Pappy Goes Down In Flames

"Pappy", you are through. No more free stay at The Conrad, Indianapolis, just below the penthouse, for you. You've been running FIRE all around that community for years. I watched from the street and then used my abilities to supercede the penthouse fire reality. I kicked the door open and called to get a new lock on the door, immediately. You have lost the memory, but you are pyro guilty, guilty, guilty. You may have been intelligence and internet manipulation remotely, but you were guilty of tax fraud (time spent in Sandstone Federal Penn) and also you were a psychicly marked sex (through your dirty poodle Charlie) offender of children. That whole room with pictures of all of your victims and family members was ILLEGAL as part of your sentancing. I kept it a dragon's lair for that time being until now. Police, I MARKED one of the photos with a flame cropping original method of photography development. It is the only one in the world. He is guilty guilty guilty, but your worst offenses were on me. He kicked me to the street actually and remotely 4 times. Well I kept my head high and found my way back to my apartment where my keys had been stolen by police on your direct orders. (One stamp in his new passport at the time. Hamburg, Germany)