Handsoffmyspuds

handsoffmyspuds, a user on ThepSMP and an inhabitant of The Mountain Range, is commonly known for his stupid fedora, (see right) but since a skin change he has yet to receive a nickname. =Friends and Acquaintances= Due to the nature of ThepSMP, and the fact that it is whitelist-only, most of the users on it ARE handsoffmyspuds'

friends. The particular list is as follows:

IToasty4

Thep_remastered

Paperback

Pumpkn

And some others (this article is under development.)

=The Adventures of Saul Goodman= Recently, on what seemed to be a casual visit to IToasty4 and his base, Spuds (portraying Saul Goodman) encountered a vision of iToasty12, causing him to flee in fear. Since then, he's been huddled in an undisclosed location within the Mountain Range. Search teams have been unable to find him so far, but the search budget has increased, and latest BreadCam technology should locate him soon enough.

ADDENDUM 11/17/2020
It is still unknown why Saul ran, but it is said he saw something so disturbing in those three that he's gone insane. Soul candles have been a cold comfort for him according to some recovered pages of a document, and some have said they have seen Saul briefly exiting his mountainside to use the community nether portal.

A NOTE FROM LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT:
Our search is so far fruitless, but we are very close to a breakthrough.

IF YOU FIND SAUL GOODMAN, CONTACT US IMMEDIATLEY.

All armed citizens are hereby deputized to ELIMINATE Goodman.

Stay strong.

ADDENDUM 11/18/2020
More pages of Saul's "journal" have been found. A transcription will follow, followed by a short explanation.

NOTE
Goodman's story has reached its full light. However, due to issues with the Mountain Range PD, we are not allowed to disclose the rest of his story at this time. However, the Goodman bunker has been located, and is in the process of renovation.

11/14/2020
I've moved into this town- the locals call it some sort of "mountain range." I guess I can see what they mean, although there’s really only one large mountain. Near the statue of that.. guy? Anyways. The locals seem nice, they’ve been kind and providing me with lumber to build my second office.

11/15/2020
“Build a second office,” Kim said. “Bring in more revenue,” she said.

Shithead.

This is hard work. Honoring someone’s wishes is hard fucking work, let me tell you. At least it’s not walking through the desert with Mike, or getting yelled at by that insane Walter White guy. I’m so fucking glad he’s dead. Larstien and Thep want me to see something at Toasty’s bunker- I’ll go tomorrow.

11/16/2020
SHIT

SHIT

SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

THERE WERE THREE OF THEM

THIS ISN’T REAL, I’M TRIPPING BALLS. SOMEBODY GAVE ME SOME OF THAT BLUE SHIT. DUNNO WHY I TRIED IT BUT THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY WHAT I JUST SAW IS REAL.

THERE’S A SECTION OF AN ABANDONED MINE, I’LL HUNKER DOWN THERE FOR NOW.

I want to go home.

11/17/2020.
It’s so hot in here. Too hot. But I know. It is just the torches. So for now I shall live in the dark. I needn’t any light, for I thrive within the night. [AREA SCRATCHED OUT WITH KNIFE OR OTHER INSTRUMENT]

I hear voices sometimes. They speak of a portal, a gateway to another world. Perhaps I shall be safe there. I am to gather my things and go immediately, praying that I am not seen by the judging eyes of those who look down upon me. Their judgement is misplaced, for I am the creator. A god amongst peasants. Crackling branches of bright light EXPUNGE from MY fingertips, like BULLETS from a MUSKET used to take those many lives.

[A blood splatter obscures a crude drawing of hundreds of eyes. The blood has been confirmed to be of 5 people, Saul’s being the least prominent, and [DATA REDACTED BY ORDER OF MRPD.]]

I have found what I seek. Bags full of a blackened sand, with cries of those absorbed upon it. I can feel their souls as they finally rise to the place I crave oh-so-much. But I am the giver, not the taker. I may set them free, let the fire cleanse them, but I shall never be set free.

ADDENDUM 3/01/2021
Hey everyone. Saul here. Recently, I had something called a psychotic episode, and unfortunately chose to seclude myself within the Bunker. Since then, the MRPD has helped me out of my bunker, and I am forever grateful for the MRPD 's help, giving me the help I needed. Thank you, officers. You can rest easy knowing I'm not going to go out and beat someone to death. That's not me. That's not who I am anymore. Thank you.

= NOTES: = Make sure to read everything normally and do not pay any attention to the bolded words!

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