Chương 7: 7-The Malevolent Incident

{The} MALEVOLENT INCIDENT {Scumbag asshole}: {Christopher Vespermann, 48 year old bastard from the deepest pits of hell} PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITION: VIDEO GAME ADDICTION, {being a demon} REASON FOR PLAYING: VIDEO GAME ADDICTION, DESTRESS FROM WORK GAMING DEVICE: PERSONAL COMPUTER GAME VERSION: ORIGINAL VERSION {Pirated} MEANS OF COMMUNICATION: VERBAL SPEECH MEANS OF RECORDING: AUDIO RECORDING FROM {Victim's} SMARTPHONE RECONSTRUCTED DUE TO CORRUPTED DATA DATE OF INCIDENT: NOVEMBER 21, 2011 EDITOR'S NOTE: {My boss told me that the victim was about 8 feet from Christopher's door when he was recording his father. He planned on using the smartphone to turn him into the authorities. Well, he got something else instead. … Also, the audio quality is pretty bad, so uh, let's just say I spent a little too long trying to make it actually audible. I'll admit, I got a bit sloppy, so if you see some programming brackets, you now know why} [1758 HOURS: 11. 21. 2011] {INCREASING VOLUME… DONE} CHRISTOPHER: Stupid goddamn quest- > INCOHERENT MUMBLING What's the [EXPLETIVE] point of this crap anyways?

[AUDIO INDICATES {Victim} IS STILL TRAVELLING TO QUEST MARKER LOCATION FOR 2 MINUTES, 04 SECONDS] CHRISTOPHER: That little deadbeat [EXPLETIVE], he installed malware into my computer, didn't he?! {Victim}: > QUIET LAUGHTER CHRISTOPHER: I'll be sure to teach that little [EXPLETIVE] never to get into my room. {Victim}: > QUIET, FRIGHTENED GASP [AUDIO GETS QUIETER AS INTERVIEWEE MOVES AWAY FROM SUBJECT'S BEDROOM DOOR AS A PHONE RINGS] CHRISTOPHER: > PHONE CHATTER Yeah, this is Christopher Vespermann.

> PHONE CHATTER Uh, huh? > PHONE CHATTER ALONG WITH A DEEP SIGH So you're saying those morons at Grandview didn't- > CLEARS THROAT slowly "Appreciate" the offer. > PHONE CHATTER"Controversies"? That's old news, you know that, years old… > PHONE CHATTER Now, you listen here. I hired you to negotiate a 53% stake with that company to meet quarterly revenue by the end of this year, and they said no after that generous offer?! > PHONE CHATTER I see how it is.

You know about the uh "accident" that happened to the guys at uh… > FINGERS SNAPPING > PHONE CHATTER > LAUGHTER Yeah, those losers. Now, we wouldn't want something like that to happen to [REDACTED] during negotiations, correct? > PHONE CHATTER > SOFT LAUGHTER Good. I expect you to tell me if something should happen to [REDACTED] by tomorrow. > PHONE CHATTER slowly Very good. There may be a 5% raise for you after this, if you do well… > PHONE CHATTER > CLEARS THROAT Good boy… 7. 5% then. Now get going, I'm busy!

[PHONE CALL ENDS. AUDIO BECOMES SLIGHTLY LOUDER {still can't hear shit}] CHRISTOPHER: mumbling [EXPLETIVE] idiot. Interrupting me during my "me time". > PAUSES Now to do this stupid [EXPLETIVE] quest. [1809 HOURS. 11. 21. 2011] EDITOR'S NOTE: {Still can't hear shit, sorry, bud} CHRISTOPHER: There you are, you little [EXPLETIVE]… WARDEN: Morning citizen. What a pleasant day outside. Remus must have blessed the skies above.

CHRISTOPHER: I'll just knock this guy off the cliff, like- > PAUSES panicking Where the hell are my weapons? WARDEN: This sanctuary is a safe place, and no weapons are permitted here. I have confiscated them until- {LOWERING VOLUME… DONE} CHRISTOPHER: yelling Yeah, and how about I turn off my [EXPLETIVE] computer then?! > PC SHUTS OFF > LAUGHTER yelling Can't keep the power on, can you asshole?! mumbling Stupid [EXPLETIVE] piece of shit… > GROWLING Now, where is that no-good little shit of a-?

{Victim}: > SCURRIES AWAY FROM DOOR [DOORKNOB HEARD RATTLING] {INCREASING VOLUME… CANCELLED} CHRISTOPHER: yelling {Victim}, you better let me out right now, or it won't just be more dinner tonight you-! WARDEN: I'm afraid you cannot leave, Christopher Vespermann. CHRISTOPHER: > HEAVY BREATHING What the [EXPLETIVE]?! I shut off my-! WARDEN: Yes, you did, and I turned it back on, as you are not allowed to leave this room, especially after what you have done…

CHRISTOPHER: [EXPLETIVE] idiot of a son installed malware on my-! [ODD DIGITAL NOISES FOLLOWED BY SOUNDS OF IRON SHACKLES] {Victim}: > QUIETLY YELPS CHRISTOPHER: How the hell did you do‐?! > SUBJECT IS HEARD STRUGGLING AGAINST SHACKLES WARDEN: Sit. You aren't leaving. CHRISTOPHER: You're trying to play a cop, huh? Well, I'll see you in court for false- WARDEN: booming BE SILENT!

CHRISTOPHER: > YELPS WARDEN: We have much to discuss, especially what you have done during much of your career, including a few "incidents", all of which I have right here… [ODD DIGITAL NOISES] CHRISTOPHER: This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. This [EXPLETIVE] guy… > GROANS I was acquitted of those charges. Libelous idiots who wanted all my dough. Hard-earned moola pal! WARDEN: That you acquired by blackmailing and murdering other people?

Like right here? [ODD DIGITAL NOISES] {ADJUSTING AUDIO QUALITY… DONE} CHRISTOPHER: > SOFT CHUCKLE That was an accident. Jesus, you really are a comedian! > STRUGGLES AGAINST CHAINS Ya know? Maybe if you let me go, I could hire you as my own personal- WARDEN: And these as well… [ODD DIGITAL NOISES] CHRISTOPHER: > PAUSE What the hell does that have to do with anything? WARDEN: A glimpse into the mind of a demon…

CHRISTOPHER: > ANNOYED SIGH Listen, jackass, I go to church on Sundays, know every verse of the Bible, and make sure I spend Thanksgiving with my family- WARDEN: -Who have forbidden you from entering their homes since 2009? I've read the texts, Christopher, especially over that court case. CHRISTOPHER: Are you some sort of living computer virus or something? WARDEN: Something else… CHRISTOPHER: Then a demon, then? Oh, boy!

This is probably the funniest shit I ever- WARDEN: >SNARLING [ODD DIGITAL NOISES] {Victim}: > STIFLES YELP CHRISTOPHER: I-I was just saying that's what you probably are, right?! WARDEN: No, that would be you… >CLEARS THROAT Your career is built on the suffering of others, and your latest "business venture" is to acquire a medium-sized game developer based in a Missourian town bearing its name. One that you wanted to buy, as they made your favorite game.

Of course, that didn't go well, given how you treat your acquisitions… CHRISTOPHER:'ey! It's just business, buddy! WARDEN: What about a phone call, made at 1801 hours with a [REDACTED]? CHRISTOPHER: Uh, yeah? It was mainly an important phone call, you see. I am, of course, the CEO of a prestigious- WARDEN: While you are in your undergarments playing a computer game showing notable signs of anger, particularly directed towards anyone that interrupts your session? That doesn't sound professional to me.

CHRISTOPHER: exasperated Hey! I gotta run a company, ya know? You know how many flights I have to take to LA? I spend 10 hours a day, 6 days a week doing important business that takes a lotta work, pal. WARDEN: >ANNOYED SIGH 4 days a week.

You get paid $3, 251, 000 per year, plus of course $47 billion in stocks and $2 billion in insider trading, as evidenced by this residence hosting 10 bedrooms, 2 Olympic-sized swimming pools, a golf course, two 3-car garages containing aristocratic automotive vehicles, and a PC with some of the most advanced hardware on the market. And that PC contains 10 terabytes of file storage, plus the other 500 terabytes that are "part of your work" that are currently not hooked up.

CHRISTOPHER: >SOFT CHUCKLE That's public knowledge on Graham - > PAUSES panicked 500 terabytes? I don't have 500 terabytes of file storage in my- [AUDIO HEARD AS THE WARDEN OPENS A HIDDEN SAFE UNDER CHRISTOPHER'S BED] WARDEN: >PAUSES You don't have 500 terabytes of memory under your bed, Christopher? In a blast-proof safe designed to evade metal detectors and that would take weeks to crack open? CHRISTOPHER: Alright, fine! It's for important company logs. WARDEN: Like this "important" phone call?

[AUDIO OF FULL PHONE CALL THAT OCCURRED AT 1801 HOURS PLAYS AND THEN ENDS] CHRISTOPHER: That was private! How did you-? WARDEN: > ANNOYED GROWL You never spoke to [REDACTED]. He himself had his phone destroyed as he himself died in a plane accident bound for KCI at 1538 hours today. The news covered it heavily. CHRISTOPHER: > SNORTS Never saw it… WARDEN: … As much as you value human lives. CHRISTOPHER: So it was you then?! WARDEN: The plane crash… no. > SNARLS The phone call, yes…

And that man you planned to assassinate, Brandon Falkner, CEO of Grandview Software, has been informed of the phone call that happened. A police report has been filed on his behalf. And given the seriousness of your intended crime, I would imagine the FBI would be on their way to make sure you do not harm anyone else again…

CHRISTOPHER: > HEAVY PANICKED BREATHING > FRANTIC STRUGGLING AGAINST CHAINS WARDEN: You have been a very dishonest man throughout your entire life, and your very insistence on lying to someone who knows exactly what you did shows that even when confronted by the truth, you refuse to acknowledge it. CHRISTOPHER: H-h-hey! We can talk this out, right?! I'll give you $50 million-NO! My penthouse in LA! Maybe perhaps-?!

[AUDIBLE SLAP HEARD] CHRISTOPHER: > WELPS IN PAIN WARDEN: I am not someone that can be persuaded by things insignificant to me, much like the judges you paid off concerning severe crimes brought about by 48 victims… The public was upset you got off scott-free during that court case in 2009 when the jury strangely reached a not guilty verdict. And these hard drives include every one of them, plus someone else in this very manner. Someone who is your very son.

{Victim}: > INCOHERENT MUMBLING FOLLOWED BY TREMBLING CHRISTOPHER: exasperated I would never do that to-! [A LONG PAUSE OCCURS THAT LAST FOR 14 SECONDS] CHRISTOPHER: I-I don't know how you did that… > LOUD FLAILING OF CHAINS IS HEARD THIS IS A MISTAKE! YOU GOT THE WRONG GUY! I NEVER DID THAT! WARDEN: Those are your memories, and they are as clear as day. Evidence that cannot be tampered with {kind of}. > GROWLING Evidence that warrants punishment of the highest order!

[ODD DIGITAL NOISES] EDITOR'S NOTE: {At this point, the victim began to see strange lights under Christopher's bedroom door that temporarily blinded him. … Okay, it was more like he ruined his eyesight as a result of looking into something he shouldn't have. … Also, the amount of editing coming up was a pain in the ass} CHRISTOPHER: > LAUGHING Punish me? When you say that the cops are on their way here?! You just contradicted yourself, you [EXPLETIVE] idiot. > MOCKING LAUGHTER Lemme tell ya something, jackass.

I have a lot of friends in the FBI you don't even know about. They already shut down whatever that moron thought would save his skin. And that guy… Oh, him. If what'ya saying is true, that little bastard is goin' to get it! WARDEN: > SOFT CHUCKLE Unfortunately, Mr. Vespermann, they know this too. CHRISTOPHER: Huh?! WARDEN: I have a lot of contacts you can't even begin to comprehend. They know what's going on currently, and they know that you've bought out their bosses.

They also know that any attempts at a warrant against you will be shot down. However, they have told me everything about you, everything you did, and they have the evidence for that… > SOFT GROWL … Evidence you and I know is unaltered. CHRISTOPHER: > UNCOMFORTABLE LAUGHTER I get it now. This is all some [EXPLETIVE] up dream, and I'm being punished by some guy dressed up like those stupid guards. I'll wake up, and I'll be in my bed, enjoying another day with no conse- [AUDIBLE SLICING SOUND] LOWERING VOLUME…

DONE} CHRISTOPHER: > PAINED SOUND yelling WHAT WAS THAT FOR A- > PAUSES WARDEN: Was that a dream, Christopher? CHRISTOPHER: Oh Jesus… {ADJUSTING AUDIO QUALITY… DONE} [ODD DIGITAL NOISES] CHRISTOPHER: W-where are you taking me? WARDEN: A place where demons like you will serve your sentence until you finally understand the weight of all your sins… starting now. {LOWERING VOLUME… DONE} {ADJUSTING AUDIO QUALITY… DONE} CHRISTOPHER: > NOTABLE EXCRUCIATING SCREAMING SLOWLY SOUNDING MORE DIGITALLY CORRUPTIVE OVER THE NEXT 10 SECONDS [FILE CORRUPTED DUE TO ELDRIGITAL INTERFERENCE. {The only salvageable part of the file was the end, unfortunately. So uh… AUTO-SKIP} [1829 HOURS: 11. 21. 2011] [SOUND ENDS AFTER 10 SECONDS, AND {the Victim} ENTERS CHRISTOPHER'S BEDROOM TO FIND NOTHING. INTERVIEWEE SHUTS OFF RECORDING SOON AFTER] EDITOR'S NOTE: {That last part of the transcript had lights so blinding John had a bunch of notes written down about the victim. A lot of it is false, but I'm just going to list the ones that are true from his notes} ADDITIONAL NOTES: {The Victim} after the incident found {Christopher} absent from his bedroom, other than a damaged king-sized bed. The {victim} found a note from the Warden addressed to him, telling him to go to the local police station and provide audio evidence from his smartphone, but also point investigators to the harddrive stash. The interviewee did as instructed… and in exchange for his innocence, the {victim} was offered into a witness protection program. The {victim's} identity was changed… they were sent to a foster family in [redacted]… the {victim} states that following the incident, his life became troubled and struggled to reintegrate into society, even years after {Christopher's} disappearance. EDITOR'S NOTES: {There is a lot of stuff here, so I'm going to skip. John goes on about how the victim was psychologically distressed, felt uncomfortable after the interview, and deleted all their socials. They didn't, though. They're still up. … Oh yeah, I should tell you that he didn't actually interview the guy in question. Why? Because uh- … sigh My boss doesn't want to tell you as he feels it is wrong to say something without context. … I'm just skipping to the end. It's just personal theories and a bunch of other crap you've probably heard before from every eceleb trying to be scary. … No, it's not the end of this, as there are other things to show you. Jeez, dude, you are a real pain in the-! … I was not being mean to them! Jeez, why can't you take a joke, Onar- … ME AND MY BIG [EXPLETIVE] MOUTH} {SKIPPING FOOTAGE... DONE}