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EDITOR’S PREFACE

A prison guard sold us the first twelve chapters of this manuscript. Social Books, the publisher, had decided to compile information on Prison Wars with the intention of releasing a definitive account for posterity. When it was safe to do so, one of our first efforts was to contact whomever might be left at Martin Sanger’s prison. It was upon visiting the prison facilities that we got word of the existence of this manuscript. We quickly began attempts to secure it.

We have no independent corroboration of the veracity of the accounts herein. But this manuscript surfaced only twelve days after the final Prison Wars games took place. The difficulty of fabricating such a detailed and personal account in so short an amount of time seems to validate its authenticity.

A gentleman brought us Chapter Thirteen five days after we secured and began publicizing the manuscript we had found in the prison. Martin Sanger did not bring it to us. The man who brought it to us was extremely guarded about how he happened upon it. Like the prison guards before him, he demanded cash and anonymity.

Not having publicized that there were only twelve chapters in the original manuscript, the additional chapter being numbered ‘thirteen,’ lends further credence to the authenticity of this manuscript. Furthermore, the continuity in writing styles indicates that Martin Sanger wrote all the chapters.

As of yet, Martin Sanger’s whereabouts are unknown. We publicly admit to the publishing the manuscript without his permission. Even so, throughout the text the author reasserts that he wrote this chronicle for the benefit of posterity. If authentic, we have no doubt that Mr. Sanger would want the contents disseminated.

When found, all of the contents herein had already been typed. Except for formatting, and correcting the more egregious punctuation and spelling errors (undoubtedly due to the haste of the writing), the manuscript has been published without alterations. We at Social Books believe that, after this preface, Martin Sanger wrote all of the contents herein.

John Kenneth Press, Ph.D.

Social Books

San Luis Obispo, California

July, 2023

CHAPTER ONE – FIRST IMPRESSIONS

I first met Quentin Longus as a junior staff writer working for Fortune magazine in 2020. I had been assigned to interview the top twenty young venture capitalists in America. Quentin the ninth I profiled.

Quentin immediately stood out from the rest of that crowd. To begin with, he had a devilish surfer dude look. When I first met him his blonde hair was, in fact, long enough to hang over his shoulders. It would have completely obscured his vision had it not been combed into a part and held back by his ears.

Those of you who have only known of Quentin since he became famous would scarcely recognize him. But that is what makes my account of our destruction so compelling. I knew him from the beginning.

Of course the last time I saw him he sported his well-known short hair with the elongated wave on the front. I never liked that style. And the skinnier he got the less I liked it. Paradoxically, that cut made him look like a blond Hitler at the same time that his thinness reminded me of NAZI concentration camp survivors.

Having grown up in Los Angeles and residing in the rich L.A. suburb of Malibu, Quentin’s stringy long blond hair wasn’t extraordinary. But Quentin stood out from his fellow entrepreneurs because had an extraordinary non-physical personal beauty.

Quentin had the tranquility of an enlightened person who has no worries because they do not judge the moment. His smile was exceptionally kind. It put me at ease at a level that challenged my self-concerned, serious feeling about my life, missions and work. He radiated a sense of reassurance that I took for spiritual depth.

All of the other venture capitalists seemed to merit the common derisive label of ‘vulture capitalists.’ Aware of the prestige a profile in Fortune magazine carries, most of them sought to market themselves. It probably reflects the dichotomies of our democratic and capitalistic society that those I profiled either tried to market themselves as bigwigs or tried to appear very commonplace and humble. But, their hunger to be famous united them all. None were comfortable with themselves.

Where I saw panic, Quentin saw possibilities. On that first day, he got my editor to agree letting me cover Prison Wars and convinced me that my boss wouldn’t mind if I returned to headquarters a day late.

My first reaction to such suggestions was to generate a list of reasons why it couldn’t happen. But, Quentin’s enthusiasm about possibilities even captured my hard-ass editor. And though most people, knowing a later version of Quentin, would find this hard to believe, he was able to get people to sign on to his agendas because he was a thoroughly relaxed person.

Quentin made me feel that panic over my nervousness and worries about my deadline and budget were completely unnecessary. His calm was, again, transformative. Being around him was like being around a guru. Everything was a game. And for every problem there was a creative solution that, after he thought of it, he would simply manifest. No sweat, no problem.

It was as if Quentin was a best-selling fiction writer who assumed that no matter what plot twists he backed himself into, a fabulous ending would appear, he’d write it, and it would be wildly popular. No worries dude! How wrong he was.

For the very few of you who haven’t seen me, I am an average looking white male. I have brown eyes and wavy brown hair. My driver’s license lists me at 5’ 10”. I’m probably closer to 5’ 9”. Since the time when I first met Quentin, I’ve lost a good thirty-five pounds. Partying and stress have been good for my figure! Still I am a big man. I worked out a lot in my youth. When I met Quentin, having some muscles, I was one of those guys who could kid themselves that they weren’t fat, СКАЧАТЬ

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