The Story Of Swordy & Sheild Explained Part 2 - What is an AdventureQuest?

This video describes ADVENTUREQUEST #1, and what that means to us.

V2k: "yo swordy"

swordy: what?

v2k: "do you trust us?"

swordy: trust who?

v2k: "do you have any idea"... "no!"

v2k: "how does he... hear still?"

swordy: do you have ANY IDEA how difficult it is to be able to do what it is I enjoyed as my 'NIGHTSHIFT?'

swordy: does anyone even care?

swordy: clearly, there are more than one of you, all differing in opinion, some of you are my family, some of you are my former friends, some of you may still be a friend of mine, I notice everything being done to my body.

I was never able to HEAR any of what has been happening, I've only been able to feel it, as time went on, clearly, I have BEEN ALLOWED TO BE ABLE TO 'SENSE' something, it doesn't matter if it's in this apartment, or outside, so having me leave this 'castle' (for some reason my mother is aware of some of my terminology, in fact, pretty much my entire family, besides myself, is IN on WHATEVER IS BEING DONE) I have never once been informed officially of anything, and I have been wrongfully persecuted for things, that I feel at this point I should've been able to know about, as to what and why I AM BEING TARGETED AND INVESTIGATED.

This has been going on, long before Q, was involved, and only got more intense as time went on.

This entire movement, obviously, is not some quantum virtual world for me to be in rehab, to get both SHEILD and I off of drugs.

If you, ANY OF YOU, think that is what WE wanted to do, you're sadly mistaken.

Both of us, were on the same page, liked the same things, fought for the same reasons.

Who's idea was it to involve possibly, my ex-girlfriend, my past female friends, my past male friends, my cousin, my former step-sister, pretty much any and all voices of concern from my past, minus a few that probably wished they weren't involved?

This is not some movie SHEILD is making.

That may be the case from your perspective, but simply isn't true.

In fact, her only involvement, officially, was to have me help her with her art projects. That's it.

Clearly, we have feelings for each other. YES, she did ask me to marry her, even though from the perspective MAYBE you all had, she wasn't really that tipsy, nor was I. She was serious. I am too.

The funny part is, since October of last year, Adventure Quest #1, which originally was a traumatic experience for everyone involved, seemed like just a punishment that got out of hand, that turned into an excuse to forgive those involved for making me, cry my eyes out in the street over lies that were utilized to scare me for, staying up too many days? No

At first, I was told, my mother was stealing my semen from the garbage, and selling it, to who, I still don't know.
Then I was told that my brother was also involved.
Then I was told that the police were coming to arrest them, and I had to leave.
I walked, and walked, and walked, in communication with, what seemed like, my father, someone impersonating SHEILD, (or really her), and some others, and someone either impersonating or, and AI voice-replication of POTUS.
It got to a point where they were disclosing things to me like, why my former step-sister is living upstairs??? Why SHEILD was assigned to me, why my father was involved?

As the day went forward I was informed that Mom had committed suicide, and her spirit actually came to me, smelling like White Diamonds, (her favorite perfume), and told me everything was going to be ok.
My brother was supposedly in jail, and at some point was talking to, "some wingnut."

I sat at that bus stop and wept.

For hours on & off, I would just break out into tears, because I believed them, then I heard former step-sister's voice, then I heard some of my friends, they were marvelling at the 'medlab' which at this point seems like a quantum entangled corpse, on some form of life-support, they used to refer to as the vegetable, which is also known as stasis, and they were getting me high on an action potential memory I affectionately assigned, "krazyglue."

This was supposed to represent someone administering a form of mind-control based speed, amphetamine, whatever.

Apparently, whoever was going to pick me up that day, couldn't, not to mention, they all got pulled over, because they thought they had drugs on them, my father, (Fake SHEILD), and I guess her mother, who I believe

I spoke to as well, and she was nice to me from what I remember.
At some point, I ended up at CVS, in the lobby area before you get to the parking lot, it was cold that night, and it also started to rain.
For some reason, (Fake SHEILD), was pissed at me for being, a wimp or that I was ungrateful for...

THE HOUSE / THE CASTLE

Apparently, my father has bought me, and SHEILD, a house, because I guess POTUS/Q/Anons got in touch with them, to help THE BOTH OF US, have an HQ of our own.

It wasn't until 'drugs' was put into play, did the whole thing fall through.

I was being told that the house wasn't finished yet,
That I needed to take a shower when I got there because I was covered in something the Space Force was concerned about,

That all of the food in The Bronx was filled with these 'eggs.'

That my teeth did in fact have nanite technology on them.

That on my scalp, near the left front sweat gland, I had 'a bug.'

Someone on facebook at the time known to me as Giuseppe Nikki, or Joey and SHEILD, were in Cincinnati at least that's what the user of the facebook told me, even though facebook, and pretty much all of my social media was already compromised and spoofed. People, names, user photos, nothing matched up, and I attributed this to being shadow banned. They had sent me a meme, of a brain, being injected from a power utility pole, essentially saying that I was being attacked with mind-control. I took it with a grain of salt at the time.

After everything was said and done, I was told that SHEILD and her mother were on their way to pick me up, from the CVS, to take me... home, my new home, but then communication at this point was getting scrambled, and more unclear as the night progressed.

Then I was told they left, then more people were seeming to arrive, as if to say that this was a prank, and that I was getting roasted or something, and that after embarrassing/hazing me enough, my punishment/training was complete and I was allowed to join 'the secret version/black op of the Space Force'

As I look back now, it was probably the cabal doing this, impersonating the Space Force, and I'm lucky I survived.

Another couple of hours had passed, and then someone said that they were there, but SHEILD was being immature, because she was high, on my drugs that were supposed to be a little secret gift for being so loyal all these years, and yadda yadda... She must have taken all of it, got pissed at me, and wanted to make me suffer just a bit more before she gave in, and well, lived happily ever after?

Somehow, I had guessed, cars that were entering the parking lot, and at one point, through sheer gut instinct alone, I ran and tripped into some minivan, that had an older woman driving, because apparently SHEILD had taken her own car, and not wanted to have her mom let me in, because she was going to drive me, and her back.
At one point, standing in the parking lot, I had turned and looked at a black car, that was supposedly SHEILD, and the voice of SHEILD said, "Cheater!"

This was because I wasn't supposed to be able to hear her, in my vicinity, as well as my head, via the mind-control based communications.
Yes, I hadn't slept, yes, I was still on stimulants, and yes, this was the ONLY time I had trusted these voices, because prior to this, I was still very leery of this whole new world, that was just encroaching around me.

I run up to the car, and I swear to god, someone that looked like SHEILD, whether it was really her, a twin sister, or some impersonator, she looked at me, smiled, and as I went to open the car door, hit the gas, and floored it away from me, and I was going to give chase, but I realized, if it was really her, she will just turn around and stop teasing me, and pick me up.

She never did.

Did I really try to get into a random woman's Mercedes?
(I thought it was a Mercedes, but this was after months of attempting to remember everything that happened that night.)

It's not like the woman in the car said anything to me, like "Can I help you?" She had a HUGE grin on her face, and without even looking at the road in front of her, sped away, and God as my judge, it felt like another tease.

The only thing that stood out is someone saying "Cheater!", as I approached the car.

Till this day I haven't gotten any answers to the whole experience.
I dubbed it AdventureQuest, because I thought well, there are good voices, there are nasty ones, there are ones that sounds familiar, and those that I do not recognize at all.

I am not schizophrenic, and I am not talking to voices in my head due to stimulant based psychosis; THIS WAS AND CONTINUES TO BE, AS REAL AS IT GETS.

From that point forward, nothing happened, and that was enough for me to start questioning the entire experience as a whole,
I thought, well, whatever was going to happen, was canceled, either for real reasons, or this was entirely fabricated to scare the shit out of me, and as well, make me look like I was losing my mind due to the drugs/meds.

In the beginning of the day, I was told to keep my phone only on GSM mode for emergencies, and I should've disobeyed, because when I did turn my phone back on, with full data, I had received voicemail from my mother, she wasn't dead.

I walked all the way home, with soiled boxers, (due to be being forced to have an orgasm in public, yes it was induced psychotronically, I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE WELL ENOUGH)

It doesn't really bother me, because sexuality and I have had a long battle in the research involved therein, so I'm used to being abused in this way, it's an ongoing argument with the gang stalkers, as per their obsession with orgasms, and corrupting the sexuality alike.

It was cold, and it was raining, and all I had was a hoodie, my stars and stripes hoodie...
My brother and mother were fine, and I went to sleep.

I never fully trusted them again after this, and as time has gone on, my family, friends, love interest, and gang stalkers included all seem to be working on the same page, and a few o7's at this point I'm sure as well. How could the NYPD NOT KNOW about me at this point seems preposterous.

Do they all want me to stop taking my meds so that I cannot keep my focus and fight back, intellectually as I am right now?

Not all of them, some of them are on my side, and totally agree with me.
Others are hellbent on destroying my reputation, making me adhere to some mentally ill/drug abusing narrative, and get rid of me, in order to make me, and those involved, on the good side, look basically like shit.

There are MANY other examples of this type of event occurring after this point, but it never has ramped up as it has, until I met SHEILD.
Ever since I had met, THE REAL ONE, the one who seemed to basically love me as much as I love her, my family, and like I said, former friends, all took sides.

I've never been more scared, and yet, confident in my entire life.
In my heart and soul, I know we do care about one another, and the NYPD, the good guys, the FDNY (EMS), the local city hospital (the good doctors), and of course the good anons (o7 or not), want to keep the both of us as safe as possible as this whole fiasco of state-of-the-art technology, disclosure of covert surveillance, gang stalking, co-opted family members, (THEY WANT US DIVIDED), becomes public knowledge.

I need anyone reading this right now to understand, there is nothing wrong with either one of us mentally, we are victims, as well as heroes.

Anyone stating otherwise is lying, and has a personal vendetta against the two of us, as we expected.

Anons, I love you.
SHEILD, I love you.
Q WE LOVE YOU.
POTUS, I will always love you.
Family, I hope someone or something WAKES YOUR ASSES UP ABOUT EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH.
Friends, I know some of you still trust me, and believe in my intelligence and thorough research, and I thank you. Even though, it seems like it would be foolish to put yourselves out there at this time to defend us, we are doing this solely for the purpose of making the world a better place, for good & positive people.

This I swear to all of you.
Where we go one, we go all.
o7

--swordy