The ISIS Conspiracy Pt. 2... Finally

Sorry guys. I was wrong about two days... You see, the governments of the world don't want this information getting out, as it would ruin their reputations of keeping the world "safe" from harm. To keep this image they attempted to shut down the blog. Luckily, Nate keeps a good protection up for this URL, so we're pretty safe. Unluckily however, is the fact that I couldn't write the rest of the post because I was almost assassinated... Twice. You see, as long as I still have the rest of the story in my head, I'm a target because I can still leak it. The only thing that will keep me alive is if I tell the rest because if I die after it will look suspicious. Even more suspicious than if I died after posting the first. I'll talk about the assassination attempts later. Anyway... Back to the story.

Nate's beautiful code. It's even in Hacker Font

So Michael Narcs just stated that he vanished, and he was declared a hero. Unsurprisingly, after eating the goo, the man became temporarily invincible, and managed to escape through the rubble and debris. After discovering the fact that the radioactive waste was actually beneficial, the man found it fitting to tell his only relative, his great Uncle Haffid. Haffid was a buisness man who also dabbled in the arts of black magic occasionally. When his great nephew Damach approached him with this knowledge, Haffid figured it would be a great opportunity to invest. So, Haffid hired a bunch of people to look for more of this radioactive material. He hoped to bring wealth to him and Damach so that they could travel like gypsies to the Soviet Union like they had always wanted. Sadly, this wouldn't happen...

Soviet Union. Haffid doesn't know it doesn't exist anymore.

A few weeks later something was discovered in the great wasteland. A single page from a notebook was found scribbled on in black ink. It read "Creative". The people were puzzled. Utterly astounded, they brought the page to Haffid. One stayed behind however, and he dug up a little of the ground around the notebook. He dug about three inches when he felt something squishy. He pulled it out and realized it was a human kidney. Disgusted, he threw it on the ground. He then looked at the ground once more and saw small branches of a tree buried deep underground. He ran back with the group, not saying a word.

The black branches aren't this big. They are just branches. Not trees.

Haffid and Damach decided this find was too important to let some measly peasants work on, so they went with them. Sadly they lost a worker since the one guy that stayed behind disappeared last night. Coward... They followed the group until they reached the part in the desert where the page was found, only to find barrels filled with the same nuclear waste. They were ecstatic. They gathered up their cement trucks and filled them with the waste. Only a few noticed the odd branches littered upon and in the ground around the sight, and only one noticed the pieces of organic material lying beside the barrels. She didn't say anything, in fear of being persecuted because she was a woman. Later that night, all the barrels were empty, and the people left the site.

Kind of what the barrels looked like. Just to give you a picture.

Sorry guys for this again, but I am going to have to leave off there. I don't want to post too much at a time. I know there may be another attempt of assassination, but believe me, it'll make a cool story. Stay tuned for part three. Sometime... hopefully it comes sooner than this one, but you never know.