 Oh hoi hoi. Now you may have noticed last Thursday was a you're wrong about video and if you weren't paying attention to I think last Tuesday and last Thursday's video where I mentioned that my schedule was changing just a little bit, I'm now doing two you're wrong about videos but we're doing them on Thursdays now. We're going to keep the r slash dank memes from site 19 for Tuesday and then that leaves me with a Tuesday free to figure something out. So we're not doing two r slash dank memes uh at the videos I think two weeks is enough to co to collect enough memes for that to work. Now I write for the SCP wiki this is a given this is part of what drew some of you to my channel in the first place uh and sometimes I post stuff and I thought well why not read that stuff on the channel. I don't do readings generally I used to do more readings I stopped because I just figured that wasn't my niche but this is stuff I wrote specifically for the wiki and I thought you're here for me let's listen to some of the stuff that I've written so let's get started everyone knew my uncle Roy was a maniac a brawler there was nothing he loved more than to get into a fight with another man and I suspect he loved that more than me but he cared for me since I was five years old it was a weird childhood uncle Roy's brother was buried somewhere in Arlington mom would pass in and out of my life from time to time and she'd mostly show up sober and when she left well if she ever said goodbye in the first place it was always with glassy eyes I think she broke Roy's heart once or twice in there too but he never let it show and all through this he'd be the one to make sure I was ready for school he'd be the one to make sure my homework was in my backpack and he'd be the one to make me a snack for break and he'd wait for me at the bus stop and with me in the mornings at the bus stops and while we were waiting for the bus we talked about our favorite wrestlers from tv until the bus came he'd give me a big hug and then he'd put up his fist and say give him a little kid when I was seven he found out I was bullying some smaller kids he sat me down and he explained that fighting was fun but it needed to be a fair fight I didn't understand really the difference he said that what I should do is wait for those kids to get bullied again and then fight the people doing the bullying he said that would be more fair and that would be more fun and turns out he was right and it made some friends for life along the way Roy worked during the day as a guard at a fancy rich guy's club and he never talked about his job and I eventually learned not to ask at night he used to make money on the side in unsanctioned fights as I got older so did he and pretty soon he had to give that up and I started wrestling in junior high and instead of fighting other people he would come and watch every match I think that cooled his itch just a little bit but it was always there because he still got into fights every once in a while I mean the cops in town knew his name and address and most of the time you just get dropped off at the house he'd come home black and blue and bloody but whole and he refused to go see a doctor even the one time when he clearly broke his wrist now he'd spent too much time in his head thinking about his mom and dad my grandparents they both died of cancer and he used to tell me that they were fine then they got checked out and then they were dead in six months he loved his mom loved his dad a little bit less but he missed them both and the idea that he go out the same way they did was kind of terrifying to him so when I finally convinced him to get that cough checked out and he got his diagnosis I don't know I kind of feel like he blamed me a little bit the doctor told him he was in for the fight of his life and he laughed about that he was still sporting a black eye from his last actual fight he stopped the doctor and told him he wasn't fighting cancer and then the doctor nodded solemnly like he'd heard it all before and kept dumping out statistics and data and projections with small cell lung cancer they called it already spread to most of his lungs they said the prognosis wasn't good but this form of cancer reacted well to treatment they said Roy could fight it need win the whole thing I guess it hit Roy like a ton of bricks because it wasn't war it was not evenly matched with it there were no valiant last stands or grand battles he was dying and he was trying not to die but everybody wants it to be a fight if they think about it that way about between two evenly matched opponents because if they think of it that way then they think of it as a worthy opponent that we can conceptualize an after four not cancer down to the mat you get to count and the referee holds up your hand in victory and afterwards we're cancer free except that's not how it works like at all he'd go in for treatment and then the treatment would almost kill him chemotherapy is supposed to go after the fastest growing cells in your body it's one of the best tools that we have to fight cancers and especially small cell lung cancer but because cancer isn't some outside opponent you're grappling with chemo is actually a matter of poisoning your whole body and hoping the cancer dies before the rest of your body does and we'd still sit and watch wwe every thursday and monday but at first those were at home and later we had to watch them from the hospital rooms tv's i'd sit there and his bedside from time to time telling him about the wrestling matches he'd missed out on because i was in high school now and then you know he made me promise not to quit and i promised i don't have words for what it was to watch him waste away but the chemo worked pretty soon the prognosis turned from not good to one to five to ten years and they gave you a kind of percent chance of recurrence out of certain years he was looking at 50 50 or so at 10 years and the cancer ended up coming back at three this time around the chemo wasn't enough and i watched him waste the rest of the way away and people still called it a fight and they'd give me their condolences ask how he was doing there's no easy way to answer that question for people he's been on a ventilator for a few weeks now yesterday a friend of his mr marshall from work came down to say hello i vaguely recognized him he hung out with my dad more than once and he mentioned how big i'd gotten since the last he'd saw me i told him i was going to college on a wrestling scholarship and perked up he asked if i was any good and i told him i was the best that was when mr marshall told me why he was really there he needed to find someone willing to fight for my uncle roi maybe i could be that someone a few days later we locked down his hospital room and mr marshall brought in some people they chanted and this weird hole opened up in the wall i walked through fully dressed in the costume that i'd chosen and my intro music was playing in the background and i walked down the ramp to the ring as what seemed like tens of thousands of screaming fans yelled my name cancer came down the ramp right after i did and well i'm gonna give it hell thank you very much for watching if you enjoyed the video please let me know down in the comments down below if you have suggestions for other types of videos i could do let me know as well in the comments down below now scroll down hit the subscribe button and then hit the notification bell next to that so you'll be notified when i upload new videos or else or else what i'm not entirely sure yet but i'll think of something then if you really want to support the channel head on over to patreon.com forward slash D samarian like everybody here on the screen already has and especially like probably wizard and definitely not a scientist and manuel null torp who have both pledged 40 this month it's nice to know that i'm not alone out here and i'll see you all again on thursday