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Welcome to Qurator's Mischievous Mondays!
This will be a weekly competition that we will be hosting every Monday. We want to see a little more engagement and fun when it comes to some of our competitions so this will be a simpler and shorter competition. Easy to enter, but maybe not so easy to win. ;) This competition will be similar to the Monday Missions we had a long time ago, but instead of writing posts to enter we will now consider only the comments and answers on this blog as your entry to win.
Why Mischievous?
We all could use a little fun in our lives. We would even say that we deserve it, let loose a little and have a go at making everyone laugh or think a little, even if it is a little over the top or pure silliness. Go all out and let your creative juices flow.
This week's theme : Hide!
RULES
Write a comment in this post, your comment will be your entry.
Only comments that fit the theme and style.
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All entries will be reviewed by the Qurator team.
Only one entry per account.
Deadline: Before this post reaches payout
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The previous theme : The Last Whisper
1st Prize - 30% Upvote
@xlety
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@josiva
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I think the best thing to do is to leave the continent, because being in the middle of the ocean, it will be more complicated for them to get me.
I would go to Australia or India, but not to the big cities, but to some reserve where I could serve as a volunteer, and that given my phenotypical characteristics could look like I am a native of that area: not too white, not too dark... Although I have to think about what I will do with my freckles, since they have always been very revealing.
They gave me a 12-hour head start, but that’s not enough when the whole world knows my face. New York? It's gone. Left behind. I definitely needed something more radical, so I came to the most unexpected place possible: the countryside of Minas Gerais, in Brazil — I mean, who would think I’d hide in my own homeland, right?! I hitched a ride with a truck driver who only talked about cheese and… well, here I am, hiding in the mountains of Serra da Mantiqueira.
Goodbye, phone. I chopped off my hair, dyed it green. Started dressing like I was in one of those survivalist TV shows, you know? Now I’m practically invisible.
But the best part was meeting my new friends and loyal companions: the capybaras. Who knew these giant rodents would be the best partners for a getaway? They’re chill, don’t ask questions, and most importantly, they know how to hide like pros. I spend my days blending in with them, eating grass and pretending I’m just another one of the gang.
Want to find me? Good luck, the world’s a big place, and honestly, I think even the capybaras have forgotten who I am!
The only way not to be watched from a satellite is to hide under the ground and try never to go out, as I have 12 hours of advantage I can travel from New York to the Gruta da Lapa Doce in Brazil, which will allow me to have a beautiful view of all the nature and I would not be so far from my country Venezuela, so before becoming a hermit I would pass by my house to give a kiss to my parents, my brothers and my little dog Duke.
And I would try to run away with the best of the suitors I have so I wouldn't be so lonely in that cave hehehehe.
Drastic situations call for appropriate measures. Valuing my life comes first. They know my face, that seems easy to solve: would have plastic surgery, clandestinely. No records of me should be kept, no photos, and I ask that they leave me with a horrible appearance and scars on my face. Something that would make people want to stay away from me or have compassion. Then, I would add a few quick tattoos to my body and scrape off my fingerprints. That's it, a new man was born without documents, records or anything. Even though I'm sick, after the surgery, I'm trying to travel clandestinely to Brazil. To live a new life, far from my old friends and family, a nomad in the midst of human existence. In case anyone has any questions, I'll mention that I was attacked and tortured, I don't remember anything after that. Are you looking for me? Good luck!
To top it off, would fake my death in the middle of an accident, leave a suicide note on a bridge and my documents next to it, mention in the letter that I jumped to a better world! Let the police investigate the waters and never find my body.
Contact my family? Never! It's better for them to live knowing that I'm dead than to risk my existence or theirs.