Maptonshire

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In the depths of Winterisle wood, a peculiar tale unfolded within the walls of this fine hotel. The owner, a mysterious figure, held sway over the establishment, with a manager as their right hand. From the branches of this managerial tree, an ops manager oversaw their domain, tending to their nest of seven H.O.D.'s and their dedicated minions. Feathers, once belonging to the chicks, found new purpose as a changing bed, adding to the hotel's allure. Within the confines of a solitary toilet, a girl and her 'boy' sought refuge, unaware of the watching eyes. The 'boy', connected to the owner in ways unknown, had evaded the grasp of his mother, who lingered outside, and his father, whose presence loomed nearby. But in this hotel, laws were fluid, and the boundaries of power blurred. As the story wove its way through the hotel's halls and the Winterisle wood, the girl and the 'boy' became entangled in a web of secrets and intrigue. The owner, the manager,...

Someone who actually thinks she can summon demons that Alistair Crowley allegedly summoned was stood in this spot last month with her arms stretched out vertically in front of her with her palms down, as I drove past!! Her past professions include child psychologist business owner!! Guess who got called to her daughters assistance because she didn't believe her when she called her hysterically from the park after being sexually assaulted? (Where I calmed her down with breathing exercises, took her home where her mum was embarrassed that it was me who had picked her up!!! Police arrived an hour later and tried to blame her friend who I drove to the incident ffs) > Only The World Safeguarding Record Holder Who's best friend had his funeral at this church in 1992 So you can imagine the emotion everyone experienced in that church during the service will never be forgotten or taken away so she's not going to play silly buggers trying to siphon it away on my shift the abs...

The tribunaI needs to decide if after all I've been through, reporting all the appalling behaviour that gets condoned at best, I would then bully and harrass someone to put a job for life I love in jeopardy. Or do they believe that I was doing my best for everyone concerned, under an appalling set of circumstances and working conditions. (summary below) I got no help from B Hotels Ltd to stop myself and others from being bullied when I reported the Hotel manager and housekeeper in 2018. This was despite them thanking me for informing them that the manager wasn't 'fit for purpose' in her role after ignoring the housekeeper threatening to kill and kick a maids head in, and then shout at me 'all day' because I questioned her behaviour. Therefore, when the operations manager told the police he'd let children back into the hotel that were already barred after the boy had threatened me in the past for stopping him having sex in the disabled toilets, I saw no point...

The days turned into weeks and months, and still, no action had been taken by the higher-ups at ... Hotels Ltd. It seemed that my pleas for justice had fallen on deaf ears, and the managers continued to sweep everything under the rug. I felt a sense of despair as I realized that the truth might never come to light.  However, I refused to give up. I knew that I had to take matters into my own hands if I wanted to expose the corruption and injustice that plagued the company. I began gathering evidence, secretly recording conversations, and documenting every instance of misconduct I witnessed. I knew that I was taking a risk, but I was determined to see this through to the end.  As I delved deeper, I uncovered even more shocking secrets. It seemed that the managers were not only complicit in the underage activities but were also involved in a much more sinister scheme. I discovered ties to a human trafficking ring, with the hotel serving as a front for their illicit activities. M...

Scene The Quietism Conundrum The Manageress, with a shrewd gaze, called upon the tenants to bear witness against Phoenix. She painted him as a perpetrator of the very abuse he sought to expose, twisting his actions to fit their narrative of acceptance and calm. The tenants, fearful of the consequences and embracing quietism, remained silent, choosing to ignore the truth rather than challenge the status quo. Phoenix, standing tall, appealed their decision, refusing to be complicit in the toxic culture that permeated the hotel. He knew that his voice, though powerful, might not be enough to shatter the silence. As Phoenix prepared to leave, his thoughts turned to the Manageress and her role in perpetuating this culture of Quietism. He wondered if she, too, was a victim of this narcissistic gaslighting, or if she actively chose to ignore the abuse for her own gain. The hotel, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison, trapping its residents in a web of silence and complacency. Phoenix, det...

This AI version of this informatively hilarious message is the world we should  live in :) I decided to take action and address the homophobic outburst I witnessed, driven by my concern for my colleague's well-being and the creation of an inclusive workplace. I approached the colleague who made the comment and requested a private conversation. With a calm and empathetic tone, I inquired about his sudden outburst and if everything was alright. Initially, he was defensive and tried to brush it off as a harmless joke. However, as I persisted, he began to open up, sharing his internal struggles and the pressure he felt to conform to societal expectations. He admitted that he had never explored his true feelings and that his anger was often a mask for his own confusion and fear.  Understanding the sensitivity of the situation, I assured him of my support and shared my own experiences with self-acceptance. I emphasized the importance of embracing one's true self and the freedom that...

Phoenix stepped out, his face a mask of calm, belying the storm of rage and disgust brewing within. He looked the man dead in the eye and said, "Because, my dear fellow, I have standards and morals, something you clearly lack. Staging a 'stagging' as you so eloquently put it, is a far cry from preying on the vulnerable and impressionable. My actions may be dramatic, but they are not abusive." With a sneer, the man replied, "Oh, so you think you're better than us? That your little games don't hurt anyone? You're just as twisted as the rest of us, Phoenix, whether you like to admit it or not." Phoenix's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous glint appeared in them as he took a menacing step forward. "At least I own my actions and their consequences. I don't hide behind a veil of manipulation and deceit. My 'games' are just that – games, with willing participants. What you lot do is sickening, and I won't stand for it any longer....

Just great that they all OFFICIALLY denied a police report happened where I got the operations manager to admit what he'd been doing with a girl from 11 years of age in the disabled toilet for 3 years! I even got threatened with being sliced up for calling the police on them!! Perhaps even more telling parts were when the police thought it was fine, and the area manager went apoplectic at the ops manager for admitting what the areas culture was!! Shame the judge wouldn't allow me any of the police verified evidence so I had to bail or face 18 years in jail if I took them to the set 5 day tribunal (ffs), after two preliminary hearings where everything was 'discussed' in court .Having confidence to look everyone in the eye when you finally have actual proof of what vile beyond comprehension above the law sickos they are or condone, is priceless 😃 😇

As Phoenix sauntered out, a collective sigh of relief escaped the men, but their respite was short-lived. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Phoenix turned back, his voice echoing through the sauna. "Oh, but my dear friends, we're just getting started. You didn't think I'd forget about our little agreement, did you?" A shiver ran down their spines as they realized what was about to unfold. "You see, my dears, I have a particular set of skills. And when you cross me, well, let's just say I always get my revenge." He paused, letting the anticipation build. "So, here's the deal. You either let me finish what I started, or I tell your wives, your girlfriends, and your mates about your little secret. Your choice." The men exchanged nervous glances, knowing they had no way out. With a devilish smile, Phoenix began to sing again, his voice silky and enticing. "Come on, lads, let's make this memorable. After all, what happens in the ...

Phoenix felt a surge of anger and disgust as the men continued their despicable conversation. He knew that these men, like those on the summer island, believed they were above consequences, that their power and privilege protected them. But Phoenix was determined to expose their hypocrisy and bring their twisted desires to light. With a calculated move, he stood up and addressed the men directly. "It's interesting how you all speak of your wives and your gratitude for a place where your actions were once unchecked. But tell me, how do you think those girls felt? The ones you mistreated and took advantage of?" The men fell silent, their eyes darting around the room, realizing too late that their words had been heard and judged. Phoenix continued, his voice steady and challenging. "You hide behind your wealth and your so-called 'sacrifice,' but your actions speak of a different kind of sacrifice—the sacrifice of innocence, of trust, and of lives forever changed...

As the sun set on another day, she couldn't help but admire the silhouette of her husband, his broad shoulders and muscular frame filling the doorway. He exuded a primal masculinity, a remnant of that ancient volcano, "Mount Missap," that had forged the destiny of men like him. She knew his brain might be as dormant as those ancient volcanic rocks, but his physical presence and unwavering dedication to their family's comfort were all that mattered to her. In the dim light, she could almost imagine the embers of that long-ago eruption still glowing in his eyes, a silent reminder of the strength and protection he offered. Their anniversary was approaching, a testament to their enduring love and the unspoken agreement that bound them together. She took pleasure in the simple things that brought him joy—movie nights, tending to their garden, and indulging in his favorite garlic bread. These small gestures were her way of showing appreciation for his role in providing for ...

  Warning :  May result in so-called heterosexual communities  being exposed as being financially and culturally  dependent on the abuse of animals and children!

Phoenix, intrigued by this peculiar response, inquired further. "Quantitative easing? What do you mean by that?" The man, seemingly pleased to have an audience, explained, "Son, what these ladies are doing here is providing a much-needed release for us men. It's like injecting liquidity into a struggling economy. We're easing the tension, the stress of our daily lives. Just like a central bank intervenes to stimulate economic activity, these women are stimulating us." The other men nodded in agreement, their laughter now a mix of amusement and a strange sense of camaraderie.  Phoenix found himself drawn into this unusual world, a world where pleasure and economic metaphors intertwined. He observed the women, their skilled hands working their magic, their faces a mask of professionalism despite the rings on their fingers. He wondered about their stories, the secrets they held, and the sadness that seemed to lurk beneath their smiles.  As he continued his tour...

Phoenix was disgusted and appalled by the behaviour of the maintenance manager and Alura. He couldn't believe that they would make such disturbing and inappropriate comments, especially in a professional setting. He decided to take matters into his own hands and contacted the police, providing them with a detailed account of the incident. The police took his report seriously and launched an investigation into the matter. Meanwhile, Phoenix also reached out to a local newspaper, whistleblowing about the toxic culture within the landlord's company. He wanted to expose the truth and hold them accountable for their lack of action. The story gained traction, and soon, public outrage followed. The landlord's company found themselves in a PR nightmare, with tenants and the public demanding answers. They were forced to take action, and finally, the two employees were suspended pending a full investigation. Phoenix felt a sense of relief that his efforts had made a difference, but h...

As Phoenix gave his statement, he felt a growing sense of unease. The officers' casual attitude and the operations manager's revelation left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wondered how deep this corruption ran and if anyone in this town was truly looking out for the well-being of its youth. The image of the young man, now a threat to him, and the girl, being exploited for everyone's entertainment, haunted him. He felt a sense of responsibility to ensure this didn't continue, but he was just one man against an entire town.  That night, Phoenix couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, his mind racing with thoughts of the young couple and the injustice they faced. In the darkness, an idea began to form – a plan to expose the truth and perhaps, just perhaps, make a difference. Come morning, Phoenix set out to gather evidence, determined to shine a light on the seedy underbelly of Toilet Town.  Little did he know, his actions would set in motion a chain of events that woul...

As Phoenix entered the quiet bar, he felt all eyes on him. He approached the counter and asked for a room, his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in his stomach. The patrons seemed to lean in closer, their eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I've come to The Winter Isle in search of someone," he began, his gaze sweeping the room. "I'm looking for a survivor of abuse, someone who might be able to help me understand the darkness that haunts this place." The room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace in the corner. Then, as if on cue, the music started up again, loud and raucous. A group of revelers burst into laughter, their eyes shining with mirth. "Abuse? Dear boy, you've come to the wrong place," a weathered old man shouted over the din. "We only know of joy and revelry here!" Phoenix felt a familiar frustration building within him. It was the same response his father had received on the Summer Isle. Was he des...

Phoenix, undeterred by the resistance from the locals, decided to take matters into his own hands. He knew that the police were unlikely to intervene, given their dismissive message. "I'll have to handle this myself," he muttered, steeling himself for the task ahead. He set out to find the boys, determined to rescue them from the twisted traditions of the island. As he ventured deeper into the heart of the community, he encountered more strange and disturbing practices, each justified by the insular logic of the yokels. "It's all for the 'community', they say," Phoenix thought, his disgust growing with each new revelation. But, as he soon discovered, the true power brokers of the island were not so easily swayed by the pleas of an outsider. The local landowners, a formidable and influential lot, had their own reasons for maintaining the status quo. "A necessary evil," one of them confided in Phoenix over a cup of strong, bitter tea. "I...

As Phoenix descended towards his ancestral home, the scenes unfolding below him became increasingly disturbing. To the north, a high-speed chase ended with a cyclist seeking refuge in a farm, while to the east, a man's lewd actions were dismissed as harmless fun. But it was the scene to the south that truly chilled Phoenix to the bone. There, he witnessed a young boy's desperate struggle to escape the clutches of a fat man, while a woman turned a blind eye as if such acts were commonplace. The boy's cries for help fell on deaf ears, except for those of the small woman who scurried past, her guilt written plain as day. Hovering in the air, Phoenix found himself facing a farmer who seemed intent on denying the disturbing reality of Maptonshire. But as he looked around, Phoenix couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister lurked in this place. It was as if the very air buzzed with a dark energy, a tangible weight of unseen evils. With a heavy heart, Phoenix continued...

Scene The Journey  Phoenix, now a young man, sets off on his quest with a sense of eager determination. He boards a ship bound for the icy archipelago, a place so remote and mysterious that even the most seasoned sailors fear to tread. As he sails closer to his destination, the air grows colder and the sea more treacherous. Yet, Phoenix is undeterred; his father's legacy and the potential fate of the Winter Isle spur him on.  Upon reaching the archipelago, Phoenix discovers a land shrouded in perpetual winter. The trees are heavy with snow, and the ground is frozen solid. He ventures forth, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air, seeking signs of life and the truth behind the tales he had heard. The hymns and folklore had spoken of a people who had embraced the darkness, their rituals a twisted reflection of his father's sacrifice.  As he explores, Phoenix encounters strange phenomena. He sees shapes shifting in the corner of his eye, hears whispers carried on the wi...

In shadows cast by towering might, I dragged a giant to the light. Their lawless reign, untouched, supreme, Devoured the frail, the child, the dream. A town of thousands, bound, confined, Their silenced cries still haunt my mind. Through memory’s wound, a scream arose, A child’s despair, where darkness grows. At seven, I knew the predator’s hand, Yet stood, when others fled the land. His son, a canvas of violet pain, Choked by the grip of a vile chain. I breached the door, where none would tread, To pull a soul from the jaws of dread. Across the fields, where cruelty thrives, A farm grew fat on buried lives. A cow and calf, their birth defiled, By hands that slew, while scholars smiled. Three farmers’ lies, and students’ code, Could not conceal the blood that flowed. For years I hunted, truth my spear, To cage the sins none dared to hear.