"The last people i know went to the isolation house,whose builder was Pinston Hackless. I know them . I know you. Can you give me a hand,my dear friend? We can destroy cult of Epsilon together! I'm want do this. Waiting your answer."
This letter beckoned me. Thirst open it escalated. I did not know what to do, how to cope. I'm elated him. Great War. I tried to forget it, but there comes a letter, which again reminds me of the horror of those events. Epsilon then destroyed half of the Earth, but why? This I learned only after the declassification of classified material of the cult, they were looking for him.The people called him "Knowing", but I knew his real name. Epsilon reason he needed, perhaps - he knew something? That's what I wanted to know. Now, after all these events, we have more new information resources. I went to one of them. It was in the holy spring Azerbaydzha, in the south of the country. Fly to - 2 hours. I hope to find there the answers to all my questions.First, who is the Piston Harkless? I know that he built this house isolation. Writing 20 years, and the isolation the house was still there. Previously, these were asylum - and now? Now it is a psycho-cult members to the hospital. Maybe, they have some relation to the "knowing"? The head is divided by a thousand thoughts. Maybe I should hire a detective? Hmm, it's not even undertake. We'll have to investigate. We continue to disassemble. "We can destroy the cult together!". What does it mean? The call for the destruction of the cult? Maybe yes.
-Our Plane prepared for takeoff! Buckle up, sit back and relax. We started sleeping gas, you wake up already in place. With your guide,Joana Smith.
Sleeping gas? Something new in the methods of REM sleep on the plane. This I have never seen. To evoke memories. Euthanasia of my beloved dog, Charlie. I've been thinking, and if Epsilon contrary, would bring peace? Then it all changes. No such thoughts have no place in my head.
- Wake up, we're here! Exit from the aircraft to the right of the second row.Have a nice stay!
What a favor. The excess of such communication can lead a person into a deep stasis. Did you know? Although, with who I was talking. Insanity first stage was found in me even five years ago. I hope I did not come up with all these facts, otherwise all my journey would be pointless. Holy Spring is so beautiful ... sorry, I have here something stir. Here it is!
-Put It.
Who is it? I do not even guess. And if it is ...
-I TOLD put it, you piece of !
-So,at first, you , tell me who you are? Okay?
- Do not you dare look at me, scum!
-So, okay. You at first tell me, WHY should I LAYING?
I guessed who it is. His phone rang, the melody is so beautiful ...
-Пiтро,зач тьи мние звонич?
Ukrainian? This language and the country is still alive? Okay, I do not know. I thought this country had long rotted away under the oppression of Epsilon ... so, you need to deal with the creature. I hit him in the face. . My hands are strong, so that he out. I took what I needed, and in addition his gun and money. They then I really need. Especially the gun.During this time, I realized that me exactly hunt begins. I need to get a vehicle. In calendar 2192, and to develop us in 2016. Devil's war on Epsilon slowed down our development. And if all this could prevent anyone? Then - we would have been far away in space! Mars, Venus, Mercury, so that there other galaxies! Oh, dream-dream.Do that we are still far.Let's go back to the search machine. Nearby stood a Ford Galactus 2190, a great car! Just to recall, as it is put. Incidentally, in the 2052 campaign Ford was sold to makers of armored vehicles, the Guardian Armor Invictus. That you think now - why are you now telling all this? And I'll tell you: it is the supplier of armored vehicles for Epsilon.While driving, whose parents killed my grandfather, I feel uneasy. Holding the steering wheel, I feel his blood ... insanity, stop! My whole life is interesting only because of mental illness. So, okay. And where am I going? And, in the city where my best friend. In Pitervill. This city is home to the so-called ghetto, where drugs and psychotropic substances lying around everywhere,even babies! Just kidding, mothers hide their drugs in a wheelchair. Vile. Reset to this place a nuclear bomb, it would be just fine. But, from a good relationship to my friend, I did never do. Ha, and I would not do. I also do not have a nuclear bomb. As the boundaries of this town. Although the mass importation of slaves here, nothing will happen. Well, at least if they are welling up ...the carrier will be a very, very bad. Oh, something I thought about. House Gideon right down the street. He is a very strange man, one day he ate a rat in front of me, and then he vomited in the street. I was then very ashamed. It snatches it - and it was a shame to me. What is wrong with our brains? This is a very strange thing. Gray matter. By the way, Gideon as dumb as a chair.Talk to me it will be very difficult for him, but I'm already used to talk to the stupid individuals. Ha, stupid person. Good joke, I think.
-Oh, Gideon, come here!
-What?
I told you that he is very stupid. The maximum that you will achieve from it - so it is "What?" . But he knows the "Knower". Ha, a double joke! Okay, not a joke. MARASMUS! STOP!
-So that? What do you wish from me? About the "Knower"? He went to Africa.
All! More is not necessary to know from me, Gideon. He went to the city, Africa. But not in the country, Africa. In the city I find him quickly. By the way, I got hold of weed. Well, that's try!

AN HOUR LATER
Weed so great! I already dropped out of the first floor window. Paste is not childish, cough, cough. Oh, still shaking. I never thought that my insanity make friends with drugs. And here and there! They became best friends. Who would have thought. I've already been on the plane. Conductor, by the way, the same Joana Smith. Again this "courtesy". I Hate. Just let the sleepy gas, so I disabled.
Africa! Country laws. This I did not like it. After the drug, my eyes bulged and reddened. And if the police see me? Okay, I find points.
-Mr Grass!
Oh, it's me. What I needed someone?
-It's me. "Knower".
THE END OF FIRST HALF
- I need to ask you a lot!
- Not now. On the hunt has been declared to me. You know it?
- Yes, damn it.
- Well, what such expressions?
- I'll say it again: I need information!
- Good. I have a house in the suburbs, meet there.
- Where's the house? Suburbs, and then what?
- Grey with red valley nearby.
- Okay, meet you there.
Do you think - who am I talking to? And you already know. With the "Knower".
He, by the way, a pleasant personality. He - as the sea of knowledge, and I - like a sponge, ready to soak up all the knowledge sebya.On told me about the actual plans Epsilon, that will happen soon, "the arrival of a second." I already knew what it meant. But why soon? Recently, the last member of the genus dictators Epsilon was executed.So I have to find someone who will revive again the concept of "Epsilon" as a cult, but all over the world this is not necessary. I'm a hero, killing him. I understand its purpose. it shall be even an infant, but will not resisting. After all, in the future it will revive Epsilon. It remains only to find out who it is. And if this is the "Knower"?He knows so much, he can change his point of view instantly. Now I am his friend, and in a few seconds - I'm his enemy. What if he kills me? My purpose - to kill him, and he - me? No, it's all a game of my insanity. He is a good man. Or not?
-***,Come here!
And if he is now holding the gun and waiting when I come to the doorway - and BOOM! And I have no head.I need a weapon. Knife - fit!
-You're going?
-Yes,yes.
So, I need to go. What do I fear? He is my good friend!
-That's what you are wanted to know. This residence reviver Epsilon.
-Thank you.
-Do not thank me. My work - information. Your - murder.
Time to go and kill him. And if he is resisting? ... And if he kills me? Who will continue my business? Well, it is better not to score thoughts head.
I was knocking on the door to him. I hear steps.
- My son, are you? Come and confess, miserable ion!
- Yes, Father.
He certainly does not expect a magnum barrel in his face. But I did it.
BOOM
Heck! Blood everywhere!
- Ha-ha, you really think that I will go out and will give you to kill me?
Face to face. Muzzle to muzzle. The gun to the gun. Who will shoot first?
- Why do you restore Epsilon?
- None of your business. It's just business. I'm just very well paid. I have a speaker skills.
- I've got one question for you.
- Well.
- Left or right?
- What!?
Hit! It was so easy to distract him.
- Oh, you ....
Shot. Now I'm sure it killed. Time for Cleanup!

- Well? How did everything go?
- I killed him.
- I knew it.
- It's the police! Hands behind your head against the wall!
- You betrayed me!
- Just business. By the way, "the Knower does not exist"
He betrayed me! How could he!
- You place in a psycho-hospital, sir. You will pass the case to the court for double murder, Mr. Grass
- He betrayed! Betrayed! Betrayed!
Betrayal. I first became acquainted with this definition live. Life is a strange thing. And it is very insidious. I have made a plan to assassinate "Fake Knower." It remains to wait until the morning.I'm going to kill him. Brutally kill. Dismembered, cut off, roasted. He deserved it. He cleverly deceived me! This is surprising.
- Mr Grass, time to go to court.
This moment. They put me in a legal car, and "will be taken to court." In fact, I will kill everyone who is in the car, sit behind the wheel and come to the "Knower" home. Knock, knock, who's there? The one who will kill you.
THE END OF SECOND HALF
-In The Acropolis two officers were killed, the bailiff and a spy by the name of "Knower." We are already looking into the matter.
I was already looking for. I do not know what to do. This world is not ready to accept me. I must revive Epsilon. I'll finish you started.
5 years later
-Attention! Epsilon invaded the city! Announced the evacuation!
I'm standing in your room. My people have broken off half the world to shreds. I'm ready to go. My son is at the head of the state Epsilon, and I? I'm just a pawn in his hands. I revived a great country, and he? And he threw me to the throne. I am no longer king. I was holding a knife in my hands, my son looks at me.
- I think I should kill you.
- No. I did.
If you're reading this journal, you know. I'm not alone. There are a lot of us. We - the locusts. Assassin's mind. This dnevneke a print with the virus. Maybe - I have already gotten into you?