Debunking the mysterious Nobel part 1.

Day 5,609, 10:11 • Published in Sweden Sweden • by Misho

Friends,

A few months ago the founder of the Noble party invited me to join Nobel, in fact a red carpet was rolled out and a black limousine drove up and the door opened. Challenge accepted. As a precautions move I stepped in with my two friends..


..and some ammo.

All soldiers, in fact all citizens and not only the soldiers of the Special Operation Group SOG had previous heard the words from the President numerous times. The message was clear. 'Those who fight against our trainingwars repeatedly and intentionally to destroy are enemies of the nations. They are to be considered as traitors.'

This was exaclty what the Nobels did. They hired guns from sworn eSwedish camps like /vakistan and made up derailed twisted stories that bacon and snow was the new stronghold for true Dionists.

I told the driver to drop me off in front of the Noble HQ. He dropped me off in front of an ally and said "down there, walk".

I knew I would enter a mad house. And I knew I would meet interesting charachters and that I would have plenty of space for myself in the lunch room.

Traitors I thought for myself. These guys are not traitors. They are victims more than anythings else. Seduced by a naive thought, seduced to believe they fought for what was right. Backed up by CODE and the true power.
The most naive ones had already emptied their reserves, sold their belongings and invested in the belief they would soon be rewarded from this amazing treasury called 'Statskassan'.

We all knew that the state treasure was nothing compared to what they had already spent.

I continued walking.

...

Are you okay I asked a pale man sitting on the side walk in the shady lit alley. I recognized despair when I saw it. He looked up and his eyes eyes narrowed angrily. Misho he said. And then with a sudden strike he throwed himself up against me, I was suprised by the strenght and almost lost balance.

LYING CHEATING MISHO! He screamed while struggling to prepare for another attack. I quickly backed off to create a safe zoon.

Look, I'm here to help I said while I left a food pack and took a few more steps back. He crawled forward and took the food while mumbling 'evil naughty Misho, multi cheating Misho'.

He tore open the food packet with his sore fingers and began to eat. First cautiously then with increasing zeal. 'You should not eat Mishos food.. but the food taste good.., bacon and beef, sausages and meat..' He mumbled for himself.

I walked away while he was busy eating, he didn't notice I left.

...

The red carpet. The Limo. All drums and trumpets. The campaigns. It was just a facade.
The truth was painfully clear. Nobel is suffering. Nobel needs help.


I picked up the phone and dialed Jimcar's number.