>Nine months ago >Out of college with a degree in journalism >Yeah, I know, a degree in journalism >Looking for jobs near my home in Austin, TX >Apply to various small newspapers >Even The Statesman, the biggest newspaper in the city >No go >One day, I get an email from a girl named Mystee who says she works for the Genesis Communications Network and knows I’ve been looking for some sort of reporting/editorial job >I answer yes, and schedule an interview at the given address for that coming Thursday >That day, I get in my car and drive to the address >But it’s not an office >It’s a barbecue restaurant >Stiles Switch BBQ, good place >I freak out, recheck my GPS, the email >It’s definitely this address >Befuddled, I go in, tell the guy at the waiting desk I’m here for an interview with someone from GCN >Oh, thank god you’re here >What? >He leads me way, way back towards the opposite wall >And there >In a booth >Is Alex Jones
>>736444547 >I obviously know who Alex is, so I’m sort of freaking out >He smiles, stands up, gives me a hug >This dude hasn’t even seen my resume >”You ready to fight the good fight, bro?” >I tell him I’m interested in working in Austin’s journalistic community >I try to stay far, far away from telling him I want to work for him or his BS site >He orders us both brisket platters >”You know, I think you’ve got the mug of an info warrior” >I just sort of nod, sip on my Sprite >He asks me all sorts of weird shit - if I’ve ever worked for the government, if I’m gay >Every two-three questions, he fist bumps me >”Let me tell you something, Jason, I do put one hundred and ten percent into this fight” >My name’s not Jason >Finally, our meals get here >”Thanks sweetie - we’ll take that in a to-go container” >I ask Alex where we’re going - I’d imagine his main office, right? >”I know you said you’d give your life for this fight” >What? >”So let me show you the true enemy”
>>736444688 >Alex asks if we can store the food in his car >I tell him sure, but I don’t have any way to keep it from spoiling >He tells me there are preservatives on ‘the front lines’ to keep them edible >Okay >We start walking down the street >And walking >And walking >It’s like 5 PM, we’ve been walking in silence for near an hour and a half >I could just say fuck it and leave >But I also really need a job >My parents have threatened to kick me out if I don’t find one soon >So, I trek on >Finally, Alex just stops alongside a major highway >”And now…we wait” >So we do >For another half an hour >Finally, a large black van pulls alongside the side of the road >Alex hops in the passenger seat without saying a word to me >He pokes his head out the window >Looks at me >So I hop in too
>>736444879 >The van keeps going for maybe forty minutes into a small-ass town called Niederwald >Alex keeps muttering to the driver, a young black guy with glasses, about how scared he is for his family >Niederwald seems to be mostly grass and the occasional house >Alex peeks behind to look at me >”Jason, I read that you consider a major skill to be head-on tackling a problem.” >That sentence seems astoundingly stupid to me, but I just nod and say “Yeah, definitely” >Finally, we pull into a dirt road and keep going for maybe twenty minutes >I’m pretty sweaty, tired >Chilling with Alex Jones in a black van >Finally, we stop next to an old bridge >We climb out, Alex and I, and the van just…drives off >What the fuck >”Jason, come help me out here” >He’s standing over a weird metal hatch, like in Lost >If you’ve ever seen that show >I help him open it >It’s pretty heavy, obviously hasn’t been opened in a long time >”I bet this is the craziest first day of work you’ve ever had” >First day of work? The fuck? >Then, Alex hops down into the opening of this hatch
>>736445410 >I decide to follow suit, if only because it’s getting dark >I figure Alex is too famous to just murder me out here >The tunnels are dark, so I use my phone as a flashlight >And I >Cannot >Find >Alex Jones >I wander around for a long-ass time, and these tunnels just sort of lead into empty metal rooms >Every once in a while I’ll hear a ‘clang’ and I’ll shout out ‘Alex?’ >Alex never did introduce himself to me by name >I guess he just assumes everyone knows who he is >Finally, I come across a room with this weird, fuzzy insolation on the walls >And standing there is Alex Jones >Alex, as I’m sure you all know, is totally insane >Talks about how this place was tunnel system for an inter dimensional vampire society >Says this room is where they ‘siphoned energy’ >What the fuck? >He tears down some of this insolation >Asks me to help him >So, I do >Who was that black dude driving the van? >Finally, we get it all down >And there, in front of us, is an elevator
>>736445847 >At this point, I’m visibly shaken >It’s an old-time elevator, the kind where the door is sort of open, it doesn’t completely cover the front >Alex grabs my shoulder >”Look Jason, I know you’re scared bro, but you said you wanted to be an info warrior” >I never said that >He tells me most of his ‘on site’ employees go down to…wherever this place is >”You will face your own personal demon, but I need you to think of it as a spiritual experience, Jason” >Yeah, okay >”I’ll be with you every step of the way, buddy” >Oh god, please no >He steps into the elevator and pulls something >I get into >And we descend into pure darkness >Silence >Then, a very loud CLANG >We’ve ‘landed’ so to speak >Alex and I both use our phones as light, but I’m getting no signal >And on the walls >I have never seen so much blood
>>736446230 >I let out a scream >”Don’t worry, that’s not blood.” >Oh, okay >”It’s this weird, semen-like substance the vampires used to create a message to their dark lord” >Yeah, much better >Whatever it is, it’s all over the walls in this weird rune language >Alex tells me they generally act as prayers to the Satanic lords of the inter dimensional vampires >Okay >It’s really dark and hard to see >Finally we get to a door >”Okay, Jason, this is the one room where they remain” >The fuck? >I could run right now, but I don’t know how to work the elevator and I’m not sure I’d make it through those tunnels >I know Alex is fucking crazy, so who knows what’s really beyond the door >”It will - I mean this - it WILL take the form of your own personal demon” >That doesn’t reassure me >I open this weird metal door >And I shut it behind me
>>736446567 >So, I’ll try my best to describe the room to you >It’s sort of like a classroom >But no seats, just a big desk in the front >And a projector >Some weird, creepy-ass objects on the floor >A rattle, a teddy bear, some old comic books >And a journal >I pick it up >Star reading it >Well, shit >It’s from a young Alex Jones >Young Alex was apparently ‘taken here’ for a dentist appointment >Left in this room to ‘watch the reports’ and ‘receive treatment’ >Damn >I put the journal down >Look around the room, see nothing >Then, suddenly, the lights turn on >And so does the projector
>>736447028 >An older, professor-looking dude appears on the screen >He starts talking about the ’Doronas Procedures’ >I don’t speak conspiracy theorist - not that it’s much of a conspiracy for me at this point >It seems as though some mason-like group was ‘chemically tracing’ wealthy Texan families and recruiting kids >The kids were taught like in school, but also received chemical treatments and ‘psi-op conditioning’ to make them harder to kill or otherwise manipulate >Jesus >This video lasts maybe forty-five minutes, detailing the ‘enemies’ that these kids would face when they were older >Very weird, creepy shit >Then, when it’s over, the lights shut off >I run to the door, banging screaming >I am freaking out >And, like that, it opens >The lights are on in the hall now >And Alex is standing by the elevator now, looking very somber >”Do you see why I do this now?” >I guess so. >What do we do now? >”Let’s go to the club, Jason.”
>>736447450 >So when we work our way up, the van is back >We get in, drive to Austin >Not a word is said >And then, just like that, we arrive at Plush nightclub >Alex jokes that he’s glad he’s divorced, so he can go to these places more often >Me, Alex, and the black dude go in, the music is super loud dance music >Alex, I suppose, knows the guy at the door, because we all get in no problem >I go to the bar, get drinks, can’t find Alex >I find myself drinking quite a lot >Then, suddenly, a beautiful woman approaches me >She says Alex wants to talk to me upstairs >I go inside some office, Alex and the black dude are there >I don’t know his name, should probably stop calling him black dude >But anyway, Alex grabs my arm and says >”Jason, what if I told you this was a globalist haven and ninety percent of those people down there want to eat you alive and then eat your family?”
>>736447873 >I want to tell him he’s crazy >But I don’t >Alex tells me to find the most beautiful looking woman down on the dance floor and whisper in her ear the word ‘sensational’ >Okay >I could have just walked out, but fuck it, I’m intrigued and it’s Alex fucking Jones >He was on Joe Rogan >I get on the dance floor, sort of buzzed, and I find a hot looking babe with blonde hair, cute bangs >We dance for a bit before I whisper in her ear ‘sensational’ >She looks like I just stroked her G-spot >I head back to the office, and she follows >I head in, no one is there >Just me..and her >Then suddenly she throws over the desk >And the lamps >She is trashing this place >What the fuck? >”I’m checking this place for bugs. Fucking socialists” >When she’s done, she grabs me by the shirt and starts making out with me >Oh, shit >Then, all of the sudden >She spits two green balls into my mouth
>"INFOWARS LIFE Water Filters are now on sale, 13% off. Get a free sample of Super Male Vitality when you buy 15 water filters!" >I'm not sure what he meant by that, but I went ahead and bought a couple of water filters just in case >"Jason, you're a true info warrior of the next generation."
>>736448202 >No fucking way >I spit those things back out >They look like slimy Tennis balls >She looks like I just killed her babies >”You do not accept the gifts of the fallen?” >Uh…what >She screams at me, almost in gibberish >The slime balls at my feet are sort of evaporating >This chick starts crying >What the fuck? >She starts clawing at me and shit >More screaming >Then, she just slams the door and leaves >Alex emerges from the closet >What the fuck? >He was in the closet? >Where’d the black guy go? >”Jason what you said to her was a demonic mating ritual codeword” >Yeah, makes perfect sense >”You just killed two globalist arch-demons” >I’m more amused than scared at this point >”Which means, in about thirty seconds, this club is going down - HARD.”
>>736448540 >Sure enough, I can hear screams from downstairs >Alex grabs me and pulls me towards the window >”Jason, do you trust me?” >No. >He throws me out the window >And… >I land on a van >Yes, it hurt but I was only like half a story up, so it didn’t break anything >Alex follows suit, but..he’s wrapped himself in some sort of black body armor? >Fuck if I know >The screams in the club are growing louder, the music has stopped >No line outside >What the fuck? >Me and Alex get in the van >The black guy is behind the wheel >We drive off! >Alex looks all sweaty and shit >”We showed those demons who not to fuck with, right Jason?” >”Hell yeah,” says the black dude >So, uh, now we go home, right? >”No, Ramsey. Not yet. We’ve got one last stop.” >My name isn’t Ramsey either.
>>736449000 >So, we speed - SPEED - down the street, away from this nightclub >I’m still buzzed from my drinks >Having a good time, even though I’m all tied up in this shit now >Maybe working with Alex wouldn’t be so bad >”So, uh, Jason, you ever heard of this idea of controlled opposition?” >No, what is it? >Alex starts chuckling >He explains that sometimes you have to control your enemy to make them more understandable or something >I wonder if Alex had anything to drink at the club >He cranks up the volume on the radio as soon as ‘All Along the Watchtower’ starts playing >The Hendrix version, that is >We stop suddenly. >And there, outside >Is my grandmother's house
>>736449285 >Naturally, I am fucking upset >Has Alex been stalking me? >Or..or…my grandma? >”Mike, look, I need you to relax a sec, buddy because Granny Goodness in there is not who you think she is.” >What the fuck does that mean? >My name’s not Mike, either >Alex pulls out a laptop from under his seat >Shows me a long list of files >One is called ‘SupremeC1068.ifw’ >Jesus… >He opens it and it’s like the Matrix >All these letters and numbers and shit >”Mike, this is not a joke. You’ve been the victim of heavy conditioning. Do you know who Madeline Albright is?” >No >”Look her up.” >I google her name. >She was…secretary of state under Clinton, I guess? >I’m not a big politics guy >And then, I hit the wikipedia page >And on that screen is my grandmother >Holy fucking shit
>>736449707 >Look, Alex, this looks just like her but - >”No, Jason, it IS her, do you understand me?” >Alex is getting heated >Jesus…. >How…how is that even possible? >Alex tells me the globalists can suck souls and live forever >This does really…really look like my grandma >Alex tells me that Madeline, or well, Grandma, is going to use an upcoming election to get some ‘very, very’ bad people elected >And this…somehow…will lead to an inter dimensional invasion that Alex was bred to destroy >I think he might be high >But this really, really, really looks like my grandma >Okay, so…what do we do? >”It’s simple, Ramsey…you ever seem Ghostbusters?”
>>736450121 >Alex pulls out a backpack >His seat must have some TARDIS shit going on >No, I’m not a Doctor Who fan, I just know what the TARDIS is >But not Madeline Albright, so that shows you where my priorities are >Anyway, Alex takes these pills/vitamin drops and shit and just fucking inhales them >He’s taking so much of this shit, it can’t be healthy >Then, he pulls out what looks like a smoke detector >This is his plan: >This device can detect ‘super souls’ and will switch their frequency so that they lower themselves to another dimension >So why not use them at the people in the club? >Alex won’t say >So I’m supposed to go to my grandma’s house >Who may or may not be Madeline Albright >And use this on her >Well…fuck it >I tell Alex I’ll do it, if he can guarantee my a job and decent pay >”Franklin, you know I will” >He hugs me >We hug for like…two minutes >Then, I exit the van >Walk across the street >Ring the doorbell (it’s like 1 AM) >And the door swings open
>>736450564 >Oh, Anon…you’re here so late! >Yeah, uh sorry grandma, I just…I was drinking and needed a place to stay >Shitty excuse, but better than the truth >Well, come on in >She sniffs >Do you smell…anything, anon? >Nope. >Well…maybe it’s just my old nose >She does this cute grandma laugh >If Alex was fucking with me or some shit I will be pissed >We sit at her coffee table >She’s obviously very tired >Suddenly, she looks at the device in my hand >Oh…Anon…what is that >I uh… >Discreetly, I press the button on this thing >Nothing happens >Then… >Shit happens >Suddenly, my grandma’s face starts like…dropping…? >Like she’s having a stroke >Oh shit! >What the fuck have I done?
>>736450615 He has to keep custody of his children or the globalists will use them to get to him. Wouldn't you be prepared to say *anything*, even give in to your enemies narrative if it meant saving your children?
>>736450947 >Then, I swear to god, my grandma - or well, Albright >Her head starts like screaming >She screams my name in this demonic-ass voice >ANON! >WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! >She stars like…exploding >First her arm >Then her leg >Shit, shit, shit >The ground - starts shaking! >What the fuck? >In this demonic voice, I hear >”You who must be bequeathed shall not become thine sanctimony!” >I run the fuck out of there as my grandma starts to explode and her house begins to fall apart >I fucking dash out of there like a cheetah >Oh shit, oh shit! >I make it outside >I leap out of the yard >And turn around just long enough to see my ‘grandma’s’ house envelop into a portal of pure light
>>736451265 >There’s nothing there now >It’s like the house was never there at all >The device is gone too - I must have dropped it >Sweet jesus, I am scared >But…I guess it’s all over now >I run to the opposite side of the road >But the van’s gone >In it’s place are two white containers and a duffle bag >In the bag are rolls of money >Wow >I mean - really I could be set for life with this much >Provided I lived simply >The container next to it looks familiar >I open it >My brisket dinner, still piping hot >Then, I notice one last thing >A sticky note >On the container >I pick it up and read it >”Thanks a lot, Anon. For everything.” THE END
>>736451506 Thanks OP. Really enjoyed the read. No lie I read this in the hospital while my wife sits with our first born daughter next to me. Not sure how that matters but it gives a simple insight into a person who read ya stuff haha
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