The Family-IC

[Chewion]

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[Industrial West Virginia]

Suddenly everything in existence entered in to gray. Nothing was right anymore. He could see himself, his clothing. He seemed to be stuck inside of time itself. Imagine closing your eyes and seeing colors floating around, but not quite being able to focus on them. That's what this was like. He could see pictures of everything around him floating around, but not able to focus on them without some sort of abstract power that he couldn't seem to pull himself in to. He saw them getting in the car... going to the movies... seeing it, going home, eating a SANDWICH, recording voiceover...

He suddenly snapped back into reality. He was there in the car, though outside still looked as if it were the gray world. It's almost as if things were coming back piece by piece. This was strange and like nothing he had seen before. He wasn't freaking out, in fact, quite strangely his eyes were darting around yet he was quite calm. He looked at the areas where the abstract memories were and focused on them. They were like dim stars. They fade in front of your eyes as you stare at them. After this happens you feel quite annoyed and look away and back at them to try to get them to come back. That's how Jacob felt.

Jacob suddenly snapped back. He was sitting in a quite strange position, laying front on the seat in the car. He turned around and looked around. The light was blinding. He remembered reading something like what had just happened to him. Passing out and suddenly coming back. It was something to do with chemicals and the sorts piling up in the car if you left the doors closed and the engine running... The engine wasn't running... He didn't quite understand it, but he passed it off as something of that sort. He started the car. His car was quite old, and you could probably hear the screech of the belt from the inside of the mansion. At least this may indicate to people where he was and they would finally come out.

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Smiling at Megan he gave her a quick kiss before saying “Feel at home. My room is your room. I will be back in a little bit I just wanna get this over with.” Grabbing his phone and a notepad he rushed out of the room and made his way back to his mothers room where he walked over to her and said “We can do it in here if you want. You don’t even have to get up. All I need is to record you saying it all and then I’ll wrote stuff later. Thanks for doing this mom. I’m actually excited to here about your life. I only know a little bit.”

[Hothnia]

Natalya Kiser


Natalya's mind flipped through thousands of images of old friends and family, of an open field bathed in grain, the yellow setting sun glazing the field over. It was a place that she had spent countless hours in, where her life really started. Natalya sighed.

" I was born to a small village 10 kilometers east of Ramni, near the Russian Soviet Socialist Reoublic border. ,my parents were simple people, farmers. I believe they still are. Life for me was good at the beginning; despite what American schools teach, the USSR wasn't hell on earth. Sure, I didn't recieve an education, but I learned life skills and worked with my mother in the gardens, making food, and washing clothes.

I was eight when my older brother signed up with the Red Army. This was a somewhat sad for our little family, as we all thought he would stay in the farm and help father. Angry words were exchanged and Dmitri left the house. You've never met him; it's my older brother. He returned a week later, and by then, my parents had forgiven him. We threw a large meal for his return.

Eventually, Dmitri did ship out with the Red Army, to somewhere along the Black Sea. By this time, our way of life had started to crack. Although we were simple, uninformed people, we still knew that the USSR was starting to break. The economy sunk and it became hard to grow food. In the winter of 1986, we had to eat our two dogs and almost starved. That was also the year of a big frost, which killed a majority of our crops. By 1989, things had started to improve. I gained strength and could go outside again. Our farm began producing.

Despite this change, the USSR was still doomed. Three years later, we fled the new state of Belarus for the US after the nation was stricken into poverty. I met your father and we married. My parents returned to Belarus in 1996, hence why you've never met them, or any of my side of the family. A few years later, I started having my children. Now, do you have any questions?"

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon sat wide eyed at his mother as she detailed her life. He had no idea just how rough her childhood had been. Almost dying from hunger, having to flee her country after the Soviet Union broke up. With a slight mist in his eyes Brandon tried to say something but all that came out was random noises until he stopped and wiped his face before saying “I’m sorry. I never realize how bad your childhood was. I mean I knew you grew up dirt poor and on a farm in Belarus. But I didn’t know you almost died and got so weak from hunger you couldn’t walk.” Pausing for a moment he looked back up and gave a slight smile saying “I’m glad you didn’t die. I wouldn’t be here and have the best mom anyone could have.” Growing a little more serious he he nervously said “Dod you decide to forgive me after only a week because of your brother?”

[Northern Poland]

Nicholas turns on his PS4, and gets on COD BO3 he gets on a public match. The game starts as he double jumps on top of a trailer and throws a grenade, killing two players. He switches to his Sniper and then "BOOM HEADSHOT!" he hopes that no one heard that. He grabs a fistful of chips and shoves them into his mouth, he aims his pistol at someone that is camping, then kills him with 5 bullets in the back. He then activates a airplane strike package, getting a triple kill.His team wins the game and he jumps on his bed, falling asleep slowly.

[Alaroma]

Hazel Kiser

Hazel began walking to her room, walking away from the group of family members that had gotten on top of her plans with Olga. Oh well, what could you do? As she walked towards the Room, she went online with her phone and began looking for tickets. 'Hmmmm, what do the seats look like..........these look good, I'll get these............Do I need anything at the mall before we go to the Movie? I don't think so..............okay, got the tickets.' She thought to herself as she finished purchasing the tickets before even reaching her room. Though she may have been hustling it slightly, but whatever. As self-defined "Logistical Manager" of the Kiser family children, so she took care of all "That Extra shit".

While she's walking to her room, she hears the phrase "BOOM HEADSHOT" come out from Nicholas's door, causing her to respond by saying "Keep your fanboying to yourself Nicky!" She said as she passed his door, in the hallway that seemed to expand onto ward never-land. It was honestly annoying at times how a Mansion took the time to go across it, than it did her bloody High School. The Mansion was appreciated, it was just a walk sometimes to get from her room to the Kitchen. As she walked her way to her Room again, she went inside and began taking off her cloths and "Freshening Up".

She decided to change into more weather appropriate clothes, wearing a long sleeve shirt to help with the colder weather. It was a dark blue, accompanied by blue Jeans. As she continued getting ready for the Movie, she got a couple texts from the Debate President. She looked at the face of her phone, and gave off a smile. She was prepared to respond, before she took a look at the time. 'I've made good time, though I need to check on the others.' She quickly gave a fond response to her Prez, and hurried back through the halls.

She sent everyone a text saying "Get to the front of the house, I'll let you know the plan there." With that, she waited for the others to arrive. Meanwhile she dived into her texting with some of her friends, and just passing the time. She continued her "Genocide" theory, though she wasn't actually advocating that in her case. Just for unfit states to simply be absorbed by more worthy state.............her belief in that is questionable, but it's still an interesting concept at the heart of it.

[Hothnia]

Natalya Kiser


Natalya waved her hand in an unshaken motion. " No, no, it was nothing like that. I loved my childhood, despite all its hardships. There was something..... Rewarding about growing up there. An almost sentiment feel. I could go back to that town and the same people would still greet me. That's something special, and if you ever get that, hold on to it. I was foolish not to."

Natalya's face grew dark. " No, I did not forgive you within a week because of my brother; I did it because the Bible teaches to not hold onto past mistakes and pains. Anyway, I'll let you work on that report. Come and get me if you need me." Natalya patted her sons leg and stood, arching her back like a cat and throwing her braid over her shoulder. She walked out of the room to hear another one of the numerous children in her house shout something, something unintelligible to her ears. Shaking her head, Natalya descended the stairs and walked into the foyer.

[Chewion]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon got up to leave when he noticed something he never paid attention to before. A door off along the wall. Looking over his shoulder he moved towards the door and grabbed the knob and tried to turn it only to find it was locked. Looking over his shoulder again he took a paper clip off of the papers he had brought into his parents room and bent it before sticking it in the door lock and wiggling it around until he heard a click. Taking another look over his shoulder he open the door and walked into a somewhat small closet like room. Inside there were several framed pictures, a map off the USSR, and Jesus on the cross.

When Brandon say the map and the pictures he felt an anger brewing. What is this Communist crap doing in my house? Picking up a picture he suddenly realized this must be his mother’s stuff. Was she a communist? He felt the anger boil inside him both from that thought and remembering how she’d slapped him a week ago. Raising the picture a smashed it onto the corner of the table the other were sitting on and smiled hearing the small crack. This felt good to finally let out his deeply buried anger. Plus his mom wouldn’t be certain it was him. Now almost drunk on the feeling he grabbed the others and did the same polling out the pictures as he did. Finally he turned to the pictures and ripped each in half before putting them in his back pocket. He would be getting ride of them. Before leaving he took a shard of glass and cut the Soviet map and took a few pieces with him. Then he made his way back into the hallway.

[Northern Poland]

Brandon Kiser

Brandon got up to leave when he noticed something he never paid attention to before. A door off along the wall. Looking over his shoulder he moved towards the door and grabbed the knob and tried to turn it only to find it was locked. Looking over his shoulder again he took a paper clip off of the papers he had brought into his parents room and bent it before sticking it in the door lock and wiggling it around until he heard a click. Taking another look over his shoulder he open the door and walked into a somewhat small closet like room. Inside there were several framed pictures, a map off the USSR, and Jesus on the cross.

When Brandon say the map and the pictures he felt an anger brewing. What is this Communist crap doing in my house? Picking up a picture he suddenly realized this must be his mother’s stuff. Was she a communist? He felt the anger boil inside him both from that thought and remembering how she’d slapped him a week ago. Raising the picture a smashed it onto the corner of the table the other were sitting on and smiled hearing the small crack. This felt good to finally let out his deeply buried anger. Plus his mom wouldn’t be certain it was him. Now almost drunk on the feeling he grabbed the others and did the same polling out the pictures as he did. Finally he turned to the pictures and put them in his pocket. He would be getting ride of them. Before leaving he took a shard of glass and cut the Soviet map and took a few pieces with him. Then he made his way back into the hallway.

Nicholas would hear some glass breaking, and opens the door. He thinks "Hmm, that doesn't sound very good." He starts the ENDLESS walk to the door, as he is walking he says loudly so anyone in the room could hear him, "What is going on in there?" he then starts the walk back to the stairs, taking about 10 seconds. Then he starts going down the stairs, The sound being Tip tap tap, he makes it halfway down, then he sees Mrs.Kiser (Brandons mom) and walks over, he takes a breath. He then says " Some Of your stuff broke, I don't know why." He then waits for a reply or a movement

[Greater vakolicci haven]

Lucas Kiser

As his father left and his siblings all went their separate directions, Lucas followed suit. Heading to his room, which for reasons he didn't know was not one of the ground floor ones, he quickly got chained into a pair of black jeans and a matching dragonforce hoody. Aftershave and deodorant applied, he returned to his chair and prepared to go watch the movies, eat a whole supersize popcorn to himself as well as a small bucket of coke, and have a good time. Whether the cinema, the largest venue in the mall, would still be open if their was a cultural festival going on he didn't know however Hazel probably would.

He tapped the pocket of his jeans and smiled: the fake ID that had been procured with the help of a certain incredible useful grandfather was sitting snugly in it...alcohol may be on the table tonight, as it so often was these days. He drank too much, he smoked too much and he probably ate too much; however Lucas Kiser had never been particularly skilled in the 'giving a shit' department and he was unlikely to start now.

Getting the text, he was the first to join Hazel at the front of the house; almost without thinking he lit another cigarette as he waited for the others to join them.

[Lemlar]

A Family Matter
In a turn of events in the Stavros Initiative, Anargyros father being in his 70's had decided to retire from the company after seeing it succeed as much as he could've done, therefore he had set up a conference with his board of advisers and they discussed who would ascend to CEO of the company. They had three people in mind between the two kids and going to the shareholders for them to decide. The board after some talks had decided to give total control of the company to the son, Anargyros. Anargyros being in a conference call in his home office had received a call from his father and he put the other person on hold and said,

"Anargyros Stavros speaking,"

"Hi son, as you know i was taking about retiring from the company due to my time fighting in the Persian Gulf, and being one of the lucky recipients of a health issue."

"I heard, what about it?"

"I talked with the board and we have decided the best person to take over the company would be you. Therefore I would want to have a meeting with you to discuss the transition period between my and your administration."

"It would be an honour to take up reign of the company, Ill clear my schedule on the date and time of the meeting."

"It was my pleasure and honour to serve as head of the company in which my father had started. I am also giving you all my assets on the condition I be able to live with you in an self contained condo and will have transportation to the hospital for my treatments."

"I will have a separate condo built right away for you that'll have 4 beds and 4.5 baths."

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"Looking forward to the meeting."

Two days later they got together and discussed the terms and transfer of ownership. The net worth that would be transferred would total 24B making the sons total net worth being 34B. During the meeting the son had the father kept on as an unofficial advisor to help him guide the company to new heights. He then calls up his cousin John to ask for advice on things. He asks if John would like to meet somewhere for lunch.

[Northern Poland]

RIP