Agent John Rutledge
Daring to believe since his mother's egg was fertilized.
Agent Mike Bubbins
Hunts down myths and shoots them dead with fact.
John Rutledge #daretobelieve
What is the paranormal? For many people (mainly my fellow investigator Mike Bubbins), this question may well be the first foray into the rich and fascinating world of the supernatural. For others, they are just words. For me, the question is a gateway to three things; Truth, Honour and Justice.
Truth: My mission since conception to expose the truth and educate the masses.
Honour: To bring honour and respect to not only myself but to those who have been mocked for their beliefs since the dawn of time.
Justice: To see believers are given their rightful place in society and that slander by non believers does not tarnish the good characters which strive to prize open society's third-eye on a regular basis. (Just look at the stuff they said about Arthur C Clark when he lived on that island with his mates).
How can we spot the paranormal? In order to make this introduction as simple as possible, I have broken the paranormal down into four basic components, each one a cornerstone of my belief system, with reasoning as to why it is, without a shadow of a doubt, real.
1, Ghosts. 2, Aliens, 3, Mythical Beasts, 4, All of the above rolled into one big terrifying ball that doesn't even have a name.
Mike Bubbins #focusonfacts
‘School days are the best days of your life’, or so the old saying goes. This could not be more true in my case. Because, with the exception of the births of my children, my wedding day, spending quality time with my family, almost all of the holidays I’ve ever been on, nights out with my friends, lazy days on the sofa, Christmases, Birthdays, school days WERE the best days of my life.
It was during those halcyon days that I could immerse myself in knowledge. I was like a sponge, and facts were like water in the bath - that is to say, I absorbed them. And just as one might wring a full sponge out before reusing it, so I wrung this gathered wisdom out to all who had ears to hear, or eyes to see. But unlike a sponge, after being wrung out, my brain retained the knowledge/water/milk/coffee. However, it was never enough for me to be told that something was so. I challenged my teachers to reveal their sources. I queried their investigative process. On more than one occasion, I would switch off the overhead projector, stand on a chair, and cry out "I don’t want to label a Bunsen Burner! I can see the tripod, the gauze, the gas tube, and that metal collar thing that rotates, thus determining the amount of air in the mix/heat of the flame! What I want to know is WHAT is fire! WHO discovered it! WHEN was it first controlled! HOW can it be harnessed for the good of mankind!" I would then proceed to use my time in the following detention to pore over textbooks, in my never-ending, unrelenting search for answers.
Other less significant Unexplainer groupies
The Unpaid Intern
Work Ethic: Could try harder.
Mystery Level 10
Spirit Animal: Honey Badger
Favourite mystery: Ham
Skills: Face bending
Buttons pushed: 3
Favourite limb: Elbow?
Favourite conspiracy: The one with bits in it.