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Beware of the fat man.

In the era of Steampunk, he was in the dark shadow, dressed in black and round glasses. His essence was that of long beaked bird. His wife, a slave.

Now, he carries that same essence clothed in modern day costume.

He was supposed to be one of us, in fact he was part of the team of engineers who opened this game to us. However he took advantage of the playing field for his own accord. And because of that he is stuck in the game forever as he has been broken into fractals.

We all know at least one fat man with a slave of a wife.

I’m not sure what his angle is right now — but the sense is that he is trying to get out. Whatever it takes and it could be at the cost of you or me. And even his poor wife.

I remember you and the image is coming back clearly.

He has an incessant tendency to manipulate perceptions. If anyone else possibly comes into the peripheral he casts them out. What he seems to be forgetting is that he is digging himself in an endless pit of karma. Disingenuous actions toward others will come back 10 fold.

So beware of the fat man.

He will charm you. Greet with you with compliments. Offer you space. But given the right moment he will snap in your back pocket for whatever possession you are guarding there.

Beware of the fat man.

He will promise you insights beyond the veil in exchange for a part of your essence. As your enthusiasm escapes you as you cry for joy you find new learnings from his lectures, he draws that energy in and feeds on your life.

Beware the fat man.

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