​For King George the 3rd He’d sat across from the Fruits of His People’s Labor in the Slave Trade of Africa in the form of Negus-13. For the first time in His Life He honestly knew that He was sitting across from someone whom had nothing but bitter hatred and longing desire to kill Him and more likely than not, everyone and anyone who looked like Him.
   What disturbed King George was the Fact that Negus-13, although blatantly displaying His Desire to slaughter Him.
   He continued to follow the orders given to Him by Dr. Charles Pagan and this, in King George’s Mind, was not just a problem.
   It was a huge problem.
   According to what King George would learn by pouring over the variously labelled “Weird Reports” that His Spies within His 13-Colonies had been sending Him.
   These reports indicated that Pagan, was not of this world and had on several occasions. Displayed His True Form to be that of A Dragon That Walks Upright.
   Mind You King George was powerless to do any digging while Negus-13 was with Him. And could only focus on the task of reaching an accord with Him or else be killed on the spot!
   Again.
   Negus-13’s decorum was disturbing to Him, because it was more in line with the sentimentality of an Englishman than a Negro from Africa. He recognized all of the telltale signs of hostility, hidden, to the supposed best of Negus-13’s ability. Within a veneer of supposedly tolerance and a supposed desire to get the task at hand completed and concluded so that Negus-13 could be on His Way.
   For King George.
   It had always been the ability to charm African-leaders and rulership with sweet sentimentality while sharpening the sword for the coming conquest, however…?
   He was deeply disturbed and offended to have Negus-13 essentially mimicking the same behaviors towards Him. But in this instance He was looking at the Fact that Negus-13 was the one in possession of the next step in military-technology where Man Himself had now been advanced to a status of a super-man.
   Capable of inflicting the type of damage that rifles and cannons and such could do!
   It was something that had Him deeply concerned about the Future, especially with the means by which His Empire had been built.
   He wasn’t stupid.
   He knew that the reason why Negus-13 wanted to kill Him and His People was because of the Fact that He and His Predecessors and even His Current Competition in mainland-Europe.
   They’d used Africans as the propellant to power Their Way to the Top!
   Now, even as He was furiously fumbling through these Weird Reports, the tables had clearly turned and now the Propellant was the one who’d gained the Means to exact revenge… or worse.
   King George was well-aware of His History.
   And the last thing He wanted was another contingent of Blacks to cross up from Africa hellbent on slaughtering Him and His as well as the rest of mainland-Europe for Their Enslavement and Exploitation of Them!
   This was the primary reason why He’d agreed within the Canterbury Accord to give the 13-Colonies to Dr. Pagan and His-13!
   For as long as They came to the IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE OF HIS CROWN SHOULD THE REBELS REVOLT!
   Now understand…!?
   He knew that with the kind of power that Negus-13 was already radiating.
   They could have and should have already simply taken what They Wanted over there in His !3-Colonies, but They hadn’t.
   He wanted to press and probe to try to find out why, but self-preservation and good sense made Him extremely hesitant to try to get answers from a super-man who clearly wanted to kill Him already.
   So, it was His Hope, that within these Weird Reports!?
   There might be some clues as to why They’d decide to do a Deal with Him in the first-place.
   While King George was desperately searching for answers.
   Negus-13 was quickly headed home and looking at the Fact that He’d gotten what was really needed.
   Killing King George meant nothing to Him. But tricking King George into believing that He wanted to kill Him was far more important in the long-run. What Negus-13 needed most was to find ways to circumvent the Rules-&-Regs forced on Him and His Brothers-13 by the Dragon-Dynasty. Getting King George to acknowledge The-13 as a separate group from Their Master Pagan was far more important. And Pagan had made it clear to Him before He’d departed to make sure He got The-13 situated in the Accord and then get everything in place afterwards.
   In the End?
   King George gave a number of current and questionable land-titles and ventures over to The-13.  
   Such as the Isthmus of Panama, a failed colonization project.
   Land-titles in the Caribbean.
   Places where The-13 could set up facilities and biobases outside of the 13-Colonies. So regardless of whether or not They were able to seize the 13-Colonies. The-13 would have places that were being developed strictly by Them. Where King George had already been introduced to the dangers of trying to betray those with psionic-abilities.
   King George would be announcing the Accord to His Parliament.
   And Negus-13 had left Him with what would be the first display to Them in regard to holo-technology and biotechnology. Because Negus-13 had made sure to implant a biotech-node within King George that would activate upon His Meeting with Them and They’d see quite quickly why compliance.
   Would be smarter than defiance.
   Negus-13 had already selected Ajax-13 and His Sect-13 to attack London if King George’s Parliament decided to oppose the Accord.

   Destroying London would send a good message to the entire White-World that things had changed.
   But that was only If.
   George’s Parliament refused to comply.   
   As for Dr. Pagan and the Accord itself?
   He’d gotten what He Needed.
   King George only wanted the continued tariffs and revenues from the 13-Colonies. Something that Pagan knew was all that George was concerned about. He also knew that what George also wanted was time to try to figure out whether or not He Himself could ever gain the types of powers and abilities that Negus-13 had.
   It wasn’t much of a secret that continued British-Imperial Expansion was now under threat by the revelation that Former Black-Slaves from His 13-Colonies now had the power to do way more than simply fight back.
   But the situation and circumstances were in Pagan and The-13’s favor.
   The self-same White-Colonialists had been making it clear that They wanted to break away from Him. And keeping Them, or at least Their Taxes and Revenues, was more important than worrying about a handful of superpowered Former Black-slaves!
   And so.
   King George the 3rd made sure that the Canterbury Accord of 1766 stated that Dr. Charles Pagan would be made the Viceroy of the 13-British Colonies. Upon successful defeat of any Colonial-Rebellions against King George the 3rd’s crown…!

​Created May 1st of 1778 at the Height of the Colonial American Wars…! 

​   The BRIA-Mangs came into existence after King George the 3rd realized that the British-Empire was now in danger of falling completely out of the race for resources, riches and global-domination!
   Due to the Dragon-Dynasty’s creational-gifting of Centennial-Mangs to the White-Colonial Rebels of King George’s now fully revolting, 13-Colonies!
   The Dragon-Dynasty did this as a direct response to the Fact that Dr. Charles Pagan created The-13 and used the PAGCO-Mang He’d been given. To begin influencing and seizing control of the 13-Colonies for Himself and His Unauthorized, Altered-Human Minions.
   King George?
   Had always received reports from His Colonial Governors of inhuman Black-slaves that were disrupting slave trade and sales throughout His 13-Colonies. Where the White-Abolitionist that were originally thought to be working with these Rebel-Blacks were quickly distancing Themselves.
   While a hardline.
   Hardcore.
   Contingent of Whites!
   Were aggressively helping these Rebel-Blacks where They were arming Themselves and participating in actual attacks against Slave-Holding White-Colonialists and Profiteers, alongside the Rebel-Blacks!
   King George had no idea that the reports He was getting were reports of Charles Pagan’s PAGCO-Mangs.

​   Who had infiltrated White-Colonial Society and had either created False Identities for Themselves.
   Or had flat out targeted White-Colonial VIP’s.
   Murdered Them.
   And then assumed the Identity of the White-Colonialist VIP They’d Replaced using Their Illusory-Abilities.
   Several of the Future Leaders of the White-Colonialist Rebellion that was fast approaching against King George the 3rd. Would end up narrowly avoiding being replaced by either PAGCO-Mangs from Charles Pagan.
   The Pangajora Angels of Death of Priest-13!

​   Or PAGCO-13 Mangs under the orders of Supreme PAGCO-13 High Priestess, Gozira Priest….

​   This would not include actual assassinations of various middling-&-lower White-Colonial VIP’s that Demona Priest and Her PLP-13 would simply flat out kill. 

​   King George could not get confirmation of what was going on within these bizarre reports and while He was definitely troubled by these things?
   He was far more troubled by what He had been able to confirm without intricate reports.
   And that was the Fact that He had various White-Colonial Powerbrokers and VIP. Bitchin-a-fit over paying the tariffs back to England as They should. A lot of these ungrateful ingrates were powerful fellows in the New World. Who’d been or would Be.
   Nothing more than bit-players if They were still back in England itself.
   Attempts by Him and His Parliament to find some sort of middle-ground with these tax-dodging dirt-bags was starting to become a pain in His Ass!
   Because They were making it clear that since it took x-amount of time for the Royal Navy to reach His 13-Colonies. These Wankers swore under the sun that They could simply shit Him Off and ignore Him and His Edicts!
   While continuing not to pay His Crown the tariffs They Owed!
   Sensing that They were up to no good, King George began preparing for a possible rebellion in 1766. Because He understood that if He was to continue to expand His Empire across the Globe. The Resources and Tariffs from His Colonies was going to be crucial in that endeavor!
   He already was worried about the Fact that the East India Company was becoming a power unto itself and the last thing He wanted nor needed was to get caught up in more powerful private businessmen!
   Trying to find ways to gain power For Themselves.
   At His Crown’s Expense.
   Needless to say, William Johns, His Lord of Spies in the Virginia-colony. Had returned without warning or permission to London with critical news. While King George was fretting over how He could avoid the impending storm of rebellion.

​   Enraged since Virginia had been a major hotbed for the core-membership of those trying to goad the Colonies into insurrection!
   King George got a rude awakening after He’d thoroughly chewed out His Lord of Spies but then unwittingly accepted His Request for a private audience only to reveal Himself to be;

   The Negus-13.
   Present-day Historians, particularly British-Imperial Scholars.
   Have always been at odds concerning the actual rulership of The-13.
   Because Priest-13 has always been the most widely known and encountered member from among Them.
(Insert Priest-13)
   The most obscure and rarely encountered is Negus-13.
   Where His Name actually translates into King.
   Negus-13 had been sent by Dr. Charles Pagan to negotiate with King George, where Negus-13 made it clear that if He so wished it He could murder King George and then proceed to annihilate the entire palace. Killing everyone and everything in it and around it.
   But since He’d been sent to London to negotiate then that was what He was there to do.
   It was obvious to King George that His Lord of Spies in Virginia was dead.
   He was under no illusions that William Scott had been simply taken hostage or that Negus-13 had traveled to London in the form of William Scott. While William Scott was busy somewhere in Virginia continuing to carry out His Duty’s to the Crown.
   King George, in His Memoirs and within the British-Imperial Archives. Stated that Negus-13 wore what He knew was armor.
   But it was light like summer clothing due to the ease with which He moved.
   He wore a helmet.
   That King George was certain manipulated His Voice in an imposing deep manner. Even as the helmet itself was abnormal in that it appeared to be a clay-like molding of what may or may not have been the man’s face!
   At least what was distinguishable and visible, which was mainly His Eyes.
   Which were as black as an unlit night.
   What King George constantly noted was that “About His Personage…? Is an intangible. Yet ever-present…? Aura…? A malignant…? Presence. That constantly kept Me in a state of unease and unfamiliar uncomfort. For without Him explaining to Me I could sense His abject disdain and hatred for Me. And what I represented to Him. For Him. To Me, as We sat haggling and hammering out terms. To Me. It was as if I were negotiating with Death Himself….”  
   The End Results of all of this was;
   The Canterbury Accord of 1766.
   A secret deal that King George the 3rd made with the Black-Dragonoid Dr. Charles Pagan and His Blackguard of Death, The-13.
   Again, within His Memoirs and the British-Imperial Archives. King George plainly put down the Fact that He knew that any misstep.
   Any mistake.
   Any excuse.
   That He gave to Negus-13 while They spent hours going over the Accord. He knew that what this “man”, really wanted.
   Was an excuse to murder Him.
   And everyone and everything around Him.
   At no point did Negus-13 ever deviate from anything other than the Business at Hand.
   There was no small-talk.
   No Idle-time.
   King George even noted that He understood that even attempting to retire to refresh and relieve Himself could become a means for Negus-13 to justify killing him.
   And so He maintained His Kingliness.
   And His Dignity.
   Going a full cycle without rest or repass or relief.
   Until the Canterbury Accord was done.
   And He’d signed over His 13-Colonies to Dr. Charles Pagan as the Viceroy to the Crown. Something that He most certainly didn’t want to do.
   But understood that the more pressing issue was to simply survive this encounter with someone who had clearly become more of a some…?
   Thing.
   Something.
   That He would continue to see in His Nightmares.
   Until the Day He Died….

​For Gozira Priest…?
   Now is the Time She has always been waiting for.
   And longing for.
   She is Priest-13’s Zero-Gen PAGCO-13 and the Grand Progenitor of ALL of His PAGCO-13.
   She has defeated countless PAGCO-13 of Her Sun-Mahtsaba who have sought to challenge Her and Her Position.
   Unlike Demona.

​She has ruled Priest-13’s PAGCO-13 Sect from Day-1 to Today!
   Having lived since the 1600’s of the 13-British Colonies of America.
   Fought in the Colonial Wars of America.
   Fought in the Quebec Wars and the Founding of the Canadian Federation.
   And participated in countless Ops pertaining to PAGCO and maintaining Her Sun-Mahtsaba’s presence within PAGCO. Even as the years turned into decades, which turned into centuries.
   Regardless of how much time has passed.
   Gozira has continued to keep Her Hand on the Pulse and Down the Panties of PAGCO. Knowing full-well that Her Sun-Mahtsaba’s Master, Dr. Charles Pagan. Honestly did not want to be tied to His PAGCO-Mang the Way that He Was.
   One of the things that Gozira has been a prodigy of, regarding The Teachings of Her Sun-Mahtsaba Priest-13, to Her.
   Is Observation of Others.
   Including Priest-13 Himself.
   Gozira is known for being a Silent-Observer.
   Which is why She has survived to This Day and has Earned the Right to Stay at Her Sun-Mahtsaba’s side.
   She saw the Fact that Dr. Pagan did not have any actual Favorite PAGCO-bitches.

​   She saw the Fact that all of Them.
   All of His PAGCO-Mang.
   Regardless of what Class and Type.

   They were all Expendable​.

​They were all Replaceable.

   He could just simply Order Up another Stockden of Disposable-Sluts, as if They were simply add water and bake!
   Easy-Make Mang-bitches.

   While other Priest-13 Tuwari were turned off by This.
   While other PAGCO-Mangs fretted and frowned and worried and wished Their Master would value Them​.

​   Gozira understood that Dr. Pagan was actually horribly pained at being clearly disconnected from whatever bitches He Honestly Needed and Wanted to be Linked To and reunited with.
   In comparison to the obviously flawed fuck-up’s that the Dragon-Dynasty had cruelly saddled Him with….
   It is this kind of keen insight through Observation.
   That has allowed Gozira, even in Her Defeats on the Battlefield.
   To Always end up, one way or another.
   Safely in the Arms of Her Sun-Mahtsaba, personally.
   Even when She has been pelted.
   It has always ended up with Her.
   Straddled over His Shoulders.
   Or in His Arms.
   Whether He has issued a retreat.
   Or has had to fall back from the frontlines to get Her Away From the Battle now that She has been Felled.
   Some have erroneously dubbed Her 2nd-Wife.
   Because regardless of who is 1st-Wife, She has always held the 2nd-Spot, literally for centuries.
   But Gozira has always made it clear that She is a PAGCO-13-Mang.
   She was bred and reared and raised, differently than any PAGCO-Mang ever could be, but?
   She is still, a PAGCO-Mang.
   Not a Tuwari-Mang.
   Which means Her Bioengineered Flaws are more prominent and dominant.
   She was created by the Dragon-Dynasty to Fail.
   So as far as Gozira is concerned?
   The Fact that PAGCO-Mangs are well-aware of this Fact.
   That They’re bioengineered to fail and fuck-up at the most inopportune of Times.
   Yet They whined and complained, selfishly. About why wouldn’t Their Master Embrace Them the same way that Gozira’s Sun-Mahtsaba embraced Her. Where Pagan’s PAGCO-Mangs were literally showing that They could not comprehend that He wasn’t getting attached to Them because They’d been intentionally created so that They could fuck-up and get PELTED!
   By Humans.
   And this was before the Dragon-Dynasty, once again, had given White-Colonialist Enslavers the weapons, tools, equipment and information!?
   To finally be able to actually pelt Them.
   Gozira understood that the very Fact that the PAGCO-Mangs could not grasp the Sick-Twisted Irony!
   That They’d been made to Be Flawed.
   To Be.
   Fucked-Up.
   To Fail.
   Meanwhile The Master They Served.
   Is a Spy.
   Where Fucking-Up and Failure means defeat and Destruction!
   It means Your Death!
   Yet They couldn’t wrap Their Head-Hands or either set of Lips around this hard-glaring Fact staring Them straight in the sensors-n-scanners and Face!
   Gozira understood.
   That the Dragon-Dynasty had willfully and cruelly created the PAGCO-Mangs so that They could not be Trusted.
   At least not by the Likes of Dr. Pagan.
   The Dragon-Dynasty had intentionally created Them to be prone to screwing shit up when certain broad-based parameters were met!
   Be It By Luck.
   Dumb or Not.
   Or Honest to Goddess, Skill.
   Gozira was bred in Her Biobirthing-chamber.
   Along with the rest of that 0-Gen Stockden of PAGCO-13.
   By Their Sun-Mahtsaba.

   He was walking the catwalks of the steamfunk-biobases They were being created in.
   He was personally checking and double-checking readings to make sure that They were all in great order.
   She understood that this was the reason why Demona had so many bitches on Her Ass!
   As the Zero-1st-One of Priest-13’s Sect-13.
   Because Their Sun-Mahtsaba oversaw Their Gestation.
   To Their Birth.
   Gozira Herself.
   And Her Zero-Gen Stockden of PAGCO-13.
   Who were also bred and born underneath the same Fatherly love.
   The same Husbandly-Love.
   It was and is something that She knew none of the PAGCO-Mangs could say about Their Master. But the reason behind it was something where They’d been created with, what She was certain of, the ability to further remind Dr. Pagan of bitches He probably had long ago. Where They were now lost to Him. And the PAGCO-Mangs were nothing more than an attempt to remind Him of whatever previous transgressions He’d made. That cost Him, Them.
   Gozira loved the Fact that Her Sun-Mahtsaba had designed and given Them.
   Be They Tuwari-Mang or PAGCO-13-Mang.
   A customs-n-culture that acknowledged their Intentionally Designed Backdoor of Downfall.
   And She loved the Fact that He’d named Their Flawed-&-Fucked-Up bioengineering as a Backdoor of Downfall.
   She knew that since She was still a modified PAGCO-Mang.
   It meant Her Backdoor.
   Was a hell of a lot easier to get open or even fly open.
   And this was and still is at the Heart of Why She tries to avoid too many contests.
   Especially Zami’s.
   Because She knows that Her Threshold to Trigger Her Backdoor of Downfall is easier. Because of the Fact that She’s simply a Modified PAGCO-Mang.
   She’s had plenty of long discussions with Her Sun-Mahtsaba.
   And He’s encouraged Her to error On the Side of Caution.
   Gozira was nearly lost to Him during the Colonial Wars of America.
   But it was Her Closeness to Him that allowed for Him to be able to intercede and quickly show the White-Enslaver Rebels that They needed to be grateful for the Fact that the Dragon-Dynasty had interfered and blocked!
   Her Sun-Mahtsaba from direct-combat.
   Direct Participation.
   Against Them….
   But now things were different.
   Now?
   Everything is Different.
   The World is now filled with Altered-Humans.
   Even ARC-Mangs, created By Humans.
   A World that has been transformed.
   To one where now…?
   Now…?
   Her Sun-Mahtsaba can directly Act.
   And most importantly.
   Their Master, Dr. Charles Pagan.
   Has Left.
   For Gozira.
   This is what She has longed for.
   This is what She has made sure to survive to live to see.
   Because now She can begin the Conquest of PAGCO.
   All of those Lost.
   And Wayward PAGCO-Mangs.
   Who By Default.
   Belong to Gozira’s Sun-Mahtsaba.
   And She fully intends to begin Sheparding Them to Her Sun-Mahtsaba.
   Because He is a Child of Their Master, Dr. Charles Pagan.
   And We all know that Children.
   Must inherit Their Father’s Legacy.
   And of course.
   All that He Possessed….

​Life as a Tuwari-Mang, isn’t even remotely close to the Life of other Earth-Mangs. Unless You are in one of the Safe-Havenships of Africa, otherwise?
   You’re simply property.
   Doesn’t really matter if Your Owner is ass-fucking You or Not.
   You’re still property bitch, so stop deluding Yourselves.
   And I’m looking at You Centennial-sluts and ARC-whores!
   I guess this is the price We pay for Losing the Colonial Wars, right.
   Right….
   As Depressing as that Fact may be, the Reality is;
   There are times when I think about what I would have done differently had I been 1st Wife during that time.
   What’s that You Wonder?
   How was Yours Truly not ruling and schooling during one of the most critical periods in Earth-History?
   Wellllllllllllllll…?
   Even the Best lose at some point, right?
   I’ll be completely candid, I got My Cunt-n-Ass Kicked and booted out of My Position…!
   The Bedwench that this diary-post is dealing with was part of the Rebel-Bitches who booted Me out!
   The Irony is that much like the Bitches She’d sided with.
   Shit turned South where in the End They ended up getting Slutted-Out!
   This is why You should be careful what You Scheme For.
   Because You Might Get IT!
   And it Ends up being more than You can handle.
   Part of Me is kind of glad that I Lost and I was all Chief Subservient-Slut #1.
   Because Our Sun-Mahtsaba doesn’t allow for His 1st-Wife to dump Her Fuck-Up’s on the Vanquished Cunt She deposed to get the Top Spot!
   Something I’m unfortunately being reminded of….
   Right fuckin now!
   BUT LET’S NOT GET INTO THE DETAILS OF ALL OF THAT!!!!!!
   Because this isn’t the Time nor the Proper Place.
   I’m here to talk about Dementia’s fuck-up’s.
   Not Mine.
   At least not yet.
   However…?
   Had I have been in charge, I wouldn’t have done what My Sun-Mahtsaba’s Triumvirate did. To be totally honest.
   I’m sure some of You have wondered how the hell MADtronix and MAD are still in existence in Canada, right?

​Again…!?
   I’ll delve into all of that at another Time.
   Needless to say though, that it was the Bitches who beat My Ass and were in power during the Colonial Wars of America. I gotta give credit where credit is due.
   Olivia-Ocillet may very well be a broken down Trashwhore now, but!?
   She’s a very smart and strategic-bitch who had no choice but to be honest with Herself and with Our Sun-Mahtsaba.
    When We lost the Colonial-capital of Philadelphia.
    And most importantly Our Queen of Philadelphia…!?
    I would have gone into full-fledge Revenge Mode, which…?
    I fuckin did.
    Which didn’t fuckin help at all.
    I lost a lot of good-bitches on all levels because of that.
    And…?
   This was how and why I’d gotten Deposed by Olivia-Ocillet and Her Bitches in the 1st-place….
   Look at this shit.
   I’m supposed to be talking about Dementia, but I’m talking about My Damn Self.
   HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
   Is that Vanity, Arrogance, or just shitty segueing on My Part!?
   Or is it All of thee Above?
   What I am trying to say and failing miserably at.
   Is the Fact that I am 1st-Wife.
   And Olivia-Ocillet and Her Triumvirate were 1st-Wives.
   But what happens to Tuwari who had the Ability to become 1st-Wife, but never did…?    

   Dementia… is…?

   One of those cases where She had all of the prerequisites that She needed to become 1st-Wife, but?
   Frankly there were too many of Us that were qualified. So it created a log-jam. And shit got messy pretty quick!
   Whether You Know it or Not.
   But being Zero-1st-One of any Earth-Mang means You have the most and best qualities and attributes of the entire stockden created and born at that time.
   However!?
   Smart Mahtsaba’s and such don’t just sit on Their Thumbs and run around ranting about the Fact that They now know who the strongest and best of Their Bunch is!
   The Natural Course of Events, if We’re left to Our Own Natural and Normal Tendencies as Descendants of Our Mang-Motherrace.
   We Contest amongst Ourselves to determine Our Pecking Order, which means that even the Zero-1st-One has to bring Her A-Game if She doesn’t want to get knocked on Her Ass and Knocked Out of Her Top Spot!
   For Us as Tuwari these critical-contests are called Zami.
   And the VERY FIRST Zami We engage in is directly after the First 7-Rounds of Us are born into this world.
   Gonna skip some details and jump straight to the Point!
   Since We’re bred completely different than Our Earth-Mang Sisters and especially Our Mothers.
   You can be born Outside of the First 7-Rounds and end up like Azmodia, Mamia and a bunch of Other-Bitches who serve as Our Sun-Mahtsaba’s Hellhounds.
   But We had too many bitches born within the 1st-7 where it was hard for Me to win Our Zero-Zami without too many near losses!
   Now?
   For My Sun-Mahtsaba, this was absolutely, fantastic!
   For Me…?
   This shit was stressful.
   Every time I turned around some slut was up in My Face!
   Trying to take Me on and take Me out, and not to dinner either!
   It was like I was walking around with Aha following Me as My Theme-song band. Playing My UNWANTED THEME SONG of Take on Me! Nonstop 24-fuckin-7!
   >_<
   While I was fending off these fuckers.
   Shrewd bitches like Dementia were avoiding direct contest with Me and taking down bitches on Our Level. She was especially good at coming after bitches who’d just been beaten!
   Which made many of Us think She was just some chickenshit-cowardly cunt!
   Which was all a part of Her Plan.
   Everybody including Me had to snap to attention when She put down Astralina and Satira!
   And it was straight-up 1-on-1 in both instances and right-after Dementia had fought too!
   I’m not even gonna get started on Astralina or Satira.
   Because They were and still are, just as sneaky and devious as Dementia. But They thought They were going to run up in Her and get a quick victory and break that bitch so She’d finally fall into place within the still shifting pecking order of Our Sun-Mahtsaba’s sect!
   Say that ten-times fast!
   In the End though.
   Dementia couldn’t get around Noretekai.
   She couldn’t get around Desrah-Darah.
   And Karla was too much of a hassle too.
   I couldn’t contend with all of Them either.
   And while I could defeat Them 1-on-1, I couldn’t fuckin break Them and make Them stay down.
   Especially after Noretekai finally was able to defeat Desrah-Darah and Karla!
   Everybody was starting to fall into place now and so I started My Faction.
   But these bitches all came together under Noretekai’s control!
   And then Dementia joined Them.
   And That.
   As They Say.
   Was That.
   For Me.
   Noretekai was the first bitch to depose Me.
   It’d taken the first few years of Our Lives.
   But by the time We were 10-years old.
   Noretekai and Her Ilk were in charge.
   I suspect that Dementia intended to bide Her Time within Noretekai’s Faction, however…?  
   They were all alike.
   Way too selfish and arrogant.
   Disrespectful.
   And disregarding of the Rest of Us.
   Noretekai’s Reign lasted for 10-years.
   And it ended in mass-revolt by all of Us!
   And Yes, I Led the Charge for Change.
   And Yes.
   I regained My Position.
   And Yes.
   I was ultimately dethroned again.
   This time by Olivia-Ocillet and Her Triumvirate and Their Faction.
   However…?
   What’d happened to Dementia?

During Noretekai’s Reign, Dementia proved Herself countless times, to be honest with You. Noretekai was actually a good 1st-Wife when it came to external-matters.
   But She was shitty-as-hell when it came to keeping Our Sun-Mahtsaba’s Houses in order internally.
   Worse than this was the Fact that while She could command Desrah-Darah, Karla and Dementia. All-3 of Them were way too willful and had Their Own Agendas.
   Noretekai made the mistake of simply settling for being able to boss Them around, while it was crystal-clear that She had not broken Them to Her Will.
   Which is a problem when You have a bunch of crafty-cunts who know how to simply rollover and play dead when the Heat was a lot too high for Them to keep resisting.
   It is another ability that We possess that most Earth-Mangs don’t.
   We can actually trick people that are Linked to Us.
   And this My Friends.
   Is where Dementia excelled at.
   And still excels at to this very Day.
   Left to Her Own Devices way back when?
   Allowed Dementia to put together a vast network of spies and informants and a very large PAGCO-Mang army!
   And note that I said, PAGCO-Mang Army.

   Not Tuwari-Mang Army.
   She even held secret meetings with Dr. Charles Pagan, without Our Sun-Mahtsaba knowing. When everything finally came to Light. After months of continuous contesting TO OUST Her and Noretekai and Their Ilk from POWER!
   Even Dr. Charles Pagan Himself stated that Dementia must have the core-genes of a PAGCO-High Priestess. Because Her Willingness to pretend to Be loyal to anyone except Priest-13…?
   Is disturbing.
   The War to Topple Noretekai was utterly devastating for everybody that was a part of Noretekai’s Faction. None of Them were the same once They’d finally been beaten and broken and ousted from Power!
   Dementia and all of Them fought to Their Destruction to hold onto Their Power. Resulting in the very first crippling pelting of any Tuwari-Mangs.
   Our Sun-Mahtsaba had to spend years trying to R&R Them.
   And by the Time He finally did.
   They were not the same.
   Dementia especially.
   Their Pecking Order had been thoroughly established.
   They were and still are.
   At the Very Bottom of Our Sun-Mahtsaba’s Sect.
   They make up His Tuimshejorakora.
   Which translates into a House of Sluts.
   They’ve all become Tuimshe-Tuwari.
   Psychic-Vampires.
   They are only able to function thanks to Their Link to Our Sun-Mahtsaba.
   Cut That…?
   And They become no different than a battery where each actual exertion on Their Part.
   Winds Them down closer and closer to shutting down and being rendered comatose, if They’re lucky.
   Dementia though?
   Ever the Undying One.
   Is thee only Tuimshe that Our Sun-Mahtsaba has.
   Who will venture beyond Him.
   Risking Her Life and risking having Her Link to Him, disrupted or cut.
   It has been rumored.
   That She has developed some sort of ability to actually drain empathic-energy from Non-Earth-Mangs.
   Since She is typical for My Sun-Mahtsaba’s Tuimshejorakora.
   She will interfere and plot and scheme and ultimately end up in contests with Me and other VIP’s of Our Sect.
   Only to get Her Cunt-&-Ass kicked!
   Where?
   I haven’t been able to find any proof inside Her Mind or Her Biotech-systems.
   That substantiates how in thee Fuck!? She is able to wander off on Her Own and always come back alive.
   Dementia?
   Is a driven little devious Bedwench.
   Where the one thing I have always found in Her is Her Regret for never having become 1st-Wife.
   And knowing that She now never can Be.
   Because once a Tuwari becomes a Tuimshe?
   Then that’s it for Her.
   She is bound to Whomever She was or Is.
   Linked to.
   Which only further deepens the Mystery of how in the Fuck is this bitch doing the shit She is doing…?
   Perhaps Her Evolutionary-ability has given Her some sort of adaptation that allows it, and, typical for Her Sneaky Ass.
   It evolved according to Her Psyche-Spirit and Persona.
   …Regardless of all of this…!?
   Dementia spends Her Days pretending to Be a harmless wornout-wench.
   But I have arrived to locales to find Her waiting.
   And Death has run rampant where I was supposed to have found enemy opposition.
  I think.
  The Fact that She no longer is, who She was.
   Has brought out Her True Potential.
   And made Her Far More Dangerous and Invaluable!
    Than She ever originally was.
     Or could have been….

So it's been a while.
But the more things change, supposedly the more They stay the same.
   I've no clue who the hell made that up but I'm sure They thought They were pretty clever. 
  Quite frankly a whole new world has opened up with the departure of My Sun-Mahtsaba's treacherous Master.
   And with Dr. Pagan gone?
   Many of the rules-&-regulations My Sun-Mahtsaba was forced to have to put up with, went with Him. Good riddance to bad rubbish and all that, again...?
   More pithy little quotes.
   And why pithy exactly...?
   Why exactly would I choose the Word, pithy?​ 

Let's have a quick gander at the word pithy, shall We. And ignore My Usage of the word, gander. To some extent or another I'm showing My Age with what I'm saying, because nobody uses that word anymore either.
   Pithy; pith·y ˈpiTHē/ adjective 1. (of language or style) concise and forcefully expressive.
   Hmmmmmmmmmmm, interesting.
   I can see why nobody uses this fuckin word anymore either.
   It's too...?
   Pithy!

Of course You know that I am simply talking in order to keep You company while You gawk at Me, right...?
   You do.
   Know that, Right...?
   Is that 4th-wall breaking or simply Me understanding My Environment?
​   You tell Me.

   So now, were You expecting Me to look like this or are You surprised?
   What do You think of My Color Scheme?
   Do I look Evil enough?
   I mean, if this if My Sun-Mahtsaba, then...?

I can't be 1st-Wife to an Altered-Human who looks this Evil and not be some sort of bird of the same feather so We can flock together, right...?
Right!

Some of You have correctly figured out that Myself and My Sun-Mahtsaba, are the Villains of this website. But how did that incompetent lying Jedi say it "That is true... From a certain point of view....​"
   EITHER WAY!?
   Root For Us, Root Against Us, all that matters is that You enjoy the Show.
   And They do say...
   That Life is a Stage ​after all....