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He wears a red and white shirt, but he doesn't stand out. He's a spec in the crowd, desperately wanting to be noticed but we all glance over him. He got his wish, we're all looking at him, but it's too late.
Secret of ascending, ancient aliens technology, language of exists species, government secrets. Archeological work. He was connected with Daniel family.
It reminds me a lot of the 80’s and movies by John Carpenter. Especially the “Scooby Doo What Are You?” video. EDIT: Thank you for the heart, I know it’s not much, but it made me happy.
"Let me ask you something. If a guy hides himself away for his whole life; is never seen by anyone, never leaves any marks on anyone or makes any lasting changes; can you really call him alive?"
What does it mean "exists" anyway? Just being there? Leaving a mark in someone's life? How can humans tell if god exists or not when they can't even answer that for themselves???
@@Fact_core this is not a correlation, what your saying is, “if a tree falls in the forest, and you don’t see it, is it a tree?” You see how that makes no sense and doesn’t correlate to the tree.
Waldo, after being discharged from 'nam, was mesmerized by the Viet-kongs ability to hide in plain sight, studied their ways and became Americas top missing persons case
@@tunguska2370 depends if its native viet or sino xenic iirc nuom chu, not sure actually like there are two words for e.g., native one and hanzi derived one
The day he died was like any other, Lost in a ocean people wandering but today was a bit special, Today was his 76 birthday but as every birthday before had no one to spend it with no family, friends, or even loved ones, alone like every other day and as he walked through the ocean of thousands of people he began to get tired so he took a seat on a bench he sat there for a minute contemplating his loneliness so lost in his own thoughts he barely even realized the man beside him, He was a older gentleman himself looked like he came fresh from the war the silence between the two making this mysterious man uncomfortable he looked over and calmly asked “how are you today”, Waldo was amazed by this for his whole life no one even noticed him but now someone asked how he was he lit up with excitement so happy he could barely even fumble around his words all he could say was “better now” he got so excited that his heart gave out right there as he was dying on, the, floor, people began to notice and worry they looked and asked are you okay will you be okay and he shed a single tear and said “better now”.
Its just the same person but Americans changed the name for some reason. Dunno why they like to do that. Also notice how all the words Americans change they make them into stupid ones?
@@basedblackbeard4456 I thought so. Wikipedia says "Where's Wally? (called Where's Waldo? in North America) is a British series of children's puzzle books created by English illustrator Martin Handford.
@@basedblackbeard4456 I think the main reason International English is different from our English is because newspapers charge by the letter and it meant that companies could pay less to say the same thing. Also, the reason they have so many Z'd instead of S's is because the letter itself stands out more because its one of the least used letters in English. It's interesting because when I went to America I noticed they have tonnes of adverts. For anything, on anything.
He didn't do it, he was innocent, it was obvious, but the judge didn't care. Everyone wanted justice.... no..... they wanted a sacriface, like if that were going to make the kid back to life. He had wife, childrens, friends.... and he lost them all in that trial. Death sentence was the conclusion. I was working on the case, he was there because of me, but at that moment, I didn't realized what have I did. While we were transporting him to the electric chair there was a traffic accident, and he recovered faster than any of us, he escaped. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, he couldn't went that far, well, we thought the same. Then while everyone was searching for him I went to my office and checked the proves again, and my biggest fear became real, he was innocent, but the judge didn't hear me... no.... he didn't want to. Two years later we found the culprit, and at that moment the judge knew that he musted heard us. Waldo was declare innocent, we knew we wouldn't found him, so we told the tv to announce it, but he didn't appear, he would have though that it was a trick to make him come out, I don' blame him, he trusted us and we failed him, he didn't wanted to be in that situation again. Fourty years have passed, and we finally found him, but because he couldn't run anymore. I though he would have suffer all of this time, he couldn't see his family or friend, i though he would have been alone all of this time. But he had a smile on his face, so maybe I was wrong.... I hope I was wrong. Maybe he lived a happy live or maybe I just imagine things to no feel the fault of destroying a live. I don't know, but at least, it's all over.
"Waldo" never died that day. The body inside the coffin was an old and forgotten man. He was approached by a man in red and white and a woman draped in crimson. The bargain was made, everyone got something. The old man was useful again, loved, mourned, people cried over him. He became Waldo. The man in red and white gained freedom, peace, and a new chance at life. He was Waldo, but no more. The woman in crimson pulled off the greatest heist. Carmen Sandiego stole the truth from the world in order to regain her heart; the man in white and red. The world never knew, but these three did and will take it to their graves.
Waldo simply found himself, knowing that he was just another person in a crowd trying to be noticed, he embraced it and lived his life without the worry of being noticed, he was content with who he was. He was smiling every time someone found him, so deep down he knew he made a difference, he took that smile to the grave and died surrounded by loved ones, still smiling through it all because you found him when no one else would. You helped Waldo, you can help others, you can find peace in this big world if you change it for the better, you matter.
You only found one dead Waldo out of countless others. You haven’t found the one true Waldo yet. You should know this from Where’s Waldo The Fantastic Journey. In that book page 23 after Waldo found the 12th scroll he learned with us he is only one Waldo out of countless others in The Land of Waldos.
Waldo stood, looking out at the expansive ocean, the cool winds of a summer’s night keeping him at a perfect temperature. He shifted his back a bit, his ragged hat and striped sweater itching at his wrinkled skin. He though back to his wife and son, smiling jovially as they drove off to his son’s school. He watched in agony as a drunken truck driver struck their car just a block away from his suburban home, killing them instantly. Their car was flattened before the driver even hit the brakes. Waldo strained to remember what happened next, but could only recall the aftermath. He recalled the warmth of the drivers blood as he died slowly, the lead from Waldo’s Smith and Wesson festering within him. He remembered taking his old car from his driveway and driving for days without stopping, feeling no guilt for leaving a dead man on the cold town road. Waldo would live off of the lands he passed through as he enacted vengeance on the drunkards that killed so many, justifying his crimes with the hope his family’s death could be avenged. He killed without remorse. Without fail. And when the police finally caught on to his horrific sting of murders, he vanished into crowds. Grainy photos and witness accounts allowed the police to track him down, after his 27 years of running and hiding, never once stopping but for gas and bullets. Now, as he stood here in on the Bay, the sounds of sirens slowly approaching in his ears, he took a bottle of pills from his pocket. He smiled, his graying skin stretching in a genuine yet sinister grin. He opened the pill bottle, pouring the painkillers into his mouth and swallowing the lot without a drop of water. Waldo’s mind began to dwindle, as the soft sunset gave way to a bright light when he collapsed onto the ground, his smile unbroken. At the end of the long tunnel he saw his family, looking upon him with an affection he longed for more than one could know. “You found us, Waldo.” Said his wife, her youthful beauty still radiating after so long. “You found us.”
After everything was said and done, noone knew his real name, his family vanished and the only thing that could be on his grave was... Waldo, whenever I look at that grave I get chills. He brings terror to people even in death.
His true identity was erased by the government when he joined the program. The people who knew the truth about him all died mysteriously after he was found.
