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Greetings, story-hungry-peeps!

 

If you appreciate art, you must have already read, liked, and shared and subscribed this interview that I did a couple of days ago. Well, that one was only half the story. The devil is in the details, the full story is in the behind-the-scenes. Excited much? Then grab that bag of popcorn, put your butt on the chair and start reading!

 

 

As I got down from the Hornet Taxi, suitcase in hand, I felt I need not intake air into my lungs, for the intake of sheer beauty and magnificence through my eyes was overwhelming. There it was, the much famed EN Reporters’ HQ right in front of me, the glass shining a brilliant blue, checkered with the metallic gloss of chrome and steel, standing a mighty 52 floors high, looking down upon the puny EN Forum, Chat, Events, and Help Site Moderators’ HQs, all 1 or 2 floors high each, all made of pale yellow whale teeth that never kissed a brush. And here I was, with the driver shouting for his fare, whom I ignored for a full 5 minutes with my lower-jaw melting on the hot asphalt of the road (and I’m pretty tall, so my jaw had to travel a really long way down) just for the dramatic effect.

 

“Damn, what a beauty!” I finally spoke.

 

“So ye nit gonna pay me, aye?”

 

“All right all right, here you go,” I said, seamlessly transferring a sum of 150 crystals via my smartphone. My bill was 69 crystals. The unusually generous tip immediately bought me a couple of thank-yous and overwhelming gratitude.

 

The EN Reporters’ HQ was, at first, a shabby hut with four bamboos in each corner, with all the archive papers wrapped around the bamboos to create a ‘wall’ to keep out curious eyes dying to know who won the contests. And then came along the [iNCREDIBLY NUBISH RANK]ary . Disgusted by the abject poverty the reporters dwelled in, he assigned a gargantuan budget to The Newspaper. How much? Well, skilled investigative reporter (among other things too) though I am, I couldn’t get my eyes on the exact figure.

 

However, according to a piece of paper that I later found in the archives, it was enough to buy the full garage, paints and modules and MUs and everything else you can think of that can be bought with crystals included (except items in the "Special" category), more than 50 times over.  1/5th of this sum was distributed among the reporters to keep the morale high. 3/5th was used to build the current HQ. Most of the rest was used to hire a firm, which had the job of designing an entirely new newspaper with entirely new business models. And thus was born the newspaper as you see it today.

 

Trivia:

Knowing the following information might present a risk to your worthless life, so step carefully, mult:

Whatever of the sum was left, needless to say, mysteriously disappeared. But I’m obviously not supposed to know that, and nor are you, dear naïve reader, so let’s pretend we don’t. I speak for your own good.

 

Anyway, the budget had obviously been well used. There it was, the much famed EN Reporters’ HQ right in fro…

 

 

Editor: You already described the place once.

 

Me: Yeah?

 

Editor: Yeah.

 

Me: Dang. But can I please describe it once more?

 

Editor: Nawp.

 

Me: Pleajh?

 

Editor: Nawp.

 

Me: Pleajh pleajh pleajh?

 

Editor: #G9^999tR9^999kt I\Iug!

 

 

The entrance was guarded by 4 identical (to my eyes at least) armed penguins in military clad suits and sunglasses and masks, holding some kind of double barreled guns. On asking them, I was told that those were (I quote) “Twins 5VXRGI6 Double Shock Semi-automated G7 barreled 4.20.69 caliber plasma X guns.” Genius though I am, I obviously understood nothing, except the fact that those were some dangerous toys.

 

The reception inside had 6 more of such penguins, but that was - obviously - not the first thing I noticed. The first thing that I did notice, was the lavish decoration. Ah, the beauty! The fountain was a welcome sight after melting under the grueling sun of Rio de Janeiro outside (yes, I had forgotten to tell you, this is all happening in Rio de Janeiro. I could scroll up and write that in one of those paragraphs, but, hey, I’m in AWC, right? We AWC molts ain’t doing such things). The walls were decorated with beautiful portraits of blue tanks, with ‘Thanks to @Night-Sisters for holding a gun to eragon’s head financing this exquisite piece of art’ inscribed at the bottom of each one. The floors were covered with expensive Persian carpets (or maybe Arabian, I don’t know, I’m not an expert on carpets or anything, I’m just a greenie from AWC). The reception table was made of marbl…

 

“How may I help you, sir?” the receptionist, a blonde woman of about 25, asked.

 

“Hello, well, I’m Magenta, Member of the AWC. I’m here to interview the guys…” I didn’t know what exactly to call the reporters. And, oh, yes, I wasn’t a Distinguished Member of the AWC at that time, but I’m now, so don’t think you can get away with not bowing in front of me just because I introduced myself as only a Member HALF A YEAR AGO.

 

“I’ll let Mr. Kav… I mean, Mr. Tweezers, know that you’re here, and he’ll be here shortly. Why don’t you take a seat while you wait?” Whoa, close shave. She almost told me Tweezers’ real name. Not that I already don’t know, of course, but if she had told me, I would have to quote her in this article, since I’m an honest amateur reporter who doesn’t mess with quotes. And then you would know Tweezers’ real name, and, oh boy, that would be messy.

 

“That won’t be necessary, Marge. I’m here.” Turning back, I saw it was Twee.

 

“Hey Mag, ‘sup boy?” he enquired, shaking my hands. Without waiting for a reply, he said, “Follow me, you don’t want to get lost in this building. Of the 52 floors, 50 floors are used only as archives. And the whole thing is one helluva maze. If you get lost, you’re certain to get eaten by some monster bugs that nest here. Legend is, the Illuminati HQ is right here, hidden somewhere in these archives, because nobody goes in the archives, you know, for fear of getting lost and being eaten by some monster spider. Don’t look so pale, with me as your guide, there won’t be a need to worry, boy.”

 

“Well, on which floor is the office?”

 

“We work in the top two floors, because the view is GREAT!”

 

“Surely we are going to go there straight via the elevator, right? So how could we possibly get lost?” I asked, putting my brilliant deductive skills to useful usage.

 

“Well, the elevator passage is under maintenance from floor 36 to 42, so we go to floor 36 in the elevator, then take the stairs to 42, then take the second elevator, which currently operates only between floor 42 and 52. Problem is, the elevator passage is in one corner of the building, and the stair case in another. And the stairs are scattered… what I mean is, each floor is connected to an adjacent floor via a different staircase. The staircase isn’t one whole connect straight up thing like the elevator passage. For example, after getting down from the elevator in floor 36, we’ll have to walk from the south-east corner of the floor to the north-east corner, where the staircase connecting floor 36 and floor 37 is. Then we go from the north-east corner in floor 37 to the south-west corner where the staircase connecting floor 37 to floor 38 is, and so on.”

 

“Whoa, why such weird stuff?”

 

“Only the architect knows,” he replied.

 

“Looks like he was a noob.”

 

“I know, right? He was mysteriously shot in his apartment after the construction of this building was completed. Shame we couldn’t sue the guy, so we wrote “NOOB” on his gravestone.”

 

“And who was this architect?”

 

After a long silence, Twee replied, “Adriel was his name. Famous mapmaker.”

 

Understanding that I was walking on dangerous territory, I fixed my eyes on the floor number display on the elevator, that was going ‘30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35…’ and within the blink of an eye, we were there in floor 36.

 

The door opened, and I almost fainted after what my senses told me what they had just met.

 

 

END OF PART 1

 

 

 

Welp, that's it for now, people. Part 2 will be here soon. Want it sooner? Leave a like and a comment to let me know that my work is loved and appreciated! It would be presumptuous of me to work faster otherwise, since working faster means that I think people care about my work, which may not be the case bye bye bye...

 

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Other writings by me:More interviews by me:

-An Expert's Extensive Guide On Onions And What To Do With Them-Personality Cut Down: Cutting Nives with Knives

-5 Magic Tricks You Can Perform In Tanki-Personalities of Yesterday: Night-Sisters

-The Paint Invasion - Strategy Room-Interrogating The Helpers: Reporters

-Mag's Journals: My Visit To The EN Reporters' HQs - Part 1-Interrogating The Helpers: Forum Moderators

-Part 2 - My Visit To The EN Reporters' HQs [Mag's Journals]-Interrogating The Helpers: Wiki Editors

-Dear Love

-Lost To The Snow (Published in the 78th Issue of The Newspaper)

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Such an edge-of-seat story.  :ph34r: Anyways, the writing looked good, so I didn't change anything. Let me know if I missed something. Looking forwards to reading the second part of this story.  :ph34r: 

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Hopefully no one notices that I was visiting adriel when he died :ph34r:

I had to jump through the window to escape the killer and might die for telling you guys this

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Couple of days ago is it now? RIP 15th October 2017 to 26th October 2018.

Quality stuff takes time to be created :ph34r:

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The higher the quality, the more correct the references should be :ph34r:

Why you peeps have to look at every detail of the article, even I don't do this torture to my own stuff... dang it.

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Why you peeps have to look at every detail of the article, even I don't do this torture to my own stuff... dang it.

But do  you do it to other people's articles?

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how to ask others to do your job and get away with it

Reporters have enough such tricks up their sleeves to make an entire article out of it.

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