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[insectsinsects]

accidentally incapacitated myself

I pretty much limped home today from the Jokes phone because I insisted that Joel Barish would wear these gayass doxfords rather than weather-appropriate, all-weather chelsea boots... so there's a huge inconvenient blister on the ball of my foot and I can't walk 😭like anyways....

Currently lying on my bed and trying to stay in so I can be up and on my feet by Saturday at least ☠️isn't that funny. I might go back to my roots and watch a really long critically acclaimed movie at 8am I guess. Can't move anyway😭

[teamghosts]

Simulator: The Final Chapter 🖥️

Markus stared at the ringing phone. He didn’t recognise the number but he knew who would be on the other end. He answered.

“Hello” Markus said

“Is this Markus Crampton?“ a female voice spoke sternly

“Yes”

“I’m detective Jones. Would you be able to come into the station to discuss a few details with us?”

Markus was right. This game was going to help him take the gang down.

“Yeah. I’ll be there”

They spoke for a few minutes to give Markus directions and who to go to before the call finished. Markus jumped up with a smile on his face and headed to the station.

He walked through the doors and approached the desk sergeant, give him his details then sat down. Not long after that a woman in her forties with blonde hair tied back and a stern expression walked up to Him.

“Markus. I’m Detective Jones’ she said. Extending a hand. Markus stood up and shook it.

“Please follow me”

They started walking through a corridor where officers stood talking and walked past him. He could feel the anxiety rising inn his body, suddenly aware of how many people around him could arrest him for what he was about to confess to.

She led him into an interview room which looked like how they are on TV. Markus sat at one end and the detective sat opposite him.

“Are you recording this?” Markus asked

“It’s not a formal interview, no. This is a discussion” She said

Markus was feeling more uneasy every second. The butterflies in his stomach raged war on his insides.

“What were you doing a few weeks ago in Doxford Park” She asked. She pushed a CCTV photo of him entering the park, briefcase in hand.

“I went for a walk” Markus said. Unsure of how to say what he wanted.

“Did you lose that briefcase? Not long after you entered we have you leaving and” she pushed another CCTV image of him leaving without the briefcase. “ No briefcase”

Markus took a few deep breaths.

“I want to tell you everything in the promise you arrest them all” Markus said 

Detective Jones smiled at these words.

“Go on”

Markus told her everything. About when Skull first contacted him, the first night at the club, the threat to sell the drugs and how many deliveries he made and to which locations. For the detective, she looked like Christmas had come early.

“Thank you Markus. We have been after this gang for a long time. With your testimony they will be going to jail for at least forty years each” 

“They have made my life hell. They deserve this”

“We just need you to do one more delivery”

“WHAT?”

Markus panicked. 

“No. I can’t do another one”

“You will have to. We need clear proof of there crimes. Make a delivery and we will be watching. Then we will arrest the dealer. You will need to have a listening device on you”

“You want me to wear a wire?”

The detective laughed. “This isn’t a crime movie kid. You will be under our protection”

Markus’s head was spinning. He didn’t want to but knew this was the only way.

“I’ll do it”

Markus walked towards the club with his heart racing. He had a microphone hidden in the collar of his coat. Right now they would hear the thumping of his heart..

He walked through the club doors. He approached the office where Skull would be. Going through the info he needed in his mind. He knocked on the door.

“Come in” skull said. 

He was sitting behind the desk as usual. He looked up and spotted Markus and bent down and grabbed another case from under the desk and placed it in front of him.

“Usual place” Skull said without looking up

“Is that Doxford again?” Markus said

“Are you taking the piss?” 

“I deliver to lots of places”

“Rocker Park today”

“What am I carrying?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’ve been asked questions before. I like to have answers”

“Heroin. Street value of £500,000 so be careful”

“I will do. How’s the club?”

“Doing well”

“Is my promotion working?”

“You know it is. Our customer numbers are triple than last month”

“So does it look good on the taxes”

“What?” Skull looked at Markus for the first time and Markus could feel his eyes trying to read him”

“You know. Money laundering and that”

Skull stood up which made Markus breath catch in his throat. He walked around the desk and stood in front of Markus.

“Why all the questions?”

“I’m…Interested in the business. I want to know I’m doing my job well” Markus toed to breath but his chest felt like it was in a vice.

“You’re normally shy like a fucking deer. You walk in and out without a word and today your suddenly Mr Wants To Know It All”

Markus could feel his hands shake and sweat forming on his brow.

“You…You said if I…I do good then I would get…Promoted to bigger things” Markus stammered. The tension filled the room which felt like it was getting hotter by the second. Skull looked in his eyes. Unblinking. Until finally he smiled and clapped Markus on the back.

“I knew you would be valuable to the gang. You’ve got a bright future here kid. Wait till I introduce you to the real leader. He will make sure you are settled for life”

Markus let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

“Thank you. Does that mean I get a gun or something”

“Wait till you’ve spoken to him. You never know what he will do you ever killed some one”

“No”

“HA. Don’t look so nervous. If anyone guides you trouble they will be at the bottom of the River Wear in no time. Now go. You don’t want to be late”

Markus left the office and club and started his journey towards the park. As he walked down the street he talked to himself so that the mic would hear. “Did you get that?”

His phone rang and it was Detective jones. “Good job Markus. Now deliver the drugs and we will begin the operation”

The walk to the club took about ten minutes. When Markus got to the entrance he received a message on his phone. ‘WE HAVE THE PARK SURROUNDED’

He confidently walked in to find the dealer. 

He found him at the bench near a playground and handed him the case

“Is it all here?“ The Dealer asked

“Yep. Every last ounce of the Heroin”

“Nice. Here we go. Hope to see you soon”

At that moment dozens of armed police surrounded Markus and the man. They arrested the dealer as Markus was led away. On the ground the dealer yelled at him “YOU’RE DEAD. FUCKING GRASS”

Markus was taken to a police car where Detective Jones was sat in the back.

“You did well Markus. The night club was hit at the same time and everyone has been arrested”

“So it’s over?” Markus said.

“With the evidence and your sworn testimony in court. These people wont be seeing the outside world for a long time”

Tears fell down his cheek at the thought of this nightmare being over. 

The next few weeks went by in a blur. The case made headlines around the country and increased Markus’s fame even more. Every member of the gang had been arrested and charged with almost thirty charges each. He found it hard to give evidence with court and he did have to be moved out of his brand new house for a while in fear of attacks but Markus held his head high when giving evidence.

It took less than ten minutes for the jury to come back with a guilty verdict for Skull, The dealers and many more. They were al sentenced to life in prison with a minimum term of fifty years.

Overjoyed Markus partied with his family that night. His torment was over.

Nine months had went by since the trial and Markus had put the memory of that gang to rest for good. He had done a lot in that time. He had made partner on Twitch and was getting thousands of viewers every stream. He had joined YouTube and had gained just over a million subscribers and was doing very well for himself. He had landed a book deal with a publishers to write about his story with a gang and his rise to stardom through streaming, all without the help of the simulator.

It sat in his computer untouched and Markus ignored every notification it sent. After a while it stopped trying. Until one night.

Markus was asleep when his computer turned on by itself. The noise and bright light woke Markus up from his sleep. He checked the time and it was 3am.

He walked over to the computer and saw the simulator had opened up and like last time had updated it self. He read.

It described the case. The verdict and everything that had happened since. Bored and now feeling wide awake. Markus advanced a year and that’s when a warning popped up.

NO ONE BECOMES A SNITCH AND LIVES.

In game, a gang member who escaped being arrested had tracked his character down.

YOU DIED. START NEW LIFE. 

“The fuck” Markus said, his character had been shot and killed by the gang member

BANG

Markus slumped against his desk as a bullet ripped into the back of his head. He never even knew the man was behind him.

The End.

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Overhead Gantry Crane in Operation c. 1930s East Yard, William Doxford & Sons Ltd., Sutherland, England image credit: Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums on Flickr

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Tuesday 11th September 2018

Bamburgh Links to Seahouses

Dropped a car at Seahouse before parking for free again at Bamburgh Links. Then a family walk along the sands to Seahouses. Butties on benches on the outskirts before a mooch round the shops. K & I walked back to the car, climbed a sand mountain and then had coffee/ice-cream at Harkness.

GPS track of 5.25 mile walk

[ilgarofanoverde]

“Let’s get back to work” by Jim Duncan & Doxford Engine Friends’ Association.

William Doxford & Sons (Engineers) Ltd., were one of the stalwarts of British shipbuilding, having a ship repair and construction yard as well as the engine business with which they built a reputation amongst ship owners that was to last over 70 years.

[thisdayinwwi]

Jan 3 1919 Chatelet, Belgium. 5th Bn cooks posing by their field cooker. L to R, back: Pte Koopman; LC Bryant; Pte Cooper; Pte Bolton; LC Doxford; Pte Kenyon; Pte Spratt; LC Gill; Pte Kilby. Front : CQMS Devereux; Sgt J. W. Congues MM; LC F. J. Hansen https://t.co/zDi4GIjQo0 https://t.co/lwEvVThEjw http://twitter.com/ThisDayInWWI/status/1080878182155182080

[mad-queen-thorn]

It's been many years since I walked here.

I used to walk through here every day to school when I was younger. A lot less trees than I remember. But it's good to see that big house is still standing.

There used to be a story that spread around school about that house. That it was haunted, saying that if you stood looking at the house at midnight you'd see the ghost of Lady Doxford.

One time I remember walking through this place with some friends late one evening and we decided to go up to the house and there was a clown puppet left on the doorstep. We left and came back later and it was gone. My friends freaked out but I honestly didn't think too much about it. I'd pass by every day and never found he house to be spooky. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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Admiralty M-class destroyer HMS Opal, is prepared for launch at the East Yard of William Doxford & Sons Ltd, Sunderland, September 1915.[1120 × 1038] Check this blog!

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Un réseau musulman interdit à la leader allemande de l'AfD de prendre la parole à l'Université d'Oxford Dans ce que certains pourraient qualifier de fascisme, un groupe d'étudiants de l'Université d'Oxford a demandé que la leader du plus grand parti d'opposition d'Allemagne ne se présente pas e

[teamghosts]

Simulator 🖥️ Criminal (Chapter 4)

Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Markus now knew what that feeling was. Skulls grip on his arm tighter as he faced the choice. Drugs or beaten up, which one will he choose?

“Well?” Skull said

“If I get caught with that briefcase,” Markus said

“Don’t get caught. Simple as that”

Skull picked the case up and pushed it into Markus’s chest. He turned and sat down in his chair.

“10 am at Doxford Park. I expect you here with the money by half past now leave”

A bodyguard opened the door for Markus and while in shock he slowly left the office and was escorted out of the club.

He stood on the empty street. Silence filled the air as every building was shut for the night. He ordered himself a taxi and while waiting he thought about the drugs in the case and the dangerous job he needed. The taxi came and dropped him off. He lay in bed with thoughts keeping him up.

How had this happened? How had a game gotten him into this situation? He needed answers.

Markus jumped out of bed and sat down in front of his computer which when he turned it on immediately opened up the simulator which he quickly shut down.

He googled the name of the simulator but despite checking for ten minutes he found nothing.

He tried looking up anything related to life simulators but found nothing. He decided to google Diaboli Games which at least give him some information but not good news.

DIABOLI GAMES FOUNDER COMMITS SUICIDE

Mark Diaboli was found dead in his office last night. The founder of the games studio which is known for apps such as SparksBuzz, Pilot Sim and Horror Movie Tycoon is believed to have committed suicide after he was found slumped over his computer with a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The struggling company has been going through financial difficulties and will enter liquidation later today and their new game, which was in development, is now cancelled. This is just one of many tragic events to rock our city. Earlier in the week, a middle-aged couple was murdered not long after the suicide of their son…

Markus looked at the date when the article was published and it was the morning his mother woke him up with the phone call telling him about the break-in. This meant that when he got the invitation to the simulator as the night Mark Diaboli had committed suicide.

He sat back in his chair and tried to process all of the information. He yawned and checked the time and when he noticed it was 3 am decided that he needed some sleep before doing a drug deal or whatever.

At 8 am Markus woke up with dark bags hanging under his eyes and feeling like he had never even slept. He got dressed with shakey hands. He looked at the briefcase in the corner and his stomach dropped. It was almost time for Markus to leave so he picked up the briefcase and looked at himself in the mirror and did not like what he saw,

Walking down the street Markus couldn’t help but think everyone was staring at him and somehow knew what he was carrying. The town was busy and as he walked he could feel the burn of eyes judging him.

The park was quiet. Walking down one of the many paths Markus kept looking around nervous about getting caught.

A man wearing a tracksuit was sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette. The stranger turned to look at Markus and stood up as he approached.

“Markus?” The man said

“Y…Yeah” Markus said

Markus handed the man the briefcase which he opened and checked the contents

“Perfect,” the man said. He reached into his pocket and give Markus a stack of notes before leaving.

Shoving the money into his pocket as fast as he could. Markus quickly walked away.

It didn’t take him long to reach the club. He arrived ten minutes early.

Skull was in his office working in front of a laptop when Markus entered.

“Do you have the money?” Skull said. The friendly persona is now gone.

Markus put the money on the table and Skull quickly put the money on his desk before handing some notes over to Markus.

“I’ll phone you later to discuss the next delivery,” Skull said

“How many more do I have to do?” Markus said

“As many as we need you to do. Goodbye”

Markus was led away by the same guard as last time. This was his life now. A mafias plaything. This wasn’t the Godfather.

Weeks went by and Markus made the same journey every few days to different locations and handed all sorts of drugs over to different men. The anxiety slightly reduced over time but so did Markus’s alcohol intake. It seemed every night he was nursing expensive whiskey to try and ground himself into the new life. He still streamed on Twitch and was getting very successful over on that platform. Two weeks after his first delivery he was an affiliate and was about to hit partner. He managed to keep his criminal doings secret for now.

The gang paid him well which was positive but he felt lonely. He had kept away from the simulator. It had caused enough damage, possibly killing its creator. It wasn’t until three weeks later that he was eating dinner in his brand new four-bedroom house which he couldn’t believe he was in the position to buy.

He sat at his table eating when he got a notification on his phone. He had an email. He opened it up and it was from the simulator.

WE MISS YOU

It’s been too long please continue your journey.

Markus deleted it and continued eating. He was washing his plate when he thought about that email. Before we knew it he was in his new bedroom with a king-sized bed. He sat down at his computer and opened the simulator. I shouldn’t have been changed but when it loaded it had progressed a few times.

As Markus read it he was shocked to find out that it was the splitting double of the journey he had been on since he first made contact with Skull.

He finally understood this. The game was in control. He was fed up and angry. This thing had ruined his life and been a miracle at the same time. But he would rather be dead than be a drug delivery boy any longer.

He had played lots of life sims before and knew in the criminal path there was always an option to leave. However, he had so much anger towards Skull that he wanted him to pay.

Markus clicked gang and a list of options came up. He went down the list and found the one he wanted. Become a snitch. He clicked it and confirmed the choice. He had to collect evidence against the gang to get them arrested and have him get away.

His phone started ringing

To Be Continued

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Saturday 8th September 2018

Bamburgh Links - Harkness Rocks

A good start to the walk when no-one wanted money for the car-park! T&Cs sat near Harkness Rocks then butties later, a little bit further along, after we had retrieved the car. A short stroll after lunch along to the golf club. Sausage casserole and Auntie Barbara’s birthday pudding for tea back at Doxford!

GPS track of 3.25 mile walk