Facade

Posted in The Surface on April 13, 2009 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

I have watched your banter long enough.

Useless dramatics.

If you wish to play my game, I ask that you play by the rule.

Yes.

There is only one.

If you are in the Darkness, you may speak of It.

If you are not, do not.

Do not.

DO NOT.

Do you believe I speak of the Darkness without understanding its nature?

Do you believe the Darkness is a concept of my own creation, one that I have not fully defined?

Do you believe I am not aware when you speak of the Darkness, yet have not even the faintest of inklings of what it means to be within It?

Silence yourself.

Or be silenced.

I give you but one chance. Speak out of turn about the nature of the Unknown Darkness and your words will be heard no longer.

I need speak no names.

Those who have spoken falsehoods are aware of themselves.

I can taste your lies.

Expectation

Posted in The Abyss with tags , , on February 16, 2009 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

What is this great weakness in humanity?

So easy to twist to the point of breaking in all aspects, and so willing to be broken.

And yet, I elevate one among you and hand that being reins into the Dark and offer to serve as that being’s dragoman into the unknown.

There is initial wonder and excitement.

And then there is nothing.

All is naught but a dalliance to humanity. Even the things humanity claims such great passion for are never furthered, never advanced to such degrees as to make the world quake in awe. Your literary works show men and women of vision, who would see a future filled with all that is new and unexplored.

I see nothing new.

I see nothing unexplored.

I see what has always been and will always be.

I see humanity bowing and scraping before its own creations.

I see humanity making such a great ado over the most worthless and transient of things.

I see humanity growing and festering with little to show for its efforts.

Those sheep you have chosen as your sovereigns speak of change, speak of dreams.

What trite words those have become.

Is not “change” the term with which you call the coin in your pocket? Are not your dreams simply of more ways to gain and lose that faint jingling in your purse?

Humanity is ruled by that which it has wrought.

Humanity is master of nothing and slave to all.

I have made my choice.

Make ready.

The End is coming.

On Curiosity

Posted in Going Down on December 2, 2008 by Blank

My teen years and college age were spent mainly living on the streets, up and down the east coast. I am not 53 yet. That should be enough, as my age and my identity are unimportant. I am the sales clerk with the odd stare at the store, the well dressed man you pass on the street, the panhandler begging for scraps, I have walked all of these paths and more. The only difference is I have stepped out of the light and into a place you may eventually see for yourself. But know you have been warned.

You think you know fear? True horror? You feel a passing thrill as your heart accelerates, your adrenaline floods your muscles making them quiver and cramp. You call that fear and are content at the description. Where my heart and mind reside, only the mad, the desperate or the foolish tread, and I no longer even know which I am anymore. I suppose it no longer really matters

But I can see now.

It has cost so much, and I have paid for it. I see that true fear does not end, that would be far too easy. I know horror, as the sense of something crawling into your soul and dying there, rotting inside you day by day, corrupting everything you hold dear by your mere proximity.

But I understand now.

Not completely as I wish, but far more than I ever wanted to. There is a reason you cling to the light, why you naturally avoid the shadows, and I know it. I understand what pulls people to the edge, and I know what it requires to step over it. All this and much, much more. I am human, I am male, and I walk where you ponder. I can advise you on your own journey, but listen well: once you experience true darkness, there is no going back to the comfort of the light, no way to unsee what you have witnessed, and nowhere to hide from the fact that the choice was yours.

Some of you will believe me, some will not, and a few will dare to delve deeper. When you can see the truth of my words, and see the deeper truth beneath them, you will face your own choice at the edge. I advise you to choose well.

I will be waiting.

Show and Tell

Posted in The Surface on November 22, 2008 by Blank

For those who have asked, I am not related to, or a pseudonym of,  Mr. Welldone. I have wandered the dark for a very long time, and it has taught me a great deal. It has provided experiences you will not find elsewhere. The first time I held a human brain in my hands, soft and glistening, so much smaller than I had imagined. I tilted it gently back from the hole in the skull I had carved, carefully severed the connection to the spinal cord just below the medulla and it fell free. In that instant, all this person had been, all they could have become, every thought, emotion and dream they had ever encompassed, I held in my cupped palms. It was a moment of disgust, revelation, and humility. That was a long time ago, and even then, I had been on my path for years. What other life could offer me such a moment? At the time I wondered, who other than me, would want it? Mr. Welldone’s choice has given me an answer. We are surrounded by these ’slices of the dark’, as Nukey puts it, we are part of something more already, whether we like it or not. The dark is not a destination, or even hidden in the way most think of it. It watches you, it whispers to you, and it breathes softly, just at the threshold of hearing, even as you read this note. The lost, the disturbed and the freaks I have met here are inspiring. The dark has already laid its mark on you, or you would not be here. You certainly wouldn’t continue to return. You have all come through reasons of your own, though the threads are common.. curiousity, boredom, amusement. For those who seek more, what moment have you had that set you on your path? For those who do not seek, or have had no experience, what would you require before you were willing to step into the unknown?

A Brief Introduction

Posted in The Surface on November 17, 2008 by Blank

You can call me Blank for now, maybe I’ll think of something more interesting later. Once you get off the beaten path, names aren’t as important. Before we get started, tell me, what are you looking for, even if it’s just creepypasta and links to the Holders series? What appetite led you out this way? Maybe you don’t know yourself.

I can appreciate that. I had never considered blogging until I received an e-mail from Mr. Welldone asking me to keep an eye on things while he is away. An unusual request, to say the least. It’s not the strangest thing I’ve ever been asked to do, and I have a thing for the strange, so I tenatively agreed. And now you know a little of why I am here. Not much, but enough for now. Now I ask, why are you here? Not the usual answer, please. I really want to know. Few can identify what they truly seek, though it reflects in every thought and choice they make. And now, it has brought you here. So, will you brush the question off, or take an opportunity to look a little deeper? I’m very curious.

To Whence I Came

Posted in The Surface with tags on November 11, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

My work must begin, and it has become rather clear that those what would listen have made their presences felt.

I shall choose one who is suitable among you to take ownership of this place and to share your thoughts as you explore the Dark.

And so, I ask what shall be my last questions to you.

Who thinks him or herself suitable to explore the Dark for those whom lack the capacity to do so of their own accord?

Who among you would be my successor?

Names

Posted in The Abyss with tags , , , , , , on October 28, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

Some have already guessed at my identity.

I suppose the time is appropriate for me to finally share it.

I am Mr. Welldone, but I have had many names throughout the long years.

Some have claimed that I am Christian Rosenkreuz, the nigh mythical founder of the Rosicrucians. Others state I was both the esteemed personages of Roger and Francis Bacon. Some even posit that I was the historical Merlin. Most interestingly, some legends place me as Ahasverus, the Wandering Jew of myth who was cursed after taunting Christ to wander the earth until the same purported son of God’s second coming.

Other names ascribed to me are Chevalier Schoening, Chevalier Welldone, Count Bellamare, Count Surmont, Count Tsarogy, Count Welldone, General Soltikov, Lord Weldon, Marquis de Aymar, Marquis de Montferrat, and Prince Rakoczi.

The list goes on.

I will not say which of these names I have operated under and which I have not. I will only make one confession, one which some among you have already concluded.

Je suis le Comte de Saint-Germain.

I am the Count of Saint-Germain.

Hello.

To Dine On Flesh

Posted in The Abyss with tags , , , on October 13, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

Yes.

Glorious.

My decision is made.

A bloodletting to ensure the health of the whole.

It will be breathtaking.

A Moment to Ponder

Posted in The Abyss on October 4, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

I shall take time to consider your responses in order to make my decision.

Why Do You Live?

Posted in The Abyss with tags , , , , on September 20, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

I have a question for those few daring souls possessed of strange intents who would care to take the time to ponder a meaningful response.

My question is simple.

Or perhaps not.

Why do you live?

I, of course, have a purpose in asking.

I wish to understand why humanity clings to life so very fervently when your numbers are so great that nature can no longer sustain you and your desired levels of decadent comfort.

I wish to understand what justifies each human to continue living when there is the viable possibility that the world would be more greatly benefited with the immediate deaths of a great, great, great, great many.

Tell me.

I am curious.

What makes you worthy of being spared?

I will accept no more responses.