You All Couldn't Leave Very Much Alone Could You?

You little persistent gutterslugs...

Of all the damn things to happen this game, you have made it increasingly difficult. Do you really think that just spouting to Gatsby that I am evil will sway him? I have his coherent trust, you have nothing.

God you remind me of my father... The opposition. Always being the opposite to my interests. Not this time however, this time I will get what I want no matter what.

As you can see Tom has already visited Gatsby's house and, for those of you who have read the book, you would know that the trip to New York is vastly approaching. I have big plans for that BTW and I intend to join them on the trip. Luckily, you cannot XD

We will see what happens soon enough. I want dead bodies, you want peace and harmony. Unfortunately, we can't have both...

See you on the trip!

~The Inventor

A Meeting With The Brute

August 1922

So Daisy invited Tom to come with her when she visited my house. It was tumultuous...

It was quite obvious that Tom was not pleased and neither was Nick. However Tom rarely spoke the entire time. He just stared at me, suspiciously... I fear the worst...

My friends I have a confession to make.

I am not an entrepreneur, I am a bootlegger. I illegally buy and sell alcohol at a fairly cheap price to bars and such. Even in the time it is now I know what I do is wrong but still. To be rich is to be closer to Daisy and so I will do such. However I fear that Tom is looking into my position. If my secret gets out to Daisy... I don't even want to think about that.

What should I do? Daisy means everything to me! Me and Daisy both know we love each other but that brute of a man Tom is stepping in our way! What do I do? My friends I plead of you, help me!

J.G.

Tom...

August 1922

Everyone knows about Daisy's husband Tom. His lechery is well known as well and I even hear that Daisy knows about it. He is a violent and narcissistic man from what I hear and has no regard for his wife's interests.

I was drinking tea with the inventor that morning and he happened to tell me the latest gossip about East Egg.

It turns out that Tom has acquired himself another mistress of whose name he did not know. And he also told me Tom punched her in the face and broke her nose.

How could the young and beautiful Daisy marry such a godawful, abusive man such as Tom? Poor thing...

Here is what I ask of you my friends. I want to win her back...

How can I go about it?

J.G.

Odd Comings

August 1922

The weirdest thing happened today.

I was awoke this morning to the knocking at my door. I opened it up to see a young journalist with a notebook and writing object.

He said "Any comments Mr. Gatsby?"

I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and so I replied "What?"

The man then walked away...

What in the name was all that for?

J.G.

An Old Friend and the Love of My Life

August 1922

I finally got to see Daisy again. All those years of waiting and working. I couldn't be more happy.

When I originally made the plan I didn't think it would turn out this grand. I came to Nick's house as red as a tomato and when I saw Daisy I was as hot as the sun! However, later on I got to show her around my quarters and I felt like the whole world was backing me. I lost all sense of nervousness and a great sense of pride washed over me! It was the greatest feeling! Having Daisy once again!

In other news haha.

The creator of the laptop gave me a call earlier yesterday. He said that he couldn't return my calls because he was busy and asked to meet me for lunch. I agreed. Being honest with you, I had never actually "Met" the entrepreneur. I simply bought it from his "agent" as he put it.

I realized that the Inventor was quite the aristocrat. He had a nice plantation in the south and was well versed in Science, Literature, and Politics. He was very kind and gracious to me and showed me no ill content. Which is surprising because many of you are saying such nasty things about him... Anyway, he then showed me some other features of the laptop I never knew existed! Facebook, Forums, and AIM. These foreign words astounded me. Truly this man has the intellect rivaling Mark Twain himself!

J.G.

A Little Tid Bit For You All

November 2012

Hell my friends. It is I, the inventor. You are probably wondering why I am posting on Gatsby's blog. Easy answer...

First of all, I sold the laptop to Gatsby, I can still control it good sir's.
Second,Gatsby cannot read these posts by the way. I created a software that makes the post's I create invisible to his weary eyes.

Spoiler Alert-
Gatsby met Daisy! Hooray! He brought her over to his house for tea and they both had fun together, with Nick just being there for no coherent reason. A hilarious development don't you think?

So what will you do now with this information?

Try to increase their relationship?
Destroy their relationship?
Make Gatsby fall for someone else?
Drive Gatsby to such insanity he kills Tom?

Honestly I am a little disappointed in the lack of misery lately. You have all been helping him. Have none of you the need for destruction as I? Am I one in a world of many? Perhaps.

Well if that is the case... Then I suppose I should be a player in my little game as well. You guys can make him feel all jolly happy while I try to get him to commit suicide! (I cordially decided against that) Isn't that great!? :D

My parent's always said "You're an insane piece of sh*t; you know that?" Oh no wait... That was my father. Doesn't matter though, I helped bury his grave :D

Now I hope I can bury Gatsby's. Unfortunately you all didn't do what I wanted originally so now I have to oppose you. Too bad.

I am gonna f*ck him up. :D

Happy travels my friends.

A Good Hang Out With Nick

June 1922
Me and Nick decided to take a ride for the day and eat lunch. Me and Nick discussed my past but I had the strangest feeling he didn't believe it. I haven't had the dream in awhile. I had a plan that I had arranged with Ms. Baker so that I might see my beloved Daisy again!

I hope it works...

I introduced Nick to a friend of mine Mr. Wolfsheim. He is an interesting fellow. You should probably recognize him from that scandal 3 years ago at the World Series. Yes, he rigged it.

I could tell they were getting along swimmingly. It pleased me well.

I will describe the plan when it starts taking effect.

I would also like to thank everyone who helped me with the nightmare fiasco. I feel a lot better now.

J.G.

A Chance Meeting

June 1922
I was having a gay time at the party that night. Drinks were flowing across the room, men and women enjoying themselves. It was a very good evening.

I had hoped that at least two people would attend the party that night. Nick Carraway, and a beautiful girl by the name of Daisy Buchanan.

I might as well come clean.

A long time ago me and Daisy were a loving couple. It was a love unrivaled by Romeo and Juliet, or Cleopatra and Marc Antony. I had never thought I would meet a girl so beautiful, however at the time I was poor and tried to pull myself off as rich to impress her. Unfortunately I had to join in the war effort and leave Daisy behind. Now I see what happened. She met a new man and lived a new life. However, I had always wanted to meet her once more. That is the real reason I host all of these parties.

But lo, I have more news.

I had a feeling that the young Nick Carraway had seemed familiar to me. As it turns out, after meeting with him, turns out he was in the Third Division, Ninth Machine Gun Battalion during the Great War. We talked for a bit and I also got to see a young Jordan baker, a very... Infamous golfer. I told her I was an Oxford man and some other tidbits of my life. It was surely an exciting night.

How was your weekend my friends?

Familiarity

June 1922
I was completely unable to sleep last night. I had a range of nightmares that had kept me up the whole time. I felt extremely tired and felt a good cup of Earl Grey would help.

As I was drinking the Earl Gray, I remembered that Nick Carraway fellow I saw by the docks. He was the one who had bought the house next to mine. For some reason that man seems oddly familiar and I cannot get him out of my mind. However I can't remember where I have heard that name before.

I suppose if the man is to show up at my party I may ask him myself.

J.G.

Getting Ready For The Party

June 1922
Hello my friends. It's me again.

I am finishing preparations for my next party which are to begin on Friday night. I just love having these.

Usually the concept is simple, get a nice band to play (Preferably Jazz) and round up some liquor and snacks. Sounds simple really, but what is the real main attraction is the scope.

People usually swarm my home for these parties; with numbers ranging in the hundreds! Luckily my house is big enough for such a celebration.

Now I know what you are all thinking right now... "But Mr. Gatsby, isn't alcohol illegal in the U.S. currently?" Yes my friends it is but I am sure you wouldn't rat me out. I am sure I can trust you, I can't explain why so don't ask me but I do feel like you people are a fine breed of folk. Nevertheless, I am sure I am not the only one breaking the 18th Amendment at this point in time.

Many of you are wondering what bewitched me to start these little parties in the first place. I am sorry my friends but I can't really tell you at this point in time. I hope you understand.

For those of you living in the West Egg area, or even East Egg. Maybe you can take a stop by and have a fun time! Friday is the day!

J.G.

A Brief Biography of Yours Truly

June 1922
For my second post I shall give a brief biography of bits and pieces of my life. It is so you all can get a small idea of who I am.

As you have probably seen, I am an Oxford man. I graduated from Oxford when we were given the opportunity after The Great War had ended. Yes you heard it correctly, I fought in The Great War back in '17. I will never forget those days.

Through my entrepreneurship and enthusiasm I was able to acquire large sums of money in my business and become the rich man I am today. I secured a beautiful house in West Egg and began hosting parties every weekend. I however choose not to appear completely. I have never been the best host of parties however I should hope my patrons don't mind that.

That is about all you need to know for now so I should probably add a quick update. I was out by the docks and holding my nice pocket watch out to the reflection of the sunlight. Needless to say it cast quite a green hue. Green has always been one of my favorite colors. I will be holding another party this weekend. Perhaps anyone living in the West Egg area reading this shall attend.

J.G.

Mysterious Object of Some Kind Found

June 2012
Hello my friends, my name is Jay Gatsby.

I am a young man of wealthy accommodations living in West Egg of Long Island in the United States of America. I don't like to gloat about my wealth but I feel it is applicable for this certain situation. The year is 1922, although I am sure you are aware my friends. I find this to be an odd device in it's own.

About 3 days ago, a young and aspiring inventor who I won't name, put a new invention on the market he called "The Laptop". He said it would allow the person to contact people all over the world. He said however that "Clock's mean nothing there." I don't quite understand what he meant by that but nevertheless I was intrigued to buy it. It was a for a large sum but I was able to acquire the device. In it was a "Blog" with my name put in it. When I asked the original maker what it was he merely told me that it was for recording my activities over the course of my life.

This will be my first "Post" and already this board with letters is giving me a headache. However I must note it's similarities to another device widely common nowadays. Anyways, the inventor has disappeared and I cannot contact him any longer. It doesn't matter to me but it is quirky.

West Egg is a grand area with lot's of party goers and odd folks. I hold weekend long parties every week however I don't show myself. I am not the best host if you get my saying.

I noticed that a nice home next to mine has been taken by a young man who goes by Nick Carraway. I hope to meet the man soon as that name is eerily familiar to me. In any case I hope all of you reading this "Blog" come to enjoy my story and life. I would love to continue talking about me, however I don't have much time right now to do so. And so I will end it here my friends. I hope I can get a little more used to this "Laptop" of sorts.

C'est la vie!

J.G.