Nikhil – Austin Bunton Designs

Summary/Moral: This chapter/account reminds us that trusting surprises, when in the company of those with certain/good vibes, can always benefit us.

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In the days of the human occupation of the now-lost once-nation of Texas, it back then spanning the entire southern portion of the American Great Plains, where temperatures soared into the 110s (in degrees Fahrenheit) many Summers, and mindless angry giants ruled by terrorism for hundreds of miles in all directions, pollution-belching mega-factories blanketed entire coastlines, and massive storms big and powerful enough to destroy entire regions annually appeared, dipping down the underbellies of darkening clouds, turning the skies an obvious green before their train-like sound preceded paths of rapid destruction… was the unlikely childhood chapter of both the future King of Inisfree… and his first best-friend, named Nikhil.

Countless defenseless beings had been enslaved in Texas and its surrounding lands in that time, starting at cattle ranches and slaughter-houses, and extending into animal-testing laboratories, all of which ironically kept enslaved, in numerous senses/ways, the humans they’d been built and maintained to ‘feed’ (poison). It was a nationwide slaves-of-slaves system. Few things could have been as primitive, barbaric, and unnecessary.

Texas was a very rough, confused, and confusing place back then. It was emotional hell for those young lads, and of course for many others –millions of others –tens of millions. It is no small wonder they survived, and possibly indicative of their special bloodlines… and those that watched over them (protecting them from their alleged-biological relatives).

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Our Introductions:

My first real and lasting friend met me there during the end of middle school, his parents having migrated from India. He introduced me to computer games based on exploration, strategy, and portals to other worlds. We also built Lego forts and role-played future leadership scenarios, and he let me listen to new music at his place, also introducing me to Hinduism’s pantheon; it was a massive polytheistic assortment of very interesting figures and concepts, and it all served as hints of future studies of (and expeditions to) distant lands and ancient ruins, as well as the great technologies and other wonders they left behind.

Nikhil and I joined JROTC together. The Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps was the high-school and senior-high ‘branch’/’arm’ of the ROTC program, the rest of which continued through some college years. I didn’t notice it at the time, but it took me from just overseeing digital/imaginary military forces and bases (in Warcraft)… to small scale-models of them… to learning from real ones, as well as practicing teaching, inspecting, and marching with fellow cadets in the same setting. Fake/gamer-military had become paramilitary (and actual military was soon to follow).

Had I manifested those programs, events, the bases we went to on field trips, and other things… all by having my mind filled with visions and memories of those tabletop models and games? Had our hangouts literally triggered what I was now, as a high-school student and officer-cadet, to become part of our reality? Were we consciously co-creating it all along?

Once I’d met his family and some of his friends, and he some of mine, as well as perhaps three hundred other cadets from the different feeder-schools in our city’s independent school system, it was time to part ways for a time. I was not very happy when I learned that my best friend had to move to the other side of the country with his family, for his father’s new work assignment, and, now that I think about it, it is curious that they all moved to where I had moved from; he and they ended up living and working just a bit north of the DC hospital and Virginia creek forest where they say I grew up.

This concluded our years-long introductions to one another, our ideas, and our favorite pass-times and pursuits. Life went on. After several loyal phone calls back and forth, we lost touch for a number of years.

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Reconnecting in Pennsylvania… or was it Connecticut?

Shortly after my time in the military, Nikhil and I reconnected online, planned our first hangout together since junior high, and met on the east coast near where his family had moved all those years ago. Just as we had started, we spent a few hours at a tabletop gamers’ role-playing session; something like Dungeons & Dragons, though this time the group participating had increased from two to nearly a dozen. It was refreshing to see him again, and in such better spirits than when we’d parted ways as children, and we would keep in touch this time for many more years to come, both of us going on to do even greater things, such as trips, computer science, and more work with military-related businesses.

After talk of us getting a group together to share a cabin somewhere scenic for work and leisure, I wondered what for us was yet to come…

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Quick Bio:

So much in the Bible was left to our imagination. What were the ancient characters really like? This section of each of our Biblor’an pages helps us more accurately picture our own.

Given Name: Nikhil
Birthplace/Hometown: Plano, TX
DOB: ~1983
Hair/Eyes: black/brown
Height/Weight: 5’8″/180 lbs.
Race/Nationality: Indian/American
Distinguishing Features: glasses
Common Attire: casual clothes
Voice/Personality: tenor/engaging
Education/Career: advanced/programming
Diet/Health: standard/average
Preferences/Mannerisms: multiplayer gaming, whether tabletop or computer
mannerism: genuine hearty laugh whenever amused
Relatives/Descendants: parents and sister with him from our hometown to where they moved; a strong family moving as one

Nikhil was growing through ladhood in Texas near me, and his parents had come from India. He was studious and had a mind for complex gaming, both on and off the computer. Eventually he became a professional programmer working with a military business.

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Jokes:

We used to edit our school agenda and yearbook with hilarious word-bubbles and captions.

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Quotes:

(however he described that card-game mythological/fantasy race of humanoids who were so quick they could steal your pants right off your legs before you even realized what had happened)
(addressing me as Mr. President during one of our tabletop RPs)

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