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Conspiracy Workshop
With all the bizarre things going on in the news lately, combined with a large ever-growing history of government cover-ups and proven conspiracies across our planet, plus hundreds of "theories" that take you down a multi-verse of rabbit holes to other dimensions, I thought it may be fun to create your own conspiracy. Your mission is to create your own conspiracy entangled with lies and double-crosses, deceit, murder, cover-ups, you name it. The more the twists and turns in the plot the better, and bonus points if you can bring us closer to insanity with each layer. Mess with our minds, play with our hearts, make us question if our entry is even real or a simulation designed to make us think that we are in control.
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Mavia
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CASE FILE 02-27-23

It used to be thought that I was somewhat psychically touched or somehow daft, until I came across some papers in my family's personal documents that changed everything we had known heretofore.

Mother had disappeared one day without explanation, without further contact. Father said she had walked out. Left us for Good. But he never cleared out her craft room. He passed away in January, leaving me the house. I pulled myself together to return there the first week of the following month. Going through the lower drawers of Mother's special sewing armoire, all the way in the back, behind random scraps of velvet, calico, satin and velour, and under a pair of rusted vintage scissors, I found one of those yellow colored interoffice document sized envelopes. The kind with a red thread that wraps around a comparably crimson paper button. The envelope itself was slotted, and I could see and feel there was something substantial in it, and tinged yellow with age. Automatically, I unwound the cotten string and pulled out the contents, (some stapled, some not). Glossed photos fell on the floor. Images I didn't recognize, hazy. They looked a lot like me, but maybe it was Mother; honestly it was confusing to everyone later as well. I looked at the document. It was red ink- marked CONFIDENTIAL! By all appearances it was a case file. It was labeled MK-ULTRA-7 and dated February the 7th... My heart began to race as I could see it was signed by Mother, and Father, and then subsequently only by Father... but it was definitely about me. I flipped frantically, seeing the incidents collected. Things I half recalled. Places I'd supposedly been to, things I had reportedly done and said. There was a peculiar postcard in the bottom of the envelope, sullied and worn, but extra thick and laminated. It read: "MKV-Agent is programmed to respond to power of Suggestion, regardless whether written, spoken, or thought. Triggers will yield Automatic reactionary behaviors as programmed by MK-U."

Then I saw the Final Order:

"For disposal of MKV-Agent use code:

#*0-0*!?!..... . . . . . . "

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