To Whence I Came
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?
November 11, 2008 at 5:30 PM
I imagine you were already aware that I see this as an opportunity for myself. I apologize for my earlier actions. You have been a most worthy and intellectual Opponent, and I believe that we are both steeped in darkness.
November 11, 2008 at 6:57 PM
I’ve only been dabbling in this blog, but I always find stories of successors hilarious.
From Shakespeare’s King Lear and Hamlet, to the current corrupt children of prominent businessmen, most who beg and wheedle for a position are clearly the people least fit to claim it.
What are your plans?
How do you fight this conundrum?
November 11, 2008 at 7:15 PM
A few things…
First, what does the job entail? Just a blog post every once in a while, maybe a sojourn or two through Hell, summoning a demon once in a while, that sort of thing?
Also, are there any training sessions or videos a prospective would need to sit through?
Lastly, is there anything in particular that you’re looking for in a replacement? Any special skills or anything like that?
That said, I nominate Blanch. He or she seems like a classy character.
November 11, 2008 at 7:24 PM
TLB:
Aw, thanks for your nomination.
However, I must concede, for I, unlike Welldone, have a life.
November 11, 2008 at 11:46 PM
Only one successor, Comte? Are there not many would-be cartographers of the Darkness? The most perspicacious of us are thought to be the least, are imprisoned in asylums, and taught to be blind once more. A regrettable state of affairs…humankind, by grasping so tightly to its wilful ignorance, denies itself to be allowed to experience anything approaching beauty, or purpose…
November 12, 2008 at 5:34 PM
Goodbye
November 12, 2008 at 7:47 PM
Oh pick me pick me!
Satan’s my homeboy. I gave him a dead raven for his birthday.
I’d love to rule the darkness. I think I’m most qualified because I’m trying to destroy the world, and I could really use some extra darkness.
I’d do a real good job, man. I know I don’t seem it, but no one here wants to accomplish anything quite as big as what I want to accomplish.
I also have a life, but it’s a pretty pathetic one. Too many drug benders and rape.
November 12, 2008 at 7:58 PM
Oh yes, also might I add, just to clear things up, I’ve been watching you for quite a while? I know you never notice me, as despite my rather conspicuous appearance I’m quite a sneaky little guy.
Just so that this doesn’t get lumped into the group of pretentious spam, for the past decade or so of my own confusing existence, I have stalked the unknown.
You might have caught me on the news, in the paper, passed by and noticed me getting arrested for starting a riot out of the corner of your eye. It’s not a coincidence. I serve you, and I’ve only just now made myself known, sir.
I’ve read your curious things, but I don’t speak up often, because despite my annoyingly brash behavior I’m really quite shy when I’m around something of undeniable power.
Will all this sucking up help?
November 12, 2008 at 8:58 PM
@Atropos:
Yes, there is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because, as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
If Blanch isn’t interested, I’d like to nominate Atropos.
November 12, 2008 at 11:59 PM
See what I was saying?
The one person who’d like to have it is Nukey.
He displays all your audacity, yet lacks the grace to fully cover it in just enough doubt to keep us guessing.
He’s a little worm.
The stereotypical worm, and that just tickles me.
Like on of those white, short fly maggots in carrion, the ones that stand on end and sway, side to side.
I would think Satan, and to that thought, anyone, would be rather miffed about getting a dead Raven for a present, as he’s far too busy bending drugs and drug paraphernalia, and “rape” (is he performing or being victimized?) But I also like that very much too. The old stereotypical Satan. with his suit of crushed velvet and his neatly combed goatee, being handed a rotting, moulting bird.
November 13, 2008 at 12:03 AM
Boar:
Strange that I’m almost flattered by your words. This isn’t the first time I’ve been called a worm, but it’s the first time I’ve been called one in such vivid detail.
For the record, Satan really liked the bird. It has a special meaning in our relationship.
Otherwise I cannot really argue with you, you seem to have me pegged rather well I’m afraid.
November 13, 2008 at 12:28 AM
Nukey:I do understand the sentiment, I gave my old muskrat skull to an autistic boy last Christmas. And ravens are best left dead, otherwise they could bother you about your cousin buried under the house. I have a question, is Satan, as he has been popularly represented, a cultured Spaniard?
November 13, 2008 at 12:35 AM
Sometimes, yes. I believe he’s told me that my mind perceives him in the manner that makes most sense to me at the time, however. He has also taken the form of a small black dog, a centipede, and dark shadowy figure that lurks in the corners of my bunk.
But ultimately you create your own reality, I believe.
Ravens do tend to bother me about things like that, drives me nuts. The only good raven is a dead raven. Perhaps stuffed with the entrails of children.
Oh yeah. By the way, being a worm isn’t going to stop me. I keep my eye on the prize. If I don’t get what I want, I tend to just find a way to take it.
I wonder how difficult it’d be to steal darkness…
November 13, 2008 at 1:54 AM
You’ll be missed.
November 13, 2008 at 5:39 AM
TLB: Thank you for the nomination. I fear, however, that I don’t really know exactly what I’ll be nominated for.
Nukey, Boar: A fine conversation. A fine, completely demented conversation. Two heads of the same hydra? Or merely souls akin?
November 13, 2008 at 6:13 PM
Must you go? I do so enjoy your posts.
November 14, 2008 at 8:16 AM
It is a pity that such events are occurring. Your words tell that you must leave, for your true fate you must pursue.
I have been around here for little time, but I have seen so much I shall never regret. I am…glad I came upon this place
But, this is quite the…bewildering act, seeing if anyone is “suitable”, to become this “successor”, who will explore the dark as you yourself did. It seems, though, that there is no one of whom you wish to seek.
Everyone here has a desire to be your, so to say, “scion” or “heir”, even I have to admit to this to a small extent, for I shall never be anytime close to the darkness as you. However, when you do pass the legacy of this place, you risk losing it as well. This person could help for the better or for the worse, and its this that I fear the most.
I shall trust your judgement if you find such an individual. I pray that he/she will not fail us.
~Yursan Wilthelm
November 14, 2008 at 1:25 PM
Atropos: I have twins posted across this universe. Roger, Iago, Chelsie, Erik.
I like us.
I like meeting another one, I like speaking and finishing each others sentences.
Sometimes though, they get so disgusting, pretentious, or inactive I could kill myself in horror of mirroring them.
November 14, 2008 at 2:35 PM
I would merely like to add that I would consider being chosen a great honor, and to point out that a lack of a physical body can be quite useful in these circumstances.
November 15, 2008 at 2:14 AM
I have always found what you were trying to do here curious.
Have you grown tired of being their guide Mr. Welldone?
Or have you finally seen the folly in this medium?
I think what i am trying to say is, I do not buy it. This work you are doing is important, sure. but, i cannot think you would delegate this most important task to someone else. Someone of less character. There are few of your kind left around and i would assume fewer that find humanity as interesting.
but if you really must abandon your post then may i throw my hat into the ring?
your humble servant
d. gray
November 15, 2008 at 5:27 AM
Despite what reading too much Poe may lead you to believe, ‘Darkness’ isn’t measured in how many elaborate and slightly unusual turns of phrase you can jam into your sentence.
It’s a drive, and anyone feeling it will already be doing what they’re driven to do, not just decide to take on this website as a hobby.
If Mr. Welldone really wishes to inspire a successor, perhaps he should demonstrate some of this ‘work’ he plans to undertake rather than simply asking meaningless questions and spouting impotent rhetoric.
November 15, 2008 at 11:56 AM
If Welldone is dying,WHO WAS PHONE?
November 16, 2008 at 12:30 AM
For the love of whatever you may find holy choose none of the noones as there are far too many of us with no real idea of the dark what so ever.
November 16, 2008 at 11:35 AM
Hello, Mr. Welldone.
I have to say I find your thoughts on the Dark fascinating.
Almost horrifically so.
Your writing intrigues me. And I believe it shall until the End.
I would relish in the opportunity to share your experience. To share your knowledge of the Dark.
Of course I am aware that such would not come without trial.
Especially for a mere human as young as I: I have not yet reached my 15th year.
However, I humbly request that you consider me.
Good day.
November 16, 2008 at 8:29 PM
I nominate Charlatan as he seems to have been the first to grasp your identity and as such seems to be the most intelligent comment leaver here. I seriously doubt anyone here will be a perfect fit for your old post, however I wish you the best of luck in finding your successor and your future endeavors.
November 20, 2008 at 11:07 PM
If Mr. Welldone dies, all else dies as well, doesn’t it?
December 12, 2008 at 10:39 AM
May I ask in person?
December 14, 2008 at 3:54 PM
i’ve taste and know this darkness, and if it wants me; it will seek me out
January 8, 2009 at 8:03 AM
Mr. Welldone will definitely be missed, but I have no doubt his endeavor shall succeed. Leave him to the Darkness, as it is his province of expertise. I bid you a fond farewell Comte.
January 13, 2009 at 11:41 AM
Show me.
Show me everything. I want to see. Tear me away from this illusion and make me feel.
This blanket smothering me.
Blinding me.
It won’t come off but I feel it’s there.
Take me away from all of this and show me everything you can.
I prey you.
January 13, 2009 at 4:41 PM
I don’t think anyone here is going to do it for you Lilhorn.
If you want something go find it, though it probably wont be what you expect.
January 13, 2009 at 6:16 PM
i prey you? was that a pun. if it was good for you!
January 15, 2009 at 11:22 AM
Forgive me. Pray* you. Typos are quite nettlesome.
And, What ever you like, this I understand.
This I have searched for.
This I cannot find.
Or, perhapse I’m not looking hard enough?
January 18, 2009 at 4:56 AM
I’m not sure Lilhorn, I’m not exactly looking for what you might be.
It may not be though lack of trying that you are not finding what you want to, but… Well maybe that is exactly it, you are expecting to much and possibly misunderstanding what you might have found so far.
You may not understand that you are expecting something but if you are, and I suspect as much as we all tend to do it; you are either going to find exactly what you are looking for because you want it to be there; or else find nothing because you are missing what is there when it might just not be what you were looking for.
February 1, 2009 at 5:29 AM
And so the tatterdemalion walked amongst them, those lords and ladies proud, and lo it was whispered that he was herald of the King, who was soon to return from afar. But what message bore the herald ? For other than his purpose, he spoke but little and in enigmatic phraseology and comment did elicit such discomfort in those seeking answers that they saw fit to desist and withdraw. Yea, the herald, in his yellow rags saw in his fellow victims both apogee and nadir, and the hollow vanity that ineluctably precipitated decay, and inevitable collapse, of the mind as well as the civilization. And all the time the pallid mask with it’s expression blank, inscrutable, yet through play of shadow rendered sardonic, menacing, alien and utterly implacable. Comedy and tragedy made one expression.