Sorry I am at work now so I cant test safe mode . To be honest , I don ' t know how to boot to safe mode What will safe mode tell me ? <| sep |> You ' re good with any computer cord that matches the ends . They are universal unless you get into the really high voltage ones in which case the ends are different . <| sep |> Wow that is awesome of you ! I ' M in ! LOL I never win contests so let ' s see what happens ! <| sep |> Fuck up you cunts it ' s really not his fault he got picked . <| sep |> What ? You mean this isnt ratheism ? <| sep |> 20 timestamp for the lazy <| sep |> Flight FR 5210 from Malta to Manchester . Look it up <| sep |> Thanks mate . I appreciate it . <| sep |> I rose to my feet , shaking blood off my blade . And hand . Arm The job had not gone half as well as I had wanted . There was blood everywhere and this was definitely not according to The Manual . However , the gun had jammed and I had to improvise . I ' m sure it was covered in creative shooting . I reached into my back pocket with my free hand to retrieve The Manual , shaking it open as I stepped off the body to pace the spacious bedroom . Soft carpet padded under my feet as I smoothed down the creases with my thumb and read down the same checklist I had read over and over in the past few weeks since receiving my mission . 0 Introduction P 2 1 Getting Started P 25 2 Choosing a Target P 49 3 Taking the Shot P 71 4 Advanced Shooting P 91 5 Creative Shooting P 121 6 In Nature P 139 7 In the Home P 153 8 Shot Location and Clean Up P 201 9 Playback P 215 10 Index P 225 I nodded slowly , carefully picking over the words in the rather thick little booklet . I was well on my way , and I was pretty sure I could skip steps four through seven , since I had already taken the shot . I looked at the booklet , then down at the man spread eagled across the floor , a mixture of guilt and satisfaction passing through me . Admittedly , I hadn ' t actually read through the booklet . It was already smudged and had many parts ripped out when it came to me , mailed in a manila envelope that said Wait for the rest , for now , read this . The Manual was definitely not the 200 pages it claimed to be , but was certainly pushing 150 , by the weight of it . It was missing a lot of pages , but still retained the cover and a few helpful images and rituals , all in code of course . The cover showed a camera with a redish splatter background that looked too much like blood to be an accident . It was clearly a sign . A sign that had all come down to this . I flipped to a familiar diagram in chapter 8 , shot location and clean up , which showed a cartoonish stick figure covering things in a tarp . That made sense , easier to transport . I had seen it in so many action movies , it was only natural . It ' d be a quick walk to the car to grab it . On the way to the car , a neighbor gave me a wave as she jogged past . I ignored it , as The Manual had said . She might well be next , she must have seen how bloody I was . And well , The Manual didn ' t SAY that I should ignore her , but diagrams in the first few chapters showed the same figure keeping family away , a dotted line pointed to another person the target . I had done the same . I gave up friends , left family , and pushed away anyone I had known . All for the target . The target wasn ' t for me to choose , I had figured , and when the day a letter addressed to a neighbor stating Time to Take the Next Big Leap ! had come , I knew exactly what it meant . I had been waiting for signs like this all my life , waiting for a truer calling . Medication would slow my mind , therapy would take too much precious time , they didn ' t understand ! They also didn ' t make tarps that fit a human body AND looked innocuous , I quickly found out . I had made quick work of retrieving the brown , waxy square of material and pushing the man into it , rolling him into a snug cigar shape . Now , looking down at the body , I felt a little worried . There were no diagrams for this part , and , though I had spent many months skimming this document , a certain lack of sleep required for constant vigilance had made it difficult to keep the words on the page . Luckily , pictures always helped . It took nearly half an hour to clean up . From washing myself down in the shower to changing into new clothes before I was ready to do the last steps . However , finally , I picked up the body and walked it to my car . The trunk already open and ready , tools and a few guns exposed after being hidden under the tarp . The body was heavy and awkward , and as I hoisted the corpse in the car , The Manual fell out of my back pocket . I finished putting the body into the trunk and slammed it shut when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching . I turned to see the same neighbor jogging back , her eyes focused on the ground . I made a start to get into the car , but as she approached , she ducked down to pick something up The Manual . You dropped this , she said , coming to a stop a foot away , holding the booklet out to me , then added , Oh , I didn ' t know you were into photography ! I have this very same camera ! I nodded and slowly reached out for The Manual , That ' s right . I looked her dead in the eye , dread clawing at me . She must have seen . She must have known and worse yet is this really just a camera manual ? I ' m really into photography . My passion . Her gaze matched mine , unwavering , her smile solidly plastered over her face , as she said We must meet up and do a shoot sometime . Oh , yes , I would love toYou have passed The Trial . The Order will contact in a few days . And with that , she returned to her jog . I turned back to my car , whistling a jaunty tune as I got in the driver ' s side , lifted by the satisfaction of knowing I would get my truer calling someday . edit formatting