Introduction Into Darkness

[Demondaze 0]

This is your last chance.

 

Whatever brought you to this moment, wherever or however you found these words, back out now. Put the book back on the shelf, throw the magazine in the trash, close the browser and delete your history. Whatever it takes to keep you from reading, do it. If you don't, then you risk your world being pulled out from under you . If you don't turn back now, everything you know will be proven to be a lie. Everything you thought to be real will be stripped away, bit by bit, piece by piece, until all you're left with is the cold, awful truth.

 

This is your final warning. Turn away while you can.

 

Alright. You didn't listen. But don't say I didn't warn you.

 

Remember those nightmares you had when you were a kid? The monsters under your bed, the bogeymen in your closet, the goblins under the stairs? They weren't just your imagination. Creatures dwell in the hidden places. They watch you, stalk you, and prey on your body and soul. The life you lead is a lie. Your darkest fears aren't make believe.

 

And we are not alone.

 

Beneath skyscrapers, leering gargoyles, factories spewing smoke and streets packed with the mortal press lurk things we were not ever meant to see. Crimes no man was ever meant to witness, much less understand; acts of charity at once beautiful and bizarre. Silent miracles and vicious curses the likes of which no modern man could hope to achieve, even in their wildest dreams. A world so unlike our own, it drives men crazy to try and conceive they are one and the same.

 

Hey there. My name is Jimmy. Just Jimmy. I'm not giving you a last name, or even a job title. You wouldn't be able to track me down even if I did, but sometimes it's better safe than sorry. If you're reading this, then something happened to you recently, something that opened your eyes and drew back the blinds. You've caught a glimpse of what lies beneath, and now you can't look away. You can't ignore what you know and go back to a life of quiet desperation. You can't shut up and pretend everything is fine. In short, you've refused to eat crap and smile about it.

 

I'd like to help you, but I can't. You'll have to figure this out on your own. I can give you advice, though, and in that respect I have just two things to tell you. First, you are not alone. We may not be many, but there are those of us out there who know "reality" isn't quite what it seems. We usually refer to ourselves as freaks or lunatics, if we bother to at all. We're not a brotherhood, or a union, or anything like that at all. Everybody else we do have a name for, however. We call them the Clueless; a classification that included yourself not to long ago. If you survive long enough, you'll learn how to tell us apart from them. It's something about the way we carry ourselves, about the look in our eye, that sets us apart.

 

And about the Clueless; don't get them involved. Most people don't notice the things going on around them because they choose not too. They're just not equipped to handle the truth. Pull back the curtain too fast, and you might make them go blind. Or worse, you might taint them with the Darkness, and then you're in a whole new world of trouble. Best just to let the Clueless be.

 

Hey, look at it this way. What the Clueless don't know won't hurt them. Various factions have been feeding them morsels of information for years. Montague Summers; Alastair Crowley; The Mad Arab; White Wolf Game Studios; Anne Rice; all fronts, all feeding the Clueless just enough to keep them blissfully ignorant, and not one giving up a fraction of all they know. What's more, even if you do manage to separate fact from fiction and fit the pieces together, you won't have begun to even scratch the surface. It's like a great big puzzle, only the more pieces you find, the less of the picture makes sense. And when you finally think you're done, and you sit back to take a look at all your hard work, you find out the pieces never really fit in the first place.

 

That's the other thing I have to tell you. You think you're searching for hidden truths. But you will never find the truth. You won't. The best you can hope for is some sense of how much you don't know. Finding the truth was never really a reasonable goal in the first place. It's a maze without an exit, and the door you entered isn't there anymore. Record what details you can, forget the things that haunt your dreams at night, and remember the only truth you'll ever learn.

 

Shadows conceal only more shadows.

[Dark Dragon 0]

Hey nice work there, Keep up the good work

I don't have time to critsaize right now(school, you know)and WEEELCOME to the forums