*I continued my battle with my ex-employer and ratcheted it up to complete, narcissistic pycho mode.The story at the end was true. When I was 19 years-old, I was possessed by something briefly and it announced "I AM GOD" to all and I then turned into fucking Remo Williams for about 90 seconds. Anyway, they actually have agreed to pay me (you'd be a fucking fool at this point not to), but believe me: I am just like Killdozer guy in that I would have turned it into my life's mission to avenge myself. Anyway, here is the email: * If Friday comes, and I’m not made whole by this passive-aggressive, scumbag company you use, the gears in my head are already in motion and my retaliatory efforts are going to be felt, believe me. They're your agent and therefore you're respondeat superior in my complaints and will feel my wrath equally. Through your joint efforts, you created this situation. When it’s all over and the ruins are surveyed, they’ll just remember that for a few hundred dollars and petty retaliation, you all cut off your noses to spite your faces. Primarily, I want my pay and peace, but if not, I look forward to see how I can challenge myself and once again invoke forces within myself as one taking on many. To the victor go the spoils. Of course, there will be the requisite Department of Labor complaint—that’s a no-brainer, but I’m already developing a hierarchy of strategies that are site-specific to avenge myself for these perceived indignities and injustices I’ve incurred. In the very early stages, you’ll likely look to use the police...later on your kike lawyers will likely seek some sort of injunctive relief and perhaps you’ll win some battles against me in this fashion, but I’ll win the war. I will win this war because I’m prepared to fight you on all fronts. I transcend all of your moral, ethical, physical and societal boundaries. Things you hold sacred mean nothing. Whatever you hold dear means less than the bacteria in a piece of shit to me. Much like a military would do with its soldiers, I’ve already sufficiently indoctrinated myself to view you as my evil enemies and myself as a good, wholesome liberator. I’ll use every gift and tool I have in my repertoire on you until I’m satisfied that I’ve received my just recompense and things have been made right. If I’m owed just 37 cents and am given but 36, I’ll campaign for the penny on principle. This is all about principles and justice to me. In life, you don’t see people like me often. As far as you’re concerned, I may as well be a fucking dragon or a unicorn: I’m highly principled with a unique and rigid moral/ethical code—whereas most hotel people like you have been Jew-influenced to be unprincipled rats; nihilistic, Godless toadies who are only motivated by profit and fear. It is because of this that I have a growing contempt (a hatred really) for you all. The way you comport yourselves on this Earthly plane sickens me. You’re less than what a human should be to me. You’re like feral rodents that scurry through feces and rotting garbage; looking for your daily meals and annual bonuses. If I exhaust other efforts, in these coming days it may unwittingly unleash something truly special that your feeble intellect will barely comprehend and then you will come to see me as both more than and less than a man—you may see that the "name redacted” you have come to perceive is merely a low-level avatar which is presented for your simple minds to comprehend. In the end, an evolved iteration will manifest before you with the outer shell of a man, but will be more akin to a force of nature; a relentless tornado of vengeance and destruction powered by narcissism and a seemingly supernatural force that when manifested, has amazed even me (and my cousin, who once witnessed it happen in 1993 at Juniper Valley Park and to this day will not discuss it with me or anyone else that I know of). If this force is not willfully suppressed, it will consume us all and cleanse everything in its path and right the wrongs. This was when an unknown entity used my body as a vengeance vessel and identified itself as God and I then become impervious to pain and moved in a way that that was instinctual and could only be described as superhuman. You may chuckle amongst yourselves now, but if you had witnessed it personally, the nigger nuggets you affectionately refer to as your brains would not have been able to intellectually reconcile it. Your Babylonian mezzuzzahs, your trinkets, your icons and your prayers to Ba’al, Beezlebub and Molech will all be useless to you in that instance.