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2013.09.29 11:11 NekoQT From Powder to power

This sub is for the FX TV series Snowfall. This is how crack began. Set in 1983 Los Angeles, the series revolves around the first crack epidemic and its impact on the culture of the city. The series follows the stories of several characters whose lives are doomed to intersect: 19-year-old drug dealer Franklin Saint, Mexican luchador Gustavo "El Oso" Zapata, CIA operative Teddy McDonald, and Luica Villanueva, the daughter of a Mexican crime boss.
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2017.04.10 21:39 md28usmc A series on FX

A series set against the infancy of the crack cocaine epidemic and its ultimate radical impact on the culture we know.
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2023.03.20 23:23 titritmoroccotours 6 days imperial cities of morocco tour

Day 1: Casablanca-Meknes-Volubilis-Fes
You will be met on arrival at Casablanca airport or at your hotel and then driven the short distance to Casablanca, Morocco's largest city and the modern, economic capital. here you'll be welcome to enter the impressive Hassan II Mosque, one of the largest in the world and one of only two in the country that allow access to non-Muslims. In the afternoon, you will travel west towards Fes, stopping off at Meknes and Volubilis. Meknes, surrounded by vineyards and rich arable land, is an important, historic, Imperial city of the Sultan Moulay Ismail of the 17th and 18th centuries. Here you can see the mausoleum of Moulay Ismail himself, the Bab Mansour gate with its beautiful zellij mosaics and marble pillars, and the Sahrij Soanni Bassin, a huge reservoir that supplies the city and the Imperial gardens. Next, are the nearby Roman ruins of Volubilis dating from the first century BC and you'll be able to walk through the Triumphal Arch and see many beautifully preserves mosaic floors depicting scenes from the Roman myths. Then onward to Fes, through fertile valleys in the foothills between the Rif and Atlas Mountain ranges. arriving in the early evening to check into your traditional riad in the heart of the ancient, medieval medina where you will stay in B&B overnight.
Day 2: Investigating Fantasic Fes
After a traditional breakfast in your riad, it will be time to explore the cultural capital of Morocco, the ancient medina (old city) of Fes, passing though its narrow, winding alleyways among the hustle and bustle, donkeys and horses, the exotic sights and smells of a working, medieval city; the largest urbanized pedestrian area in the world. Here you can see the delicious fresh fruit piled high, mountains of aromatic spices and intricate. You will visit the famous traditional tanneries and to the Al Qaraouine university which is the oldest in the world. In the afternoon, after a satisfying lunch in an authentic Moroccan restaurant in the heart of the medina, Your journey will continue with a visit of the Jewish quarter, the King's Palace, ceramic factory and the Merenid Tombs, perched on a hillside overlooking the medina and providing a breathtaking panoramic view of the old city. Then you will return to your riad home for the night.
Day 3: Fes - Middle Atlas Mountains - Sahara Desert
Following breakfast, it's off to Ifrane, a charming Alpine-styled, chalet filled town, nestling prettily in the mountains and known as the " Switzerland of Morocco", Catching tantalising glimpses of both the Middle and High Atlas mountains as you yourselves ascend into them, you'll next stop at Azrou, "The Rock" in the local Berber language, a lovely village in the heart of the magnificent cedar forests, the most extensive in the country. Here live the Barbary Apes, actually a type of macaque monkey, who may steal your lunch. As you get nearer to Merzouga, your destination for the night, you will see a gradual change in the landscape as the desert begins to creep in. On we go, through the mountain pass of Tizi Ntalghamt to Midelt and then through the verdant Ziz valley, carved by a river through volcanic rock. There will be plenty of stops for photo opportunities along the route. Passing through quaint Berber mountain villages and then the larger settlements of Erfoud and Rissani you will come to the village of Merzouga during the evening to spend the night in a Kasbah/hotel where dinner and breakfast are provided as well as delicious, hot, sweet, mint tea on your arrival. Very refreshing.
Day 4: A Camel Trek and a Night Camping in the Sahara
First, a sumptuous breakfast and then a chance to visit the village of Khamlia and interact with the Gnawa, the local people who are descended from slaves brought to Morocco from the Sudan. They have a unique lifestyle and they will play their delightful, traditional music for you. Later you'll get the chance to explore Rissani, the original home of the Alaouites who created a dynasty and are still the ruling royal family in Morocco to this day. Rissani is a walled town, or ksar, with numerous high towers and has a large open nomad market. Then you will be driven back to Merzouga, where your camel awaits! An experienced professional guide will take you on an unforgettable ninety minute camel trek through the shifting desert sands and ergs (dunes). After you arrive at your desert camp you will have the opportunity to watch a spectacular sunset over the glittering desert dunes. It's the wonder of camping in the desert tonight, where the stars are so numerous and so bright that you really feel that you could just reach out and touch them. Dinner and overnight in a berber camp.
Day 5: The Gorgeous Gorges of Todra - Ouarzazate
An early start, as you are awoken to experience the splendour of the sun rising over the sand dunes, then you will ride your camel gently back to a hotel for breakfast, during which ride, you cannot fail to notice the shifting and changing of the shadows cast by the dunes, lengthening and shrinking as the day progresses. After breakfast, the journey to Ouarzazate begins with a drive through the 300 metre deep canyon of the Todgha Gorges cut through the easternmost tip of theHigh Atlas Mountains where you can enjoy some hiking around the pretty village of Tinghir. The Tinghir and Todgha gorges are the highest and narrowest in Morocco and, some would say, the most beautiful. The next stop is "Rose City" the Berber town of Kelaat Mgouna, where every year, usually in mid-May (though the times may vary), at rose harvest time, there is a celebration of the Festival of Roses. This provides an opportunity for the local growers to meet up ans sell their wares, most notably rose water which will leave your clothes, body and bed linen smelling sweetly long after it is applied. After this you will travel on to the fertile oasis of Skoura, surrounded by huge groves of palm trees with stunning views of the mighty Atlas mountains. Finally, you'll finish your day with an evening arrival in Ouarzazate where you will enjoy your dinner and stay overnight in an hotel.
Day 6: Rose City - Kasbahs - Marvelous Marrakech
After a hearty breakfast explore the film sets and studios of Ouarzazate, "Africa's Hollywood" whose astonishing scenery and topography have lured some of the world's leading film-makers and directors to make use of the landscape. These are the most famous and largest film studios in all of the African continent. You may visit the studio museum where you can see props and other items of interest from films such as "Gladiator", "The Mummy" and "Indiana Jones" as well as parts of the popular TV series "Game of Thrones". Afterwards, you will visit Ait Ben Haddou Kasbah, the biggest in Morocco. Take a stroll to explore the traditional Moroccan architecture that composes the kasbah, home to the Glaoui people, descendants of one of the last great Berber chieftains, Et Hami El Glaoui who ruled in the 18th century. This central region of the country is vibrant and exciting and surely one of the most romantic areas of Morocco, huddled between fertile, green river valleys with their extensive palmeries and burnished red mud-brick houses, roasting under the blazing Moroccan sun in dazzling colours beneath an azure sky. Then it's time to continue on your journey, through the astounding Tizi n'tichka Pass, over two and a half kilometres above sea-level, along twisting, turning mountain roads dotted with picturesque Berber villages until you reach Marrakech. The tour ends when you are safely deposited at your hotel or riad.
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2023.03.20 23:20 WanderingD_BtwnStars 29[m4r] NY - If I could start again, a million miles away

Copying and pasting what I've posted before seems lazy but honestly, coming up with a different and more interesting way to present the same information about myself is just ridiculously hard. It's probably why I never hear back from interviewers.
Things I like, the lazy version: -White Album 2, the visual novel -House of Fata Morgana -Infinite Space, an old Nintendo DS game I've probably replayed over 10 times -SRPGs in general -Reading
-Writing -Fanfiction -Oregairu -Handball, although I haven't actively played in years -Fallen Hero Rebirth/Retribution -Keeper of the Sun and Moon/Day and Night/Life and Death -Light novels -Manga, although I haven't touched anime in over a year -Space -Singing badly
Random facts: -I've broken both hands back to back -I've dislocated my knee trying to jump over a bike to save a shot while playing handball -Learned the hard way that physical pain is easier to ignore and get over than emotional pain -Once had a resting heart rate so low that it would set off the hospital monitors by default. Trying to get back to that point right now. -I'm in the process of learning how to person again. -I'm apparently the type of person to make all or nothing decisions. If I'm being wishy washy about something that means I'm still undecided. -I'm also apparently the kind of person who gets burned once and well, let's just say that time does not heal all wounds. -I'm playing Baldr's Gate 3 now, but wouldn't mind getting back into FFXIV or modded Elden Ring Random things I think about, possibly controversial:
-Free will vs fate and how it's really all about control at the end of the day. The idea that the control of our lives is all in our hands vs the idea that the control of our lives is entirely out of our hands. Then I go down tangents like religion and willingly ceding control to some mysterious unseen figure as a form of ironically enough, asserting control. There's a difference between choosing to have no control vs being forced to have no control and people hate the latter. -The only meaning in life is whatever we make of it. Everything is meaningless until we ascribe whatever meaning there is to it. -Subjective truth. Thanks, The Things They Carried and high school creative writing.
Seeking a connection to person again
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2023.03.20 23:19 Crushingmas I want to gain a little muscle, but not too much

For context, I’m a 19 year old male 6ft3 and weigh 156lbs. I’ve always been kinda skinny but during the summer up until November I started noticing that my bad eating habits made me get somewhat flabby in my stomach and the areas below my chest and I was starting to even get a double chin. So I decided to lose some weight in order to lose that fat by doing hypertrophy training and eating a smaller healthier diet and since December I went from 178 lbs to about 156 lbs. I’ve noticed that my stomach has gotten flatter and my jawline is starting to get back to how it used to be, but there is still some extra fat I have. So I just want to lose this fat I have then gain a little muscle around my body so that I dont look too skinny. But I just want to be kinda skinny and have a bit more muscle instead of bulking up and getting “big” if that makes sense. I honestly think being muscular does not look good so I just want to be kinda skinny and lean. So after losing that fat I have, how should I eat in order to be like that?
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2023.03.20 23:18 doomcrazy_chaos ela 10 assignment

tilde school funding
Public Schools need to be funded to allow to have more resources available to students. The US has one of the highest graduation rates but has poor funding for Public schools. Most public schools are using 5-year-old text books that are out of date and are falling apart and missing pages. but they can’t be replaced because they are too expensive. I had a math text book that was 6 years old and was missing pages and it was the only math textbook I could use.
You may say that the schools just don’t want to upgrade the school. When covid-19 hit schools used the extra funding to renovate and add on to the schools. Allowing more kids and less cramped classrooms. Also, school were allowed to get better internet cables. As the school add on to the building it allowed the schools with broken or no ac to have working ac.
Public schools are using 12 to 10 old tower pcs that barely run. I had to use on of the tower it took 10 minutes to boot up. I had to move to another tower it took 5 minutes to start up but I was able to do iready. And with most school moving to more virtual environment. The slow loading and boot up times took time away from kid doing work it was a very big problem when you had limited time on the pc.
Also, kids are required to buy their own supply’s when they should already be supplied by the school. Being forced to buy note books, scratch paper, binders, and pencils. You may be spending 50 dollars on school supplies for your kid. or the teachers have to buy the supplies themselves.
To get the public schools funding we need to pressure tax payers and the government to fund the schools better. We can also end the corruption in the school board that misspend the funding for the school. These times we forget about things that are importation because we don’t like to look at the thing that are bad and we don’t want to think about the think we don’t like. So, in Conclusion schools need more funding to get up to date and intact textbooks and new laptop and towers so kids can be able to do work in an ever-changing environment. There us so much more to talk about for improving the schools but I hope you will help the kids get better education and get the us to the number one graduation rate
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2023.03.20 23:17 Heavy-Fruit7666 Hair transplant for 29 year old

As title states I'm looking to do hair transplant I did have chemotherapy done back in 2014 for testicular cancer stage 3. It's been about 9 years now in remission. Noticed over time now that my hair has started to lose the hairline badly as well as balding in the centeback top. I'm trying to see if anyone here knows of a any good hair transplant surgeons in the Las Vegas area or southern California don't mind making the 5 hour drive or the flight to get it done. No one in family has any histroy of balding and I'm guessing my cause of balding is due to the treatments I had when I was just 19/20 years old. If need any further info please let me know thanks for taking the time to read.
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2023.03.20 23:17 Safe-Palpitation-207 My mom wants me to move back in, after she kicked me out 2 to 3 years ago.

About 4 years around the year of 2019 a year after my sister's high school graduation, my family kept telling me I should move in with my mom, so I could have a more broadened life experience in the city things were going well until my mom moved into the house with her dad, and then moved back in the house she was renting a new person was renting the house but that person aloud my mom and I to live in the same house along with 6 other people including the person renting the house. I had done something I am not proud of I got mixed up in someone's relationship I tried to mend a relationship by telling the person renting the place that his girlfriend was planning to leave him, which promptly caused things to sour the relationship of the guy renting the house and the 4 remaining women in the house,my mom her new girlfriend, her daughter and I with three dogs and a cat had to flee the house after things deteriorated to point we had to live in a small hotel room for 5 months and then we all finally got a home to rent around the time of the hotel room and then the new rental home my mom made me takeout 230.00 out my paycheck each time I got paid then kept trying to push me into different living arrangements after she thought I was too old to live with her because of what her friends said and now she wants me back, I just don't get it and I don't know what to do I really hate conflict i have already moved back in with my dad at this time and I am afraid she'll hate me If I confront her on the reason she kicked me out in the first place and reluctance to move in back with her. Please someone help with this , what should I do I feel lost.
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2023.03.20 23:16 Jerry_217 [H] Lots of games: Back 4 blood, Pistol Whip, Talisman: complete collection, The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan & little hope, F1 2019 legend edition, Fable Anniversary [W] Gotham Knights, Hell let loose, spyro, F1 2020, slay the spires, Paypal, amazon, TF2 KEYS, wishlist, old humble bundles

If you traded with me before, you can chat with me directly. Or else, please comment first, then send me a message or chat, thank you.

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Back 4 blood (EU)
Batora: Lost Haven
Call of the Sea
Control Ultimate Edition
Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice
Praey for the Gods
Syberia - The World Before
Dusk
Talisman bundle (54 activation keys)
Fallout
Five Dates
Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel
Othercide
Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Enhanced Edition
ScourgeBringer
Shady Part of Me
Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales
Paint the Town Red
Per Aspera
Ship Graveyard Simulator
Beat Cop (GOG)
The Evil Within 2 (GOG)
Mom Hid My Game! (nintendo switch)

Recent Choice:

Feb 2023:
BIOMUTANT
Demon Turf
Edge Of Eternity
Golden Light
Hero's Hour
Jurassic World Evolution 2
Monster Crown
Rogue Lords

Jan 2023:
DOOM Eternal
OlliOlli World RAD EDITION
Tribes of Midgard
Encased
Grow: Song of the Evertree
Hokko Life
The Serpent Rogue
Conan Chop Chop

Dec 2022:
Backbone
Blade Assault
First Class Trouble
GreedFall
Super Magbot
TOEM
Wasteland 3
Where the Water Tastes Like Wine

List A: (trade for TF2 KEYS, CS GO items, or US amazon gift card)

List B: Mainly Wishlist games or TF2 KEYS, CS GO items, or US amazon gift card

A Plague Tale: Innocence
ABZU
AMID EVIL
Anuchard
Armello
Astronarch
Big Pharma
Boundless
Children of Morta: Complete Edition
Construction Simulator (2015) Deluxe Edition
Crusader Kings III
Cultist Simulator
DEATHLOOP
Depraved
Desperados III
Destroy All Humans
Dishonored
Distant Worlds Universe
Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen
Drake Hollow
Dungeons 2 - Complete Edition
Dusk
ENDLESS Space 2 Digital Deluxe Edition
Euro Truck Simulator 2
Fable Anniversary
Field of Glory: Empires
Forager
Full Metal Furies
Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy
GRID Ultimate Edition
Hedon Bloodrite
How to Sing to Open Your Heart
Injustice 2 Legendary Edition
IRIS and the Giant
Jack Move
Joggernauts
Just Cause 4 Complete Edition
Last Oasis
Late Shift
Mafia: Definitive Edition
Metro Exodus
Mini motor Racing EVO (delisted)
Monster Prom 2: Monster Camp
Moving Out
Nickelodeon All Star Brawl
Obduction
Offworld Trading Company
Outward The Soroboreans DLC + soundtrack (no base game)
Paint the Town Red
Pathfinder: Kingmaker - Royal Ascension DLC
Pathfinder: Kingmaker - The Wildcards DLC
Per Aspera
Planet zoo
Plebby Quest: The Crusades
Port Royale 3 Gold
Port Royale 4 - Extended Edition + Port Royale 4 - Buccaneers DLC
Project CARS
Project CARS 2
Propnight
Proteus
Quantum Break
Risen 2: Dark Waters, Sacred 2: Gold Edition, Saints Row 2, and Saints Row: The Third! (all 4 together in one key)
Rubber Bandits
Ryse: Son of Rome
Sakura Alien
Sakura Dungeon
Sakura - Forest Girls set
Sakura knight set
Sakura MMO set
Sakura succubus set
Sakura Swim Club
Sam & Max: Devil's Playhouse
Secret Neighbor: Hello Neighbor Multiplayer
Severed steel
Ship Graveyard Simulator
Sid Meier's Civilization VI : Platinum Edition
Sniper Elite 3
Sniper Elite 4
Spirit Hunter: NG
Starbound
State of Decay: Year-One Survival Edition (steam gift)
Strange Brigade
Sunset Overdrive
Super Star (delisted)
Superliminal
Surviving The Aftermath
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope
The Dungeon Of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet Of Chaos
The Gardens Between
The Long Dark
The Stanley Parable
The Witcher: Enhanced Edition (Gift)
This War of Mine: Complete Edition
Total War: Empire - Definitive Edition
Total War: Medieval II - Definitive Edition
Total War: Napoleon- Definitive Edition
Twilight Struggle
War for the Overworld
XCOM: Enemy Unknown Complete Edition
Yakuza Kiwami 2

List C

112 Operator
911 Operator
Aarklash: Legacy
Agent in Depth
Alchemist's Castle
Aliens vs. Predator Collection
_ + Aliens vs. Predator_
_ + Aliens vs Predator Swarm Map Pack_
_ + Aliens vs Predator: Bug Hunt Pack_
Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs + Amnesia: The Dark Descent
Among Us
Armello
Army Men RTS
Assault Android Cactus
Assault Suit Leynos
Backbone
Bartlow's Dread Machine
Battlecruisers
Beat Hazard 2
Behold the Kickmen
Between the Stars
Bezier
Bionic Commando
Blood And Zombies
Brawlout
Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons
Brütal Legend
[email protected]
Calico
Call of Juarez Gunslinger
Cats and the Other Lives
Cats in Time
Chicka Wars Chicken Meat
CivCity: Rome
Click and Slay
Concept Destruction
Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3?!
Corridor Z
Cosmic Express
Cosmonautica
Crayon Physics Deluxe
Cris Tales
CROSSBOW: Bloodnight
Crown Trick
Crying Suns
Dagon - The Eldritch Box DLC
Darksburg
Dead Age
Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
Death Squared
Detached: Non-VR Edition
Disciples: Liberation
Double Cross
Doughlings: Arcade
Doughlings: Invasion
Draw Slasher
Drawful 2
Driftland: The Magic Revival
Due Process
EarthX
El Hijo
Eldest Souls
Emily is Away <3
Epic Chef
Farmer's Dynasty
Farming Simulator 17
Firegirl: Hack 'n Splash Rescue
Fling to the Finish
Flynn: Son of Crimson
Forged Battalion
Fortissimo FA INTL Ver
Frick, Inc.
Full Throttle Remastered
Fun with Ragdolls: The Game
GameGuru Classic
Garfield Kart - Furious Racing
Ghost 1.0
Go Home Dinosaurs!
Going Under
Golf Gang
Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
Guns & Fishes
Guts and Glory
Hack 'n' Slash + Soundtrack (& Spacebase GIFT)
_ + Hack 'n' Slash_
_ + Hack 'n' Slash Soundtrack_
_ + Spacebase GIFT_
Halcyon 6: Lightspeed Edition
Harmony's Odyssey
Heart Fragment - Book Two: Belief Fragments (Shannon & Lana)
Helheim Hassle
Hellbound
Hello Neighbor
Hexologic
Hidden & Dangerous 2: Courage Under Fire
Hidden & Dangerous: Action Pack
Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
How to Sing to Open Your Heart
Hydrophobia: Prophecy
Hyper Gunsport
I’m not a Monster
In Sound Mind
INDUSTRIA
Internet Cafe Simulator
Interplanetary: Enhanced Edition
Into the Pit
Iris and the giant
Iron Danger
Izmir: An Independence Simulator
Joggernauts
JYDGE
Kerbal Space Program
Killsquad
Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning FATE Edition
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning_
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning Soundtrack_
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning - Fatesworn_
Knights of Pen and Paper +1
Labirinto 2
Last Word
Lawn Mowing Simulator
Legend of Keepers
Legion TD 2
LEGO Batman 2: DC Super Heroes
Leisure Suit Larry - Wet Dreams Don't Dry
Leisure Suit Larry - Wet Dreams Dry Twice
Let Them Come
Lighthouse Keeper
Little Orpheus
Lust for Darkness
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Maid of Sker
Mainlining
Mekabolt
Meow Express
MirrorMoon EP
Monaco
Monster Train
Monster Train: The Last Divinity
Moon Hunters
Moonlighter
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
Motorcycle Mechanic Simulator 2021
Mount & Blade: Warband
Moving Out
Murder by Numbers
Must Dash Amigos
My Time At Portia
N++
NecroWorm
Neon Abyss
NeuroVoider
Neverinth
Neverout
Nongunz: Doppelganger Edition
Non-Stop Raiders
Of Orcs And Men
Omno
One More Island
Orbital Racer
Out of Reach: Treasure Royale
Override
Overture
Papo & Yo
Paradise Lost
Partial Control
Pathfinders: Memories
Pathway
Pawnbarian
PAYDAY 2
Pilgrims
Pill Baby
Pixplode
Pixross
PLANET ALPHA
Planet TD
PlataGO!
Plebby Quest: The Crusades
Popup Dungeon
Post Void
PowerBeatsVR
Project Chemistry
Project Nimbus: Complete Edition
Propagation VR - Co-op
Proteus
Pumped BMX +
Quadrata
Radio Commander
Railroad Corporation
Railroad Tycoon 3
Raji: An Ancient Epic
Rebel Galaxy
Rebound Dodgeball Evolved
Remnants of Naezith
Resident Evil Revelations
Resident Evil Revelations 2
Ring of Pain
RIOT - Civil Unrest
Roarr! Jurassic Edition
Roboquest
Rogue Heroes: Ruins of Tasos
RPG Maker VX
Rustler
Rym 9000
Save Room - Organization Puzzle
Say No! More
SEUM: Speedrunners from Hell
Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun - Aiko's Choice
shapez - Puzzle DLC
Shing!
Shortest Trip to Earth
Sid Meier's Railroads!
Siege Survival: Gloria Victis
Skullgirls 2nd Encore
Slinger VR
Smile For Me
Sorcerer King: Rivals
Soul Searching
Soulblight
Soulflow
Space Crew: Legendary Edition
Spellcaster University
Spirit Hunter: Death Mark
Stacking
STAR WARS Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy
STAR WARS: Knights of the Old Republic
Starpoint Gemini Warlords
Stick Fight: The Game
stikir
Stirring Abyss
Strange Brigade
Strider
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Sunlight
Super Chicken Catchers
SUPERHOT
SUPERHOT: MIND CONTROL DELETE
Supraland
Surviving the Aftermath
Sword Legacy Omen
SYMMETRY
System Shock 2
System Shock: Enhanced Edition
Telefrag VR
The Amazing American Circus
The Beast Inside
The Deed II
The Golf Club 2019 Featuring PGA TOUR
The Inner World
The Next Penelope
The USB Stick Found in the Grass
This War of Mine: Complete Edition
Ticket to Ride
ToeJam & Earl: Back in the Groove
Tools Up!
Tooth and Tail
Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt
Traffic Jams
Train Station Renovation
Treasure Hunter Simulator
Turmoil
Underland: The Climb
UnMetal
Vanishing Realms
War for the Overworld
Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War
WARSAW
We Were Here Too
White Noise 2
Worms Rumble
WRC 7
WWE 2K BATTLEGROUNDS
XCOM 2
X-COM: Complete Pack
_ + X-COM: UFO Defense_
_ + X-COM: Apocalypse_
_ + X-COM: Enforcer_
_ + X-COM: Interceptor_
_ + X-COM: Terror from the Deep_
XEL
X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
+ X-Morph: Defense_
+ X-Morph: Defense - European Assault_
+ X-Morph: Defense - Survival Of The Fittest_
+ X-Morph: Defense - Last Bastion_
Yoku's Island Express
Zombie Driver HD Complete Edition
_ + Zombie Driver HD_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Apocalypse Pack_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Burning Garden of Slaughter_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Tropical Race Rage_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Brutal Car Skins_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Soundtrack_
ΔV: Rings of Saturn

Command & Conquer Remastered Collection (ORIGIN key)
DOOM 64 (Bethesda key)
Liberated (GOG key)
STAR WARS: Squadrons (Origin)
Wanderlust Travel Stories (GOG key)
Dishonored 2 (GOG)

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Wishlist:

Warhammer 40,000: Space Wolf special edition
Hell let loose
DOOM Eternal
Crusader kings 3
slay the spire
Spyro Reignited Trilogyc
deep rock galactic
Spiderman remaster
Uncharted
Persona 5 Royal
Rocket League
Poker night
poker night 2
NBA 2k16
NBA 2k17

Full WISHLIST

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2023.03.20 23:16 Jerry_217 [H] Lots of games: Back 4 blood, Pistol Whip, Talisman: complete collection, The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan & little hope, F1 2019 legend edition, Fable Anniversary [W] Gotham Knights, Hell let loose, spyro, F1 2020, slay the spires, Paypal, amazon, TF2 KEYS, wishlist, old humble bundles

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Added recently:

Back 4 blood (EU)
Batora: Lost Haven
Call of the Sea
Control Ultimate Edition
Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice
Praey for the Gods
Syberia - The World Before
Dusk
Talisman bundle (54 activation keys)
Fallout
Five Dates
Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel
Othercide
Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Enhanced Edition
ScourgeBringer
Shady Part of Me
Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales
Paint the Town Red
Per Aspera
Ship Graveyard Simulator
Beat Cop (GOG)
The Evil Within 2 (GOG)
Mom Hid My Game! (nintendo switch)

Recent Choice:

Feb 2023:
BIOMUTANT
Demon Turf
Edge Of Eternity
Golden Light
Hero's Hour
Jurassic World Evolution 2
Monster Crown
Rogue Lords

Jan 2023:
DOOM Eternal
OlliOlli World RAD EDITION
Tribes of Midgard
Encased
Grow: Song of the Evertree
Hokko Life
The Serpent Rogue
Conan Chop Chop

Dec 2022:
Backbone
Blade Assault
First Class Trouble
GreedFall
Super Magbot
TOEM
Wasteland 3
Where the Water Tastes Like Wine

List A: (trade for TF2 KEYS, CS GO items, or US amazon gift card)

List B: Mainly Wishlist games or TF2 KEYS, CS GO items, or US amazon gift card

A Plague Tale: Innocence
ABZU
AMID EVIL
Anuchard
Armello
Astronarch
Big Pharma
Boundless
Children of Morta: Complete Edition
Construction Simulator (2015) Deluxe Edition
Crusader Kings III
Cultist Simulator
DEATHLOOP
Depraved
Desperados III
Destroy All Humans
Dishonored
Distant Worlds Universe
Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen
Drake Hollow
Dungeons 2 - Complete Edition
Dusk
ENDLESS Space 2 Digital Deluxe Edition
Euro Truck Simulator 2
Fable Anniversary
Field of Glory: Empires
Forager
Full Metal Furies
Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy
GRID Ultimate Edition
Hedon Bloodrite
How to Sing to Open Your Heart
Injustice 2 Legendary Edition
IRIS and the Giant
Jack Move
Joggernauts
Just Cause 4 Complete Edition
Last Oasis
Late Shift
Mafia: Definitive Edition
Metro Exodus
Mini motor Racing EVO (delisted)
Monster Prom 2: Monster Camp
Moving Out
Nickelodeon All Star Brawl
Obduction
Offworld Trading Company
Outward The Soroboreans DLC + soundtrack (no base game)
Paint the Town Red
Pathfinder: Kingmaker - Royal Ascension DLC
Pathfinder: Kingmaker - The Wildcards DLC
Per Aspera
Planet zoo
Plebby Quest: The Crusades
Port Royale 3 Gold
Port Royale 4 - Extended Edition + Port Royale 4 - Buccaneers DLC
Project CARS
Project CARS 2
Propnight
Proteus
Quantum Break
Risen 2: Dark Waters, Sacred 2: Gold Edition, Saints Row 2, and Saints Row: The Third! (all 4 together in one key)
Rubber Bandits
Ryse: Son of Rome
Sakura Alien
Sakura Dungeon
Sakura - Forest Girls set
Sakura knight set
Sakura MMO set
Sakura succubus set
Sakura Swim Club
Sam & Max: Devil's Playhouse
Secret Neighbor: Hello Neighbor Multiplayer
Severed steel
Ship Graveyard Simulator
Sid Meier's Civilization VI : Platinum Edition
Sniper Elite 3
Sniper Elite 4
Spirit Hunter: NG
Starbound
State of Decay: Year-One Survival Edition (steam gift)
Strange Brigade
Sunset Overdrive
Super Star (delisted)
Superliminal
Surviving The Aftermath
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope
The Dungeon Of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet Of Chaos
The Gardens Between
The Long Dark
The Stanley Parable
The Witcher: Enhanced Edition (Gift)
This War of Mine: Complete Edition
Total War: Empire - Definitive Edition
Total War: Medieval II - Definitive Edition
Total War: Napoleon- Definitive Edition
Twilight Struggle
War for the Overworld
XCOM: Enemy Unknown Complete Edition
Yakuza Kiwami 2

List C

112 Operator
911 Operator
Aarklash: Legacy
Agent in Depth
Alchemist's Castle
Aliens vs. Predator Collection
_ + Aliens vs. Predator_
_ + Aliens vs Predator Swarm Map Pack_
_ + Aliens vs Predator: Bug Hunt Pack_
Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs + Amnesia: The Dark Descent
Among Us
Armello
Army Men RTS
Assault Android Cactus
Assault Suit Leynos
Backbone
Bartlow's Dread Machine
Battlecruisers
Beat Hazard 2
Behold the Kickmen
Between the Stars
Bezier
Bionic Commando
Blood And Zombies
Brawlout
Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons
Brütal Legend
[email protected]
Calico
Call of Juarez Gunslinger
Cats and the Other Lives
Cats in Time
Chicka Wars Chicken Meat
CivCity: Rome
Click and Slay
Concept Destruction
Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3?!
Corridor Z
Cosmic Express
Cosmonautica
Crayon Physics Deluxe
Cris Tales
CROSSBOW: Bloodnight
Crown Trick
Crying Suns
Dagon - The Eldritch Box DLC
Darksburg
Dead Age
Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
Death Squared
Detached: Non-VR Edition
Disciples: Liberation
Double Cross
Doughlings: Arcade
Doughlings: Invasion
Draw Slasher
Drawful 2
Driftland: The Magic Revival
Due Process
EarthX
El Hijo
Eldest Souls
Emily is Away <3
Epic Chef
Farmer's Dynasty
Farming Simulator 17
Firegirl: Hack 'n Splash Rescue
Fling to the Finish
Flynn: Son of Crimson
Forged Battalion
Fortissimo FA INTL Ver
Frick, Inc.
Full Throttle Remastered
Fun with Ragdolls: The Game
GameGuru Classic
Garfield Kart - Furious Racing
Ghost 1.0
Go Home Dinosaurs!
Going Under
Golf Gang
Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
Guns & Fishes
Guts and Glory
Hack 'n' Slash + Soundtrack (& Spacebase GIFT)
_ + Hack 'n' Slash_
_ + Hack 'n' Slash Soundtrack_
_ + Spacebase GIFT_
Halcyon 6: Lightspeed Edition
Harmony's Odyssey
Heart Fragment - Book Two: Belief Fragments (Shannon & Lana)
Helheim Hassle
Hellbound
Hello Neighbor
Hexologic
Hidden & Dangerous 2: Courage Under Fire
Hidden & Dangerous: Action Pack
Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
How to Sing to Open Your Heart
Hydrophobia: Prophecy
Hyper Gunsport
I’m not a Monster
In Sound Mind
INDUSTRIA
Internet Cafe Simulator
Interplanetary: Enhanced Edition
Into the Pit
Iris and the giant
Iron Danger
Izmir: An Independence Simulator
Joggernauts
JYDGE
Kerbal Space Program
Killsquad
Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning FATE Edition
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning_
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning Soundtrack_
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning - Fatesworn_
Knights of Pen and Paper +1
Labirinto 2
Last Word
Lawn Mowing Simulator
Legend of Keepers
Legion TD 2
LEGO Batman 2: DC Super Heroes
Leisure Suit Larry - Wet Dreams Don't Dry
Leisure Suit Larry - Wet Dreams Dry Twice
Let Them Come
Lighthouse Keeper
Little Orpheus
Lust for Darkness
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Maid of Sker
Mainlining
Mekabolt
Meow Express
MirrorMoon EP
Monaco
Monster Train
Monster Train: The Last Divinity
Moon Hunters
Moonlighter
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
Motorcycle Mechanic Simulator 2021
Mount & Blade: Warband
Moving Out
Murder by Numbers
Must Dash Amigos
My Time At Portia
N++
NecroWorm
Neon Abyss
NeuroVoider
Neverinth
Neverout
Nongunz: Doppelganger Edition
Non-Stop Raiders
Of Orcs And Men
Omno
One More Island
Orbital Racer
Out of Reach: Treasure Royale
Override
Overture
Papo & Yo
Paradise Lost
Partial Control
Pathfinders: Memories
Pathway
Pawnbarian
PAYDAY 2
Pilgrims
Pill Baby
Pixplode
Pixross
PLANET ALPHA
Planet TD
PlataGO!
Plebby Quest: The Crusades
Popup Dungeon
Post Void
PowerBeatsVR
Project Chemistry
Project Nimbus: Complete Edition
Propagation VR - Co-op
Proteus
Pumped BMX +
Quadrata
Radio Commander
Railroad Corporation
Railroad Tycoon 3
Raji: An Ancient Epic
Rebel Galaxy
Rebound Dodgeball Evolved
Remnants of Naezith
Resident Evil Revelations
Resident Evil Revelations 2
Ring of Pain
RIOT - Civil Unrest
Roarr! Jurassic Edition
Roboquest
Rogue Heroes: Ruins of Tasos
RPG Maker VX
Rustler
Rym 9000
Save Room - Organization Puzzle
Say No! More
SEUM: Speedrunners from Hell
Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun - Aiko's Choice
shapez - Puzzle DLC
Shing!
Shortest Trip to Earth
Sid Meier's Railroads!
Siege Survival: Gloria Victis
Skullgirls 2nd Encore
Slinger VR
Smile For Me
Sorcerer King: Rivals
Soul Searching
Soulblight
Soulflow
Space Crew: Legendary Edition
Spellcaster University
Spirit Hunter: Death Mark
Stacking
STAR WARS Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy
STAR WARS: Knights of the Old Republic
Starpoint Gemini Warlords
Stick Fight: The Game
stikir
Stirring Abyss
Strange Brigade
Strider
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Sunlight
Super Chicken Catchers
SUPERHOT
SUPERHOT: MIND CONTROL DELETE
Supraland
Surviving the Aftermath
Sword Legacy Omen
SYMMETRY
System Shock 2
System Shock: Enhanced Edition
Telefrag VR
The Amazing American Circus
The Beast Inside
The Deed II
The Golf Club 2019 Featuring PGA TOUR
The Inner World
The Next Penelope
The USB Stick Found in the Grass
This War of Mine: Complete Edition
Ticket to Ride
ToeJam & Earl: Back in the Groove
Tools Up!
Tooth and Tail
Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt
Traffic Jams
Train Station Renovation
Treasure Hunter Simulator
Turmoil
Underland: The Climb
UnMetal
Vanishing Realms
War for the Overworld
Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War
WARSAW
We Were Here Too
White Noise 2
Worms Rumble
WRC 7
WWE 2K BATTLEGROUNDS
XCOM 2
X-COM: Complete Pack
_ + X-COM: UFO Defense_
_ + X-COM: Apocalypse_
_ + X-COM: Enforcer_
_ + X-COM: Interceptor_
_ + X-COM: Terror from the Deep_
XEL
X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
+ X-Morph: Defense_
+ X-Morph: Defense - European Assault_
+ X-Morph: Defense - Survival Of The Fittest_
+ X-Morph: Defense - Last Bastion_
Yoku's Island Express
Zombie Driver HD Complete Edition
_ + Zombie Driver HD_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Apocalypse Pack_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Burning Garden of Slaughter_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Tropical Race Rage_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Brutal Car Skins_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Soundtrack_
ΔV: Rings of Saturn

Command & Conquer Remastered Collection (ORIGIN key)
DOOM 64 (Bethesda key)
Liberated (GOG key)
STAR WARS: Squadrons (Origin)
Wanderlust Travel Stories (GOG key)
Dishonored 2 (GOG)

#########################################################

Wishlist:

Warhammer 40,000: Space Wolf special edition
Hell let loose
DOOM Eternal
Crusader kings 3
slay the spire
Spyro Reignited Trilogyc
deep rock galactic
Spiderman remaster
Uncharted
Persona 5 Royal
Rocket League
Poker night
poker night 2
NBA 2k16
NBA 2k17

Full WISHLIST

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2023.03.20 23:16 Jerry_217 [H] Lots of games: Back 4 blood, Pistol Whip, Talisman: complete collection, The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan & little hope, F1 2019 legend edition, Fable Anniversary [W] Gotham Knights, Hell let loose, spyro, F1 2020, slay the spires, Paypal, amazon, TF2 KEYS, wishlist, old humble bundles

If you traded with me before, you can chat with me directly. Or else, please comment first, then send me a message or chat, thank you.

Region is NA

My REPs: 200+ successful trades, 0 dispute.

Added recently:

Back 4 blood (EU)
Batora: Lost Haven
Call of the Sea
Control Ultimate Edition
Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice
Praey for the Gods
Syberia - The World Before
Dusk
Talisman bundle (54 activation keys)
Fallout
Five Dates
Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel
Othercide
Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Enhanced Edition
ScourgeBringer
Shady Part of Me
Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales
Paint the Town Red
Per Aspera
Ship Graveyard Simulator
Beat Cop (GOG)
The Evil Within 2 (GOG)
Mom Hid My Game! (nintendo switch)

Recent Choice:

Feb 2023:
BIOMUTANT
Demon Turf
Edge Of Eternity
Golden Light
Hero's Hour
Jurassic World Evolution 2
Monster Crown
Rogue Lords

Jan 2023:
DOOM Eternal
OlliOlli World RAD EDITION
Tribes of Midgard
Encased
Grow: Song of the Evertree
Hokko Life
The Serpent Rogue
Conan Chop Chop

Dec 2022:
Backbone
Blade Assault
First Class Trouble
GreedFall
Super Magbot
TOEM
Wasteland 3
Where the Water Tastes Like Wine

List A: (trade for TF2 KEYS, CS GO items, or US amazon gift card)

List B: Mainly Wishlist games or TF2 KEYS, CS GO items, or US amazon gift card

A Plague Tale: Innocence
ABZU
AMID EVIL
Anuchard
Armello
Astronarch
Big Pharma
Boundless
Children of Morta: Complete Edition
Construction Simulator (2015) Deluxe Edition
Crusader Kings III
Cultist Simulator
DEATHLOOP
Depraved
Desperados III
Destroy All Humans
Dishonored
Distant Worlds Universe
Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen
Drake Hollow
Dungeons 2 - Complete Edition
Dusk
ENDLESS Space 2 Digital Deluxe Edition
Euro Truck Simulator 2
Fable Anniversary
Field of Glory: Empires
Forager
Full Metal Furies
Getting Over It with Bennett Foddy
GRID Ultimate Edition
Hedon Bloodrite
How to Sing to Open Your Heart
Injustice 2 Legendary Edition
IRIS and the Giant
Jack Move
Joggernauts
Just Cause 4 Complete Edition
Last Oasis
Late Shift
Mafia: Definitive Edition
Metro Exodus
Mini motor Racing EVO (delisted)
Monster Prom 2: Monster Camp
Moving Out
Nickelodeon All Star Brawl
Obduction
Offworld Trading Company
Outward The Soroboreans DLC + soundtrack (no base game)
Paint the Town Red
Pathfinder: Kingmaker - Royal Ascension DLC
Pathfinder: Kingmaker - The Wildcards DLC
Per Aspera
Planet zoo
Plebby Quest: The Crusades
Port Royale 3 Gold
Port Royale 4 - Extended Edition + Port Royale 4 - Buccaneers DLC
Project CARS
Project CARS 2
Propnight
Proteus
Quantum Break
Risen 2: Dark Waters, Sacred 2: Gold Edition, Saints Row 2, and Saints Row: The Third! (all 4 together in one key)
Rubber Bandits
Ryse: Son of Rome
Sakura Alien
Sakura Dungeon
Sakura - Forest Girls set
Sakura knight set
Sakura MMO set
Sakura succubus set
Sakura Swim Club
Sam & Max: Devil's Playhouse
Secret Neighbor: Hello Neighbor Multiplayer
Severed steel
Ship Graveyard Simulator
Sid Meier's Civilization VI : Platinum Edition
Sniper Elite 3
Sniper Elite 4
Spirit Hunter: NG
Starbound
State of Decay: Year-One Survival Edition (steam gift)
Strange Brigade
Sunset Overdrive
Super Star (delisted)
Superliminal
Surviving The Aftermath
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan
The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope
The Dungeon Of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet Of Chaos
The Gardens Between
The Long Dark
The Stanley Parable
The Witcher: Enhanced Edition (Gift)
This War of Mine: Complete Edition
Total War: Empire - Definitive Edition
Total War: Medieval II - Definitive Edition
Total War: Napoleon- Definitive Edition
Twilight Struggle
War for the Overworld
XCOM: Enemy Unknown Complete Edition
Yakuza Kiwami 2

List C

112 Operator
911 Operator
Aarklash: Legacy
Agent in Depth
Alchemist's Castle
Aliens vs. Predator Collection
_ + Aliens vs. Predator_
_ + Aliens vs Predator Swarm Map Pack_
_ + Aliens vs Predator: Bug Hunt Pack_
Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs + Amnesia: The Dark Descent
Among Us
Armello
Army Men RTS
Assault Android Cactus
Assault Suit Leynos
Backbone
Bartlow's Dread Machine
Battlecruisers
Beat Hazard 2
Behold the Kickmen
Between the Stars
Bezier
Bionic Commando
Blood And Zombies
Brawlout
Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons
Brütal Legend
[email protected]
Calico
Call of Juarez Gunslinger
Cats and the Other Lives
Cats in Time
Chicka Wars Chicken Meat
CivCity: Rome
Click and Slay
Concept Destruction
Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3?!
Corridor Z
Cosmic Express
Cosmonautica
Crayon Physics Deluxe
Cris Tales
CROSSBOW: Bloodnight
Crown Trick
Crying Suns
Dagon - The Eldritch Box DLC
Darksburg
Dead Age
Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
Death Squared
Detached: Non-VR Edition
Disciples: Liberation
Double Cross
Doughlings: Arcade
Doughlings: Invasion
Draw Slasher
Drawful 2
Driftland: The Magic Revival
Due Process
EarthX
El Hijo
Eldest Souls
Emily is Away <3
Epic Chef
Farmer's Dynasty
Farming Simulator 17
Firegirl: Hack 'n Splash Rescue
Fling to the Finish
Flynn: Son of Crimson
Forged Battalion
Fortissimo FA INTL Ver
Frick, Inc.
Full Throttle Remastered
Fun with Ragdolls: The Game
GameGuru Classic
Garfield Kart - Furious Racing
Ghost 1.0
Go Home Dinosaurs!
Going Under
Golf Gang
Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
Guns & Fishes
Guts and Glory
Hack 'n' Slash + Soundtrack (& Spacebase GIFT)
_ + Hack 'n' Slash_
_ + Hack 'n' Slash Soundtrack_
_ + Spacebase GIFT_
Halcyon 6: Lightspeed Edition
Harmony's Odyssey
Heart Fragment - Book Two: Belief Fragments (Shannon & Lana)
Helheim Hassle
Hellbound
Hello Neighbor
Hexologic
Hidden & Dangerous 2: Courage Under Fire
Hidden & Dangerous: Action Pack
Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
How to Sing to Open Your Heart
Hydrophobia: Prophecy
Hyper Gunsport
I’m not a Monster
In Sound Mind
INDUSTRIA
Internet Cafe Simulator
Interplanetary: Enhanced Edition
Into the Pit
Iris and the giant
Iron Danger
Izmir: An Independence Simulator
Joggernauts
JYDGE
Kerbal Space Program
Killsquad
Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning FATE Edition
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning_
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning Soundtrack_
_ + Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning - Fatesworn_
Knights of Pen and Paper +1
Labirinto 2
Last Word
Lawn Mowing Simulator
Legend of Keepers
Legion TD 2
LEGO Batman 2: DC Super Heroes
Leisure Suit Larry - Wet Dreams Don't Dry
Leisure Suit Larry - Wet Dreams Dry Twice
Let Them Come
Lighthouse Keeper
Little Orpheus
Lust for Darkness
Lust from Beyond: M Edition
Maid of Sker
Mainlining
Mekabolt
Meow Express
MirrorMoon EP
Monaco
Monster Train
Monster Train: The Last Divinity
Moon Hunters
Moonlighter
Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
Motorcycle Mechanic Simulator 2021
Mount & Blade: Warband
Moving Out
Murder by Numbers
Must Dash Amigos
My Time At Portia
N++
NecroWorm
Neon Abyss
NeuroVoider
Neverinth
Neverout
Nongunz: Doppelganger Edition
Non-Stop Raiders
Of Orcs And Men
Omno
One More Island
Orbital Racer
Out of Reach: Treasure Royale
Override
Overture
Papo & Yo
Paradise Lost
Partial Control
Pathfinders: Memories
Pathway
Pawnbarian
PAYDAY 2
Pilgrims
Pill Baby
Pixplode
Pixross
PLANET ALPHA
Planet TD
PlataGO!
Plebby Quest: The Crusades
Popup Dungeon
Post Void
PowerBeatsVR
Project Chemistry
Project Nimbus: Complete Edition
Propagation VR - Co-op
Proteus
Pumped BMX +
Quadrata
Radio Commander
Railroad Corporation
Railroad Tycoon 3
Raji: An Ancient Epic
Rebel Galaxy
Rebound Dodgeball Evolved
Remnants of Naezith
Resident Evil Revelations
Resident Evil Revelations 2
Ring of Pain
RIOT - Civil Unrest
Roarr! Jurassic Edition
Roboquest
Rogue Heroes: Ruins of Tasos
RPG Maker VX
Rustler
Rym 9000
Save Room - Organization Puzzle
Say No! More
SEUM: Speedrunners from Hell
Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun - Aiko's Choice
shapez - Puzzle DLC
Shing!
Shortest Trip to Earth
Sid Meier's Railroads!
Siege Survival: Gloria Victis
Skullgirls 2nd Encore
Slinger VR
Smile For Me
Sorcerer King: Rivals
Soul Searching
Soulblight
Soulflow
Space Crew: Legendary Edition
Spellcaster University
Spirit Hunter: Death Mark
Stacking
STAR WARS Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy
STAR WARS: Knights of the Old Republic
Starpoint Gemini Warlords
Stick Fight: The Game
stikir
Stirring Abyss
Strange Brigade
Strider
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Sunlight
Super Chicken Catchers
SUPERHOT
SUPERHOT: MIND CONTROL DELETE
Supraland
Surviving the Aftermath
Sword Legacy Omen
SYMMETRY
System Shock 2
System Shock: Enhanced Edition
Telefrag VR
The Amazing American Circus
The Beast Inside
The Deed II
The Golf Club 2019 Featuring PGA TOUR
The Inner World
The Next Penelope
The USB Stick Found in the Grass
This War of Mine: Complete Edition
Ticket to Ride
ToeJam & Earl: Back in the Groove
Tools Up!
Tooth and Tail
Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt
Traffic Jams
Train Station Renovation
Treasure Hunter Simulator
Turmoil
Underland: The Climb
UnMetal
Vanishing Realms
War for the Overworld
Warhammer 40,000: Gladius - Relics of War
WARSAW
We Were Here Too
White Noise 2
Worms Rumble
WRC 7
WWE 2K BATTLEGROUNDS
XCOM 2
X-COM: Complete Pack
_ + X-COM: UFO Defense_
_ + X-COM: Apocalypse_
_ + X-COM: Enforcer_
_ + X-COM: Interceptor_
_ + X-COM: Terror from the Deep_
XEL
X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
+ X-Morph: Defense_
+ X-Morph: Defense - European Assault_
+ X-Morph: Defense - Survival Of The Fittest_
+ X-Morph: Defense - Last Bastion_
Yoku's Island Express
Zombie Driver HD Complete Edition
_ + Zombie Driver HD_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Apocalypse Pack_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Burning Garden of Slaughter_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Tropical Race Rage_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Brutal Car Skins_
_ + Zombie Driver HD Soundtrack_
ΔV: Rings of Saturn

Command & Conquer Remastered Collection (ORIGIN key)
DOOM 64 (Bethesda key)
Liberated (GOG key)
STAR WARS: Squadrons (Origin)
Wanderlust Travel Stories (GOG key)
Dishonored 2 (GOG)

#########################################################

Wishlist:

Warhammer 40,000: Space Wolf special edition
Hell let loose
DOOM Eternal
Crusader kings 3
slay the spire
Spyro Reignited Trilogyc
deep rock galactic
Spiderman remaster
Uncharted
Persona 5 Royal
Rocket League
Poker night
poker night 2
NBA 2k16
NBA 2k17

Full WISHLIST

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2023.03.20 23:14 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:14 Outermam Yeah I agree, who would want 100K a week as a 19 year old? Definitely not me.

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2023.03.20 23:14 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:13 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:13 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:12 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:12 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:12 Great-Delivery967 [US] Just Left Court. Custody Finalized.

I just want to share my experience.
My Ex moved out July 2022. We were together 7 years and have 2 children. It has been hell. I have had the kids 80% of the time. Buy them everything they need. And do all the day to day care. She has manipulated, threatened, and taken the children many times. If I didn't play by her rules, she would threaten to take the kids.
January, I basically told her that I'm done with her shit. And I will be filing for custody. She responded by falsely accusing me of sexually assaulting our 2-year-old daughter. Called CPS, the whole thing. Took the children from my care with the police.
I hired a lawyer. I was told, in my state she has done nothing to lose custody. It would be 50/50. So, I had her over, told her to make a plan or I'll file what I think is best and she can reply to the courts if she doesn't agree. We made a rough verbal agreement and I sent to my lawyer.
I caught her on a good day, and she went and signed it with my lawyer. That was the end of January. Courts were backed up and it took 2 months to get to our Default Hearing. These last two months have been very difficult. She used the agreement to manipulate me nearly on a daily basis. Trying to get money, a ride, getting taken out to eat, etc. Well, today came and we had court. She agreed to everything at the hearing and I couldn't be more relieved.
It's over. And she has proven she only wants the kids around 20% of the time. So I foresee her not following the order (to my favor) very soon. Custody battles suck. I didn't want accusations and months/years of fighting and expenses to end up with a 50/50 agreement anyway.
Although my ex is a Narcissist and abused me for 7 years straight, this helped me respect her much more.
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2023.03.20 23:12 drencentheshds I am so frustrated with my relationship with my mother

My mother and I have had a very rough relationship for most of my life. When I was around 10 or so, she started drinking a lot and she quit her job that she had for over 10 years. Because I was the oldest child, that meant a lot of the responsibilities came to me with my younger siblings (there are 4 of them, 2 of them were literaly toddlers/babies). She had many spouts of working small jobs, which meant I'd have to babysit on the days we were over there (my parents are separated and myself and 2 other siblings would go to my dad's for half the week, the other two have different fathers). But then even when she wasn't working, her drinking got worse, and I'd still have to babysit. This went on until I was about 14, and CPS got involved and took us all from her. I'm 24 now, almost 25, and things have improved between my mother and I, but not much. She was barely around during my teen years. She had no place for me to stay when my dad and stepmother packed my things and kicked me out a month after graduating high-school, because of course, she was still drinking constantly.
Since then she doesn't drink as much now, so she is easier to have a relationship with. But she also expects me to just fully forgive her and trust her after all of those years I lost taking care of her children, going through my teen years with no support, and having to find other family to live with when I got kicked out at 18 with no driver's license or job. As I'm getting older, I'm realizing that not only is my mother an alcoholic, but she is a narcissist. And the more I'm learning about who she is, the more I realize, maybe I don't want a relationship with her at all. It's crazy because this is all I wanted when I was 15, 16, 17. I just wanted my mom like everyone else had theirs.
But some things have happened recently that have caused me to maybe think about cutting contact. I'll try to explain it without dragging it on too long, so I'm sorry if I fail at doing so:
About a month ago, I told her a movie was being re-released and I was really excited. We both really enjoy this movie, so she said we will have to make a plan to go see it. Well about 2 weeks ago, I visited 2 of my sisters, and they told me they went and saw the movie. All of them, with our mother, as a whole family (minus one siblings who lives in another state). But no one invited me. I was hurt by this, but not too badly, but I did decide to confront my mother about it, since I was the one who suggested we go in the first place.She immediately pushed all blame onto me and said she didn't invite me to come along because I'm "always busy." So you can't send a fucking text? How hard is that? Am I crazy for thinking that is out of line to ask my mom to at least try to invite me? If I was busy then oh well, but she could've at least tried.
So anyways she said that her and I could just go. I told her I didn't really want to and I wasn't feeling like it, because it really would've been fun to experience it with the whole family, and not just taking me because I was an afterthought. She gets mad and says that if I wanted to go so bad that I should've made plans well before they went. So once again, it's my fault that I wasn't invited, because I shouldve made the plan first??? She can't just apologize and say she should've just sent a quick text. Since that happened, I've been more distant because her reaction hurt my feelings, and I'm dealing with a lot of other stuff mentally. My mom has a tendency to text me literally every day sometimes (when she doesn't go back to her old ways and go on a drinking bender). I don't text anyone every day, and keeping up with the constant communication is very exhausting to me.
So a week has past since the movie debacle, and we're on to last Monday now. She texted me asking how I'm doing at around noon. I was very busy with work until around 4:30, and spent time decompressing and wasn't on my phone. Then at 6 pm, I get a knock on my apartment door. It's my mother. And she stopped by to make sure I was okay because I didn't answer at noon. Let me repeat that. My mother was so "worried" about her adult, nearly 25 year old daughter, not answering her for 6 hours. 6 hours!!! Not even a whole fucking day! And she knows I work. She knew I was busy that day.
So I get a bit defensive and she immediately gets mad and says I should appreciate that she cares about me enough to take the time to come to my house and check up on me. I simply tell her that I am an adult, and that I should be allowed not to text her every single day. I tried setting a boundary and saying that it is stressful for me to have to keep up with the constant communication. She literally just walked away while I was in the middle of a sentence and hasn't spoken to me since.
So here's one last bit of info. One of my sisters ended up being put into my grandparents care during the CPS stuff, and has stayed with them since. She lives in another state with them, so we don't get to see her very often. I have some past issues with my grandparents, my grandfather especially. Without getting into details, he made me very uncomfortable a few years ago while they were living in the same state as me. They were who I went to live with when I was kicked out of my dad's. I told my grandmother what he did to make me uncomfortable and she ignored me and chose not to believe me. I worry about my sister and have tried to get her taken out of their care in case my grandfather tries to be weird with her, but my hands are tied unfortunately.
So fast forward to this most recent weekend. I get a text from my grandmother saying they are in town, and they'd love to go to dinner. I made en excuse as to why I couldn't, because I have no interest in being in the same room as my grandparents, but of course I'd love to see my sister. They are here until next Saturday, so I still have time. But I didn't even know my sister would be in the state, because my mom failed to tell me.
So I texted one of my other sisters today to ask if they've seen her with our mom yet, or if there was a plan to. She replied "we all saw her yesterday and will probably see her again before she goes." I just started sobbing.
So my mom is so angry with me over me setting a boundary and asking for space last week when she showed up to my place, that she A) could not even give me a heads up my sister would be here and B) won't even tell me when they're seeing her so I don't have to put myself in an uncomfortable position by having to see my grandparents. She knows what my grandpa did and that I don't want a relationship with him or my grandmother. I don't even know if this is the right place for this post, but I am just so hurt and baffled. How can my mom not see that this all could've been avoided if she hadn't blamed me for her not inviting me to the movie, and then if she hadn't gotten so angry with me for setting what I believe to be a pretty normal boundary for an adult?
Any advice or kind words would be appreciated. I am super sad that this is happening. I think it may be time to cut off contact with her. I know it may seem so dramatic for me to end my relationship with her, but it's a long time coming. She always disrespects me and when I stand up for myself, she never apologizes and instead finds a way to make it my fault. I'm so tired of sitting here wondering why I deserve to be left out, especially when my siblings are alive and well mainly because of my raising them all those years, when I should've been allowed to be a kid and have fun. She treats the other kids so different than she treats me, and it hurts. I'm so tired of being my mothers punching bag. And I am more than tired of being punished by trying to live a normal and peaceful life after such a traumatic childhood. But then if she can't bully me, she starts texting the other 2 that are the next oldest when she's drunk, and I don't want that for them. They shouldn't have to deal with what I did. I want to protect them, but I also know with my mental health being as bad as it is, that I cannot carry the weight of my mother and all that comes with her forever. I'm just very lost and sad. Thank you to all who reads this and to anyone who may comment. I really appreciate anyone who takes the time to let me vent about this.
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2023.03.20 23:11 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:11 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:11 Erutious The Honeyed Lies of Jameison March


When Jamison March, owner of March Mortuaries, put a sign out in front of his business saying that he would be selling honey, people thought it must be a joke.
What kind of mortician would sell honey? Would he sell it next to the caskets in his showroom? Would he offer it graveside at the cemetery? No one knew, but there was much speculation about that little sign.
Those who asked Jamison were in for quite a treat. Jamison told them that he would be selling his honey right here at the mortuary and even gave them a sample so they might tell their friends. What they sampled was supposedly the best honey any of them had ever eaten. They went on and on about the texture and the taste and the strange, exotic flavors within the honey. They said how they couldn't wait for Jamison to sell his honey, and they would be buying as much as they could on the opening day.
Others began to question where he was keeping his bees? They saw no beehives on his property, a two-bedroom apartment above the mortuary. They saw no hives on the mortuary property at all, in fact. They saw no hives in the cemetery or near the crematorium, but still, the honey came.
On the third of March, the first jar of that miraculous concoction appeared in the front room of Jamison's Mortuary. The mortuary was crowded for the next several days, and by Friday, not a jar was left to be purchased. Again, people praised the texture in the taste, as well as the myriad flavors that one would find within that jar. One of the buyers, Burt Lancaster, owned a large honey operation of his own. It is said that when he tasted Jamison honey, he proclaimed that no bee in his field had ever produced anything so sweet. Some would tell you that he burned his beehives that very afternoon, but that's a little more than town gossip.
For that summer back in 1986, no one could get enough of Jamison's honey.
They say Hellen Price used that honey to defeat her arrival, Linda Moore, in that summer's Fourth of July dessert bake-off.
They say Bert Cavill put that honey in his mead and could not make enough of it to satiate the local drunks.
They say Mary Sanders was taken to the hospital over at Oakley when she ate ten jars in a day and was reaching for an eleventh when her stomach ruptured.
But, again, that's all town gossip.
What is fact was the discovery made by Randall Smith, a local tabloid writer, in the fall of eighty-six.
Randall had a reputation for being less of a journalist and more of a mudslinger. If there was a nasty rumor started, Randall could usually be traced back to it. He had grown pretty tired of hearing about Jamison and his amazing honey. Randall was of the opinion that if something was too good to be true, then it likely was. He thought Jamison's honey must have some sort of secret ingredient that got people addicted to it. Maybe it was even a cover for some kind of dope operation that Jamison was running out of the mortuary or the cemetery. Whatever the case, Randall could smell the story, and it would be sweeter than any nectar the old mortician could produce.
So one night, as the moon hung full over Pleasant Rest Cemetery, Randall and his friends, Rooster Mallory and Charles Drainer, took a trip out to the cemetery to have a look around. Someone had reported earlier that week that they had seen some larger-than-normal bees around the cemetery grounds and speculated that these may be the source of Jamison's honey. It was the only lead that Randall had and seemed as good a lead as any. So after a couple of drinks at the Legion hall, the three men piled into Rooster's old Chevy and headed down to do some late-night snooping.
Randall still tells anyone who will listen how the graveyard was as silent as its namesake. The gate was locked, sporting a brand new Academy Security Lock, one of the big, thick gold ones that graced the sheds and fences of discerning security buffs in town. So, the three men had to find a different way in. This was strange since the cemetery had never been locked before. Jamison had always let people come and go as they please, but just recently, the old man has gotten a little cagey about many things. For one, the cemetery was now locked after nightfall. For another, no one was allowed in the basement of the mortuary, not even the man who came to deliver the bodies from the families. For third, no one but his two sons were allowed to work in the mortuary anymore, and both of them were under pain of death should they reveal the secret of Jamison's honey.
The three men had walked around the cemetery fence before they found a spot where the last windstorm had knocked down a thick old pine. It lay on the sharp points around the top, creating a rude bridge over the wall. None of them being particularly spry, they had them all carefully shimmied up the fallen tree and then dropped down into the cemetery, careful not to get stuck on the spikes. They all felt a chill as they stood in the quiet boneyard, and Randall claims that Rooster looked ready to brave the spikes if it meant being out of there.
The wind rattled the skeletal trees on the grounds, and the little flags that had been stuck on some of the graves for Labor Day snapped mischievously and startled them more than once. They had brought flashlights, but the big old traitors' moon that looked down on them was more than enough to keep them from tripping into an open grave or smashing their shins on an ill-placed tombstone. The quiet cemetery was enough to sober even the bravest of them, and it was probably why they heard the shovels before they saw the men.
Crouching behind a particularly large family headstone, Randal saw two men digging in a fresh grave. They were exhuming a body by the light of that pregnant moon, and Randall knew whose it was to boot. He had been to the widow Hadley's funeral that day, and it appeared that whoever these men were, they were taking her from her freshly dug plot. As they watched, the corpse flopped to the surface unceremoniously, followed by March's sons, Hannibal and Gavin. Hannibal hefted the body, leaving his younger brother to fill in the hole as he took it deeper into the cemetery. Gavin went to his work and bent as he was; he didn't notice the three men as they snuck around him and followed his older brother. Hannibal had been a football player, a linebacker for the local high school team in his day. He toted the frail old woman as easily as someone might a sack of grain. As they followed him, the three men weren't sure what they expected to find, but Randall was certain it would be something that would add a macabre twinge to the story he was working on.
They followed Hannibal as he came to a newly built mausoleum, the name across the door reading March. He unlocked the door and unceremoniously tossed the old woman into the crypt. The men hunkered low behind a pair of tombstones, but they needn't have bothered. Hannibal was a big boy, but his night eyes left something to be desired. He no more saw them than he did the place marker that he nearly tripped over on the way back to his brother, and as he stomped off into the cemetery, the three men approached the crypt.
The mortuary was a nice new one. Sunk into the ground a little to protect any caskets placed down there, it would have looked more at home in New Orleans than this Georgia backwater town. To the knowledge of anyone in town, the Marches did not have a family crypt until very recently. The only March buried there would be Jamison's wife since his mother and father were buried up in Macon at their own family plot. Hannibal may not have been the smartest March in town, but it appeared he was smart enough to lock up behind himself. Another one of those big, thick locks that had been found on the front gate greeted them, and the three men were forced to prowl around the mausoleum to see what they could find.
It was Charles who found the little vent in the mausoleum, but it was Randall who saw the horrors that lay inside.
Randall and Rooster had been looking for a window or perhaps another entrance when Charles had come hoofing it back to them to say that he had found a little vent that opened into the crypt. Randall asked him to show them where it was, and the three men found a little opening big enough for a large child to fit inside. Charles and Rooster were pulp wooders and much too big to squeeze into holes. However, Randall had made a career of squeezing into places he was not wanted.
Opting to stick his head in to get a better look, Randall had his friend hold his legs while he shimmied into the vent. Charles and Rooster slid him in as far as they could, and they said his flashlight could be seen through the slats at the top of the mausoleum.
When Randall started screaming and yelling for them to pull him out, it sounded like the devil himself had gotten a hold of him.
When they pulled him out, they said he was white as a sheet and said they had to tell the sheriff immediately.
Whether the brothers were gone when they made their escape or not, they missed them entirely as they beat a retreat back to town.
The sheriff took some convincing to get him out of bed, but when Randall told him what he had seen down in the crypt, he came with three other men and the biggest set of bolt cutters they could find at the station.
Jamison's sons were leaving when the sheriff and his boys pulled up, so they didn't end up needing the bolt cutters after all.
When he laid it out to the two young men that they could either cooperate or sit in the same prison cell that their father was about to occupy, they decided it might be in their best interest to show him what they'd been doing.
When the sheriff asked the boys if they would need suits, the two shook their heads. "The bees are mostly docile," Hannibal told them, and, sure enough, when they cracked the door, not a one came charging out. They descended into the ground, and by the light of the sheriff's flashlight, they saw the horrors below. The bees swarmed the small pile of corpses, taking whatever they used to make the honey back to the hives. The hives covered the walls of the crypt, making a sticky webwork of combs. The corpses down below were fresh, most of them having died very recently, and the bees were taking to them with gusto. The brothers said they came down once or twice a week to harvest the honey and that the vulture bees were taking to the warm Georgia summers quite nicely.
When the sheriff interrogated them, both said this had been their father's idea. He had read about the vulture bees and thought they sounded like an interesting idea. Then when their mother died, he did a little experiment. He had put her in the mortuary basement and procured some vulture bees of his own. The boys had been horrified when he showed them what he'd been up to, but even they had to admit, the honey had been the sweetest they had ever eaten. Something about the readily available nature of the local pollen, mixed with the bee's instinct to collect whatever they got from the corpses, had made for a potent and delicious treat.
"She was the catalyst for all this," Hannibal had said, "those first few jars he handed out to the people for tasting were honey made from mom's body."
He began to cry then, but the sheriff had all the evidence that he needed to proceed.
He arrested Jamison March that very night, but there seemed to be some confusion on what to charge him with. Couldn't really get him for murder because he hadn't killed anybody. Couldn't really get him for fraud because he buried those bodies just like he said he would. In the end, they got him on simple corpse desecration and misdemeanor fraud for not telling the families what he intended to do with the bodies.
He got less than five years in prison, and I hear that the warden let him keep the beehives in the prison garden.
Seems like his talents didn't go to waste even behind bars.
He left town when his time was served, he and his boys. The funeral home has been empty ever since. The police found the beginnings of his beekeeping in the basement. That, and a secondary hive with a swarm of angry vulture bees. Jamieson tried to sell the mortuary, but nobody seemed to want the place with that sort of reputation. It collapsed under a late February snow back in two thousand twelve, and they destroyed the mortuary they found all those bodies in about a year after Jamison went to prison.
And that's the sorted tale of Jamison March, and his bees.
I have no idea what they did with those bees after they turned them out of the March Mausoleum, they likely just turned them loose into an environment that was alien to them.
So, if you should be traveling through the Georgia back roads and see some larger-than-average bees or taste sweeter than average honey, be very suspicious about its origins.
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2023.03.20 23:10 bad_momo Can I sue the original creditor?

In 2010, I had a default judgment taken against me for breach of contract. With interest, 10 years later, the debt in question for the alleged breach of contract is around $20,000. However, I was never served, so I was unable to defend myself in court. Had I been able to do so, I would have pointed out a fatal flaw in the contract - I was only 19 when I signed this contract, and it explicitly states that I needed someone to co-sign if I was under the age of 21, which did not happen. When I brought this to the attention of the original creditors attorney, they stated that they were going to cease collection activities until further notice and the case with them has been deactivated, however the judgment will still continue to accrue interest until 2030 when it expires. I'm in virginia, for reference. Can I sue the original creditor for 13 years of debt collection attempts on a contract that was not valid? Any help is greatly appreciated, as this judgment is going to be held over my head until 2030 and I wouldn't be surprised if they tried to renew it. I've been told I can do nothing about the judgment without settling, because I only have up to 180 days after the judgment is decided to dispute it. It's now way past that point obviously and I can no longer dispute the judgment, it is set in stone. However, I'm wondering if counter suing is an option. The attorneys on behalf of the creditor seemed very shaken when I pointed that contractual flaw out to them. This is a debt for a contract with a school, not medical, not credit card, nothing like that. They simply stated that I owed the full tuition even though I left, because there was rampant drug use which I have no proof of. But it was an unhealthy environment and I had to leave for my safety. Any evidence of that would be long gone by now since so much time has passed. But regardless, the contract I signed, I would assume is non-binding being that I did not have a cosigner and I was not old enough to sign it without one. Does anyone have any advice for me?
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