No wonder there is rebellion in the kingdom if in fact nobody has even submitted to me yet (despite the importance of that happening)!

To submit to me, make a threadpost containing the words SUBMIT your_char_id 36 x [where 'x' is the level of submission from 1=Submissive, 2=Most Submissive, 3=Very Submissive].

Only one post needed per BCT account. Until further announced, EVERY one who submits to me regardless of the level of character/s involved, gets the following:

1 mil (for being Submissive)
5 mil (for being Most Submissive)
10 mil (for being Very Submissive).

I will pay them myself.

Of course, being submissive requires you to do what I say and not dick around having your concepts when in fact it costs you zilch to just submit to my authority expressed in reasonable wishes.

Just in case someone is stupid, the command REBEL rebellious_char_id authority_char_id level_of_rebellion is available, although using it is about as reasonable as cursing yourself, or openly unbelieving the Constitution.

Changing the history is disabled from this line onwards until required submission is achieved.

There are rumors in FB that ODH The Duke of Serbia is having a time of his life with his gf in Dubai atm.

Oh that is just what I would do if just received extraordinary amounts of money (don't even remember but I was 20,000,000,000 poorer after that one-night binge involving only 2 people). Or had a gf.

Since few even have realised that CK financial position has just solidified because the Wizarddeveloper is not anymore receiving any salary ever (putting our monthly burnrate exactly at $0), yet continues his work normally as soon as he is done with Dubai, I announce an extra dividend:

100 M/CK (totalling 1,049,626,300 equaling 19k of green money) for the year 1665. And please PJ when you have time, fix the game year without resetting the health challenge.

CK's P/B-ratio is nearing 4 so it's not a flash in the pan any more.

Since I now have time to make some practical things happen in the game, please the following: #7, #31, #88 contact me urgently, not asap (priority 2/6: Urgent; 3/6 is As Soon As Possible). ADD: Thank you, Sirs.

Zechariah wakes up from the nap and decides to bite the bullet. "If Boss says I need to drop my cover, then bye bye cover. And thank you for covering me all these years." Blue-text disclosure.

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Exactly, but not in the way intended 

Suddenly HRH Prince Royal Zechariah of Tavastia-rpietila-CK feels a strong urge to spend an additional day in Stonehaven, unknowing why. Being rich (Zechariah is the richest, most loving, second most powerful, and in top-10 of wisdom character in the Kingdom), he chooses to indulge only in the best, to which he is accustomed to since he made big in the money game starting from the late 1400s.

He meditates most of the day upon his post history. "Jesus, I have a lot of wisdom there, but need to strive even more towards this direction. My love and power are approximately enough, or at least the issue if anything, is that I cannot use them effectively in lack of wisdom. In fact, everybody who reads my post history, should logically be able to quit doing stupid things and submit to me instead. While this is not yet accomplished, I can make myself wiser by reading my own, a few hours per day, to be able to make better decisions concerning those involved."

While meditating, he smokes 4*CIG in succession (with black tea). Feeling in need of some love, he pays a visit to a wise old Thai masseuse, who indeed tells him what the girl actually wants, including how long he will have to wait, all in due course. They start a business relationship. Feeling hungry, he eats. Feeling sleepy, he sleeps.

The tab is approximately:
215 alms
190 kobe beef plus wine incl tips
50 massage

not including room and board and tea and cigars and DOM and sundry.

"Goddamnit, I am spending like a drunken sailor here. With Freemoney now off, it is technically impossible to spend like this forever without additional income; good I still have almost 29,000,000,000 in my account and it is under the protection of GM and HH (The Duke) Saddam of Ramsey, the guys I can trust. And not under some sleazy self-serving entities that extract money for their "services" while all they are doing is to make your position worse."

Zechariah tries hard to not feel lonely in this important moment of realisation, so orders a bottle of DOM with breakfast. "Goddamnit, I can only be contacted via email now, since it is patently obvious nobody would write to the thread even if offered a 1,000,000 for it, as we just saw Friday, and my phones departed me long ago, so that I could concentrate on the matters important to myself."



Zechariah realises an opportunity to make profit, and buys the cheapened CK so that his balance goes below 29,000,000,000, invoking:

FREEMONEY 0

Comand results:
Nobody has free money. Everyone must pay the amount ordered by Zechariah to escape the punishment.

Short-term update

It is inconceivable that I could ever feel angry feelings for long towards someone I have promised to love until death do us part. Any anger whatsoever is only intended to make the others' darkness/evilness come public to have the maximum learning effect for everybody involved, those around that dear tender soul whom I tried to make happy, and be happy myself.

None of you cares about her. I do. None of you gives her advice that would benefit her. I do. None of you loves her. I do.

The post is redacted to remove a portion that was true at the moment of writing, but turned out to be not true in light of the events followed.

When Zechariah enters the conference room, the Voice and GM are already laughing uncontrollably, dropping ashes from their cigars to places not intended to be ashed. In Special Operations, only Generals may smoke inside, but the lacking number of smokers is made up by the correspondingly higher number of cigars smoked.

"What is so funny, guys?"

- Jesus, you have trolled so hard that everybody is just frozen. That redtext lash out was just crazy!

Zechariah has had enough hard time already, so now accepts that certain people choose to ignore the difference between fact and fiction, up to the point of sending random and/or cherrypicked thread posts to human courts in order to prove that a person who makes his living by trolling, is insane. By the same logic, every author of fiction would be insane, in the same way as every author of indisputable fact is already widely regarded as insane, merely because truth hurts.

- You know, advanced trolling does make people insane. Now it should be crystal clear to you why the Haikko personnel could not accept either your paying the 15,000 bill in any method or currency, nor the not paying of it. Or how the district court can fine you for calling something a bank, and present your denial as evidence. It is a fact that there just is no way to make them feel good, it is a catch-22. They are completely short-circuited, because their concept is that they have to be right. That they are not, it does not matter to them until at least one of them wises up. Until that, the only way out is to just drop everything and leave and hide before they get violent. This time you managed to do it. You are just mindfucking with people when you first tell them they will get nothing, and then you offer a million, and then you swear the only thing left is a million of debt.

"Well, considering that -1...+1 million are the approximate bounds for the settlement, what should I have done instead? Now I have tried to not offer anything, and then offered all the choices in succession, and he has accepted none of them, in order to hopefully extract both of us dry. Not only that, I have tried every possible emotion (happy, sad, fear, angry, longing, ironic ...) in connection with every offer, and this has lasted for years already."

- The problem is that you are a clown.

Zechariah lets that sink in. Of course he is, and that is because they pay for him to be. "I am just doing my job and the boss ridicules me for that, why do I even live??"

- You should tell them the truth.

"I always tell the truth, after all, that is the reason I am in trouble." [italics means that Zechariah merely thinks the matter, without voicing it, but the distinction is not too great anyway since everything that can be imagined, can not not exist, for the Universe is Mind.]

- "To be honest, you know" [GM paraphrases Zechariah [who paraphrases R.A.P. whom he wishes to see again]], this has gotten out of hand. We are laughing our asses off and cannot even concentrate on our work because of that. Meanwhile you have spilled the beans widely enough that everybody who should not understand, in fact already does, and the only one who should understand, still does not. And continues to destroy her own fortune, so someone has to pay for it. It just does not do to let anyone who has suffered you since early December at least, leave penniless. Double compensation is the way to do it.

Zechariah thinks that sounds rightful.

- We cannot use you any more in Finland, because you are too public to be a Secret Agent, and as a Special Agent, you cannot get anything done because people just fail when you open your mouth. And that is not good because there is work to be done there. Long story short, we sort of fire you (knowing that you are hopeless and cannot be fired really), that is: give you a paid leave, wishing that you would not actively seek assignments in a year at least. And give you the permission to write a short post what it is all about, just like you did 4 years ago when the shit last time became too advanced for practically anyone to handle. And just disappear for a while, pretty please..

Zechariah lets that sink in. Meanwhile, (at least) GM has a serious difficulty not to laugh at his own words. Zechariah, on the other hand, is happy that his situation is much better than last time he was ordered to shut down: the room height is the same, but he is not the least under duress, not afraid for his life, the food is better, and the shit is just getting interesting.

Zechariah has spent the change in town and comes back exhausted. "I'll check the email and soon clear my head by the means of a quick nap. I don't know why this heavy feeling - I am not even drunk."

I think it is over. I need to take a few days of rest. It's been a tough time for us all. You can come to Malla to slave for €3.5 an hour, 18 hours per day like you did in 2014, that was fun at least. In a way.

Zechariah sells 50,000*CK, not because he distrusts in CK but because this enables more free money that is up for grabs. As you remember, anyone can just take money from #36 as long as the total is between 29,000,000,000 and 31,000,000,000.

He goes on to find something to eat and check if the reception managed to find the change for his 500 left there without receipt.

Update: the Kingdom feels blue, sympathising with Zechariah. 200,000,000 was immediately taken (instead of given, which would bring even greater blessing) by a Duke(!). "Dukes should know better.." thinks Zechariah while dressing up to his 2,000 suit after the bath, suddenly in a lower mood himself.

In a few short minutes, all of it was gone. The "loss" of 5,000 does not concern Zechariah, for it is more blessed to give than to receive. The 500,000 he gave/spent during approximately the last 8 days also does not matter. He only feels stupid that he resorted to playing games, driving away everyone. "Well, Universe, tell me what to do, I'll do it! I also don't like this!"

Zechariah tried to relax by taking a massage, eating in a cozy place, taking another massage, and finally found a 4-m room height penthouse suite with gold bathtub decorations - a rarity in the town of Stonehaven. When finally in a warm bath after several encounters with mandatory registration to the "system" which he not only hates but also likes to talk about more when a suitable time is found, he finds the relaxation and gets access to the Conference Room. The Voice and GM meditate in complete silence until Zechariah throws one of his memorable opening lines:

"You know, I never destroyed a person before."

Voice and GM seem to be content with the calm in the Prince's voice and the inevitability of the situation.

"Now I see it clearly. She gave me a blueprint about how to destroy a person. I was unhappy about being destroyed, it felt so bad. Only now I understand she showed me the way to get rid of some of the most sinister people around, the ones that just don't get it even if you tell them kindly. Even after a reminder. Being STO myself, I never understood what I thought was perversions, but now I am just clear that her control over me was in fact intended for my edification, to prepare me for some important work."

"The raping of house feels bad, so let's not talk about it, ok?

MV-lehti publishes one of its success pieces. Nobody who is hit by that e-magazine can ever get a job. They also tend to lose the current one pretty soon, and also incapacitate by mental grounds. So this roughly corresponds to the TV-documentary about me in 2011, which destroyed all my businesses.

His finances he is soundly destroying himself, no need to do anything about it. Unless he immediately drops all action against me and promptly pays the sums mentioned to Marco de Wit and my wife, he will be roasted. If he is a pedophile, he will be in prison. Probably - since by this time he is bordering insane - he will have to medicate himself also. Forced medication is only applied to outlaws like me, this one will comply, but the result is nevertheless the same: the destruction of his mental faculty, not that he had much of it remaining when he chose the wrong battle.

And then the kids will be free and my wife gains the time required for her to collect herself."

The Voice opens voice:

- Why did it take you so long to realise this?

"I always thought we at least partially lived in the same reality, that she would give a single fuck about me, be even a little curious about how I was so powerful, rich, loving, and laid-back. That she'd stalk what I wrote to the thread, all the 7,000 posts ever since, even if she was openly in rebellion, I thought she'd at least be smart enough to be up to the situation. All I ever wrote was for her, for her to understand. It only now came to me that she never took the opportunity to even read, much less understand. To be honest: it is difficult to know what I even should feel in this moment. At least I feel stupid of spending thousands of hours writing stuff to my loving companion, and she did never give a fuck. Not even one. But I am used to feeling stupid, that I will get over quickly.

... Wondering why she never told it in plain words ...

Would have saved ME the experiences I did not even much enjoy."

- Women...

GM and Voice smoke COH but Zechariah is unwilling to engage this time.

STATUS

"Trolling is off. Shield is on. Mindfuck is off. Clarity is on. Tracking is off."

Most relevant entities in all planes are becoming notified of the encounter. Currently threadviews is at 2,000/day, indicating a few hundred active visitors. We kindly ask you to not make this viral just today, but tomorrow will be a completely different story as it is likely it will go viral (1,000,000+/day in all platforms combined) as certain news outlets will be informed in due course. Nobody needs to do anything for that happening before further orders.

She actually does have until the appointed time to make up her mind, compose a threadpost exactly according to the orders, which reasonably cannot take more than 30-60 minutes even if she continues lying by just professing to submit which she has faithfully done until this day, with more proof available for presentation than anyone cares to read anyway as you should know by now with Clarity=1 if you read the relevant portion. After that she will get kind and necessary orders one at a time, giving her the opportunity to prove submission to Light, secure the money, free the kids, and so on.

Everybody is entitled to pray, speak, manifest, etc. I cannot personally describe how much I await the amicable resolution, and what a relief it will be to all the souls involved. I know how blessed it is to admit I have been wrong - I have been more wrong than most of the readers, you know, and that exactly is the reason I am not so wrong anymore.

- But hey, isn't it too rough to ask for a public apology when all I ever did to destroy you in all the ways imaginable, was strictly and honestly intended to stay private forever, and by the way, I did not even understand you'd feel bad about it, you know - just PEACE and move on, ok?

Zechariah had already realised that the onus is on us, not on one or the other. He has overdone it towards being a saint as well, so both parties need to balance their behavior to feel good:

* The other-self needs to learn a little bit of the ways of Light, even if it hurts.
* Zechariah needs to learn a little bit of the ways of Darkness, even as it hurts (his head is exploding for the nth day in a row).

Zechariah is trying hard to be a dick now, up to the point of making himself uncontactable by any other means except Bitcointalk, email and Facebook, calmly accepting that the Court has reached the verdict, and it says it can not be appealed, so be it. He refuses to even tell what he is doing just now, or in whose bed he slept last night. "Goddamnit, it's hard to be in darkness when your profession is an internet troll - - I try my best to not tell what I ate for breakfast, so in return he makes restitution, even though the evils were intended private as evils usually are. Deal?"

For those who wanna know how long this madness has actively been going on, read the story from the start, maybe you learn something. It is not even a boring one, I am a good writer. Not that I did not try to make her understand ever since 2008ish, the process intensified about a month ago since I have had enough. Do not wish for another day of the madness to happen, help her instead. She probably does not have the key, someone who is not me took it away long ago. But as long as this is public, they are protected from physical danger the same way as I have been protected, and that is not little, for: