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My name is Daniel Morgan. I’m a tall guy, short blonde hair, blue eyes. I’m with my best friend Caroline, not ‘with’ with, but like, spending time together. We were going to see a movie. Instead we were hiding behind a truck, in the middle of the night, from a man made of stone. “I’m high,” I heard her say, “I’m high and this is some kind of bad trip.” I tried to turn my head to show her my nervous grin. I’d never rooted on the side of drugs before. “It’ll be okay, we just have to come up with a plan, or something,” I said, attempting to sound confident. &l

Simple souls are waiting to come back. But to do so now requires some tack. There is a way, but the information, there is a lack. Unless you know the story of Last Breath Issac. A man after your own heart, it seems. If only a victim knew of his dreams. He'd rip out that heart and eat it black. Just for a few more weeks, as Last Breath Issac. He'll do anything, just to get the heart. A deceitful fool, but yet one track smart. A cleaver he will take and down he will hack. Because he just likes being Last Breath Issac. And when you start screaming for your lord. You will find the reason he causes things so appalled. The beliefs of

Fa-E-ngland. Pre-face. I would like to start my piece with just a few facts. On Sunday, the 11th of October 2009, the Independent ran an article with the title; "The missing: Each year, 275,000 Britons disappear." The article is online, if you'd like to take a look, but I can sum it up in the following way. Every year, people go missing. An absurd, mind blowing amount just disappear. Some get found, yes, not always in the optimal of ways. But many are just gone. You've probably  seen films and documentaries and I'm pretty sure there's a T.V. show that was on a few years ago based on it. But look at that number, 275,000. Britons. That's