETA has destroyed this group of dwellings in order to further it's radical agenda. Heralldo Rivera is on the scene:"

The image is stunning. Behind Heralldo, the camp where the guy killed the monkey has been destroyed. People dressed in turquoise can be seen stumbling about like zombies. In an Uwe Boll film.

I wonder for a moment: Why did that guy kill the monkey? The Foxnews people said that the man was British, that he was also a loon. I could not say if the monkey belonged to this man, or if it was someone else's, in which case it may have attacked the man.

PETA is capable of anything in it's agenda to allow animals to rule people. It isn't hard to figure that they would destroy the camp, but I could not see the larger motive. Seemingly, there was nothing to gain. The monkey was dead, and that is not something that can be fixed by violence.

Heralldo takes a sigh, turns to regard the carnage, then begins his tirade: "People for the Evil Treatment of Americans has struck hard today, destroying the community you see behind me. Mexican children have gathered along the roads that lead here, and those children are in tears. We ask ourselves a question: is one chimpanzee worth an entire neighborhood? PETA thinks so and has cashed-in the homes of an untold number of Mexicans as a sick tribute to their dark god.

We've also seen Derik Okra in the midst of the carnage. Most of our viewers probably don't know who he is. He is a spirit medium. It is unclear whether or not he is connected to David Pike. Tony Blair has issued a statement saying that 'all of my country looks to these men so that they might know what to think' and he also says that he hopes that the terrorists 'get what they deserve'. It's a disconcerting statement indicating some sort of retaliation. The Mexican government has issued a statement, as well, adding that all sympathies are with the two Brits, and they hope no nuclear weapons are detonated on their soil.

The US State Department is currently issuing a flurry of warnings, most regarding an abandoned website and people that pose as other people. Photos of John Russo and Bill Hinzman are being released but it is unclear of their import. Again, we don't know if all of the information is relevant, and if so, is all of this somehow connected."

Back to the newsroom: Another talking head has lined up to recite various items. "The President of Iran has just spoken on Al-Jazeera. He issued a grim statement, saying that America's day is numbered and Israel's day is numbered one less."

Back to Shephard Smift: "My producer is telling me that the website is deserted and hasn't been in use since long before the Iranians planted the dinosaur bones. We have no idea why the State Department is watching this. Perhaps it is a trap for identity thiefs or something. On the site, there is mentionings of some sort of twisted role-play. Apparently persons named Alex 'John Russo' Knights and Micheal 'Bill Hinzman' Morris once frequented this website, but we haven't yet determined their purpose. No-wait-we have ciphered through numerous entries on the website and have found some mentioning of the Nazi crane. OH MY GOD. Apparently these men were terrorists long before they died of old age, and they had access to the Nazi crane. Certainly we all know of the Nazi crane, a device used to build anti-Semetic shopping malls. The device was created during the time of the Imaginary Holocaust some years ago and has long been thought lost."

Back to Heralldo: "Carnage is happening before our eyes! Several units of US National Guard have arrived and are engaging the PETA terrorists. Unfortunatly for PETA, they are used to guerilla warfare and obviously are no match for professional soldiers in open combat. But that's what they're getting. Tanks, mortars, and air-cavalry are taking it to PETA. From in the distance comes the dull roar of approaching aircraft, which is probably an airstrike to soften the lines of the terrorists."

I turned the TV off in pure frustration. The Daily Mirror had predicted armageddon in 2008, but it would come much sooner than that. Surely, seeing the National Guard squaring off with PETA, an organization of soccer-moms and ne'er-do-well college kids, must be a sign of the end.

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"The Okrabana will not be forgotten" I said to my turquoise-shirts. "I hear you, and the people that knocked down this building will soon hear you." With a mere two-and-a-half weeks until the total destruction of life on Earth, I was forced to hasten the game. We had no time to implement a business strategy or produce a cheap television show. We were Most Out Of Time. A war was needed.

I had reasoned that we would blame our Iranian friends. Evidence would be made such as: Iranians creating the hit show American Idol. Iranians sabotage of the US Postal Service, which had lead to increased postal costs and decreased quality of service. Iranians secretly funding the Republican Party and then building Bill Clinton's fabled "Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy". Iranians planting dinosaur skeletons beneath the Earth's surface in order to drive Western science into a realm of false conclusions.

The final nail in Iran's coffin would be fabricated evidence presented by Doctor Bloodsteve: Rock Your Face. Bloodsteve had become well-respected around the camp, and thus the TQ's would gobble every syllable that the doctor spat out. He would tell the camp that Iran had stolen Iraq's legendary horde of weapons of mass destruction(WMD's) during the eighteen month period that the Americans publicly debated going to war with Iraq. My TQ's would then be suitably convinced that the camp should direct it's efforts towards destroying Iran.

If not, I would make it seem that Iran had destroyed the camp to avoid compensating us for our services. I could then order everyone to focus on a crusade against Iran. The workers would have purpose, so they would function diligently.

Meanwhile, I would devote myself to a few final purposes. Dave had seemed more normal lately, if only to thwart me. I would never know if he was truly insane, but I wouldn't allow his last days to erase a bold history of public lunacy.

I have no Nazi crane as of yet, nor do I see a way of procuring such a thing. Neither Joe nor Bloodsteve:RYF have been any help. I have begun to doubt their German heritage. In fact, it's ironic enough to seem like espionage.

[sign in to see URL] MILITARY HAS LANDED! And just as quickly PETA is eating it big time. That is too bad. So many college kids and soccer moms have never been wasted so badly, or professionally. The National Guard exercised extreme precision in dispatching those terrorist goons, and it was easy to see that the "weekend warriors" had not wasted their time in the desert called Iraq, besides the time they spent spreading syphillis on the newly-liberated people.

"Oh no. They've come for us" said Dave. "Reptillians are here. Witness their green plummage. Everyone RUN FOR YOUR LIVES and leave no children for their abortion squads!" This was just the break I needed. So as everyone went nuts, I grabbed Dave and headed for the Okracabana 2K6 which I had secretly built under the standard Okracabana. Dave was very surprised as we entered the earthen superstructure.

"Der, what is this.." he stammered as we entered the REAL complex. I supposed it was a good time to tell him of my plan.

"Well" I said, "I call it Okracabana 2K6. It's a high-end underground home for a medium, like me. And his entourage, which is you. And sometimes Joe. Or Margot. Or Peed. Mostly, this is the place I intend to live in as the world is destroyed. For years the world thought I was only a television personality, plodding along in haunted castles, but instead I was building the ultimate survivalist's bordello."

Dave interrupted: "The world ends in two-and-a-half weeks. You don't expect me to stay here and do nothing?"

"We have time" I continued. "Besides, would you like to fight the US military right now?"

"Okay Derik" he said, giving way for the time being.

"Yes, Dave. You have made the right choice. We have been a fine team for the past XX years. I said XX because I can't recall how long we've been chums. It would be a shame if you didn't survive the end of the world. I would miss you."

I turned on a television monitor that was annointed with Fox News. It took a second for the monitor to come to life, as the nuclear bunny hadn't been used in quite some time. But the bunny would be used now, and thank a god that it was made for such a calamity as this. The Iranians were slightly insane, despite being totally predictable, so I knew that they would eventually destroy the world. I also suspected that our working relationship would give me advance warning of their moves. Oh, how right I had been!

Fox News was all too happy in reporting the victory outside Pikestown. The PETA terrorists were being destroyed. Those that weren't blown to bits were taken away for processing. They would make excellent Mac Human nuggets for third world countries.

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It was two days since the well deserved butchering of the PETA members and there was now no protest, it too had two days since the buildings of Pikestown were brought down thanks to a silly jap, and a silly psychic medium’s overprotection of an apple tree. All that was left was the smoky black smoulder of the now gone buildings, and the Ockrcabana 2k6, Derrik’s secret nuclear underground bunker. But more would soon disappear, as Dr BloodSteve had felt that Hollywood needed him back.

It had been a week since he arrived, and in that time we had come to like him, everyone liked him. He did make terrible movies, but his charm had wooed us.

The camp was flat; there were no standing buildings, bar Derrik and Joe’s so-called shower room, which was hidden from view anyway. The burning had stopped, and all that came from the buildings now were not the sounds of my humble turq-shirts but the crackling of timber. Derrik and I were loading supplies from the US embassy to the underground bunker from a truck that was sided next to Dr Bloodsteve’s posh sports car from the early 80’s with doors that slide open gracefully and had a shiny new wax job. Apparently, Bloodsteve had bought the car from a “Shady Mexican fellow” as he put it, and that “the fellow wanted rid of it because it was cursed”.

It was night at the camp and preparations for the end of the world would continue promptly tomorrow morning, meaning that all the remaining, uninjured turq-shirts were asleep. Out of all the carnage there were two miracles though. Miguel was plucked from the rubble of the Okrakabana unhurt and the rolls of film for our movie “1984 today: The persecution of the truthseekers” were found and survived the “Pulling” of the building.

Dr Bloodsteve was ready to leave and wearing some kind chemical sci-fi costume was ready to take on Hollywood with our film, yes. Yes that is, because he’d managed to edit it and finish post-production financing and marketing thanks to his German friends. The financers probably thought that because it was Dr Bloodsteve as director it was a sure-fire cash-in flop, yet with all the publicity pikestown, Derrik and me were getting they would be wrong. I hope.

I shook his hand, as did Derrik and he then sat in his car ready for the offing to Hollywood.

“Goodbye friends…I love you both, you have been like a mother and father to me, and I hope you understand why this has be. Those people, they say bad things on IMDB but I have a love for film and the DVD sales are good too. I hope things they fair well for you, and Pikestown.” Uwe sank his hand into his eyes to wipe away the tears and make a move on for his long journey.
“We understand”, Derrik replied caringly.
Something had shook Bloodsteve as he then sat up from his emotional poise to one of intent and shock. Maybe it was emotion I thought. Perhaps he’d jump out and give Derrik a sloppy snog.

“Oh shoot! The Iranians! Run, go, go!” said Bloodsteve alarmingly. Bloodsteve turned the keys as we ran off in the direction of the showers, where we hid for the coming showdown. I didn’t see anything at first, and thought that the BIG attack was about the start. But it wasn’t. Instead, a camper van vaulted through the Pikestown gate with two Arab looking guys perched atop wielding weapons. One had a bazooka, the other a machine gun of some kind. Another drove it madly, as if drunk.

The camper van drove erratically and my fears were for Dr Bloodsteve, who instead of shooting off in the sports car just sat ruffling about. Seconds later I saw that it was ignition problem and Bloodsteve was smacking the wheel in temper at the problem.

The camper van stopped aside the sports car and the truck. Bloodsteve leant to one-side and rolled down the window.

“What is it!?” Screamed Bloodsteve.
The Iranian with the machine gun then began to talk. “We want our plutonium back! We gave strict instructions Mr Boll! We asked for it to be returned, and it wasn’t…you lied to us and our leader, and for that you must die”.
“Oh that”, Bloodsteve replied with disregard.

Rarely the martyr type was Derrik, but he ran to back to the scene to negotiate. The terrorist the pointed the gun and shot Derrik across the chest area. I sat back, chilled and scared by the scene before. My pants began to fill.

 Derrik shouldn’t die, I thought to myself.

Amazingly, Bloodsteve’s car started and he made moves on his journey hoping to shake off the camper van inside the camp parameters. There was a loud bang and the car disappeared. My pants filled some more and pongy smell filled the air. Sh*t that is.

There were burning tyre tracks from where the car vanished. I came to the conclusion that the reptilians had got him because of the film. I just didn’t know though. Was it possible that he’d travelled back in time or something?

The Iranians fled petrified, and Derrik lay silent and not flinching one bit. Was he dead?


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