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(3) – The Unintentional Aquanaut

These set of books are compiled from one man’s private diary.

** One man who was all alone with his clipboard for company, in a company of hell spawn demons, but demons with hearts of gold, (all five of them), that then match the five races – ranging from the mighty (Trolls), right down to the industrious (Dwarves), but it’s the (Elvin) traders in the middle that you’ve got to watch the most.

Cos’ you can bet your bottom dhaler dat’ dem’ bloody thieving piggin miscreants (is’) watching you, .. probably even now; with their billions of all seeing spying eyes that miss nothing.


  • In America it’s called R (rated.)
  • In the United Kingdom it’s called X (rated.)
  • In Europe it’s commonly referred to as 18
  • And in Australia as Restricted (X 18+.)

In all these examples above, .. then the legal target audience is (18 + years of age), but my considered opinion on the matter is that if a sixteen year old can legally have sex, smoke and join the army to kill rag-heads in the hot sweltering desert: then that’s the real age of consent, and not this concocted politically correct bull-shit that some poxy politician’s come up with to get him, (herself) elected.

** The adult target age and mental maturity of these volumes, is much, much, much more higher than that of mere chronological time spent living on this small rock called (the Earth), .. It’s more of an acceptance of what being an adult is all about, which all alone is the driving force on whether you can handle it: or not.

Right, .. Begin, .. You’ve already accepted the age restriction pop-up box when entering this site, this set of books alone was what caused it all to become necessary in the first place: now, feel it’s full effect.


If you don’t like the terms cunt, fuck wit: nigger and chink, .. (Then don’t read any further fuck wit! – and piss off!)

If you can handle that, then would you *agree* or *disagree* that broads (women), are only good for chasing, and then fucking up against the wall on a Saturday night, .. (Still with me?)

Perhaps you should leave if you are offended by reading what the fucked up pedophiles do amongst themselves, and what those pissin’ poxy fuckin’ freaks can get up to behind your back.

** But being as it’s only four year old naked baby girl bear cubs, that they are all legally fucking, then it doesn’t really matter.

Or does it? .. (Are you still following this gnarly old witch out on this voyage into the great unknown?)

OK THEN, .. the reason that that filth is up there in the first place, is because these elicit volumes that follow, actually reflects a diary’s blunt writing style of a kidnapped victim called Jay; who never ever thought in a gazillion years that his private journal would ever see the light of day, but it has.

** And yes: I could have sanitized it in a major re-edit, but in doing that; then I feel that what his diary actually contains, really does lose its gravitas to a great extent.

How I came across this private journal, (for now), is irrelevant. All you need to know is that it’s being published as is, because what the victim has recorded in it, (is important), and the contents really needs to be out there for others to make up their own minds about what’s happening, and has been happening in our name for quite a long time.

From that statement above: I also feel that the information that the original diary contained, is in fact something that should concern all of us.

These writings are the intimate muses of an ordinary human male: who has also been upfront and honest with himself in filling it in throughout. So that means, that this narration represents a glimpse of what a man really thinks, (who’s also been taken out of time), whose time was also in the early 70s in New York (USA), .. Where it was a whole other ball game.

A jolly place where the Pushers were nearly always black scumbag niggers, peddling their filth to the spiks, who in turn flogged their (cut shit) back to the dumbass half-wit punk kids: not black nor white you’ll note, because profit is color blind.

But this isn’t a happy story of what went on on these mean-streets, but more of an unhappy story of what went on above all of their ignorant heads, and also below their feet, but a long time ago, when market forces drove on the shifting tectonic plates.

** And where a fortune could be won and lost overnight, or sometimes in the course of one hour. Especially after finding a family of mutilated Elvin bodies stuffed down a well behind a large luxurious house out in the Burbs: with the head man missing his head sat quite still, and quite dead in the living room.

OH’ – Happy Days.

Still with me? – Read all dat’ shit above? – Know what your getting your dumbass self into?

OK! – But don’t come whinging to me if your fucking offended by what you find and read in these volumes of one man’s musings, trapped as he is in the deeps, and also out of his pissin’ depth as well, surrounded as he is by the useless brain dead trolls.

ALSO, .. STUCK UP SNOBBY SHITHEADS, Living blissfully in ignorance out there, .. Understand this, no fucker here is forcing you uptight cunts to read any of these books, and if you don’t like the poxy story, then keep it to your fucking self.

** I’ve had my pissin’ fill of online anonymous (Trolls) .. who make the real ones look tame by comparison.

Winding my strung out scrawny neck back in here, .. but, if mayhap: you do in fact find a typo, and there a bound to be a few; then can you give me the nod. It’ll be muchly appreciated.

Open comment boxes are on all of my pages, and they are never published.

Construction Note, .. There are unfortunately no catch ups at the start of each book, (nor forwards to the next installment), and to make matters worse, the chapters run on concurrently from volume to volume.

Building Logic, .. in taking this private diary apart, it soon became apparent to the **noughty **mithering old bitch writing this wretched thing out: that I couldn’t put it all in one book, and it was very difficult to make the solitary diary into single all encompassing volumes: all standing proud in their own right. So little ol’ me has split the bloomin lot up for easy carrying. Makes your Kindle a little lighter.

On the plus side, they are in three formats to download.

So, .. with all the warnings catalogued and filed away, and competently noting all of the above facts to be true, hereafter accepted, as your acceptance of the aforementioned facts: then here goes, the links to the stories.

Volume 1: ( Day Break )

Volume 2: ( Chasing Dawn )

Volume 3: ( Dawn till Dusk )

Volume 4: ( Casting Shadows )


Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

** Translation:-

1. Noughty, .. a mental state that’s a little more severe than just sulky. If someone is noughty, then they are stressed and being stroppy..

2. Mithering, .. an absolutely brilliant word that describes a feeling of irritation or annoyance or being third party flustered. If someone calls you mithering, you are bothering them in some way.


Here ends this salubrious sensual page of diabolical dire warnings.


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