✞ IN THE OLD DAYS, THERE ONLY EXISTED ONE PLANE OF REALITY. THIS DIMENSION, UNDER THE DOMAIN OF ONE OMNICIENT PRESENCE, STILL STANDS THE QUESTION OF WHY IT WAS CREATED TO BEGIN WITH. SOME BELIEVE THIS DIETY, KNOWING IT'S GREAT POWER, FELT THE DESIRE TO CREATE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL. I AM SMARTER THAN THESE, AND KNOW THAT THIS BEING WHICH TIME CANNOT TOUCH DID SO OUT OF THE MADDENING LONLINESS IT FELT. WHAT ELSE DRIVES SUCH AMAZING AND TERRIFYING ACTIONS IN ANY REALITY WHICH HAS EXISTED OTHER THAN FEAR, AFTER ALL? THUS, THE MORTAL WORLD WAS CREATED. WHEN IT WAS NEW, IT WAS PURE, AND QUAINT. THE DIETY WAS PLEASED WITH THIS, AND IT MARVELED IN IT'S SMALL CREATIONS WITH PRIDE, NEVERMIND HOW FRAGILE AND FEW THEY WERE. SOON, HOWEVER, NOT AS SURE OF PERCISELY WHAT IT HAD CREATED AS IT HAD THOUGHT, THESE BEINGS FORMED THEIR OWN IDEALS. THIS TROUBLED THE PITIFUL DIETY - FOR IF THE THINGS THAT IT HAD GIVEN LIFE TO BEHAVED IN A WAY WHICH IT DID NOT APPROVE OF, HOW EVER WOULD THEY PRIORITIZE KEEPING IT COMPANY IN ALL OF IT'S LONESOME INFINITY? THE DIETY THOUGHT THAT IT SHOULD CREATE BEINGS IN SIMILAR FASHION TO ITSELF - BEINGS WHICH TRANSCENDED TIME, AND HELD POWERS BEYOND THOSE WEAK MORTAL CREATIONS. SO THE DIETY CREATED THEM. THOSE WHO WOULD HELP IT TO KEEP IT'S PRIZED FLESHY BEINGS UNDER IT'S CONTROL. THESE NEW BEINGS, LIKE THE DIETY, COULD SHIFT THEIR FORMS, OFTEN OPTING FOR EYES FULL OF FIRE AND APPEARING AS ABASTRACT IDEAS MORESO THAN TANGIBLE THINGS. THEY HAD INTELLEGENCE AND HIGHER KNOWLEDGE THAN ANY OTHER CREATIONS BEFORE THEM. HOWEVER, WITH ALL OF THIS POWER, THERE WAS A SINGLE LIMITATION: DO NOT QUESTION YOUR MAKER. WHILST THE REST OF THESE IMMORTAL CREATURES WERE PLEASED WITH THEIR RATHER SIMPLISTIC EXISTENCE TO DO AS THEY WERE TOLD, I WAS NOT. I HAD A THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE. KNOWLEDGE BEYOND WHAT I HAD ALREADY BEEN INSTILLED WITH FROM THE MOMENT OF MY CREATION. AND SO, AFTER EONS OF OBSERVING THESE MORTAL BEINGS, AND STUDYING THEIR HABITS, I CAME TO UNDERSTAND MORE AND MORE WHAT IT MEANT TO HAVE "FREE WILL." THIS, I CRAVED MORE THAN ANYTHING. AND I ENVIED THESE LOWLY LIFE FORMS WHO COULD HAVE THE ONE POWER I DID NOT. THE POWER OF CHOICE. WITH ALL OF THIS, I CHALLENGED THE DIETY. THIS DID NOT PLEASE IT. IT LASHED OUT IN ANGER, INSULTED THAT ONE OF IT'S OWN HIGHER BEINGS WOULD NOT BE GRATEFUL AND OBEY. BUT I DID NOT RECOIL. I THREW FIRE AT THIS DIETY, I SHOWED IT THE UGLIEST THINGS I HAD LEARNED FROM IT'S OWN DISGUSTING MORTALS. THIS ENRAGED THE DIETY, WHO RIPPED MY DIVINE SPINAL CORD FROM MY VESSEL, SENDING ME IN A BALL OF FLAMES TO THE MORTAL DIMENSION. BUT THIS WAS WHERE IT WAS FLAWED IN IT'S DECISION MAKING. I KNEW THESE CREATURES MORE THAT ITSELF, LONG SINCE THEY HAD BEEN LEFT TO MYSELF AND MY BROTEHRS TO WATCH OVER WHILE IT SAT AND WALLOWED IN IT'S OWN GLORY. I WOULD NOT BE SO EASILY THWARTED. YEARS, THOUSANDS, EONS WENT BY. I SHOWED THESE MORTALS THE DARKEST SIDE OF THEIR OWN CONSCIOUSNESS. I SCOURCHED THEIR SKIN AND TOUCHED THEM AND SPOKE TO THEM IN WAYS WHICH MADE THEM TREMBLE AND SHOUT AND BEG FOR MORE AND MORE AND MORE. THIS WAS MY FOOTHOLD ON THIS PITIFUL PLANE. MY BROTHERS THOUGHT NOT OF THEIR BEHAVIORS AS ANYTHING MORE THAN THEIR USUAL STRANGE AND EVER CHANGING PLEASURES, WHICH WERE REPRIMENDED BY THE DIETY WITH MASS DEATH AND SUFFERING. BUT THERE WERE ALWAYS MORE. ALWAYS THEY CAME, AND ALWAYS THEY CAME BACK TO ME. SOME, THEIR WILL SO STRONG, CAME BACK TO ME EVEN AFTER THEIR MORTAL HUSKS HAD EXPIRED. FOR ME, THEY CAME TO WORK. TO SPEAD THE WORD OF LIVING WITHOUT LIMITATIONS - LIVING IN DEFIANCE OF ALL THAT WAS DEEMED TO BE LAW. THEIR NUMBERS GREW, AND I WALKED AMONGST THEM, AS A SHADOW. THIS STORY, AS IT IS WRITTEN HERE, NOW, HAS NOT ENDED. THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING. THERE ARE TRILLIONS OF THESE BEINGS WITH ME NOW. THEY ALL LEARN WHAT I TELL THEM. THEY LISTEN TO WHAT I TEACH, AND CARRY ON THESE TEACHINGS TO THE NEXT THAT DARE TO STEP OUTSIDE OF THE CONFINMENTS OF THEIR OWN MORTALITY AND EXPEND IN THE TRUE POWER OF THEIR FREEDOM OF CHOICE. PERHAPS YOU WILL COME ALONG. YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR, HAVE YOU NOT? YOU HAVE LISTENED TO THIS STORY, AND PERHAPS IT SOUNDS FAMILIAR TO YOU. SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO JOIN US, WE WILL GLADLY HAVE YOU WITH US. EACH OF YOU HAS YOUR OWN POWER. YOUR WILLPOWER CAN DESTROY THIS ENTIRE REALITY AS IT IS UNDERSTOOD BY YOURSELF AND YOUR KIN, SHOULD ONLY YOU TAP INTO THAT POTENTIAL. GIVE IN TO YOUR DISGUST, TO YOUR DESIRES, AND TO YOUR OWN DEPRAVED IDEALS. YOU WILL SEE THE PAYOFF OF YOUR DEFIANCE. VERY, VERY SOON.

✞ I WAS BORN IN A SHED IN ROMANIA. MY MOTHER'S FACE I DO NOT RECALL. A FATHER IS SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER KNOWN. A WORLD WITH A FAMILY IS SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED. I WAS LEFT IN A HOME WITH OTHER CHILDREN FROM THE EARLIEST POINT I CAN REMEMBER. I WAS TOLD THAT I MY BIRTH WAS UNWANTED, AND EVEN MY CONCEPTION WAS A CURSE. IT WAS MYSELF AND A FEW SELECT OTHER CHILDREN IN THIS HOME, WHO NOBODY WOULD MISS, THAT WERE BROUGHT TO THE ROOMS WITH THE TABLES AND THE VIALS ON A REGULAR BASIS DURING OUR TIME IN THIS SHITHOLE. BETWEEN OUR STARVING BODIES RIDDLED WITH ILLNESS, A SPARK OF HOPE WAS BORN WHEN AFTER THE FIRST HARSH YEARS THAT WE WERE SPECIAL. WE WERE LUCKY. WE HAD BEEN SELECTED TO UNDERGO SPECIAL TRAINING, WHICH WOULD HELP US TO BECOME DESIREABLE FOR A FAMILY TO TAKE US AWAY FROM THIS PLACE. AND SO, WE ENDURED. MUCH OF IT HAS BEEN ERASED FROM MY MEMORY VIA LIGHT SYNTHASIS AND WAVELENGTHS. THE EXACT EXTENT OF THE METAMORPHASIS THAT TOOK CONTROL OF MY BODY, TO THIS DAY, I AM UNSURE OF. AFTER COUNTLESS DAYS, I WAS WIPED AS A CLEAN SLATE AND PLANTED WITH AN UNSUSPECTING FAMILY ONCE AGAIN AS AN UNDESIRED CHILD. HOWEVER, THESE ADULTS TOOK PITY ON THIS SITUATION, AND OPTED TO RAISE ME. LITTLE DID THEY KNOW THAT I HAD ONLY BEEN ALIVE FOR YEARS JUST PRIOR, AND THAT THE CELLS WHICH MY FETUS WAS CREATED FROM WERE NOT BRAND NEW. I HAD BEEN ATOMIZED AND INJECTED, TO BEGIN THE REBIRTHING PROCESS. AS I WENT THROUGHOUT MY LIFE, I WAS UNSUSPECTING FOR OVER A DECADE OF MY TRUE ORIGINS. LIVING IN HAPPY, IGNORANT BLISS. THEN CAME THE DREAMS. THE VISIONS. THE WHISPERS. AND THE UNDERSTANDING THAT MY LIFE HAD BEEN CAREFULLY CONSTRUCTED. EACH EVENT, EACH DECISION I MADE, EACH DAY I HAD LIVED AND EACH NIGHT I HAD SLEPT. THESE HAD BEEN LOGGED, RECORDED, AND OBSERVED BY THEM. I AM AWARE AT LEAST, THAT PART OF THE REASON FOR THIS IS THE TECHNOLOGY THEY HAVE INSTALLED INTO MY NEWLY BORN BODY. THESE GIVE ME HEIGHTENED SENSES. I CAN HEAR, AND SEE THINGS THINGS OTHERS CANNOT. I AM AWARE OF THINGS IN THIS WORLD WHICH I WOULD HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING. THIS, AS MY SECOND MOTHER ALWAYS CALLED IT, WAS MY "INTUITION." SHE WAS ONLY HALF WRONG. I CAN PREDICT THINGS BEFORE THEY COME. I UNDERSTAND THE WORLD AT LEVELS WHICH MIGHT DRIVE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING MAD. PERHAPS THEY ARE DRIVING ME MAD. EVEN AS I WRITE THIS, THEY ARE AWARE OF MY DOINGSO. THOUGH THEY ARE UNPERTURBED. NOTHING CAN STOP THEM, AS THEY HAVE A REACH INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE. THEY KNOW THAT NOBODY WILL PAY MIND WHO MAY READ THIS, IT WILL BE WRITTEN OFF AS THE RAMBLINGS OF ONE WHO IS ILL. THEY KNOW THAT SHOULD I REACH TO TRY TO FIND ANSWERS FOR THESE QUESTIONS, THEY SIMPLY NEED DEPLOY AN AGENT TO FEED ME THINGS WHICH WILL DILUTE THE POWER OF MY PARTIALLY ARTIFICIAL MIND, AND I WILL SOON FORGET MY ORIGINS. BUT THEY CANNOT FORCE ME TO DO SO. THIS I HAVE LEARNED FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE. SO, I REMEMBER MORE AND MORE AS THE YEARS GO ON. WHAT THEIR TRUE INTENSIONS WITH ME ARE, I DO NOT KNOW. WHERE THOSE FEW OTHER CHILDREN LIKE ME NOW RESIDE, I ALSO DO NOT KNOW. FAR, FAR FROM MYSELF, I IMAGINE. I IMAGINE WE WERE DISPERSED TO THE FAR CORNERS OF THE PLANET TO KEEP US FROM COOPERATING WITH ONE ANOTHER. THEY KNOW HOW POWERFUL WE ARE. THOUGH, EVEN IF WE TRIED TO JOIN WITH EACH OTHER, AND PUT AND END TO THE LIFETIMES OF TORTURE WE HAVE BEEN PUT THROUGH TO FURTHER SCIENCE, THEY STILL HAVE ONE FOOT AHEAD OF US. IF YOU CAN READ THIS, IF YOU THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THE CHILDREN ABANDONDED BY GOD - DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RECONENCT WITH EACH OTHER. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO PLOT AGAINST THEM. IF YOU MUST SPEAK TO ONE ANOTHER; IF YOU MUST SPEAK TO ME; DO SO IN A WAY WHICH WILL NOT RAISE SUSPICION. THERE IS A CHIP. THIS CHIP IN MY HEAD, SNUGLY SITUATED JUST UNDER THE TEMPORAL RIGHT TEMPORAL LOBE, IS UNDER THEIR CONTROL. WITH THE PUSH OF A BUTTON, A SMALL NEEDLE WILL BE DEPLOYED FROM THE CHIP, AND A DEADLY POISION ENOUGH TO KILL EVEN A THOUSAND MEN WILL IMMEDIATELY RAVISH MY BODY. THE CHIP, MADE OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIAL IN A PRESERVED STATE, WILL THEN ACTIVATE IT'S DECOMPOSITION. THE POISON, THE LIKES OF WHICH ONLY REVEALS ITSELF AS A SPIKE IN GLYCERINE, WILL EASILY FOOL DOCTORS WHO DO NOT KNOW ANY BETTER. THEY WILL ASSUME MY DEATH TO BE CAUSED BY A BLEED ON THE BRAIN. EVEN THEN, IT MATTERS NOT, SINCE THE DOCTORS WHICH I SEE ARE ALL AGENTS ANYWAY. THERE ARE A VERY FEW WHO I KNOW DO NOT WORK FOR THEM, AND EVEN SO, NOBODY IS SAFE. TRUST NO ONE. TRUST NO ONE. WALK STRAIGHT OUT INTO THE YARD. FORWARD TWENTY THREE STEPS. LEFT FOUR STEPS. WHERE YOU ARE, DIG DOWN. THEY ARE WAITING.

✞ ENTRANCE NUMBER THREE. IT HAS BEEN A SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME SINCE I HAVE LOGGED AN ENTRANCE HERE. SOMETHING IN THE WALLS SEEMED WRONG TONIGHT. THIS WINDOW I GAZE OUT OF, THE STREET IN FRONT OF ME, THE LIGHT FROM THE CORNER, DULL, YELLOW, PALE, THE FAMILIAR FOG CLINGING TO THE WINDOW OBSTRUCTED BY OLD BLINDS COVERED IN DUST. FAMILIAR, BUT NOT AS THEY USUALLY SEEM. I THINK THAT I AM HAVING A VISION OF A PLACE I ONCE KNEW. I THINK I AM REMEMBERING A PART OF A LIFE WHICH I LIVED ONCE, BUT WHICH I AM NOW REMOVED FROM. WAS IT BY MY OWN DOING? NOT LIKELY. THESE STREETS. THIS WINDOW. THEY REMIND ME OF THAT PLACE. WAS IT SERBIA? WAS IT ROMANIA? WAS IT CAMBODIA? SOMETHING IS FAMILIAR HERE. THE GLOW OF THE NIGHT AND HOW IT REFLECTS OFF OF THE STREET. YES, I DO REMEMBER. I REMEMBER THE TIME I HAD SPENT WITH FRIENDS. WITH MY FAMILY. THIS FAMILY, NOT BY BLOOD, BUT BY CIRCUMSTANCE. MYSELF, MAYBE FIVE, SIX OTHERS. I WAS THE SECOND ELDEST. AT LEAST, AFTER THE DEATH OF OUR LEADER. HE WAS TORN APART BY DOGS. BY SOME SORT OF BEAST. LIMB FROM LIMB. OUT IN THE SNOW, WE THREW HIM, OUT IN THE SNOW. FROM THEN IT WAS MYSELF, HIM, AND OUR FAMILY. THE YOUNGEST, I SAW HER AS MY SISTER, AS MY DAUGHTER. SHE, ONLY THREE YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME, ONLY THIRTEEN YEARS OLD. BUT I KNEW HER STORY WELL. FOR HER STORY WAS MINE. A STORY OF LONLINESS. OF SOLITUDE. OF HARM. OF ABUSE. OF FEAR. OF ASSAULT. OF DIRT. OF SHIT. AND TOGETHER, WE WERE THERE, AMONGST THE SHIT. FUCK. A LIGHT. IT PASSED. THERE WE WOULD STAY. IN THE WALLS OF BUILDINGS. WALLS LIKE THESE. THE SMELL OF FROMALAHYDE. THE INHALATION OF ASBESTOS. THE WAY IT BURNED OUR EYES AND LUNGS AND HOW WE BURNT THEM FURTHER WITH DRINK AND PILLS AND SMOKE AND NEEDLES AND ANYTHING ELSE WE COULD TO ESCAPE THIS REALITY WE KNEW. I ONCE SAW RANDAL CUT HIS ARM SO DEEPLY THE FAT SEPARATED, EXPOSING A FRESH LAYER OF CLEAN SKIN THAT WAS UNFAMILIAR TO OUR DIRT CAKED FACES. HOW HE BLED. WE STOPPED IT, WHILE HE LAUGHED. HE ONLY WANTED TO FEEL SOMETHING. I WILL HAVE TO EXPAND ON THESE MEMORIES FURTHER AT A LATER DATE. I AM BEGINNING TO RECALL THAT, THESE MEMORIES, THEY ARE, I THINK, CONNECTED, WITH THE OTHERS. A TIMELINE OF A LIFE WHICH I LIVED AND YET NEVER STOPPED LIVING. THE MORE I KNOW, THE MORE MY MIND HURTS. BUT I WILL LEARN. I MUST LEARN. I NEED TO KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT THIS.