- A1: Funny though. All this knife stabbing business...
- A2: Yeah in the UK we have knives...
- A1: In the states it's the gun business
- A2: I prefer guns, it's more direct
- A1: Yeah but the victims suffer more with knives. It's more evil!
- A2: The knives aren't kitchen knifes, these ones are only sold for stabbing!
- A1: Why would the fucking government allow the sale of knives for stabbing?
- A2: They are evil
- A4: It's really tough to survive in London especially if you start at the bottom end. No one cares if you're in the gutter; you're always all alone in this world. Most people would think you deserve it. You are either born one way or another: rich or poor. People who are poor remain poor and people who are rich remain rich and neither the twain shall meet.
- Narrator: In human's terms, a life cycle is measured by six. I do not believe that you are here. I do not believe that I exist. We are living a reality that simply isn't there. We are merely a reflection. A reflection triggered from the sun's rays. Someone or something could be interfering with it, someone or something in our solar system. We believe many things and we believe because we are told to believe. Whatever you do you will be your own devil fighting away a life that you will necessarily hate.
- Narrator: There are six parts to this game, six rules and six protagonists: 4 avengers of lost reality One force based on planet Jupiter triggering the game The receiver's end: the player and user of this game. Your abstraction, your receiver's end is nothing more than a representation of a world being created as you are moving on.
- Narrator: You can be and do whatever you want to do. You can be whoever you want to be but the likeliness is that you won't and won't go until the very end of your thoughts and desires. You move on in life and all of a sudden you realize nothing it what it seems.
- Narrator: You play the game. You can't fight evil: evil will fight you. You can only play and after all, it is only a game. It only ends when the main player stops. Whatever you do doesn't make sense in real terms, so you can do it. Do what you will, as the reason is elsewhere. You do it because it is just something that you do.
- A1: Live or survive, happy or unhappy, it's the same thing as we are merely a number, the number of the beast.
- A4: In the mind to suffer...
- A1: I suffer enough as it is. You and me both. You add meth to your heroin and the suffering lingers on for hours.
- A4: That's evil!
- A1: Yeah evil. Fucking evil!
- A4: Wouldn't it be easier if we had a normal life?
- A1: What? It wouldn't be evil! Paying for things when you can steal them? Nothing belongs to anyone, anyway! Everything has been stolen from someone long before our parents even existed! And you have to pay taxes on it?
- A4: You pay taxes if you earn!
- A1: Yeah, but only if you've earned the money and not if you have stolen it. Mega rich people stole it so they never pay any taxes.
- A4: They sell you what you already have!
- A1: Yeah and it's happening in a constant loop, over and over again
- A4: Fuck this and fuck them all!
- A1: We do it, we decide, we tell them: it's evil!
- Narrator: We play the game: we regulate the world! We are the regulators who regulate all the regulators who regulate people. We regulate the world!
- A3: You must understand the consequences of evil. Is evil really evil? Is it good? Who is triggering one and the other? Above all else: nothing is what it seems.
- A4: Diseases, man! Like fucking your iPhone and get hacked! They have forwarded the clocks and destroyed our body clock: they have destroyed the ecosystem. Time is faster than it has ever been in its history: the story is moving towards the end of time: it's the total destruction of the earth.
- Narrator: It's really tough to survive in London especially if you start at the bottom end. No one cares if you're in the gutter; you're always all alone in this world. Most people would think you deserve it. You are either born one way or another: rich or poor. People who are poor remain poor and people who are rich remain rich and neither the twain shall meet. Except that this popular concept is utter nonsense and defies all possible logic: we all live in the same world, all live and breathe the same air.
- Narrator: We all live our lives to the best of our abilities and survive in what is in fact a hallucinogenic labyrinth and we keep on moving back and forth endlessly. We get out of breath, we get into trouble, and we become the ultimate enemy, the germ, the microbe entering inside anyone's body.
- A3: You have a choice: you can return to your previous point in time and space in the universe or live your game that has been generated for your entertainment.
- A4: An empowered human does not have an open mind but a controlled one and a fragmented vision of life. The human will have an unbreakable belief, one sided desire to pursue his or her way at any cost. This is evil, evil personified.
- A4: Your abstraction, your receiver's end is nothing more than a representation of a world being created as you are moving on. Your instability, your anger, your hunger, your thirst, your desire and your needs are only here to entertain you, to obliterate from your mind the reason why you exist and the precise location of your entity.
- A4: The movement of the sun's ray passing over the planets will ensure that this work is executed to pinpoint perfection. In turn anyone witnessing this will be the ultimate player.
- A4: You can hear trillions of sounds every day, every hour and every second but you don't necessarily acknowledge them, there is a certain abstraction that induces all living souls to ignore what is not necessary to hear.
- A4: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
- A4: To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end, the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks, that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.
- A4: To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life;
- A4: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death..
- A1: In the mind to suffer?
- A4: I suffer enough as it is. You and me both. You add meth to your heroin and the suffering lingers on for hours.
- A1: That's evil!