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[Jack Q. Pembry]

I know you don't like me emailing you. There's a good chance you don't even log in to this account now. But I need to know if my Bak Story video offended you in some way. Didn't think you'd mind. You freely offered up the story in your welcome message to me. It's a piece of an important point I have to make. I had to prod that nerve. Your reaction to it. . . seeing you on the other side of the glass for a change. . . people like us are curious by nature. You know this. It simply couldn't be helped.

I ask if you took offence because of the silence on your end. Nothing to say about my side project or the further appropriation of the Cuber Clique's personal details? Nothing at all? Stoicism is your MO, but this is overdoing it. Some guidance as we make our way to the end of this project is needed. Your mates have left me scrambling for plot. I suppose they're upset as well?

!!!

You don't decide how this ends.

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I'm sorry, but fuck's sake, it can't go on forever. We only have nine videos. People are expecting resolution. We could use the Highwayman videos to maybe extend things? Maybe the Lusk set? See, problem there is they don't match up with the original set. It's thematically and aesthetically jarring.

You have to broaden your horizons if you want to spread your message. Truly great minds seldom linger on one work. That's what the splintering storyline I've been doing independently is about. Working new territories. A new project? A new storyline? Now those could make good use of your full collection.

You're a frontiersman, I have always admired that, but you've only mapped a tenth of what's out there!

!!!

Never said it goes on forever. There is an ending I have in mind. You think, even hypothetically, I would send you my other properties? You think I'd hand you another part of my life's work just to see you dissect and desecrate it like you did to my final videos? They're forever tainted now. You will never collaborate with me again.

"Broaden your horizons"? You misunderstand me completely. This is one story, and it's more or less a true one. You and your inventions were to draw the audience in so that I could vet the promising and haunt the unremarkable. You strayed from the path, and now any potential followers are hopelessly lost.

All I see now is JOSEPH BRIGHT, JOSEPH BRIGHT, WHERE IS JOSEPH BRIGHT. This was never meant to be about one person. Do not try to hide your egotism with your metatextual philosophizing. The same goes for the breaching of the inner circle's personal information, regardless of how you applied or altered that information. You have an astonishing number of people wishing to see you dead.

I, on the other hand, am left only embarrassed by you.

You play dinner theater. I am the real thing.

I was sorely mistaken in thinking this partnership could work.

Goodbye.

[Jack Q. Pembry]

Sorry not to have responded to your last email. Things have been quite rotten here lately. Work is hectic and ceaselessly busy yet I am told the possibility of cut hours lingers in my near future. Attended three auditions - count em - three auditions in which I was immediately informed not to expect callbacks. On one outing I was actually told they already had someone in mind BEFORE I began so yea. . . not great on that front.

Don't take my delays in our chats too personally. Have had absolutely no time with all of that going on to so much as work on my novel so you can't get too irate ahaha.

And the truth is I've turned to the drink in the past couple of weeks. What else is new? Saw a man killed by a trucker in a video a few weeks back and my thoughts are running somewhat morbid since. If I were to pass and mum wanted to ransack my pc or mobile for whatever godforsaken reason, want you to know that that is fine. There are things here that matter.

It got me thinking about life and starting over and how it would be nice to hit a reset button at a certain point. . . but to retain all the information, knowledge,memories of what you had experienced pre-reset. Did you ever read that Replay book I left you? Like that. Sometimes I get afraid that I have wandered so far from home that it would be impossible to get back to where I once was. I feel asea. And I think about e changes I need to make, the projects I went to partake in, the people I need to call back, and it feels as if my life has become an infinite maze where every good possible checkpoint has been reached and passed.

Thought I had some good mates out here but my RL acquaintances are always busy and those online art guys I were telling you about ended up being not only creeps and psychopaths but pretentious and arrogant ones at that. But they would make the same claim of me so fuck it.

My last two projects went off the rails in big ways and I miss Daniel and Willie and our days of frightening the country nobodies with our antics. Let them know they can email me whenever they want but yea texts are a tad pricey and I understand.

I know a bloke a older man who lives just down the coast a bit name of Martin and he is about the only person from my last project I am still in contact with. Not wise maybe but he's to going maybe take visit to work on a side project.So I've got that much going until auditions start paying off.

Let Miranda know that she is not to give Angie her present until I am back. Don't know why I sent it so fuckin early but if she already gave it to her don't tell me and we can maybe play pretend or something. Tell them both I love em next chance you get. Same for mum and Stephen. Tell them I am very, home sick and stillplan to head over for Christmas and falling that some time shortly after the new Year.

I miss you all very much.