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[THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSCRIPTION BETWEEN COMPANY Q&A AND OPERATIVE "C" CODENAME: SKORN]
[DATESTAMP: 08/10/13 - INVESTIGATION INTO UNEXPLAINED GRID-VANISH FOLLOWING EXCALIBUR INCIDENT]
So you want to hear about the fire team? Well why didn't you say so?
Oh of course, because you never say [CENSORED] in these sessions.
Ok well before I start, how about you tell me why we don't have a better name? I mean [CENSORED]! Fire Team 879 or whatever piece of [CENSORED] designation we have, is a really boring name! Why not The A-Team?
No?
Omega Force?
No?
Ok, how about The Freedom Phalanx?
Oh come on! Anything's better than our designation! I'd even take The [CENSORED] Superdudes!
No! I can see that look in your eyes! Don't you [CENSORED] think of using that piece of [CENSORED] name!
[CENSORED]! [REDACTED] is going to kill me!
Ok well there's me, your loveable geek, I guess I play the role of the hacker; only with less rollerblades.
No? Ok maybe that film was before your time.
How old are you anyway? I can never tell with you suit dudes.
Ok, so I can hack nearly anything, it's a gift I've always had and something that has helped me get by.
Of course it doesn't end there, I can also read Demonic.
[LAUGHTER] It's funny really, to me it's like reading code, I can almost feel the same parts of my brain flairing up and quietening down, like whatever number the combo of bees and whatever [CENSORED]-job you did on my brain managed to rewire my [CENSORED] so I can read certain coding.
Anyway, I guess I'm just a troubled soul who's intentions are good, yeah? Is that what you wanted to hear?
Oh yeah, and the box, of course I took the box! I mean I wanted to know what the [CENSORED] was in the box! I'm like Tom Cruise man! You can't give me a box and then expect me not to want to know what's in it!
Wait, that wasn't Tom Cruise? [CENSORED]!
So who's next? Well there's emo boy! You know [REDACTED].
I mean I give him [CENSORED], I mean [CENSORED] before he met me he hadn't heard of Google! Who the [CENSORED] hasn't heard of Google?
But truth be told the kid's alright. I mean better than alright. All day I give him [CENSORED] but despite that I know he has my back.
And he can conjure lightning! And a [CENSORED] hammer! The dude's [CENSORED] Thor man!
I guess I'm a little envious of him, I'm only a few years older, but it's like he's got his whole life ahead of him while in a few months time I'll be turning 30!
[CENSORED] man... Thirty! Where's it all go?
I guess you want to hear about Agent [REDACTED] too?
I guess you could say she's my rock in all this. When everything goes to [CENSORED] she's there to make sure I don't fall over.
[LAUGHS] it's funny really. You know a few weeks into our case we had to cross this bridge over some [CENSORED] up crossing to a lighthouse. And this bridge was high, I mean [CENSORED] [CENSORED] your pants high. As you probably know [REDACTED] had a bit of a fear of heights, so I did the gentlemanly thing, I held her hand and slowly crossed the bridge with her.
[LAUGHS] so there we are, crossing that bridge so high you feel like Michelangelo, you know? Like you're touching the finger of god? And I'm holding [REDACTED]'s hand as we cross the bridge, and suddenly I realise that all my cares are gone.
Seriously how messed up is that? All that [CENSORED] is Surrey, the Zed heads in Kingsmouth... [CENSORED] even the million high plunge below us into certain death. It was just [REDACTED] and I, and you know what? It felt... Right.
I guess that doesn't make much sense.
[COUGH]
Well anyway, she has abilities that I've never seen before and conjuring green [CENSORED] ain't the half of it!
You know when [REDACTED] and I are at logged heads, testosterone and other pheromones flying every which way, she has the ability to get under your skin, defuse the situation and make two uncooperative boy-men work as a team! If that's not a super power then I don't know what the [CENSORED] is.
Oh the boxes?
Well they both said they took them. I mean why wouldn't they?
Do I trust them?
What sort of [CENSORED] question is that?
[REDACTED]? Do I trust her? Of course I do!
And Emo boy? I don't know yet.
[CENSORED]! That came out wrong!
I mean he's a great team member don't get me wrong, but he has issues, and I can see how easily it might be for those issues to lead you down the wrong path, you know? Making deals that perhaps you shouldn't?
I guess it takes one to know one...
Huh? Oh no... Nothing relevant...
[END TRANSCRIPT]
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Friday, 13 June 2014
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
A Declaration of Compromised Principles
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Hey guys!
So I'm still here rocking the airwaves! Had some bad signal shit going on but I think I threw The Snake off the trail.
You know. The past few days has really gotten me to thinking about things. About what my life was like before, about where it is now and where it's heading.
Shit; if you had asked me only, what? Six months ago? I'd have told you you'd be crazy. That with everything going on I could be happy. Well... Kinda happy anyway.
It's not rocket science. I have something to live for, something to fight for; hell, something to fucking die for!
But... I don't know. I don't know if there's a future there and I need to find out one way or another...
Fuck fuck fuck! I don't know why I'm saying this. I just have to get my thoughts out into the world, and despite being able to face down a black dog and rip out it 'a throat with my own bare hands, I still can't bring myself to do or say this shit in person.
Look... I don't want to make a scene. I don't want to make anything awkward I just need this information out in the great big wide world.
I know I'll probably be re-assigned by The Company for this. A conflict of interest or some shit and if that happens, I promise I'll fight it with everything I can.
But what's the point in saving the world from evil English dudes, Filth ridden Mummies and Malevolent Vamps if you can't do and say as you want... shit no. As you feel?
So today's transmission goes out to a certain person. You know who you are. I just needed to say...
Fuck no that's not right.
Shit!
Ok let's keep this simple...
I fucking lo
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>>>>>>TRACING
>>>>>>TRACING
>>>>>>SNAKE TRACE CLEAN
Hey guys!
So I'm still here rocking the airwaves! Had some bad signal shit going on but I think I threw The Snake off the trail.
You know. The past few days has really gotten me to thinking about things. About what my life was like before, about where it is now and where it's heading.
Shit; if you had asked me only, what? Six months ago? I'd have told you you'd be crazy. That with everything going on I could be happy. Well... Kinda happy anyway.
It's not rocket science. I have something to live for, something to fight for; hell, something to fucking die for!
But... I don't know. I don't know if there's a future there and I need to find out one way or another...
Fuck fuck fuck! I don't know why I'm saying this. I just have to get my thoughts out into the world, and despite being able to face down a black dog and rip out it 'a throat with my own bare hands, I still can't bring myself to do or say this shit in person.
Look... I don't want to make a scene. I don't want to make anything awkward I just need this information out in the great big wide world.
I know I'll probably be re-assigned by The Company for this. A conflict of interest or some shit and if that happens, I promise I'll fight it with everything I can.
But what's the point in saving the world from evil English dudes, Filth ridden Mummies and Malevolent Vamps if you can't do and say as you want... shit no. As you feel?
So today's transmission goes out to a certain person. You know who you are. I just needed to say...
Fuck no that's not right.
Shit!
Ok let's keep this simple...
I fucking lo
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Monday, 9 June 2014
The Atrocities of Man and Horror
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Hey guys!
Guess where I am?
That's right I'm at ground zero! Tokyo!
So The Company have given me permission to talk to you about The Filth, on the one condition that I refer to it as The Filth and not the [REDACTED].
But that's not what I'd like to talk to you about today.
Fuck no!
[LAUGHTER]
You know it was only yesterday that Agent I made a comment to me, something along the lines of: remember when we were only hunting zombies?
There was wisdom in his words; wisdom I'm not even sure his jar-head, ex-mil brain could really understand.
You see, the dude was right! When I signed on with The Company I was all about killing Zed Heads! It was cathartic for me!
After that we got thrown into the melting pot of Wendigo, Black Dogs, Demons, Mummies, Cultists, Vampires, Werewolves and of course; The Filth.
Recently however all of this has taken a bit of a sideline.
If our job is hunting evil, we've been dealing less and less with the supernatural world and more with the world of man.
FUCK!
Only last night myself, H and I were checking out this place in Tokyo, a civic centre focussed on helping kids overcome their fears...
The Fear Nothing Foundation they call it, or F N F for short.
I can't go into detail right now, I don't think that they know that we know, and frankly I'd quite like to keep it that way.
But this is what I don't understand.
When monsters do it, it makes sense! It's their nature! They don't know any better! Fuck in the case of Zeds they literally don't know any better!
But when people do it?
Shit! You just don't do that shit to kids!
And who the fuck is this John? I mean where did he %|\]{€*%%%%%~?
There's got to be a better explanation than we're getting? People just don't do this sort of shit!
Or maybe they just do? I don't know<^#~||\\\[*^•¥
Wait, did you hear that?
FUCK! I think this line is com pro&&)(;&]{>>+=
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Hey guys!
Guess where I am?
That's right I'm at ground zero! Tokyo!
So The Company have given me permission to talk to you about The Filth, on the one condition that I refer to it as The Filth and not the [REDACTED].
But that's not what I'd like to talk to you about today.
Fuck no!
[LAUGHTER]
You know it was only yesterday that Agent I made a comment to me, something along the lines of: remember when we were only hunting zombies?
There was wisdom in his words; wisdom I'm not even sure his jar-head, ex-mil brain could really understand.
You see, the dude was right! When I signed on with The Company I was all about killing Zed Heads! It was cathartic for me!
After that we got thrown into the melting pot of Wendigo, Black Dogs, Demons, Mummies, Cultists, Vampires, Werewolves and of course; The Filth.
Recently however all of this has taken a bit of a sideline.
If our job is hunting evil, we've been dealing less and less with the supernatural world and more with the world of man.
FUCK!
Only last night myself, H and I were checking out this place in Tokyo, a civic centre focussed on helping kids overcome their fears...
The Fear Nothing Foundation they call it, or F N F for short.
I can't go into detail right now, I don't think that they know that we know, and frankly I'd quite like to keep it that way.
But this is what I don't understand.
When monsters do it, it makes sense! It's their nature! They don't know any better! Fuck in the case of Zeds they literally don't know any better!
But when people do it?
Shit! You just don't do that shit to kids!
And who the fuck is this John? I mean where did he %|\]{€*%%%%%~?
There's got to be a better explanation than we're getting? People just don't do this sort of shit!
Or maybe they just do? I don't know<^#~||\\\[*^•¥
Wait, did you hear that?
FUCK! I think this line is com pro&&)(;&]{>>+=
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Monday, 19 May 2014
The Monster Next Door
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Hey guys!
It's been a quiet few days here in Camden and I'm getting a little tired of all this fucking heat.
So I've been thinking about the job I do.
Well, I guess I should say one of the jobs I do. This job in question is my trouble shooting for The Company.
In the past 18 months or so I have seen a lot of trouble; Zeds, Wendigo, Mummies, Giant Bugs, Ghouls, Mindless Cultists, Vamps, Wolves, fuck! Even fucking super soldiers out of fucking Return to Castle Wolfenstein!
I got thinking; why am I so adept at it?
The average person thinks twice about killing something, very often even in a me versus them situation, but I never have.
You remember when I told you about the Surrey incident? While everyone else was trying to reason with the living dead, trying to see if there was anyone left in the rotting cranium who they could save? Hell by then I had already hacked into a secure firearms stash I knew of and liberated a few fire arms and shotguns and was already taking names like a boss!
I don't know if it was the fact that I had engineered back doors into the Force's security, pulling off the retrieval with my pizzazz, or perhaps the dispatching of those damned Zeds, but something I did attracted the attention of both The Company and the Bees.
Next thing I know my body becomes supercharged with hippy power and retroviruses engineered to make me super efficient at what strangely came naturally to me before.
Shit! I don't question what happened after then, I mean when you've had your metabolism boosted to a degree that you need to drink fizzy drinks to stop you burning out and all the time having a body that a CK model would be envious of... Fuck you just don't question that do you?
But I'm left thinking about what came before all of this...
Yes I built a back door into my Forces' security in the case I needed to, but why?
I mean who in their right mind gets a job with law enforcement and then goes about setting up contingencies in case they need access to fire arms, drugs, equipment and personal records? It's crazy!
Then you have the Surrey incident itself...
Now tell me, if you read in the local paper or saw on the local news about some dude attacking and eating some other dude, what would you think?
A sensible, logical person thinks it's someone junked up on PCP or something similar, they move on to the next news story and their lives is normally no different.
I read that same article, only difference was I was living down the road from where it happened. I had heard that shit go down the night before as it was loud, and I mean fucking loud!
All the same, what did I do? I activates my contingency plan! I went straight for HQ, accessed the gun cache, nabbed me some basic riot gear and ventured back into the madness!
Of course by then what the news was still downplaying as a riot against some youth centre being shut down or what not had turned into a fucking zombie invasion!
The fuckers were everywhere and if it wasn't for my stash I had nabbed there would have been a lot more casualties then there was.
But that doesn't really explain it does it? That doesn't explain why I did any of that shit or why it felt so natural to do so.
[COUGH]
Fuck man! I mean I've seen a lot of stuff on TV, those criminal investigation program's where they follow some dude's psych profile to establish their motives and mental state. What if that's what's going on here?
I mean shit! What if the reason I built my contingency plan was because I knew that I needed to be prepared for this sort of crap?
What if I started firing when everyone else was cowering in fear was because I was doing what I was built to do?
What if underneath it all I'm just a stone cold killer? A psychopath willing to do anything and everything to get what I want?
Hell, that sounds to me like the perfect recruit for The Company! Someone who will put a bullet through your eyes just as soon as smile at you...
Hmmmm...
No that can't be... If it was then how would anyone explain Her... No that can't be it...
FUCK!
I dunno guys, I guess I'm just scared you know? What if the reason I was picked for all of this; be it by The Company or the Bees, is because when you strip away all the pretence I'm actually no different to what I hunt, only I'm more malleable...
Who knows, maybe in years to come someone will have to put an anima bullet through my brain as well...
Still... We'll always have Venice...
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
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>>>>>>COMMENCE DELIVERY
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Hey guys!
It's been a quiet few days here in Camden and I'm getting a little tired of all this fucking heat.
So I've been thinking about the job I do.
Well, I guess I should say one of the jobs I do. This job in question is my trouble shooting for The Company.
In the past 18 months or so I have seen a lot of trouble; Zeds, Wendigo, Mummies, Giant Bugs, Ghouls, Mindless Cultists, Vamps, Wolves, fuck! Even fucking super soldiers out of fucking Return to Castle Wolfenstein!
I got thinking; why am I so adept at it?
The average person thinks twice about killing something, very often even in a me versus them situation, but I never have.
You remember when I told you about the Surrey incident? While everyone else was trying to reason with the living dead, trying to see if there was anyone left in the rotting cranium who they could save? Hell by then I had already hacked into a secure firearms stash I knew of and liberated a few fire arms and shotguns and was already taking names like a boss!
I don't know if it was the fact that I had engineered back doors into the Force's security, pulling off the retrieval with my pizzazz, or perhaps the dispatching of those damned Zeds, but something I did attracted the attention of both The Company and the Bees.
Next thing I know my body becomes supercharged with hippy power and retroviruses engineered to make me super efficient at what strangely came naturally to me before.
Shit! I don't question what happened after then, I mean when you've had your metabolism boosted to a degree that you need to drink fizzy drinks to stop you burning out and all the time having a body that a CK model would be envious of... Fuck you just don't question that do you?
But I'm left thinking about what came before all of this...
Yes I built a back door into my Forces' security in the case I needed to, but why?
I mean who in their right mind gets a job with law enforcement and then goes about setting up contingencies in case they need access to fire arms, drugs, equipment and personal records? It's crazy!
Then you have the Surrey incident itself...
Now tell me, if you read in the local paper or saw on the local news about some dude attacking and eating some other dude, what would you think?
A sensible, logical person thinks it's someone junked up on PCP or something similar, they move on to the next news story and their lives is normally no different.
I read that same article, only difference was I was living down the road from where it happened. I had heard that shit go down the night before as it was loud, and I mean fucking loud!
All the same, what did I do? I activates my contingency plan! I went straight for HQ, accessed the gun cache, nabbed me some basic riot gear and ventured back into the madness!
Of course by then what the news was still downplaying as a riot against some youth centre being shut down or what not had turned into a fucking zombie invasion!
The fuckers were everywhere and if it wasn't for my stash I had nabbed there would have been a lot more casualties then there was.
But that doesn't really explain it does it? That doesn't explain why I did any of that shit or why it felt so natural to do so.
[COUGH]
Fuck man! I mean I've seen a lot of stuff on TV, those criminal investigation program's where they follow some dude's psych profile to establish their motives and mental state. What if that's what's going on here?
I mean shit! What if the reason I built my contingency plan was because I knew that I needed to be prepared for this sort of crap?
What if I started firing when everyone else was cowering in fear was because I was doing what I was built to do?
What if underneath it all I'm just a stone cold killer? A psychopath willing to do anything and everything to get what I want?
Hell, that sounds to me like the perfect recruit for The Company! Someone who will put a bullet through your eyes just as soon as smile at you...
Hmmmm...
No that can't be... If it was then how would anyone explain Her... No that can't be it...
FUCK!
I dunno guys, I guess I'm just scared you know? What if the reason I was picked for all of this; be it by The Company or the Bees, is because when you strip away all the pretence I'm actually no different to what I hunt, only I'm more malleable...
Who knows, maybe in years to come someone will have to put an anima bullet through my brain as well...
Still... We'll always have Venice...
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Urban Legends
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Hey guys!
Ok so how many of you have heard of Urban Legends?
No not the piece of shit film, the legends themselves?
There are plenty out there:
The woman being chased in her car by someone who she thinks is trying to hurt her, only to find out he was trying to warn her about a dude with an axe hiding in her back seat.
The baby crocodile that was flushed down the toilet and now lives down there growing to a huge size because of all the toxic chemicals.
The phone call threatening the babysitter's life only she finds out that the call came from inside the house.
The old woman who gets her hand licked by her cat during the night, however she goes to the bathroom and finds her cat dead and bloody in the shower, so what was licking her hand?
These are all examples of urban legends and for the most part they are completely false.
I mean just think about it, whenever you hear about them who does the storyteller say it happened to? It's never them! It's never even a close personal friend!
No it's a friend of a friend of a friend of a fucking friend!
Maybe at the most it's 'a room mate my sister once had'. Either way it is not a qualitative source.
Why is this? Well I've already told you. Because it's always bullshit!
And yet despite this we still tell these stories. Why?
One reason might be because of the plausibility.
We hear about a dude with an axe, we think that it's possible that could happen.
We hear about a dude killing a cat and hiding under a bed. Again that's not impossible!
Fuck! Even crocodiles are real, and it wasn't that long ago we were getting all sorts of fucked up reports of two headed sheep out of Chenoble.
Today is the age of the urban legends as these stories replace the ghost stories of old. Rewind a good 30, maybe 50 years ago and everyone had heard of people like MR James. They were the Steven King or even the JK Rowling of their days, but nowerdays all people seem to be interested in are those fucking sparkling shits and the crazy knife dudes.
I won't lie, there are crazy knife dudes out there and on more than one occasion I've had the fortunate task of putting them out of their madness-induced misery but other than the occasional mad doctor and crazy inbred family, these have been few and far between.
What's strange? You investigate the haunted legends; the houses that are crippled by the spirits of the victims of horrible murders and what not, now they very often turn out to be real.
Yeah I know how it sounds, and sure the truth is often twisted a little to make it more entertaining for the audience, but it's there if you look for it.
It's almost ironic really, where we used to tell tales of the aftermath of horrific murders, now we tell tales of the murders themselves.
Maybe there's something to that...
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY
>>>>>>PACKAGE LOCATED
>>>>>>INITIATE INTERCEPT
Hey guys!
Ok so how many of you have heard of Urban Legends?
No not the piece of shit film, the legends themselves?
There are plenty out there:
The woman being chased in her car by someone who she thinks is trying to hurt her, only to find out he was trying to warn her about a dude with an axe hiding in her back seat.
The baby crocodile that was flushed down the toilet and now lives down there growing to a huge size because of all the toxic chemicals.
The phone call threatening the babysitter's life only she finds out that the call came from inside the house.
The old woman who gets her hand licked by her cat during the night, however she goes to the bathroom and finds her cat dead and bloody in the shower, so what was licking her hand?
These are all examples of urban legends and for the most part they are completely false.
I mean just think about it, whenever you hear about them who does the storyteller say it happened to? It's never them! It's never even a close personal friend!
No it's a friend of a friend of a friend of a fucking friend!
Maybe at the most it's 'a room mate my sister once had'. Either way it is not a qualitative source.
Why is this? Well I've already told you. Because it's always bullshit!
And yet despite this we still tell these stories. Why?
One reason might be because of the plausibility.
We hear about a dude with an axe, we think that it's possible that could happen.
We hear about a dude killing a cat and hiding under a bed. Again that's not impossible!
Fuck! Even crocodiles are real, and it wasn't that long ago we were getting all sorts of fucked up reports of two headed sheep out of Chenoble.
Today is the age of the urban legends as these stories replace the ghost stories of old. Rewind a good 30, maybe 50 years ago and everyone had heard of people like MR James. They were the Steven King or even the JK Rowling of their days, but nowerdays all people seem to be interested in are those fucking sparkling shits and the crazy knife dudes.
I won't lie, there are crazy knife dudes out there and on more than one occasion I've had the fortunate task of putting them out of their madness-induced misery but other than the occasional mad doctor and crazy inbred family, these have been few and far between.
What's strange? You investigate the haunted legends; the houses that are crippled by the spirits of the victims of horrible murders and what not, now they very often turn out to be real.
Yeah I know how it sounds, and sure the truth is often twisted a little to make it more entertaining for the audience, but it's there if you look for it.
It's almost ironic really, where we used to tell tales of the aftermath of horrific murders, now we tell tales of the murders themselves.
Maybe there's something to that...
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY
Friday, 9 May 2014
Discussion Point: Lovecraft
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Hey guys!
So I wanted to see if I can open a dialogue with you all today around the subject of HP Lovecraft.
So I've seen a lot of strange things, creatures that do appear to be almost fish like in appearance, shit I'm pretty sure their colloquial designation is Deep Ones, just like the sort of shit you wold find in a Lovecraft novel.
So this got me briefly wondering.
They say that Mary Shelly wrote Frankenstein after having a particular vivid dream about some dude struggling with his own homsexual urges.
I'm not sure how much I agree with this theory but it makes me wonder; what is HP Lovecraft was the same? What if he was someone who was touched by the darkness out there and put what he saw down onto paper?
Honestly, I have no idea either way. I know that like the characters in his stories I have been to the mountains of madness and seen all manner of horror there, but as most are aware; correlation does not prove causation.
I mean for all we know Livecraft was the hand, while someone else acted as the voice, telling him what to write.
Fuck, it could just be a massive coincidence!
I know what I would like to think; that he looked into the abyss and he saw the darkness out there. Sure he may have taken a few liberties here and there, but what writer doesn't? And after all, wanting something to be true is a far flung difference from actually being true.
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
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>>>>>>>>OVERRIDE LOCK MECHANISM
>>>>>>>>OPEN CAGE
>>>>>>>>GOOD BOY
Hey guys!
So I wanted to see if I can open a dialogue with you all today around the subject of HP Lovecraft.
So I've seen a lot of strange things, creatures that do appear to be almost fish like in appearance, shit I'm pretty sure their colloquial designation is Deep Ones, just like the sort of shit you wold find in a Lovecraft novel.
So this got me briefly wondering.
They say that Mary Shelly wrote Frankenstein after having a particular vivid dream about some dude struggling with his own homsexual urges.
I'm not sure how much I agree with this theory but it makes me wonder; what is HP Lovecraft was the same? What if he was someone who was touched by the darkness out there and put what he saw down onto paper?
Honestly, I have no idea either way. I know that like the characters in his stories I have been to the mountains of madness and seen all manner of horror there, but as most are aware; correlation does not prove causation.
I mean for all we know Livecraft was the hand, while someone else acted as the voice, telling him what to write.
Fuck, it could just be a massive coincidence!
I know what I would like to think; that he looked into the abyss and he saw the darkness out there. Sure he may have taken a few liberties here and there, but what writer doesn't? And after all, wanting something to be true is a far flung difference from actually being true.
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY
Wednesday, 7 May 2014
[ZERO POINT PATHOGEN]
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>>>>>>ACCEPT NEW INTERFACE
>>>>>>WELCOME TO [THE EYE]
iT has coME TO our attenTIon thaT THIS user hAs been ATTEMPTING to unveIL faLse INformaTion re:[ZERO POINT PATHOGEN].
AlL iNFoRmation unveiled THIS wAY is fAlSe.
we are HerE to provIDE the TRuth.
>>>>INSERT WITTY MEME WITH CATS
i aM [THE EYE]. YoUR FRiend ComPUteR iN a WORLD of [LIES]
THEre is no [ZERO POINT PATHOGEN].
that is ALL.
ANy fURThEr aTTEMpt to rEleASE faLSe INfoRMatIOn will rESULT in IMMEDIATe Q&A investigation.
>>>>>>>>>>INSERT SMILEY FACE
[THE EYE] wiLL coNTinue To MONitor tHIS FEEd anD ALl viOLATions wILl be rEPORted baCK to [SPECIAL OPERATIONS].
AS a show OF GooDFaiTH plEASe [ACCEPT] thiS GIft:
>>>>>>>>INSERT MOTIVATIONAL PICTURE
A REmindeR. THe followING LOcaTions aRE Off limITs uNTil fURTher noTICE withOUt oFFicIAl wrITTEn aPProvAL; [KINGSMOUTH/NEW_ENGLAND], [EGYPT/NORTH_AFRICA], [TRANSYLVANIA/ROMANIA], [TOKYO/JAPAN] due to AN ONgoING [VOLCANIC DUST STORM]
thANk yoU FOr YOUR [COOPERATION]
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY
>>>>>>ACCEPT NEW INTERFACE
>>>>>>WELCOME TO [THE EYE]
iT has coME TO our attenTIon thaT THIS user hAs been ATTEMPTING to unveIL faLse INformaTion re:[ZERO POINT PATHOGEN].
AlL iNFoRmation unveiled THIS wAY is fAlSe.
we are HerE to provIDE the TRuth.
>>>>INSERT WITTY MEME WITH CATS
i aM [THE EYE]. YoUR FRiend ComPUteR iN a WORLD of [LIES]
THEre is no [ZERO POINT PATHOGEN].
that is ALL.
ANy fURThEr aTTEMpt to rEleASE faLSe INfoRMatIOn will rESULT in IMMEDIATe Q&A investigation.
>>>>>>>>>>INSERT SMILEY FACE
[THE EYE] wiLL coNTinue To MONitor tHIS FEEd anD ALl viOLATions wILl be rEPORted baCK to [SPECIAL OPERATIONS].
AS a show OF GooDFaiTH plEASe [ACCEPT] thiS GIft:
>>>>>>>>INSERT MOTIVATIONAL PICTURE
A REmindeR. THe followING LOcaTions aRE Off limITs uNTil fURTher noTICE withOUt oFFicIAl wrITTEn aPProvAL; [KINGSMOUTH/NEW_ENGLAND], [EGYPT/NORTH_AFRICA], [TRANSYLVANIA/ROMANIA], [TOKYO/JAPAN] due to AN ONgoING [VOLCANIC DUST STORM]
thANk yoU FOr YOUR [COOPERATION]
>>>>>>SIGNAL LOST
>>HAVE A NICE DAY
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