UPDATED 3-2-23

-Recomposed the text for better reading, and adding additional information, correcting some specifications.

I sincerely hope that most people that have read this back when I first typed it in 2021 heeded the advice and now walk around healthily without myocarditis, bells palsy or the rest of the ongoing list of *cough* "side" effects you can look up on the VAERS data. All "vaccines" are MRNA and highly toxic, the more "boosters" you take the more toxic you will become and that is why people "still get" what is misnomered "covid" as in detox symptomology.

That means, you get toxic, your body tries to oust that toxicity' and when you then "treat" that "detoxing" stopping it, that means you stay toxic, and get worse' it expressing itself through what you call illnesses. (such as the aforementioned shut-down of bodily functions.) Is it finally starting to connect with you?

UPDATED 14-2-22

https://www.centerforhealthsecurity.org/our-work/Center-projects/completed-projects/spars-pandemic-scenario.html

It is NOT a vaccine.

It will kill you if not maim you.

All the people I have worked with, I beg you to heed my warning. Those who have mocked me and refuse to listen, you will curse yourself for making the mistake.. i will not wish upon you.

Believe in an "invisible enemy" all you want, Virusses are not the cause of Illness but the aftermath, oxidation, pollution and even mental stress are the cause of toxification.

When your body ousts the toxicity by either a natural seasonal detox or detox therapy (such as helped by fytotherapeutics) like enemas as example' or the workings of the "immune" system, perhaps strenghtened with intravascular Vitamin C or Hydrochloroquine (delivery agent, not medicine itself) with Z(zinc)pack..

in the aftermath your "cells" (as in gel) excrete what is misdiagnosed to be virusses.

The petri-dish to so calledly isolate a fictional virus, creates through the use of chemicals and rays the cel-death result misdiagnosed as an identifyable pathogen. This shows itself (under a microscope) as the excretion like imagery of a supposed "cel" with appendixes.. (faultily illustrated as a single "lifeform" called virus in the artistic sense)

Taking this soup of poisoned-cel death and injecting it into the brains of a test animal, unsuprisingly causes that test animal to become sick, not because of "a virus" (well, it would be if you take it to the etymological root of the word meaning poison in the first place) but because of the poison-soup that caused the celdeath in the first place in the petri-dish)

In fact the so called excretion happens all the time to a degree declared exosome activity (which is indiscriminate from what are called supposed virusses),

Communication with all sorts of bacteria (the sum of which make up your "immune" system) that should be percieved not as external invaders but internal cleaning crew occurs that when thwarted in their self-regenerative work recompose themselves into more resistant forms. Ivermectine in particular is a treatment against parasites, that can find a nutricious biome in a oxidated (sour) system, which is why it aids to get people (somewhat) better (temporarily). for the remainder.. the ruse is to "cure' the workings of the "immune" system!

Even parasites are in your body with a purpose!. They take habitat in a sour system afterall because bacteria are prevented from creating a healthy biome, therefor the Parasites do you a favor in tending to the sour system before it would become toxic if left alone.

There is no "virus" behind a "pandemic". The very thing the rockefeller industry that grew into the alopathic monopoly has presented as cures, is your poison.

HEED this, for Godsake.

Or suffer the consequences.

And stop wearing 2.5% oxygen level lowering slavemasks that increase your co² levels and cause severe irrepairible organ damage, aside from obstructing the natural learning of infants to recognice and communicate facially.

It is literally criminal, child abuse to put such an object on a child. For the remainder suit yourself if you rather not think logically.

If you still do not understand, take some time to watch this through;

https://www.bitchute.com/video/CSjZiaMxcvyI/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/4zSlogUv7V5u/

And terrain science vs germ theory for beginners: https://www.bitchute.com/video/T0PTFfWSCd1U/

Or read the following books:

-What really makes you ill.

-The contagion myth.

-The invisible rainbow on electricity and life.

And if this isn't enough, ask yourself why all measures you supposedly 'must' take against a "virus" are not effective against even the proposed and contemporary idea of a "virus"? Instead are causing illness themselves; facemasks=oxygen deprivation 2.5% causing organ damage and pnemonia due to petridish effect. On the box of every facemask it says that it cannot be used against "coronaviusses" and yet you walk around with one?! So called lockdowns are admitted even by the WHO to be inneffective to begin with. Stop aiding your own destruction, and if you haven't taken any jabs yet.. DONT. NO MATTER THE CONSEQUENCE. Instead strive for self-sufficiency in every regard, everytime something is "taken" (which you should'nt have given) become self sufficient in it.

Follow this man on bchute, inform yourself.

https://www.bitchute.com/search/?query=andrew%20kaufman&kind=video&sort=new

update 14-2-22

His latest work: Terrain (documentairy)

https://www.bitchute.com/video/BHwcIXkVC4dU/

update 14-5-22

Calamaistr now also on Bitchute:

https://www.bitchute.com/channel/0U1rtE0ehB7g/

-Cal.

I am hereby ending my affiliation with Newgrounds due to that it caters to cancel culture through social justice fanatics with too much (digital) power.

This means that 1: I will no longer make music for anyone through Newgrounds.

2: No longer will i allow any music to be used through Creative commons, you will not get my permission no matter who you are or how nicely you ask me through private message.

3: This is permanent untill either Turkey On a Stick is removed from this site and can continue his career on Reddit or God knows what kind of radical activist sites will take him OR when He himself apoligises to me through private message (to which his considering is inevitable before this month ends but that aside, most people will never admit that they are wrong acting like Goebels assistants.)

I remember -old- Newgrounds fondly. Perhaps one day it will return to that. Just like one day you will all figure out you can here and now decide to return to normal. Live through your senses, not through these substitutes.

edit: I have deleted a few comments because they were extremely offensive and intended to smear me.

I will never deleted any comments unless they will cause an unnecessary shitstorm.

The users that placed these comments have been blocked from commenting on my page aswell.

Stay respectful, that is all.

Also, no I do not "leave Newgrounds". I said I have removed affiliations which means as described above I will no longer make music for use nor grant priviledges via pm to music that require my consent. The remainder is unchanged.

-Cal.

EDIT 2-10-2020

https://Dinarrecaps.com/our-blog/quantum-financial-system-explained

Still following "the plan"? Its the UN.

Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know im taking another internet vacation for undetermined time because im a bit tired of keeping up with the world, going back to working out after finally finding a gym that doesnt give a shit about "regulations" and lets people actually act natural (which apparently is rare behavior i guess)

Also, just can't bother with all the masonic initiation mass psychosis anymore, neither with what any dunce figures out about it because im always ahead of the curve and thats exactly whats so exhausting.

Maybe in half a year people will get to the understanding that theres nothing to be bothered about and get on with their lifes again, ill meet you guys there.

p.s. COV(ert) ID(entification) 1st letter of alpabet + 9th letter of alphabet = A.I.

Enjoy the transhumanist rollout for the internet of things that required the above supply and demand catalyst.

Social credit score and tracing, patenting of the human genome, dna and rna and its all owned by the carnegie group's members named; Bill gates SR (now jr), Ted turner, George Soros, Anthony fauci, Rockefeller.

Not a coincedence those same people are directly linked in the alopathic (commercial healthcare and pharmaceutical) industry which has always been a SCAM.

Its founders; Rockefeller, Carnegie and Morgan.

p.s. https://calamaistr.newgrounds.com/news/post/1093336

Now you know.

-Cal..

A MOMENT PASSED (2)

"Mihony et weldt writh" a scribbled inscription read, carved into the wooden board above the bedroom door.. on the inside so only he could see it every daybreak. Noone was allowed to enter the room, noone ever had been invited into the room. Not even sleep.

In fact, the room wasn't used as 'his bedroom, but he always had to visit it at daybreak for the simulation of waking his daughter he never had the pleasure to meet.

"Your father loves you more than anything" He'd say upon entering. "He sacrifices his passions to help you stand in this world self sufficient, undaunted and incorruptible by it's allure, instead to be tested at most by it's trials, without the handicap of poor parenting, and always a place of joy to return to would you feel lost." Then, he faced the inscription and for a moment would stare into space, then start his own day.

The most part of the day consisted of work in the garden, growing a great number of vegetables, flowers and roots, inspecting the layers of his waterfiltration system and making sure the ropes on the swing weren't damaged by mr. hops who was not a mister at all but a tiny bird that had taken the garden for himself at times it's master wasn't around.. ..Named after his typical manner of hopping around on the ground.

Mr. Hops didn't like ropes perhaps.

At the end of the garden, just inside the fence stood a short pole halfway out of the ground the lenght of a regular post.. on it a classical letterbox, just incase any letter would ever find his way.

Ofcourse none would ever come from any other person considering his own made property was hidden in the deeper part of the woods, far away from any roads used by recreants. But he'd like to think that gnomes were real.. just to lighten the mood, and they had to be able to reach the letterbox so he made it smaller. It were things like these that would help to keep away from deep despair. Atleast to him the world was confined to something out of a fairy tale. ..

The letterbox read what he could remember of his 'first name, scribbled on just like the bedroom inscription.. "Gems" It was all that still sounded a bit like it anyway.

As far as Gems was concerned not remembering anything about his last name was no big deal.. "Last names are to pass on", Gems would mutter to himself everytime the thought came up.

-

One day, inspecting the swingset, mr. Hops was sitting on the ground uninterested at Gems's pressence, he seemed to be staring at the letter box..

Carefully Gems picked up mr. Hops, something mr. Hops allowed rarely unless feeling tired.

"Did you spot a gnome, mr. Hops?" Gems queried while stroking the little bird's head softly.

"There are no gnomes" mr. Hops replied and flapped its wings, but not enough to fly. But i think you might have a letter, i saw a postman deliver one and i wonder what it says.. you rarely get any letters, if ever at all..

Gems walked to the letterbox, sat down on his knees and felt inside the box. "I don't really feel anything inside the box, are you sure there even was a postman?"

mr. Hops jumped out of his other hand and flew off..

Gems scratched his head.. the bird must've been wrong.. there's no way any postmen would ever come to this hidden part of the woods and noone even knew him to be sending letters.. atleast noone since he left town.. and that was so long ago.. he still had hair those days.. none anylonger.

Either that or mr. Hops had pulled one on him, probably because he didn't like ropes, perhaps.

-

Autumn came, Gems had installed a few more playsets because a swing could get boring for the little girl, and he had made sure there were a few more types of flowers that weren't just for yield but could also spruce up the grace. Gems himself never used any of the playsets, he was too old and they would break. Sometimes mr. Hops would use them but not for long, and never the rope of the swingset.

Sometimes he wondered though, who the figure standing outside the gate was.. but not because he was worried. He knew it was an animal, just not what kind. It ate some of the leaves at the gate's edge and because it wasn't a very high gate it kindof ruined the idea of being veiled from the outside world.

One oktober morning Gems walked out wielding a glass of water hoping to chase the animal off forgood, he didn't want the leaves to be reduced to none, what if there was a stray lumberjack that would stumble upon his abode?

"I will throw my water at you if you don't stop eating those leaves!" Gems uttered, not loud enough to be called a yell.. Afterall a yell could travel far enough to have someone inspect it. "Im not actually eating them" the animal replied in a whispery voice.. "Im laying them on the ground"

Gems felt a bit better at the idea that atleast the leaves weren't being eaten but he was still not all too happy about the fact that it ruined any and all cover.

"Could you.. atleast put them back when you're done?" asked Gems to the animal.

"Well, that will take a while" the animal replied. "Im far from done, but eventually i suppose."

Gems felt better knowing eventually the animal would put the leaves back, it was inconcievable that the wall of green that protected him from becoming some kind of sightsee for the townsfolk would dissapear forever, and he didn't 'really' want to throw water at the animal.. so he agreed.

-

Wake up!! Wake up!! mr. Hops called. It was .. probably around 3 oclock at night.. "I'm quite literally part of a giant letter!"

Gems didn't really want to believe something so ridiculous.. mr Hops had lied to him before about a letter ..and of all things a 'giant' letter didn't sound realistic at all.. who would drop off a giant letter.. and why would they make mr. Hops a part of it?

Slowly Gems opened his window and looked down from where mr. Hops had called.

Everywhere he could see was the brightest paper.. and on top of it stood mr. Hops.

"I told you!" mr. Hops said. "shall i write you something?" and hopped around writing on the paper.

"I can't read that" Gems replied while arcing a bit around from the window, even on the roof there seemed to be paper.. "who sent the letter?"

mr. Hops flapped his wings.. "well not a gnome cause there are no gnomes, it was the postman i think".. and made some more writing on the paper.

"I've never seen a postman here and i've lived here such a long time" sighed Gems.. "don't write too much on the paper, i'll go back to bed because i'm really tired." and went back to bed.. Gems wasn't too bothered with the paper, it felt actually nice someone finally sent him something but he also pondered about how he somehow had forgotten how to read..

The next day Gems saw that mr. Hops had written alot, but he still couldn't read it. Gems decided that mr. Hops was allowed to write letters and he himself was going to stay inside not to be reminded of his forgetfulness, it could mean that soon he would not be able to read his own name on the letterbox any longer.. or worse.. the inscription above the bedroom door..

-

a few months later Gems saw that the animal had put some of the leaves back, and mr. Hops seemed to have made so much letters he had to send them all away so the garden no longer had any paper. Sadly the rope swing had fallen down so mr. Hops also was more cheerful because he didn't like ropes, perhaps. .and Gems was more cheerful because he had still been able to read the inscription every morning.

On top of the roof stood a fishbowl and Gems was rather unsure how it had made its way up there. "Did you put the fishbowl on the roof, mr. Hops?"

Mr. Hops hopped around and didn't speak. Perhaps he had written so much that he had forgotten how to speak and could only write from now on.. Atleast he wasn't bothered by the rope anylonger.

"I'm going to climb the roof to take it down, we wouldn't want it to fall off the roof and break." sighed Gems as he walked to the back of the house where he had nailed planks into the wall to function as a ladder.

On top of the roof Gems discovered the fishbowl had escaped the roof and itself had climbed on top of one of the tree's next to the house.

From there it looked at Gems.

"I guess it's a game to you" Gems said to the fishbowl. "Im old and i cant climb the tree, so you'll have to get back to the roof yourself" and climbed back down the wall planks again..

Down in the garden Gems could see the fishbowl had climbed back onto the roof.

-

One day in Juli mr. Hops was sitting on the rope swing that Gems had repaired, apparently he didn't hate ropes that much afterall. Or perhaps he had sent one of the letters to the rope and the rope had written him back and then they became friends.. thought Gems.

mr. Hops used the swing to be able to stare at the roof.

"the fishbowl got sick" said mr. Hops. "i think he might have a fever" .. "He has stayed on the roof for too long, perhaps we must bring him medicine".

"No way" Gems sternly uttered waving his finger "medicine isn't good".. "I'll go talk to him" and he climbed back up the roof by the wall planks, it had been awhile and with creaky knees and some huff and puffs it took a bit longer than before.

On the roof he noticed that the fishbowl had remembered from the while back and had once again escaped to the nearby tree, despite his fever.

"Im not bringing you medicine, i just want to see if you're okay" Gems tried to calm the fishbowl.

"I'm ok, im just looking at your flowers, they look very nice and i hope they are for someone special" The fishbowl emitted while resting its head on the treetop.

"They are, my daughter likes them very much because they have soft colors" Gems concluded somewhat touched as he descended the wall planks again..

He was glad that the fishbowl was allright, apparently mr. Hops had pulled one on him again.

-

The days went by quite fast, atleast Gems wasnt alone.. he had mr. Hops who had befriended the rope, so that was covered. The fisbowl was enjoying the flowers, and sometimes he noticed the animal at the gate again..

The animal.. Gems hoped the animal wouldn't be laying leaves on the ground again, what if someone saw the fishbowl on the roof..

"Your father loves you more than anything" Gems started the mantra he repeated every day when he noticed something highly concerning.. something that was different, something had changed.

On his daughters bed sat a gnome.

"Gems" the gnome started.. somehow knowing his name.. "the animal is putting the leaves on the ground again, and mr. Hops sends letters to the fishbowl"

"What!?" Gems startled..

"Don't worry about it" the gnome continued with a strange little laugh.. "Don't you remember why i said those words all those decades ago?"

Gems felt a sense of terror set on him, dark panic, despair.. "I don't want to know. ..i dont want to know".. "they are MY words.."

 "Yes, my words" the gnome said. "who did you grow those flowers for?"

"My daughter" Gems sighed lowering himself to the floor, kindof to sit at the same height as the gnome, but he was also tired and afraid..

"Have you ever met her?" asked the gnome on his daughters bed..

Gems held his head in his hands, he could feel a long beard slide between his fingers.. "Im old, aren't i?"

"You haven't" said the gnome.. "You haven't met your daughter because she has never been here"

"I dont have a daughter" Gems cried.. "but maybe she will someday send me a letter"

The gnome looked up as if he was about to sigh himself.. then turned to Gems again.. "mr. Hops sent the letter, your daughter wont send you a letter.. there's no way she would come all this way to this hidden part of the woods"

"But there was no letter" cried Gems..

"There was no letter" continued the gnome.. "there was no mr. Hops"

Gems had to catch his breath for a moment.. "but he's right there!, outside!"

"No he's not" uttered the gnome.. "its just a bird"

Gems slammed his hands down on the floor and angrily confronted the gnome "then what about the fishbowl!! and what about the animal!!"

The gnome climbed down the side of the bed, walked around the room like a detective and explained himself; "I've been here a long wrong time and yet its like a moment passed, sometimes remember bits and never good things true.. but i know time goes fast" then turned around and paced around the other way "When all things right around, are all things turned against you.. you'd have to hide worldwide and everything in sight works to that end is that not what i said my friend? Yes i do every morning.. after our paths have crossed." Then turned around again and walked as he had before.. Gems in turn stood up and started walking the room aswell..

"Your father loves you more than anything.. He sacrifices his passions to help you stand in this world self sufficient, undaunted and incorruptible by it's allure, instead to be tested at most by it's trials, without the handicap of poor parenting, and always a place of joy to return to would you feel lost"

Gems noticed there was no gnome..

There was no daughter, not here and not anywhere in the world..

There was no mr. Hops.. just a bird outside..instead.

There was no animal laying leaves on the ground.. just autumn..

There was no letter to write on. .. just winter's snow..

There was no Fishbowl on the roof.. or at a treetop.. just the sun of spring and summer..

And the post..man.. was what he had become..

It was but a rare moment of lucidity, conciousness.. in which he knew he was old.. demented..

But the world was different now and he had to live far away from it just not to be trapped in a hospice.. 'no.. NO... he rather be demented in his fairytale garden, where a gnome might oneday send him a letter, and he could build playsets and grow flowers for his daughter.

Gems scratched his head, looked at the wooden board above the bedroom door and stared into space.. just a moment.. just for a moment he felt like he could read the scribble etched into it.. .. "enmity with the world"..

And just for a moment.. just for a moment.. James remembered his name.

-

Outside, Gems inspected the swingset and noticed mr. Hops was sitting on the ground uninterested at Gem's pressence, he was staring at the letter box..

Carefully Gems picked up mr. Hops, something mr. Hops allowed rarely unless feeling tired.

"Did you spot a gnome, mr. Hops?" Gems queried while stroking the little bird's head softly.

-FIN

UPDATE 04-7-2020

He is the savior and hero, adored by all of man and their child.

Prevented the sickness destruction of all.

Vaccines had been lies, he gave us a real cure.. although it was small.

World ruler his name, now chanted the many.

The public went wild, as Lucifer came.

There had in truth not.. been sickness in any..

The cure instead did unknown to the lot

a sterile enviroment where no body could..

auton-omous-ly create its own ever..

Dependent now on; this savior so clever..

This is the plan that all of us got.

UPDATE 12-5-2020

Taking vacation, so to speak' from the internet (too much research past period is a bit tiring) So will no longer respond to questions. Sorry.

-Cal.

Oh hey, washington times too? YUP

https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2020/apr/28/coronavirus-hype-biggest-political-hoax-in-history/

LOOK AT THE INFLUENZA NUMBERS COMPARED TO THE FAUX COV

https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/health_policy/Provisional-Death-Counts-COVID-19-Pneumonia-and-Influenza.pdf

https://qalerts.app/media/0cfbc41807f164864433d829c8543f28f92e6f45d6e430fcf7e91a13624c5b42.jpg

-

https://ia802609.us.archive.org/12/items/pdfy-tNG7MjZUicS-wiJb/Scenarios%20for%20the%20Future%20ofTechnology%20and%20International%20Development.pdf

Read page 17+

LOCK STEP.

This is a blueprinted program, not a pandemic.

There is no test for an isolated virus, the test looks for exosomes. (response to any and all upset of bacterial balance)

There is no symptom for any isolated virus, they diagnose on all influenza symptoms.

There is no movieesque thing as a airborne virus attacking people, virusses are solvents of the own body's biome. It is big-pharma buisiness model religious dogma that states virusses are organisms of their own, this is fraudulent and dangerous nonsense.

There is no overrun hospital anywhere on earth, the hospitals are all empty (documented)

There is no lack of beds due to overrun hospitals either, there was a bed shortage 3-4 years ago already.

There is no disaster out of the ordinary in Italy. Lombardy was known for its high density of high age elders with lung problems.

There is no disaster out of the ordinary in Wuhan. The area was the most polluted city on earth for many years and its population wore mouth protection for many years already aswell.

No mask protects against a viral infection due to viral infections being internal, not contageous' reactions after cell pollution by bacterial balance upset and/or polluted enviroment and foods.

No desinfectant soap will help against any viral infection because desinfectant soap kills your bodies own good bacteria and makes the external bacteria resistant 'causing' infection.

Staying inside lowers your vidD (a known imune system booster) intake.

Isolation and especially prevention of physical contact lowers your antioxidants and increases your oxidant levels in the body.

Zinc, magnesium, vitC, vitD, B complex, vitA, iodine (kelp).. these are all immune system boosting minerals and vitamins that you would normally gain from fresh foods, which means not the packaged conservated and sprayed with poison foods but either fresh from the land or frozen foods. Especially in the spring and summer months these foods are full of minerals and vitamins. In the winter they are poor with the above which causes deficiencies. Combined with less sunlight deficiencies of vitC and D especially are the direct cause of many influenzas and its family tree.

The above statements are all REAL medical knowledge, contrary to the pseudo scientist hacks you are bombarded with in the media. All of the above can be traced and confirmed by any real immunotherapist or physician.

Soon, very soon these facts will come to light worldwide. This is the awakening.

-Cal.

This is the reality:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/BV3R8pLzTjfi/

https://www.bitchute.com/video/hEJo0N8693RL/

Even industry taught doctors now whistleblow:

https://www.bitchute.com/video/sbBiAZsR7lfS/

For my American fellow human freedomlovers and constitutionalists;

https://www.aier.org/

Decent information, even though i dont agree with the pharmaceutical dogma on virusses thats still followed.

Protect your God given rights to the death.

And here it is, an album you could consider the daughter of the machine series.

'A moment passed' is a more than cryptic advice; despite it might look science fiction by genre.. i asure you it is the truest tale i have ever told.

If you heed it, perhaps let it inspire you by example.. it should change your life, give you your sight, heal your wounds.

Its inspiration did mine.

Tomorrow, i shall sever the cable of internet (i have never owned wifi in my life, nor a cellphone since 2001) from my pc indefinately and move my pc to another room where it will function as a trophy and perhaps a stereotower kind of tool instead of as an externalized copy of my mind to the whims and will of dataminers, excuse my french.. i meant artificial intelligence ofcourse. Metaphors aside.. i long for the day you all decide to do the same, or are made to by a solar flare. Do not set your trust and dependance on artificial machinery while you are the owner of the most sophisticated but more importantly resonating machines already; the human body. Your disconnect from it and yourselves is caused by your mesmerization away from it. Negligence of such authenticity is your obstacle in attaining happiness. No substitute will amount to it. Follow me.

http://www.newgrounds.com/playlists/view/1e73be02c95e16fac29820e87d7814e3

Expressing some elements of life.

Taking the shape of water, dealing with the machines, the winds of boldness, a burning ambition, and life as a whole.. ; its the toughest thing you'll ever do.

Tracklist:

WATER https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/801061

EARTH https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/801063

WIND https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/801194

FIRE https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/802113

LIFE https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/805153

-

Listen very carefully as i state this and realize i am dead serious; This is it, i have periodically dwindled my use of external senses and behaviors, i have not owned a cellphone since 2001, i have removed my facebook for 3 months now, i quit gaming for 2 weeks and unplugged my playstation 4 pro now, and today is the day i will unplug my internet cable from my pc permanently. I am a hostage of my photography and music that resides on its harddrive so it would be too much ( too personally taxing) to actually unplug my pc.. which i may still use more and more rarily to work with, however.. The internet, or better known as the false reality, the third reality.. has to be removed from my life, so i can live again. In the past few years i have done more and more sports, taken more care of my appearance, by many practices i have become more adult in my mind and act. It will not be a too hard transition to finalize. There used to be but two realities, the wake world and the sleep. Why did we ever need a third? There is no argument that can keep me. I couldnt care less about missing an update as i already do not use social media anymore, looking something up ill do in a calm fashion at the library from now on, or ask passerby's of age that wont emediately reach for their cellphone with an uninterested gaze. Remember, if you too want to do this.. dont do it while you dont have anything else to do, and understand that the internet uses your friends and family against you, telling you it is just people connecting with people. The reality is it is replacing your physical pressence, its an emulation, artificial. You settle for the chinese phoney version of a product that is life. This is it my friends. See you on the other side for those who follow. :)

-Cal.

Dear Calamaistr fans, the long wait is over both for you and me.. or atleast as far as the OST goes. The game is waiting for greenlight on steam.

External visions is an absolutely fantastic (and i dont just say this because ive worked for this project but because im truly impressed) game created by Karlo(minotaur on ng)(animator, incredible work) and Manolis tsamis(coder, doing pure magic on the game) and i was honored with the task of creating its official soundtrack which i have now completed.

I will be uploading the tracks to YT (which goes a lot faster -_- )  and then retire fully my job as Videogame composer because i want to focus on the physical life and turn away from digital things. Ive started boxing for a few months now (as i write this 3 months so far) and i want to focus on it alot more to get connected with my physical self again as the internet had me living in not much else beyond my thoughts. I cant say that ill never make music again but even if thats the case then i hope you have and will enjoy my established work.

Heres the YT link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIlmFf34Fh8

-Cal.

Just so people know im busying about.

greets. -Cal.

11-16

11> Puffer. (Sam somam leaves Anis grav and joins Aenimcea directly, then kills Hecariël to destroy Lone's morale.)

-: "You would do well to shut your mouth, you pathetic little bird"
"You betrayed your own, together with him.. did you not"

What are you talking about.. betrayal... ??.. we but survived Janus"

-: "Deluded angel, noone ever targetted you.. yet you fought.. even on the side of Nebuchadnezzar.. against your supreme command.."
"Oh yes, it is my expertise to know these things"

"Who are you.."

-: "Sam somam, grand librarian of Hura, but you.. you are a spec from Hura.. a beautiful little statue of the gods" "You have no meaningful history"
"Arent you the daughter of the late great Ezegiel?" "How does it feel.. that no history remains but my knowledge of it.."
Continued Somam..
"Does it draw you to me?"

"Where am i anyway, let me out of these"

-: "No no no no no.. pretty girl.. You're not going anywhere.. only the lucky get out of here.." replied Somam.

?: "Just get it over with, i hate it when you play with people" A voice behind Somam emitted. "It worry's me if you're actually healthy in your head to talk to them at all"

-: "In a moment" Sam sighed. "History needs form, let me give that form to its actions"
"Where did you send the other one anyway"

?: "To the north" "Right into a division of Behi."

-: "You should have just put him in here aswell" "History likes drama" Sam somam noted walking toward the girl.

"You're talking of lone ...arent you.." The girl cried..
"He wont fall for your trap, he wont disappear from your precious history.. he will change it."

 †

-

"Odyses, she might have been right you know.." "He might not fall for your trap"

"So, he got lucky then" Odyses laughed.
-

Sam somam could not help but feel greatly annoyed at the foolishness of Esys alliance; Odyses, he felt he would not bear the service of Anis grav anylonger and thus set out to the hotskinned man. "Aenimcea"
-
[20 days later, northern kenai mountain slope.]

-"I bring you news that i have set up a ploy to break their spirit, powerful lord""In fact i will let you break mine, accept me in your service"
"I cannot serve one that looks up to others"

"So you're a top dog.." "But 'why would you want to be in my service" sighed Aenimcea..

-"I have leeched off the knowledge of men to understand the Denimus, it all came down to the action of a single individual..
But he did not understand the meaning of it all, you do.. you understand the possibilities."

The hotskinned man stood up from its resting.. "It is not about possibility, it is about longing, longing to meet with possibility.. we all long to find the direction, and how far we can gaze into it"
"I 'saw you with Anis, you do interest me but you'll have to convince me"

-"I have confirmed my contact to have had one of your enemies in captivity, an angel girl.. possibly the last celestial that had not joined Esys..  
'Odyses.. he told me she was with the bright haired roamer, the old prince." "That was the last she uttered, this will break his will to come after you"
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12> The return. (Lone and Sidel find and join Figo and Selen, Lone promises them he will join them against Aenimcea on a specific night.)

In an underground crevice and cave, finally.. Lone and Sidel had by no mistake uncovered the location of the old king Evrae kseres.
Further back in sat his loyal and brave personal guard Orobas, still unknown to Lone and sidel to have been Selen, princess of trine, sister of Kyigei.

Lone and Sidel made both to be exhilarant in their reunion and rejoin, but what Evrae had to say was much troubling.

To the northeast, the ancient ruins of Emper.. a nation long gone since the days of King Osega of Trine, housed the original Denimus device that once spawned forth the god golem Icle.
Lone remembered this creature all to well. (see TTC CHGENERO)
Aenimcea, the hot skinned man.. was determined to activate it, that much was understood.
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"Lone, we cant sit idly by.. if this beast man wishes to set the whole thing in motion all over again, we have to go to Emper and stop him.."
"All my men would die a second death to do so..besides it is my personal responsibility" Noted Evrae.

"Why is that so, exactly" Sidel queried.

"Because, and forgive me for keeping this from you.. i did that not to aggrevate you by grace of Trine.. I am Empers old lord.."
Evrae continued.. "I was not always a kind lord, but this was because i struggled against my council.. one that was led by magic crazy sorcerors who craved naught but magical power and spectacle"
"In the end, for my disagreement concerning Eden.. " Kseres turned to lone for a moment.. "They punished me with the vim lavos.. a magical poison that has no cure"
"This is.." Kseres stopped for a moment and turned its head toward Orobas in the corner..  "Why what you see before you now, is undead.."

"I didnt know" Lone apoligised emediately.. "Did my daughter know?"

"Your daughter" Evrae said in concern.. "The truth is she was not your daughter" "I should have told you"
"She only said so to feign right to Edens throne, the truth is her taint was from the vim lavos"

Lone felt stunned, did this mean.. Princess jui having lied about her heritage to him.. had heritage to Emper...? Perhaps even to..

"This cannot be" Lone intruded pacing. "She had the late princess blood, she had Selens eyes.."

"Yes..she did" Said Orobas from the corner. "And i left to Emper because i 'already loved its ruler, Figo"

"My old name" Evrae sighed..

Lone started to understand.. Orobas stood up and walked toward him without his helmet.. beside its old undead face still adorned the same beautiful golden hair..
This was no man, this was a woman.. this was Selen...

"My father would never have agreed, Trine and Emper werent at good terms." She then turned to Sidel. "My brothers deaths.. were not your fault, they were mine."
"And now by the vim lavos, i suffer its concequence together with your lord before you.."
-
[2 days later]

Having settled down  Lone, Sidel, Figo and Selen had agreed to ..together' commit to a full on attack on Emper's region to stop Aenimcea from whatever intentions he had with the Denimus device.

"We need to stop the destruction of all of Edin, all of my men.. undead or no will join" Evrae cheered on.
"The enemy has machines unknown to this world, but my blade will resist them." Selen followed.
"My darkness will have to be stilled in its fire, this foe i have already fought and will not fear" Sidel replied.
"On the day its night, one of them told me, so be it.. i promise ill be there" Lone ensured.

"I promise, but i need to go somewhere else first" .."its important to me" distancing himself toward the cave's exit..

"Where exactly is that Lone.." Figo asked worried, placing his hand on Lones shoulder..
"We shouldnt split up again, not anymore"

Lone kept moving regardless and admitted; "There is this girl, the daughter of a old friend from Hura.." "They resided in the south, i have not found her.. or trace"
"One of their kin is truly near, in the swamp of the old Owls desert" "He lied to me in my search, i need to know why"

"Then i will come with you" Sidel called out and picked up his blade and attire, running after him.

"I promise, Figo. Once i found her, i will be at Emper." Lone still emitted as he left the crevice.
-

Vasals from four different times reunited in one, Figo at its head readied his undead kin for the coming assault on Emper. Trusting Lone and Sidel's swift return.
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13> Close and Equal. (Sidel has found Anis grav and Sasariël secluded by Sam somam's leave, he kills Sasariël and wounds Anis grav, ; Lone speaks to the wounded Anis grav, finding out the truth about Sam somam and what he did to Hecariël, After this Anis grav kills himself by removing his helmet)

"Stay away from my lord" The skeletal celestial warned.. "Not one more step"

"Careful.. Sasariel.." "He carries a cloak of dark" Anis grav coughed.. planted against the rocks in the barren northern stretch of owls.

"Sidel.." Lone noted.. "Feel free to.. kill the warden, but leave Anis to me" "He is the only one here who may know where she is"

It was but a short fight, Sasariel might have been the guardian of underworlds entrance.. Sidel carried a true darkness from the depths of hybernaculuüm..
It pierced even the lesser dark of the but cursed. Engulfing it blazed amongst them.. as the wings of a murder blotting out the sun.
Sidel had changed to be the master of his affliction.

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"Wait.." Anis grav pleaded to Lone as he sat on the ground in defeat.. "He's not here"
"Somam.. He joined with the fallen firegod.. The one called Aenimcea.."

"What are you talking about.. you dare to act surrendered?" Lone yelled while kicking Anis grav over.
"Noone is fooled, we are 'both here for answers"

"Then tell me!" "Where is Janus?!"
Anis uttered as Sasariel fell before him by Sidel's blade. Anis did not even seem to mind it anylonger..

"That is the big joke.." Lone sighed grabbing Anis by his suit pulling him closer.. "On Hura..."

Anis sat silent.. He had traveled all this way to Edin in search of his new lord only to find out he never left Hura..
And now the only way back... was through the last Denimus that was about to be the center of battle.. Not that Aenimcea would ever let him..

"Lone" ... Anis sighed deeply.. "It was Somam all along.. he has gone to ..  ..his friend Odyses.. the girl never left his house.."
"But.. I.. "  "I cannot exist without a lord you see.. i was but a slave to the will of the gods.." "This was never about my alliegance"

Anis slowly took off his helmet..

Now Lone understood why Anis had done everything.. including laying waste throughout his path in desperation.

Anis his face was old and pale, even falling appart..

"I cannot exist.. without a lord.. Janus.....  i was given to him by the will of the late Barheire.."

"It no longer matters.. I had but days.. with some luck.." "But to go back to Hura.. ...its over"

Anis fell backward besides his guardian.

"What will you do" Sidel queried turning to Lone as his dark cloak decreased its volume. "Tomorrow will be the day it is night, you promised the undead king"

What could Lone do.. there was only one thing to do.. join the battle against Aenimcea at the ruined capital of Emper ..

"I cant.." Lone replied against his will and honor.. "I cant hold my promise" as he started walking toward the southwest..

"The angel girl?" Sidel called after him.

Lone looked back one more time and answered; "The angel girl"
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14> Fury ends with you. (Against his promise to join the battle. Lone strays from his timescheme and tracks down Sam somam then executes him after he refuses to tell lone where Hecariëls body is, this makes lone unable to attend the battleplan)

The golden house in the swamp.. he had been there before.. was she there.. should he have seen through Odyses his lies?.. should he have stormed into the rooms, the stairways, the cellars.. as he had done in the church of Ter amok..
Could she still be in there after all this time..

Now arrived, Lone would lose all hope..
In front of the golden house the statue was covered in blood.. in its arms it held the lifeless body of Odyses himself..
It did not bode well..

 "Luck has reunited you once again" was written before him, likely with his blood.

Inside the house stood a figure at the far end of the room before a grand glass in lead arc..

"So, it took you this long to figure it out" The figure spoke as he turned around removing a head cloth..
"You dont remember me, but i know more about your kind than you think"

"My name is Somam, but a scholar ..true.. but one that holds the understanding of all that has come to pass"

"Does that include where Hecariël is?!" Lone yelled in anger.. "You better not have done the same to her!"

"But i have!" Somam replied.. "Are you not curious why i would go to these lenghts, just for you?"

Was this man insane?, what deranged plan could justify killing her..of all people..

"You see, when a man of power plots.. they plot to gain something" Somam continued undaunted.. "When a man of wisdom plots, they plot merely to move pieces of the game"
"And so you have moved to me"

"To rip your throat out from you" Lone interrupted rushing toward Somam.

"Yes" Somam laughed as Lone wrapped his hands around his neck.. "And thus you will never know where her body is"

"Then let it be your final words" Lone spat without pause as he threw Somam into a pillar.. to unsheathe his blade.
"I may not understand a thing about you, scheming monster.."

"Then think about it.." Somam responded relatively calm still laughing.. "You will kill me?  History wont mind it,  do it.. but with me will die the only account. ..the only one with knowledge of it all"

"TELL ME WHERE HER BODY IS" Lone yelled on top of his lungs as he bashed Somams head through the glass in lead arc..

Somam stumbled away from Lone's trembling grip "No no no.." .. "That would ruin the story"

Holding his sword to somams neck Lone stood petrified.. this man.. had been scheming it all, since the early days of Dam.. he had caused Dimudu's madness, he had steered Ume's research on the Denimus in Eliu..
He had played with the Denimus.. and the Roamers.. and even with all of Edin.. just to have.. a story??

"Do you think i would let you do that" Somam smiled.. "Was it not wonderous"

"And now it will end with fire.."

-

"You are a beast, you did not record the history of our worlds.. you fabricated it." Lone concluded as he rose his blade..
"I may not make it to the battle, but i trust your ending will be thwarted, for i believe in my friends" "And you wont be here to record it."

"I know" Somam said now with a serious tone. "The true evils of a universe that eats itself are those who witness it."

Briefly Lone hesitated then cutted clean.
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prelude to 15: Empers embers:
The Battle had already started, Sidel would come just in time as the armies of his undead king.. also known as Evrae Kseres would clash into thousands of burning machines dorned Curu behi.. protecting their demigod.. Aenimcea' as he worked to activate the last Denimus.
Aenimcea had found alliance with the warlocks of said capital serving Oji che whom would join in his protection and appointed Emper forests warrior champion' Tabieto to the task of leading the Curu behi against siege.
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15> Empers Embers. (The great battle)

But much unlike his expectation Sidel  had still come too late, the woods of Emper were lit with the golden glow of a soaring fire, the sharp metal sounds still rose up from the chaos snapped him out of his serenity of disbelief letting him realise the chaos ensued.
Yes, too late.. as he rushed gracefully through Evrae's undead and Aenim's curu behi machines.. noticing the splatter in one of the pockets of room between, Evrae's guardian Orobas.. only just to have been revealed to be the dissapeared Selen of Trine butchered, with her sword still stuck unforgiven by her cold grasp like a painting..
Only a slight further by another pocket the remains of Aenim's freshly appointed general of battle.. the woodland champion Tabieto.. he had been slaughtered mercilessly by a hateful three pronged wound, signature of Evrae's spear. He had gotten his revenge.

"The F#!CK are you standing there for, over here ..Sidel!!"
a all to familiar voice pierced the moment of fluid regret losing its grip on reality oncemore..

And just in time, Sidel could barely dodge the razor sharp blades of an onslaught in number, the machines knew no fatigue. Quickly he slided under them as they clashed into the just as persistant undead, landing next to Evrae behind a waist high lump of dirt.

"I.. im sorry about .." "I just arrived, but Lone.. he wouldnt..well.. the angel girl.."

"Will you shut it already" Evrae interrupted Sidel as if he had already expected to go against all odds..
"I need you to be yourself" "No.. I need you to be what you truly are" "We need to push through right now, its just one more.."

"What do you mean" Sidel pondered being at a loss regardless of his skill, the undead would never be enough, the machines would simply use the parts of the fallen ones beside them to repair eachother and fight on a never ending resistance..
could two ..though greatly experienced men truly push through a wall of metal that sliced through bone?

"I.. cant" Sidel panicked.. "We cant Evrae.. be realistic, we have to wait for lone.."

Evrae grabbed Sidels hair "Hell we will, when i just said i needed you to be yourself i meant use the darkness you have gained, use it.!!"

Sidel understood, but he had tapped into the last of his energy fighting the corpse angel Sasariël.. he was simply done. "I cant use it anymore, im afraid the curse has dried up"

"Not if i give you mine" Evrae insisted..

The Vim lavos.. Evrae's undead curse.. if Evrae would give him that, his new powers could run rampant.. but that would mean...

"It would kill me..."

Sidel looked Evrae in the eyes...

"But it never has done to you.."

"Very well" Sidel wholeheartedly consented.. "For Lone.."

"Nah" Evrae joined.. "For the sake of the world again"
-

Evrae placed his hand on Sidel's face and in a swift movement stabbed himself through his palm engulfing him in the curse of the vim lavos living in place of Evrae's absent blood..
The result could not have been forseen.. Instead of gaining the curse of the vim lavos.. Sidel's dark curse emediately leeched Evrae's curse dry, making itself master over it.

Renewed and much empowered, Sidel's dark curse though still moved by his will in a wisp coexistance lifted his body up into the air on a zound unseen legs of the darkest smoke, bending slightly over the metal and undead that were but a pool of ants to it.. and moved forward..
"This ..is it.." Evrae coughed struggling after it toward the temple in the distance where Aenimcea would be tampering with the final Denimus device..

His loyal mindless.. the apocalyptic army of Curu behi machines posed a threat no longer, Sidel.. carried by the risen embodiment of darkness itself moved forward fearlessly, pushing, imploding, disintegrating anything in its way..

-

Then, at the very steps to the temple.. one last obstacle remained.

Oji che. The arch mystic of Emper, he who had governed the wizards of Emper's control on Evrae when he still ruled as a human..emperor Figo.. It was Oji che who now controlled the Curu behi with a mighty conjuration..
Unintimidated he turned to Sidel and in but a single redirecting cast of of his magick crushed the darkness to earth..

"If anything uses the powers of the unseen realm here, it is my incantation" The arch mystic hackled in a misplaced cheerfulness.

"Go.. i will.. do what i can" Sidel emitted standing back on his feet, still bent forward and in pain.. his faithful scimitar in hand.
And by no warning bumrushed toward Oji che who now had no choice than turn toward him, dropping the incantation and with it the whole army in the plains..

Together they fell to the ground, Oji che with Sidel's scimitar through him neck to chest.. Sidel truly exhausted.

"I will end this, you wont go in vain.." Evrae comforted Sidel.. he himself struggling to stay upright..
"Though it might have killed me too"

"Its fine"... Sidel said in pain.. still trying for a smile.. "right?"
"Just.." "Figo..." "I used to know someone just like you two.."

"Who?" Evrae (Figo) replied..

Sidel groaned as his blood started leaking out from the corner of his mouth in his deadly embrace..
"Ill see him again right?" "Kyigei" "The reason i joined lone.." was because he reminded me of him"

"Lone"... Evrae sighed, and briefly sat down beside Sidel.. "I once wanted to be like him"
"But now ... that im human again... how can i.."...  "Sidel?"... "...."...

Evrae rose up.. and turned toward the stairs of the temple..

Sidel was no more, and the eerie silence cryed the louder.
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16> (Ending) The day its night. (Lone confronts Aenimcea) .

"Stop you fucking fiend" Evrae kseres yelled as he crawled through the temple's entrance bloodied..
before him at the end of the well lit room Aenimcea stood tending to his effigy; the glorious mother of all Denimus.

"You are too late" Aenimcea calmly growled. "But i am really impressed you made it through"
"Ready to see the best part, the moment that the Denimus will finally remove the barriers between worlds, space.. and time"
"so coming to a close a grand life of these universae, to return us all to what we truly are.."

"We are not all roamers" Evrae coughed lifting his spear..

"Truly.." Aenimcea answers as calm.. "You still think you can stop it"

Then just for a moment time could convince you it had ceased.. the two men's gaze meet and know there is no other way.

With all his strenght Evrae throws his trident spear right at Aenimcea as he cries out "For Lone i will"
Then his uncursed mortal body smashes into the entrance's pillar behind him, a hole burned through his whole chest..
Aenimcea had in the same moment fired a concentrated burst of blazing light..

Then as the at long last death came to Evrae..

Aenimcea slowly turned around toward the Denimus device...

Evrae's spear had pierced its heart, resting pole deep through its center.
/music end/
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/following segment after music, in silence/
The day after lone walked through the heaps of dead, pitch black tar bled machines, sanguine field of his family.

"Selen" He noticed her as he pushed onward... "My sweet...Selen"

"Sidel..." He paused at his old friend's body. "I.. should have been here"..
Feelings of immense guilt tormented him as he entered the temple..

"Even Evrae..." He was shocked to find, ridden of his immortal curse, now dead.

"And Aenimcea" ... sitting on the floor still at the Denimus damaged beyond repair..

"Kill me then" Aenimcea sighed.. "What does it truly matter now"

Lone sat down beside Aenimcea.
"It wont"
He realised they were the only two people left in the area, and both roamers.. for some reason regardless of what had happened he felt more at ease not to strike.
Besides, he had quenched his revenge on Somam.

Aenimcea turned his head toward lone and questioned him..
"Do you feel it was just to kill your enemy".. "And have me.. kill your friends"

Lone looked back at Aenimcea .. shortly paused in thought and then replied..
"The true evils of a universe that eats itself are those who witness it".

-
((

Hura.
-

At the edge of the woods sat a man gazing upon the skyline of Dam, behind him a contraption connected to the mountains of Edin.
His posture devastated, his beliefs destroyed, in front of him the distance toward the capital.

Perhaps he had once meant to insult the roamers directly, but his opponent had interpeted these words differently.

His story would have no purpose afterall, as who would mind it if those who had been tormented by it most did not acknowledge it..
One who did cut clean, beside him.

"You were right... Dimudu" Somam cried in existential agony.. then threw himself off the cliffs. ))
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Fin.