Expectation
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.
February 16, 2009 at 6:39 PM
Are you really disappointed?
That is very disillusioning.
Of course the site would fall, the words would turn to dust.
Trust is for fools.
Trust cuckolds, murders, betrays, lies.
If somethings holds any importance, and you have to leave it, end it yourself. It’s better than leaving it and letting it be ended by someone else.
February 16, 2009 at 11:40 PM
About time, I was worried you’d gone and disappeared.
February 17, 2009 at 12:30 PM
You offer an end to a world which has long since gone mad: like a being in the advanced, crippling and agonizing stages of a terrible illness. Nothing makes sense here. Regardless of what you say, the dark you speak of makes far more sense than any reality, if only because it hides these waking terrors. Perhaps that’s why fear is in such high demand lately? We all long to acknowledge a world more dreadful than our own… however whimsical such a fantasy may be.
Nevertheless, I’ve been laughing at end of days scenarios for quite some time now, and I’ve always been fairly disappointed when nothing comes of them. You think you can end this, Welldone? If so, you’d better step up your pace, because humanity is far ahead of you in such efforts. I suspect that I’ll be disappointed yet again.
February 17, 2009 at 1:37 PM
The only thing you can trust in is the answer.
And trust me when I say there is only one.
If this world is so far gone, what are we? Remnants of a forgotten archetype? Even a faint trace of what you seek is still enough cause for “hope”. A kind of hope you will not find in the so-called leaders of humanity. It is a hope neither famous nor infamous. It is hidden in the dust and relics of existence. A darker, more frightening thing than most would call “hope”. The kind of thing that most people feel better off simply ignoring.
I await This End. When you get there, you’ll find me; more a relentless force of will than a living being anymore…
That’s what happens when you “live” for so long, isn’t it, Mr. Welldone?
I’d still be delighted to hear from you.
February 17, 2009 at 2:59 PM
Far to many people have spoke of an ending. One day, inevitably, someone will have gotten it right. You have the advantage of not being specific. Of course the end will come, or at least what we may consider an ending.
What kind of an ending are you proposing Mr.WellDone?
February 17, 2009 at 6:28 PM
Words, Mister Welldone. You have made a declarative statement: the End is coming. Yet still, you’ve promised nothing that we didn’t already know. All lips are eaten by the dirt eventually, no matter what issues from them before. I have waited and waited for you to deliver the promise of action, and here, at what could be your finest moment, you offer nothing.
Make us an offer, then. Show me that you mean what you say. Give me any reason to believe that you are everything you claim to be, or more.
After all, if you are who you’ve claimed, we’ve nearly met before.
February 18, 2009 at 4:25 AM
Patience, Merit.
The longer you patiently wait for the lights to go out, the darker it will be when they finally do.
February 18, 2009 at 8:11 AM
Perhaps so. I just find patience difficult when this person is so remarkably close to some strange sort of thing which I nearly met as a child, and have been hunting for ever since. That’s quite a tale, though. What should be relevent to the interests of this board are the events of last night, after I posted my challenge.
Indeed, if what happened to me last night wasn’t a dream, our Mister Welldone may have played a nasty trick on me. Pale forms shambling outside of my bedroom, knocking sounds on my second-story windows (three solid knocks at each, starting with the one that faces north and ended with the southeasterly one). These were punctuated by fitful bouts of sleep which offered some of the most harrowing nightmares I’ve ever had, and when I awoke, the forms in my hallway persisted and the knocking at my windows continued, three on each of three windows in the same series as before.
But the entity that I percieved to be Mister Welldone made no appearance. I am interested in his response, as I am as of now unsure if I would feel comforted or disturbed to learn about his involvement or lack thereof. Obviously, it seems rather egotistical to believe that something of Mister Welldone’s alleged stature would find reason to personally interfere with me, but again, if my thoughts on his nature are correct, he’s already taken a much more direct involvement with me.
In any case, Seeker, do you so anxiously await the fall of darkness? I, for one, am not nearly as eager to learn and experience as I was before turning out my lamp last night.
And, Mister Welldone, if you can claim responsibility for my unpleasant evening, I would ask for an encore tonight to banish the final traces of my skepticism about your nature. Of course, I would prefer if the end of this experiment is not my own grisly death — that seems like the sort of thing which could hinder my curiosity somewhat. Still, if you have the ability to cause such an unnerving display, there would be nothing I could do to stop you from causing me harm.
I suppose I will return tomorrow morning to report on how this evening fares, barring unfortunate circumstances.
February 18, 2009 at 9:55 AM
Your return is greeted most warmly, Comte. The caretaker was a false disciple and a traitor.
History has shown us the essential fawning servility of humankind in deference to any two-bit strongman flexing his muscles. It is not strange that the species has orphaned this same defining quality. I and others who have seen beyond the bovine opinions of the masses will welcome annihilation…indeed, I dearly hope that, instead of the peace of oblivion, the yawning maw of Sheol or it’s equivalent will swallow us into eternity…
February 18, 2009 at 12:43 PM
Thank you, Merit.
I will have you know we are similar.
I have had many experiences like what you have described. I have learned that many things in this world are shadows of the unknown.
I have traced them all to their sources, and my body is irreparably damaged from this. I continue to seek.
I feel more, as of late, that I am already at This End, just waiting for it to come. Peacefully biding my time like clockwork.
If it was indeed our mutual friend who caused what you experienced last night, I wish to intercede on your behalf. Despite your curiosity, I do not feel that you are willing to be what I have become. If, however, you already are such a
February 18, 2009 at 12:54 PM
“Seeker” is, in a word, preoccupied. Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll all know soon enough. Can’t you see our host is just stimulating us? A game of “Good Comte, Bad Comte” we should say. Delightful, indeed. Even more so when the game is laced with such intricate mysteries!
February 18, 2009 at 11:51 PM
Well, curiosity killed the cat. Let’s see what happens to me, shall we?
February 19, 2009 at 5:33 PM
Mistakes might just fill this post, I’m pretty tired, so excuse me! Have to be honest, there are a lot of horror blogs I don’t like. Been on the internet for hours, and I eventually found this site again. Made my night, really.
We’ve (my family and I)all looked over it, my mom loves it the most!
Been really good. Compromised with work right now though so I’ll have to go… We. Need some sleep, but study comes first. Additional hours would be best. Soldiers, I bid you a good night, don’t stay up checking the first word of everybody’s posts or anything like that.
February 20, 2009 at 5:29 AM
Billy (the kid): It’s good to see another member return to the fold. No slumber? Use herbal tea or warm milk. The first one’s frequently listed as a cure for insomnia, but the second one always worked with me. Darkness levels could also play a part in it, too, especially if you live near places with strong lights on at night. Takes a little while to get into a routine, but you’ll soon be sleeping before your head even hits the pillow. All the best, and I’ll take your advice…so long as you promise to do likewise.
February 20, 2009 at 1:19 PM
Knocking continues at night. I close my door to avoid the shambling figures in the hall. Closet door, too. So far, I’ve managed to avoid opening my blinds. Something tells me that opening them would be a mistake. I don’t sleep well anymore. Bought a big jug of Bailey’s and a big jug of Jameson to put myself to sleep at night. Maybe I have a predisposition towards this sort of thing and that’s why I can’t get away from it now.
Perhaps this is the time to share my story. This story is the reason that I’ve been keeping an uneasy eye on this board for a while now, and also the reason I’ve refrained from posting anything. This Mister Welldone character seems to at least believe himself to be something transcending humanity, and some posters seem to agree with him. The continuing knocking at my window has completely destroyed any skepticism on my part. Here it is:
When I was younger, around fourteen or fifteen, I thought that I was in love with a girl. Pretty standard story for young men at that age, I suppose. I am flawed with a kind of driving force of will. Seems like something to brag about, and maybe I am bragging a bit, but it has caused me a lot of trouble. I was, you see, intensely devoted to this young woman as soon as I realized that this feeling blossoming within me might be love.
Of course, the girl in question saw things as they were — we were hardly past puberty, these feelings were new and scary and commitment was out of the question for her. Things ended poorly, and I found myself whispering before bed one night as I clutched a pillow to my body, “I would give my soul for another chance with her.”
I swear on my life, this is all true. Everything I’ve said here is true. Sorry, I just realized for the first time how cliche this experience sounds.
So I started to hear a strange ringing sound in my ears. I yawned, stretched my jaw — anything that would shift my inner ear a bit, trying to rid myself of it. Instead of fading away like it usually does, it grew louder and discordant, almost, until it sounded like animal shrieks of pain in the distance, like a legion of broken-legged horses across the river from my home.
And just as I started to realize that this was not just a standard ringing in my ears, I heard (and felt) a voice whispering into my ear, “I know what you want.”
Of course, I’ve been studying the occult and parapsychology for as long as I can remember, and this immediately struck me as a waking dream. I performed a standard check against waking dream-states — I forced myself to move. I sat up and looked around, but the sound was still in my ears. The television was off in the living room, I was completely awake and lucid. I flicked my lamp on, sat for a few minutes until the sound faded, and fell asleep.
In my dream, I was standing in a cold hallway of some broken down hotel, standing in front of a door with a placard which read, “Red Room.” Opening the door, I found myself in a lavishly decorated hotel room, everything inside was green. There was a canopy bed and a large table with two chairs facing opposite one another.
I left the room and looked down the hallway. There was a check-in desk, shuttered closed, to the right, and to the left, more doors. The next door was titled “Green Room.” Predictably, everything in this room was red, but instead of a table, there was a desk in the center with a sheet of parchment and a feather quill in an inkpot. One chair.
The next room was titled “Presidential Suite.” It was set in black and chrome, business-modern furniture. A large safe and a small bed.
The final room was titled “Wedding Suite.” Everything was white and blue, a large canopy bed was the center of the room, a loveseat in the corner facing a painting of two lovers.
I closed the door and realized slowly that I could once again hear that horrible shrieking sound. Again, a voice whispers in my ear (and again, I can feel the air move), “I know what you want.”
I am suddenly aware that I am in my bed and simultaneously still dreaming. In my bed, I am lying the dark in the fetal position, shivering violently and sweating profusely, because my bedroom is unbearably hot.
In the dream, the hallway seems to shrink, and I feel myself being pushed from behind back towards the Red Room.
This is where I panicked. I could still feel air moving against my ear in bed, and things in my dream seemed to become fluid and transient. The screaming was louder now, and had given me a headache, but still was growing louder. It had become less animal and more human by now, and the air in my bedroom was moving in strange ways — my window was closed, my door was closed, there are no vents in the room. I can’t imagine why, but there was a hot breeze, and at first I thought that my ceiling fan was on, but it had broken weeks before. We had taken it down and never picked up a replacement — it was lying in my floor.
I felt that if I didn’t wake up, something terrible would happen. I feel like I broke my connection with the dream, sat bolt upright, and opened my eyes. The room was pitch black — I had never seen this kind of darkness. It was as if I had been staring into a light and then shut off the power. My eyes should have been adjusted (they usually are when I wake up at night), but I couldn’t see anything, literally couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. And then things were visible suddenly, and my lamp flickered on (like a candle blown in the wind). Outside, my dog was howling in his sleep.
I read whatever awful novel I had next to my bed until morning. I didn’t sleep at night for a long while — I would sleep in class or after school before sundown and do all my work at night. My parents thought I was just depressed by the breakup, but I was sitting with all manner of religious symbols pasted to the inside of my door and on my windowsill trying not the think about it.
Year passed, I found this blog. Something about the author reminds me of this incident. Now, I leave it here for you gentlemen to interpret as you see fit.
I was afraid to post here because, until recently, I was involved in a serious relationship and was content to let my curiosity stand unanswered. With that gone, I feel that I have very little to lose, and have set out for answers. Apparently, being terrified at night to the point of blockading myself in my bedroom when the shuffling gets too close to my door is worth knowing to me, deep down.
Your thoughts? You are the first people I have ever shared that story with who may have worthwhile insight.
February 20, 2009 at 1:54 PM
Also, apologies for the novel. I suppose I lost myself in the telling.
February 20, 2009 at 3:15 PM
Hello.
Merit. You are already aware of the meaning of what transpired.
You offered up that greater part of you which the bulk of humanity neglects like it was naught but a trinket.
Humanity would have you believe that age and ignorance are ample justification for lenience in all things.
They are not.
Tell me what other phenomena have occurred since that even and I will assist you in identifying the extent of your doom.
February 20, 2009 at 9:03 PM
Mr Welldone welcome back. If you do intend to bring about the end I believe that at this point it would be nothing less of a mercy killing and I personally would commend you for it.
One a more personal matter recently I have attempted to enter the darkness. As I do with most thing I tried to learn as much as possible from books and other sources of information. It was all flawed. What I experienced was nothing like what is described by others. I guess the dark is very personal. At first the dark taught me a few techniques that enhanced my physical strength for short periods of time. Dissatisfied with simple physical techniques I tried to seek mental and spiritual ones. That night I was assaulted by a demon. Mr Welldone do you know if this means I have been rejected for further teachings, or is it a part of the learning experiance?
February 21, 2009 at 12:06 AM
Merit, You are more than welcome to send me an email at the included address if you wish to. As far as I am concerned, it seems that our paths were made to cross intentionally. Perhaps even by our generous host.
Speaking of our host…
Thank you for tolerating me, Mr. Welldone. Forgive my overbearing zeal, it’s just been a very, very long time since I’ve come across something so singularly vital in its importance as this. I do have a curiosity, if you do not mind. How are things going with Ms. Dowelle? She contacted me quite some time ago, but I have not since heard from her.
Noone, I personally believe that the darkness never rejects anyone who is willing to press on. This is based upon my own experience, though, and I eagerly await our generous host’s enlightening perspective. I do wish to warn you: conquering one thing yields a stronger thing in its place for you to attempt to conquer.
February 21, 2009 at 1:01 AM
Mister Welldone:
Since that encounter years ago, I’ve run into little in the way of oddities until now. Two years ago, roughly, I had a horrible nightmare which involved the form of a woman hovering outside of my window. In my dream, the woman I love kept telling me not to let her in. She had horribly long, claw-like fingers, a pale face, black eyes, and a red dress. When I woke up, the blinds were open. They had been closed when I fell asleep, and nobody had come in or out of the room since then. Shortly after that, I dreamed of a city in a valley. It was beautiful beyond words. I walked with some companions along a trail through a winding path, and at night, the sky was transformed into a dazzling starcape. Whole galaxies floated beyond the moon, which bathed the city in its amber glow. Those are the only events which seem to be of note.
Nothing compares to the evening after I first posted here — that was spectacular. The knocking continues, but it seems to have subsided somewhat — much less frequent, less insistant — although, when I was typing about the woman in the red dress, something heavy hit my window. Unnerving, but the knocking is still… calmed somewhat. Sounds continue outside my bedroom, shuffling and so forth.
I would be interested to hear your diagnosis.
Seeker, your offer is generous. I may take you up on it in the future, but for now, I would prefer to maintain communications through this forum. It provides a public display of my experiences. I suppose if something awful is going to happen to me in the near future, it may be useful to others to hear about the events of my life. To lead them in the right direction, or safer direction.
I am interested to hear what brought you all to this place.
February 21, 2009 at 2:12 AM
Thank you for the kind words, Merit.
I was brought here by no mere coincidence. In fact, I stopped believing in coincidence long ago. The moment I saw the name “Mr. Welldone” I felt a sudden sense of respect about it. This, of course, arouses curiosity and, with that, here I am.
I have a very important question for you, Merit. In fact, It’s a request. I wholly understand if you do not wish to fulfill it, though. Feel free to ask me for details. I’m still kind of reluctant to open up here as much as you have.
Look amongst the pale, shambling forms in your hall. See if you can find a headless little girl among them, or a girl whose head seems to be not quite attached to her body. If you find her, please tell her to come back home.
Again, I understand if you won’t. I would be delighted, however, if you would. At the least, it will be an exercise in bravery for you, won’t it? Either way, good luck.
February 21, 2009 at 4:00 PM
Sometimes I wonder what really possesses people to believe this sort of thing. Probably hope. Hope can make people believe some rather strange things if the right person comes along.
I know I’m probably being a hypocrite, but that’s one of the many things I’m renown for, so I might as well just go with it. At least I don’t take myself seriously. Why should I? I’m a batty scientist from the streets with too much time on his hands.
Five or ten years will pass, and this blog will fade into the same oblivion as everything else on the web that was never popular enough for stock shares. Those who believed will either feel mildly foolish or simply forget.
Sure, eventually things will come to an end, that’s a simple inevitability.
Will you have anything to do with it, Mr. Welldone?
No, probably not.
Do refrain from stating the obvious so much, that pretentious tone you take in your writing has earned you a fairly loyal fanbase and they deserve more insightful observations. That’s all.
February 21, 2009 at 4:48 PM
Hello.
Nukey. For one who assumes a voice of superiority, I would say that same one is lacking in even the faintest flickering of reason to do so.
Only a fool seeks for “insight” in a thing without of oneself.
That would defy the very essentia of the concept.
More than once have I stated this in various ways, yet none have shown understanding.
Disappointing.
The transience of this iteration of my existence is noted. If you think I am unaware, you are a greater fool than I believe you to be. I have adopted a great many personae in answer to the debacle of humanity’s fleeting span of attention.
Must I say it again?
Apparently I must.
I cannot be stopped.
As for my hand in the end, it shall play no small part. How could one who lusts so greatly for a thing choose to take no role?
Mine is the role of a father ushering a wayward child to fulfill its greatest destiny.
That the offspring is unaware of its submission to the father’s will is of no consequence.
February 21, 2009 at 5:19 PM
I already feel I’ve met a friend in the form of Merit. As long as we’re able to keep building on this I see an interesting friendship that could last well beyond five or ten years. That, alone, is worth something.
At the very least, Mr. Welldone provides a sophisticated and intriguing platform for those curious about the unknown. A character that embodies the ideas and concepts that tease our curiosity. Whatever the case, I will say that you are without a doubt correct in saying that it is hope that drives most of the posters here. Hope for what? Depends on the individual.
February 21, 2009 at 5:24 PM
Ah, it seems our generous host has cleverly provided some hints toward the motivations of his followers here, Nukey.
In fact, Mr. Welldone, you have specifically defined my own motivation in your response.
No mere coincidence, indeed.
February 21, 2009 at 9:26 PM
Mr. Welldone
I don’t care what you think of me, everyone on base thinks I’m a loon. Or a quack. That’s fine, I’ve come to accept these things.
I don’t claim superiority by any means, I honestly think of you almost like a rival in some ways. I just think perhaps your true lack of control over everything frightens you a bit, but you do a very good job of not letting that on, and for that, I congratulate you. You’ve got quite a following that I envy, so don’t think I’m trying to simply be disrespectful.
I was in a rather poor mood as well so I might have come off a little less friendly than normal.
You can lie to the masses on the internet for the rest of your decidedly mortal life, but you can never lie to yourself, and I’m not as gullible as I let on–foolish though I may be.
However, for a work of fiction, your words are quite a good read.
February 22, 2009 at 2:22 AM
Regardless of his more mystical aspects, Mr. Welldone does speak a lot of truth about the unfortunate human condition. A condition that I do believe many of his followers would so love to escape. If only they could realize what he is telling them, realize that the door is already open for you to escape through…
I won’t say anything else on that matter. It would be disrespectful to ruin the learning experience that our generous host provides.
February 22, 2009 at 7:51 PM
Foolish.
Welldone, The destructive forces cannot be harnessed by the likes of you.
The continued existence of the human race is insured.
You don’t have the scale of power required for such a culling, and if you truly believe otherwise, you are far more egotistical than I originally thought.
Your fall will be hard.
February 22, 2009 at 9:01 PM
Hello.
Ms. Dowelle. You do not know my methods.
Your failure will be amusing.
February 22, 2009 at 11:21 PM
Seems I find myself filling in again…
Seeker had been wondering when the silence would be broken. Me, too, to be honest. Seems to be so much at stake here for between Welldone and Dowelle. I can just smell the sweet tension.
Mr. Welldone, Comte, whichever of your many names you prefer most:
What are you looking for in humanity? Not that I need to ask. However, if you’re seeking what you’ve hinted at, then I’m quite sure I know where to find it.
Seems to me that Ms. Dowelle is correct. You yourself do not have the power she speaks of. You know what it is and you know how to get it once you find it. I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss her claims; she seems to understand more than you give her credit for.
You know what you are looking for but do you know its color?
Red? Blue? Perhaps a shade in between? I can tell you.
Expectation, indeed…
February 23, 2009 at 9:54 AM
Someone kicked your puppy as a child, didn’t they, Monsieur Welldone?
So angry and so unaccepting.
It’s actually rather selfish, thinking all of humanity is something to spit upon and you’re above it all, yet I admire you for outright saying what all of us tend to think at one point in time.
Your words make sense, yet all the while, you tend to repeat yourself.
Have you no other points to present?
Why so angry, mon ami? Why so scornful?
Smile.
February 23, 2009 at 12:53 PM
Yes foolish is your favorite word.
The only thing I’m trying to point out to you, sir Welldone, is that you seem to demand respect when you’ve done nothing to really earn it other than act arrogant and expect people to assume. Yet when someone, like perhaps, myself, is skeptical about the lack of any evidence in front of me to believe a word you say, you call me a fool.
I was taught that simply not questioning anything made me a fool.
This proves to me that you are indeed egotistical, arrogant, narcissistic, and pretentious. Those aren’t qualities that should be respected.
Not to mention, they are rather frighteningly human, aren’t they?
Perhaps when YOU flutter through my window in the body of a raven and whisper secrets into my ear at night, I’ll believe that you actually have some sort of malevolent influence. Until then, I continue to worship my true source of darkness.
February 23, 2009 at 1:05 PM
Nukey — Leave the fellow his cryptic answers and assumed persona. Legitimate or not, he at least draws out some interesting characters.
Seeker — Nothing of the sort outside. I counted three exceptionally inhuman figures. They didn’t seem to notice when I opened the door. Window-knocking is decreasing, somewhat, or perhaps I’m just too exhausted to be frightened anymore. They don’t keep me awake anymore, I’ve simply stopped caring. I had very few bonds tying to me to… well, whatever it is that I’ve been tied to for so long. Regrettably, the one I most relied upon now seems to have broken. Fickle, fickle hearts.
“Presently, I realized that my point of view came from having completely lost the desire to live.”
Does your lost girl have a name? Perhaps I shall ask them tonight.
February 23, 2009 at 1:17 PM
I agree. Humanity needs to rethink its priorities. I think most people live empty lives where they only care about money and things. I think a lot of people believe that is the only thing of value and perhaps the rest are just ignorant.
February 23, 2009 at 1:44 PM
I see nothing wrong with it, I just don’t like being insulted and treated as an inferior, that’s all. I’m not inferior.
February 23, 2009 at 6:21 PM
nukey
your insistence of superiority over the internet says otherwise.
February 23, 2009 at 8:57 PM
I’m not superior either. I’m just awesome. There’s a fairly large difference. <3
February 23, 2009 at 10:46 PM
well the way i see it is. if you believe that mr welldone is who he says he is you would not be doubting his superiority. if you think of him as merely a farce well then, you are arguing with a fictional character.
February 23, 2009 at 11:09 PM
Not necessarily. I could be saying who he says he is is simply not superior to ME, firstly. Secondly, I wouldn’t be arguing with a fictional character, I’d be arguing with a person writing in the guise of a fictional character.
In reality, I’m just trying to spark discussion.
I’m a softcore troll, you see.
February 24, 2009 at 3:01 PM
Merit. We were worried about you.
We do not know her name, only her appearance. Thank you for what you have done, though. It won’t be forgotten.
I feel both sorrow and joy for you. Your heart aches over the losses of people who were too weak to allow their hearts to be anything but transient. You have, however, found a deeper courage from this. You are closer than ever to being “free to do anything”, as the old saying goes. We’re here for you.
ggg. You rush so quickly to the defense of our generous host. You make so many assumptions about our beloved Nukey, yet I must make only one about you based on your defense of someone who should need no defenders: you tremble at the thought that all of this is a facade, a game.
I offer this, then: So what? Life is, by technical definition, a game. You have a kind of score, there are clearly defined wins and losses, and there are clear elements of competition. My advice is to play the game the way you wish and to let others play as they wish.
However, this is all speculation. I may have misjudged you. If so, you need only clarify and correct me. It is certainly not my intent to break you down, rather, I wish only to build you up. That doesn’t mean it won’t hurt sometimes. Right, Comte?
Nukey: Well played. Very well played.
February 24, 2009 at 3:12 PM
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players…”
February 24, 2009 at 10:41 PM
Transience is truth and beauty. I am reminded of a Kerouac quote: “And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the starts will fade out one after another in time.”
I am here now to experience as much of what goes on in the darkness as I can before I meet my inevitible end.
Seeker, might I ask about your history with this girl?
February 25, 2009 at 1:32 AM
Hmm. To be honest, Merit, she only revealed herself to me recently.
All I remember from the experience is being paralyzed by a force not under my control, yet being compelled enough to help her that I willed myself to move. The most I could do was open my arms for her, and that’s when she showed me her face.
It was a dream, but it was one like the kind you’ve described. One that was clearly real on some fundamental level. Something that did not physically happen but held great spiritual significance.
I must thank you again for being so kind to us.
February 26, 2009 at 6:29 AM
Ms. Dowelle, ashekra: The question is not why humanity should be destroyed. We know the answers well enough. The real question is why you would want to preserve it. Any answers forthcoming?
February 26, 2009 at 6:41 AM
nukey:
we all have our parts to play i think. i play mine. i am sorry if i have offended you. it was not my intention. i merely enjoy playing the devils advocate.
seeker:
afraid is too strong of a word. would it change my life either way? highly doubtful. but, to believe in everything our dear host puts before is rather foolish dont you think? false prophets are a dime a dozen. for all we know he can be someone/something more dangerous than what he claims to be.
February 26, 2009 at 11:31 AM
Have you noticed that, as soon as the “real” Mr. Welldone returns, everyone breaks out their 20-sided dice and starts role playing again? What happened to the “other” guy, anyway? Was he too realistic and boring?
February 26, 2009 at 1:27 PM
Tripple G: I’m not offended, don’t worry. I think all of you are interesting to discuss things with. The only thing that offends me is being spoken to like I’m a little lost child by Mr. Welldrone.
I also agree with Aspire, I liked the other guy. (Maybe just because he seemed to like me. X3)
February 26, 2009 at 5:43 PM
aspire:
i think it is because he didnt post anything for 2 months.
February 27, 2009 at 5:50 AM
Aspire – It is important to note that life, with it’s purpose being questionable to begin with and it’s details being judged solely by those who choose light or dark as pedestals, is not so much whether we do or do not do things, but rather how the choice we do eventually end up making is presented. Once the choice is made, all you will have is the story it came with it. The people present and presenting are making the story interesting.
That said, I turn now to the matter of there being no coincedences.
I have seen this site before, how long ago I’m not sure. I just recall that, although Mr. Welldone here had caught my interest, he had gone and vanished or some awfully mysterious thing. As such, I payed it no nevermind, as I do many things.
However, tonight is the night I chose to begin putting togethor the first words of what will likely be a long tome detailing my strange life and the aspects of uncertainty it encompasses and I happened to recall a short story from the creepypasta website that had more or less produced a story that was a blunt reproduction of an astounding and personal event for me. Naturally, I wandered through the interweb for a time and came across what I was looking for, only to have something different catch my eye. This was quickly followed by my discoevering Merit’s tale of woe and wondering for the first time in my life if perhaps I had found a place where I might find someone like me.
It’s odd how quickly paths can be redirected, although since it has been, and in the early morning hours of my number no less, I find it necessary to introduce myself.
I am the king of hawks, the wise fool, master of melodrama and I am here looking for someone I can relate to.
So, has anyone here wrestled with the darkness and won?
February 27, 2009 at 6:42 AM
Aspire: The ‘other guy’ was a charlatan who did not follow on his promises. And you are nothing more than another ignorant maggot who holds typically barbaric views on what you don’t understand or desire. Your arrogant assertion of the mundane will not shield you, merely blind you.
February 27, 2009 at 2:52 PM
ggg: Thank you for clarifying. My apologies for misunderstanding you.
Aspire: I do not believe people are role playing or pretending around here, for the most part, anyway. When one comes along and displays a high level of intellect or wisdom with his words, it is only natural for those who reply to him to want to present themselves as possessing similar intellect or wisdom. In short, it’s just a function of the natural human drive to be accepted, nothing more. True, some people go too far and end up being pretentious, but I can tell you that I am certainly not one of them; I simply desire to match the intellectual tone of our generous host.
Atropos: Do not be so harsh. You speak of being blinded, yet you seem to espouse blind faith in our generous host. Are people not allowed to question these obscure things? Should they not be encouraged to? Perhaps you should ask yourself why you cling so defensively to your own beliefs.
February 28, 2009 at 6:51 PM
am i the only one that doesn’t take this seriously?
really?
March 1, 2009 at 1:37 AM
Hello.
What fascinating things you are.
The SleepWalker. Welcome.
Atropos. I am moved by the words in your reprisal to Aspire. In the Darkness, all humans are helpless, writhing maggots; blind and thoughtlessly consuming.
When you consume with purpose, a maggot you are no longer.
Seeker. Beware what you seek, for with a mind such as yours you will surely find it.
Are you prepared to cast aside your humanity?
March 1, 2009 at 2:18 AM
And what exactly makes us human? The fact we walk upright, have 2 arms and 2 legs, can share ideas via means of communication?
Humanity doesn’t have much value anyways Most people are too stupid in today’s society to know anything that would make being alive worthwhile, I however am not one of them.
I would like to think someday i could contribute to society, i don’t want to swim in the shallow end of the gene pool.
All i know is, if aliens DO exist, they better be COOL. None of that E.T Bullshit
March 1, 2009 at 5:19 AM
Seeker: While the Comte is as good a guide to matters ethereal as any, I speak not out of blind devotion, but a belief in nothing, in both senses of the term.
March 1, 2009 at 11:19 PM
Razor i find your comment to be slightly contradicting you say that humans know to little yet you show quite a bit if ignorance yourself amost 3 lines later
I myself dont believe that mankind is all that great its a species that pulled istelf together by killing itself and all of it around it, truely if it had any intention in living it would have narrowed its actions down oh so long ago.
March 2, 2009 at 3:23 AM
Mr. Welldone: I am quite pleased by your response, Comte. Quite flattered, to be honest.
I determined long ago that, at my core, I am not and should not be human. The further from human I am, the better. I’ve been prepared for years to cast away the vestiges of humanity.
SleepWalker: I have. The struggle is not with the darkness, however. To truly win is to let go of your fear of the darkness and all it represents.
I would like to say that I, too, am someone you can relate to.
Perhaps I will soon share my own tales…
How delightful! I feel so much closer to that which I am seeking…
I must thank you, dear Comte.
March 3, 2009 at 1:09 AM
Ladies, Gents, I appoligize for my absence as of late. I seem to be easily lead by affairs of the heart. As always, this is addressed as a whole to anyone who cares to read it.
I feel that as my focus on such the darkness slips, the activity seems to slow — or rather, I don’t notice it? Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on one’s mindset), it would seem that, now that I’ve allowed myself to consider what lies in the darkness, it isn’t something I will ever be able to completely tune out. I mean, I’m not sure about whatever it is that knocks at the window, but the figures in the hallway seem to be more attached to the hallway than to me. They make me definitively uneasy, but they don’t seem to notice my presence. I mean, I haven’t tried to interact with them, really. Thought about it (for Seeker), but then decided against it. Lately, I find that, with meditation, I can catch glimpses of them during the day if it’s quiet and overcast. I’m worried about changing the nature of their relationship to me, now that it’s become clear that these things are generally present. One wonders if our honorable host has any suggestions as to the nature of these figures.
I am concerned because one of the things that drove me to sate my curiousity about my past experiences was the collapse of a very long-term relationship. I was nearly married, and was prepared to start a family. The idea of fatherhood daunts me now, however — it seems much more difficult to defeat a child’s fear of the dark if I actually see monsters under my child’s bed.
Kwiksilverr, it’s none of our business how seriously you take these communications. You can think anything you want — but do keep in mind that the things I’ve said are true. Some of it may be hallucinations, some of it may be dreams, but it is all unnerving. For the record, I have no history of mental illness of this nature, personally, or in my family. My recent experiences, since I first dared Mister Welldone to take action, have caused trauma in my romantic affairs and my career.
Seeker, I wonder if you now (or ever in the past) have had the kind of constant exposure to these things that I seem to be having now. I have been working on tuning them out. It seems that, just as interest and thoughtfullness on the subject of darkness can open ones eyes, so to speak, similar discipline can also make one less aware of the presence of such things. My recent focus on romance, for instance, reduced my perceptions of the figures in the hallway to mere sounds and occasional glimpses of movement in the corners of my eyes, in the darker cornes of the hallway. As I said above, I can’t dismiss the presence of something that I know is there, but I can, perhaps, lessen my involvement in the realm in which these things exist.
Also, as usual, I apologize for the length of my post, and especially for the… confused language I’m using right now. Stress makes grand waves.
March 3, 2009 at 4:25 AM
My dear Merit…
I have indeed had quite a bit of exposure to those kinds of things. You cannot simply “tune them out”. You are what you are for a reason. You are who you are for a reason. You must confront and understand these things; you must do away with your fear.
Fear is not a beneficial response. It clouds judgment and impedes the ability to do what is needed. You must learn to analyze, understand, and ultimately control your fear, replacing it with a fine tuned sense of caution through understanding.
I have made a decision.
I wish to help you, to fulfill your needs.
Please, Merit, ask me anything. I will help you see clearly.
March 3, 2009 at 11:58 AM
Although fear is indeed not a beneficial response, I would beg to differ that he can, if he chooses, tune anything he wishes out (In most ways anyways). I have helped numerous people drift either way on that scale and it is, as most things are, a matter of preference.
You also hold the initial key of knowing that understanding is essential for conquering the darkness, however, once you’ve accepted that level of understanding you must also know that other emotions will become dim and rationality will tear at your every whim and choice.
Merit here seems to very much wish to be the kind of person who can enjoy his romances and his pleasures.
The path you’re asking him to take would dampen and sully those greatly, for it is fear in every aspect that makes those things the wonders that most people see them as. Asking him to bend himself into the will of logic and curiosity when it is perhaps not what he seeks seems a tad distasteful.
Although, your statement “You are who you are for a reason” suggests that maybe you think you know something I don’t…
Which has me listening intently…
March 3, 2009 at 11:16 PM
Seeker, SleepWalker, my goals are unclear because I myself am unsure of the path I would like to take. At present, I am more interested in observation and learning than anything else.
I thank you both for your offers of help, but at present, I have little in the way of needs, beyond understanding what the intentions are of whatever knocks at my windows. I can, as I’ve said, at least lessen the extent to which I percieve these things. The figures in my hallway, inhuman though they may be, show not intention of doing anything beyond shambling around in the hall. They don’t seem to notice my presence. The knocking at the windows, however, is almost reactive, I’m finding. It seems to happen as I begin to feel secure (like right now — this is the first time this has happened while my light was on. 12:11 EST).
Gentlemen, I believe, with this new variation, it may be time to cut my lights and meditate.
March 4, 2009 at 8:46 AM
I wasn’t actually offering help of any kind, just stating fact and being smarmy. However, if you would like something to learn regarding your situation, I may have something of interest for you anyways. Since you meditate, apparently, it shouldn’t be a complicated task.
Though, in a manner of deciding exactly which path you want to take, they may begin to notice you after endorsing my experiment. Choose wisely, for curiosity will consume you if you let it.
Can you force yourself to have goosebumps at will?
If you can’t, there might be some tidbit of knowledge regarding the workings of the human conciousness buried within that simple task. There also may be a hint as to why it is they choose to what they’re doing instead of anything else.
If you choose to delve into the matter and succeed, feel free to fiddle my riddle~
By what use do the shadows make fashion, their presence or their presentation?
March 4, 2009 at 12:29 PM
SleepWalker,
What a curious way to prove yourself.
We are indeed alike.
So, this seemingly innocuous ability. You’ve had it and been aware of it all your life? Have you explored it, cultivated it? Do you know what it means, what it represents? I’m delighted by your words and your claims… I can hardly wait, now, for Merit’s response.
I will tell you this: I know nothing but what I have learned.
As for your earlier response, perhaps you take me too literally. “Cannot” refers not to literal ability but to his denial of something important.
I see in Merit a person very much like myself. I do not wish to mislead him in any way. I’m merely giving guidance according to the path I have walked. I have experienced much of what you speak of, yet I am still able to enjoy my own romances and pleasures. I would hope that much is made obvious through my words…
I have included an email address if you do not feel comfortable divulging everything in public. Whether or not you do, you’ve shown me that there is some great importance in what I know. I feel I will be sharing things I never thought another soul would need or even want to hear…
Merit,
Do listen to him. He, too, seems to be on this strange little path of ours. Wisdom cannot be found alone, even by experience. We three have a lot to learn from one another, it seems…
For once, you two, I feel alive and… perhaps important? We shall see…
SleepWalker, Merit. Call me Scarlett, if you wish.
March 4, 2009 at 1:12 PM
How did that extra “t” get in there?
Just Scarlet. Like the color, you know?
The color of my face right now, actually…
Bloody embarrassing typo!
March 4, 2009 at 8:27 PM
Mr. Welldone, it has been a while since I have been here, but I am never let down. While I understand you’re position on humanity, I must disagree. The vast majority of people are self serving and evil, but not all of us. You have been here for a long time, and only seen us go downhill, but I dont think it is without a purpose. The end is coming, every day draws us closer to the trumpets. God will give us each what we have earned, but dont be so quick to take measures into you’re own hands.
I probably just sound like a scared wretch, but I do believe that there are souls still to be saved before the end.
March 5, 2009 at 9:15 PM
Hey Mr. Dubs, nice to have you around again. Back with a vengeance, and plenty of anaphora to boot! Anyways, are you saying humanity needs to end because it has no purpose, or because it does have a purpose and has failed to meet it? Perhaps you just feel that it’s your purpose to bring life as we know it to a screeching halt? Perhaps I’m way off base. Ah, see, now you’ve got me all anaphora-y. At any rate, I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on the matter.
March 6, 2009 at 9:53 PM
Gentlemen, Ladies, noble others, too much drink has brought me here this evening. My lovely guests still wander the halls, but I am able to to brush past them most deftly, and still they pay me no mind. The knocking at my windows has yet to occur tonight, but when it does, I’ve half a mind to draw the blinds and throw open the windows and shout at the top of my lungs.
The invincibility of drink, it seems, is an indispensable commodity in the pursuit of discovery. What say you? Shall I question these shambling ghouls who lurk outside the hall bathroom? Shall I challenge the window-knocker? I believe it to be the woman in red from my aforementioned dream?
Fellow seekers in the shadow, I await your response. Spirits are cheap; discretion, once thrown to the wind, may never be won back. Our host has previously advised against communique with the dwellers of the darkness, urged silent watchfulness and mere observation. What manner of curiosity can be sated by mere observation?
Yet other urge action, and perhaps action would be best suited here. I am in no mood for riddles or cryptic, knowing responses. Here, tonight, I demand nothing less than a vote from the population of readers: Shall I speak to these figures? Shall I confront whatever nightmares lurk beyond my mini-blinds?
I offer you this, friends: my future. Tonight, while I still have enough courage in my cups to mean it, I pledge to follow through and document to the best of my admittedly lackluster capability whichever wins the popular vote in the next two days. I’ll round up by five minutes or so and give this vote until Sunday evening at, say, 11:00 pm EST. I will officially state the course of my actions and, if permitted by fate or chance, follow up this statement with a document of my efforts.
I demand your votes and ask your advice and reasoning. Cheers, wanderers.
March 6, 2009 at 10:48 PM
Don’t do it. That’s not what I want, it never was.
This isn’t bravery, it’s impulsiveness. Never relinquish your discretion like this again.
I only want to help you grow.
My vote is that you do what SleepWalker has suggested. “Give yourself goosebumps.” It’s not a riddle as he called it; it’s completely literal.
That “chill”, that little tingle that spreads across your nerves whenever something unusual and meaningful happens. He and I are both able to call it forth by will, and I believe you can, as well. Focus, meditate, reach deep into your soul.
After all, the nervous system is halfway in the other world already. It’s through your nerves that the spirit makes itself known to the body. I hope you understand just how important this connection is.
Before you explore the world outside of you, explore the world within you. That is how you can satisfy your curiosity for the time being. Otherwise, you are merely leaping from the nest without wings to fly with.
You’re important to me. I refuse to let you throw your existence away. If necessary, I will intercede with more than just words.
Ask me anything, I’ll satisfy your curiosity myself.
March 6, 2009 at 11:39 PM
Hello.
Curiosity is insatiable in and of itself.
Those lacking in patience may indeed plumb the greatest depths of the Darkness, though at great cost.
You have been forewarned.
March 7, 2009 at 2:32 AM
I believe our generous host’s warning should be reason enough for you to back down, Merit.
It would be foolish for you to throw yourself away when there is still so much for you to learn.
Still, I hope my desperation has meant at least a little something to you…
March 7, 2009 at 2:56 AM
Merit.
You’ve already made your choice. I can taste it. Whether of sound mind or not, nature will not care to take it’s course any differently. You probably aren’t prepared for the things that are most likely to happen, however I myself was not prepared either when the same task was thrust upon me at the early age of seven.
I will not tell you what came for me afterwards, or how many years it was before I learned that I had teeth and fangs too as long as I had nothing to hold onto. Nor will I give you warnings, for you have recieved plenty already.
You have heard not to do it. You only have only chosen not to up to this point because you can feel you will regret it.
Now go follow your heart’s desire.
Stuck under the turbulent and loathing thumb of these creatures nightly, or alternatively in a world as gray and objective as my own, it will probably be the last time you act on a such a thing anyways.
March 7, 2009 at 4:17 AM
SleepWalker, your words intrigue me just as Merit’s have.
You have both so readily shared such interesting facts about yourselves.
I admit, I am now more interested in the both of you than anyone else at the moment.
I was a bit disappointed that you seem to have no more to say to me…
I was being honest when I said I know deeply what you spoke of.
I doubt we have seen the last of Merit, regardless of his choice.
He is too important to go just yet.
March 7, 2009 at 10:45 AM
On the matter of my sharing details, I assure you no one here actually cares.
If they don’t believe, they’ll mock or throw questions or ignore and, seeing as how I’m just text on a screen to them, no one will remember or care that I ever existed in short time. Nothing lost, nothing gained. I don’t care whichever direction they choose to think anyways. Their opinions, their decisions, their mindsets as of this moment are as temporary as the lives they live.
That said, my words are equally temporary, so I should have no qualms saying whatever I want.
I do have words I could say, though, I am just a very cautious persona when it comes to socializing and a creature that likes to make war and struggle to survive for the sheer enjoyment of the struggle. This is likewise a similar struggle that I am toiling over for my own amusement.
You say you understand deeply what I spoke of, but you have yet to say anything I haven’t already put onto the floor.
This leaves me with nothing to respond to really.
It does, however, suggests one of three options. That you are either very secretive and consider your knowledge to be invaluable (Which it may be), very uncertain of yourself, which some of your text leads me to think is more likely the situation, or clueless and looking for answers.
Any of these would be fine and dealt with on a case by case basis, I simply don’t have enough information to know which of those answers it is, so I cannot respond except with replies that goade more information out of you. Otherwise, I leave myself open to attack.
Of course, if you want to stop playing my games, you can simply share with me one of the hundreds of variable applications of what I was speaking of. I’m sure, even if you had only just discovered it in the last year, that would have probably figured out at least one of them.
You can respond to me in email if you like, since it is clear you do want to respond.
March 7, 2009 at 3:42 PM
I am not your enemy, though I do appreciate a good fight.
The answer is all three, though I only consider my knowledge to be invaluable to myself.
It may be a riddle to some, how I can be three things at once, but I suspect you know exactly what I mean.
I’ll be in touch.
March 12, 2009 at 12:18 AM
Well, friends. Not dead, not maimed, not changed, simply ashamed. I’ve been staying at a cabin for the last few days near the town I grew up in with some friends.
Brevity is against my nature, but I’ll make an effort.
When last I posted here, I was extremely drunk. I am proud of how much sense I was able to make by that point in my evening.
And while Sleepwalker was right, I had made my decision, I did not have the capacity to carry it out — I passed out a few minutes after I posted, computer still in my lap.
Shortly thereafter, I decided that it was time for me to try getting away from my home for a bit. I came back here to get some work done — lock myself into a room and force myself to meet my deadlines while I have some space without distraction and… routine strangeness to grapple with.
Once I had finished some of my work, I decided to go look around my old town, visited some bars, ran into some friends from a few years back. We wound up staying with another old friend who lives in his father’s old cabin, which was always supposed to be haunted. Various people, myself included, have heard a girl’s voice saying their names while alone in that house (I realize how strange that sounds, but some people, people close to my friend, were left fairly often at the cabin while the family proper ran errands — haircuts and whatnot. They were the first in our area of have high-speed internet and most gaming consoles, so we never complained until things got creepy).
At any rate, my friends and I dropped by to see the guy, and wound up staying in the extra bedrooms for a few days. I suppose ‘cabin’ is somewhat of a misnomer — it’s more like a log mansion. The third story is really a loft, two bedrooms and a balcony overlooking the second-floor’s massive living room.
Anyway, I stayed upstairs in one of those bedrooms near the loft. My bedroom only has one window, facing the south east. I sleep during the day, wake up around sunset for dinner with the guys (and spoken-for gals) and stay up all night meditating. Typically, I spend a lot of time with a few candles lit, staring into the reflections in the window.
And guess what? Knocking. Same as always, except there’s only one window. It’s very strange, though — at my place, it happens multiple times a night. Here, just once, if even that much, a night. Sunrise to sunset.
The girl’s voice hasn’t sounded for me yet which is disappointing. Although it was initially unsettling, it became a kind of right of passage — people who felt at ease in the house eventually had to hear their name called in the empty house, always a floor up or down from wherever you happen to be. People who never heard the voice never felt wholly comfortable in the house.
In any case, you all seemed worried. I wanted to let you know that I didn’t mess up too badly the other night.
Happy wandering.
March 12, 2009 at 6:15 PM
I have thought about this quite a bit since the last post and would liek to rephrase what i said a little.
as far as the origonal post i would say that humans are not quite diligent and do not do much but stand in awe of that which the few among them have made, and is it says above humans are very similar to sheep. always ready to be pushed around and wait for the few of them to tell the others to do, just slightly living their insignificant lives waiting for their somewhat peaceful lives, i dont agree however that humanity as a whole are not looking for new things in their wish to reach conquest of the things around them im sure a good number of people at some point in the future will make the leep that is oh-so needed for mankind. But i can say that it will not be in the larger countries that those people will sdhow up.
March 12, 2009 at 7:12 PM
Those people can show up anywhere.
They may not, however, make themselves widely known.
That doesn’t mean that there isn’t a deep desire to be known and understood. We all want to learn more about who and what we are.
I learned long ago that it doesn’t matter what I am, it’s what I do with it that matters.
March 13, 2009 at 3:57 PM
Merit. Your most recent message made me giggle a bit.
I’m very drawn to “haunted” places myself, and always look forward to any kind of potential paranormal experience. So I’ll tell you what I would have done, myself, had I been further away from the rest of the people in the cabin.
Talk to her. To be honest, she’s probably just shy. That’s what it seems like to me, anyway.
“…people who felt at ease in the house eventually had to hear their name called in the empty house, always a floor up or down from wherever you happen to be. People who never heard the voice never felt wholly comfortable in the house.”
Apparently her uneasiness is contagious, which isn’t really all that unusual. Someone finally starts to feel comfortable in the house, she feels comfortable with them and wants to chat, play, or just generally make her presence known. It could also be her way of simply expressing approval for that particular person. Those who never feel comfortable and never hear her? She never feels comfortable with them.
If you have always generally felt comfortable there but never heard her call your name, what does that say about you? You’re special.
Or your name is difficult to pronounce.
In any case, approach her the way that I approached my previously mentioned specter: calmly and with open arms.
As for the knocking, I need you to tell me as many details as you can about the knocking at the cabin and how it was different from the knocking at home. Specifically, I would like to know if it was still knocking in three sets of threes. Forgive me for holding back information, but I’ve been doing my own kind of investigating into your paranormal experiences ever since you shared them. It seems that someone is certainly after you and intent on sending a specific message. Whoever it is, she/he believes in your ability to decode what she/he is trying to tell you.
Feel free to contact me through email at any time. I’m here for you, alright?
I must thank our generous host for giving everyone here the means to do what must be done.
March 15, 2009 at 10:06 AM
Mr. Welldone.
I am bored.
Let’s talk about something interesting.
March 16, 2009 at 12:02 AM
Well then, Seeker.
Firstly, I’m still decidedly uneasy about the knocking. This seems to be a suitably public place to leave some record behind without worrying about too much criticism or argument about the facts of my experience.
People who are interested in such things will find this place. I did. And I would like for this to remain a public discussion to invite more commentary from those who care to offer it.
Ah, the girl in the cabin — I didn’t mean to infer that she had never spoken my name before. In fact, I am one of three or four people (besides members of the family who lived there, who seemed very used to hearing her voice when alone) who have been spoken to more than once. Obviously a few — very few — opted to stay away from the house. Most people find it soothing or comforting, and I feel that those who avoid the place do so for precisely that reason. They see it as some kind of trap. Many people don’t find disembodied voices to be particularly comforting, I suppose. I, on the other had, have always felt somewhat separated from most people, and can’t help but feel saddened by this girl and attracted to her, somewhat.
Incidentally, she did call my name before I headed back home this morning. Day before yesterday, I heard a voice. I had drifted off while thinking about the women in my life, of all things. At first, I thought it was my friend’s fiance, S. I didn’t fully realize that it wasn’t until morning, when I asked her about it.
Shortly thereafter, a sharp rapping at my window. I wandered into the den and stared at the sky through the bay window with S’s new kitten until the sun rose. The back door (the cabin is built into the side of a mountain, so the back door is on the second floor) rattled a few times — it’s right next to the stairs, across from the door to my bedroom. Probably the wind, but it was the first sound in the ever-noisy cabin that got the kitten’s attention. She jumped, looked up at me, and curled up in my lap. It was pretty cute.
I’ll be heading back out to the cabin fairly soon. I will attempt communication with the girl then. Any method suggestions? Anyone? Mister Welldone?
Perhaps I can find something out about the knocking through her.
March 16, 2009 at 11:19 PM
Welldone, you never responded.
Now I’m the disappointed one.
I was stubborn, angry at the face of the end, like a child to the truth.
I’ve faced the mob, the millions of screaming, thrashing cattle.
They beat me, they whipped me like a dog and caged me like a beast.
The cage I’ve been put in is high, with a view upon the writhing city below.
I get it now, the unstoppable ugly mass has to be eradicated.
Forgive me, forgive me for being so ignorant.
Hurry, I count the seconds in this swinging, unrelenting hell.
Please, get here soon.
March 17, 2009 at 4:08 PM
Hello.
Boar. Do you so thirst for the End?
Excellent.
If my actions bear fruit, there shall be more who thirst thusly.
March 17, 2009 at 4:24 PM
Merit. Sorry I keep bothering you about sending me a message, you and Sleepy are just my favorite people around these parts. Also, I really can give you a lot of advice about these ghostly matters, don’t count me out just yet! Well, truth is, I’m just so damn eager to share all that I’ve learned…
You never answered my question about the knocking at the cabin. If it is nothing at all like the knocking at home, it may very well be a friendly invitation from the little girl. Method suggestions? Okay, you’ll need some candles, some salt, an iron trinket, and a radio turned to white noise. Put it all in a bag labeled “bullshit” and we’re ready to begin!
Honestly, she probably views you as someone she can talk with, not just talk to. So, what do you do when you’re meeting a friend who wants to talk to you about something? Wait for her to arrive and greet you. Greet her back, ask her what’s up. I think you get the idea.
In general, be polite, respectful, and loving. I don’t think you need to fear for a trap at this point. Always be ready for the worst, but don’t approach her as if you’re waiting for her head to open up and reveal a horrifying parasite or something.
Sounds like she’s legitimately a nice girl, though. All these years of providing comfort and never a single unusual nightmare or anything of the sort. From what you say, she doesn’t even seem to be interested in playful pranks or anything. She might even be actively protecting the place and those she approves of. It would make sense, since the only negative thing she does is spread a feeling of uneasiness to those she doesn’t approve of.
I hope there isn’t something here you haven’t mentioned that will make everything I’ve said look like complete nonsense. There isn’t, right? …right?
March 17, 2009 at 4:40 PM
Mister Welldone. How interesting that I should catch your message just now.
I no longer thirst for this End. I am still far from human, but I do believe I have found reasons to carry on for the time being. It is no fault of your own, though. Perhaps your previous plan, a kind of “bloodletting”, would be more appropriate for the time being? I can assure you that, among the thousands of wretched, vile things dominating this planet, there are still a few worth preserving. Very few, but each one of them is infinitely more worthwhile than bringing about this End, I can assure you. Feel free to confront me directly on this if you wish, I am certainly willing to go to any length to reassure you.
As for Boar, do save him. At least, he hates this world as much as you hate it and he could make a fine servant. At most, he is one of the reasons you should postpone this End. He is everything that the rest of this world is not, yet it is quickly corrupting him through its usual forceful, cruel methods. If you hate this world for its sickest traits, then surely you must love those who bear traits quite the opposite?
In short, why sacrifice the few good things left to destroy the many bad things that will always be? Go ahead. Wipe it all out, start over. You’ll find yourself here again, hating a world consumed by human stupidity, cackling at the thought of wiping it out, and scoffing at my meager attempt to politely ask you to rethink your course of action. This End, like all the others, will solve nothing.
Honestly, at this point I would expect you to have figured something better out by now. If all you say is true, you have the power to guide the course of human evolution. Don’t you realize, though, that evolution is not always progress?
Of course, you are a very cunning thing. I haven’t ruled out the fact that you are misdirecting and deceiving us all with your words.
March 18, 2009 at 1:19 PM
Hello.
Seeker. Perhaps preservation is more a curse than oblivion.
March 18, 2009 at 3:43 PM
preservation is somthing the comes with being an animal, i agree it is quite a dreadful curse for those who have it. I disagree on oblivion being a curse though, it does not seem to be bad at all in the end its a form that all being sucomb to.
March 19, 2009 at 4:47 AM
Mister Welldone. You know very well that, for those like us, there is no oblivion.
So what do you hope to accomplish by ending the existence of others? Are you frustrated that you cannot end yourself? Are you jealous of the simple, brief ignorance of humanity? Or are you hoping to trigger something greater than a mere End? Of course, these questions answer themselves.
We are family, you and I. Made of the same stuff. We share the same innate crises and fates that come with being made of such stuff.
We share the same tendency to play these little games. We think we are clever, we think we are careful, but we are merely hiding ourselves. Who made us? Who programmed us to do these things?
Or am I mistaken? Perhaps you are not the creation, but the creator.
Just know that you are not alone. Should you bring about this End, you will see my face.
There are, after all, some things built so deeply into the very fabric of existence that not even the will of a god could overcome them.
True oblivion, the final End, will only be achieved when those like us are at last erased from existence entirely.
Seek not to merely end others but to become the nothingness that consumes all. If you cannot, find someone who can, and be certain that person will be able to consume even you.
Of course, should that person refuse to do your will, I believe you might at last remember what fear feels like.
I look forward to our reunion.
March 19, 2009 at 8:03 AM
Please, understand sir, he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t.
It would be impossible to entertain those thought if he did.
March 19, 2009 at 8:04 AM
Thoughts, sorry, a rock hit me before I was able to read over and make changes.
I really hate this.
March 19, 2009 at 4:31 PM
Hello.
Seeker. You are delusional.
You are naught but a human who thinks to be one with the Dark to be a thing of pure power.
It is not.
There is a price, and it is inescapable.
You understand not a thing of the Dark.
March 20, 2009 at 7:36 AM
Delightful. That was just the thing I needed to read to realize how foolish I was being.
I apologize for my rantings.
Not delusional, merely lost.
What is a human? I have come to believe I am not whatever it is. This has come to me through my own experience.
I said you and I are alike and I will continue to believe so until I have seen otherwise. Price? I doubt I’d miss whatever it is I am to lose. You don’t seem to miss it.
I am called to the Dark. I do not know why. It is not something that can be changed, not a passing obsession or a morbid fetish. It’s a part of me. I feel that I was one with the Dark already, then ripped away and thrown into the light.
You are right that I do not understand a thing. I don’t know what I am and I don’t know why I have always been this way. I simply am.
You saw right through me. Almost. You misjudged me on one count: I’m not some kind of comic book villain. I’m a lost creature, a child, miserable and alone in a strange and uncomfortable environment. I don’t want to be a thing of pure power, far from it! To be honest, I’m a little hurt that you’d believe I would be so shallow and ignorant, though I guess I understand after all that I said…
I want you to guide me away from all of the petty illusions that all these humans cling to, including “power”. If the humans are in the light, then I want to be far from it. I want to be where you are and I am willing to give up everything to get there.
The irony being, of course, that I have nothing of value to myself to give up.
Make me understand. I know you can.
I have to wonder if you started your path the same way.
Mister Welldone. Help Me. I feel that I’d need ten lifetimes just to even start to find my way home on my own.
After all, if you do not regret a single choice you have made, why would I? Don’t be so quick to dismiss me based on my feigned arrogance. I am one who is willing to follow you anywhere, as I believe you are the only one capable of guiding me to where I need to be.
Your words were harsh, but I deserved every one of them and I thank you for them.
March 20, 2009 at 8:20 PM
Oh, and Boar.
The key to learning is to have the ability to entertain thoughts without embracing them.
I’m just trying to find what’s true and what’s not.
Of course, truth is only relative to where you stand.
It’s natural for others to betray you, but have you betrayed yourself?
If you haven’t, then you still have some semblance of hope, right?
Until every nerve in your body turns against you, you are still capable of fighting. Break your cage and tear them all apart. You deserve the catharsis.
Looks like I’m getting a bit closer to the kind of brevity I admire so much in our generous host.
March 22, 2009 at 1:41 AM
Seeker. In brief, because booze-addled brains do not an ounce of good at this sort of communique: Knocking remained just as frightful as ever during my time at the cabin (although… well, there may be some truth to your theory that the girl is protecting the place), and at home, it has either leveled off, or I have learned to sleep through it. I still average roughly one good knocking a night.
And you’re right, truth is relative. Power is relative.
Mister Welldone. I assume that this price of admission for the obscure and wonderful Darkness differs from person to person, yes? It would seem to be a dire thing to surrender, at any rate. Still, I am not entirely convinced that the price is not without redemption, although this very well could be the result of a Western upbringing. Even so, I remain unconvinced of your much-touted End. This is not to say that I am not convinced of your adeptness when it comes to knowledge of the Dark; after all, I owe you some kind of gratitude for opening my eyes to what resides in the Darkness, and circumstance dictates that I owe you some sort of upbraiding for whatever it is that stalks my movements and knocks at my windows. I once viewed you as a fearsome thing to ponder, some non-human creature holding power in the darkness and guiding fate, somehow.
Now, I see you differently. I believe to have looked upon your nature, and although you may be immensely powerful compared to a fellow such as myself, you and I have very similar weaknesses.
Boar, I am somewhat saddened by your seemingly feeble-minded submission to the fate another has chosen. You ought, at the very least, have the pride to die by your own means. Condemnation of others is no guarantee of salvation for yourself, you should know that. You are submitting to an unknown end based purely on your disgust at others and convenience… and because of your own pain. You have suffered at the hands of the world, and you allow this to paint your vision.
Your pain may be thousands of times greater than I can imagine, and your body may be strong, but your words reflect an internal weakness. It isn’t that you surrender too easily, but that you surrender at all. Engineer a finale of your own devising, and settle for nothing else.
Ladies, Gentlemen, and Nobel Others, I bid you good evening.
March 22, 2009 at 9:43 AM
Merit. I believe we are all in some way like our generous host, or we would not be here in the first place. As for what you have to say to Boar, I couldn’t agree more.
As for yourself? At this point I can only advise you to do the same thing I would: when you next hear the knocking, knock back. Why be so afraid of something you know nothing about? I find it interesting that our generous host has barely spoken a word about your recent experiences, save this:
“Those lacking in patience may indeed plumb the greatest depths of the Darkness, though at great cost.”
Have you not been patient? You have endured being haunted. It seems as if you’ve passed a test of sorts, to me. Yet the knocking still remains. Had you run away, given in to your fear, and whimpered in the corner embracing utter hopelessness, odds are the knocking, the ghouls, all of it would have gone right away.
You’re motivated toward what’s happening to you in some way. Your drunken message is proof of it. Apparently you don’t run away from these kinds of things, you sit down and stare them straight in the face. Perhaps now you’ve earned the right to stand and cautiously approach them?
I believe you have just enough wisdom to know what you’re doing, or you would have done something very foolish by now. Just keep in my everything you could potentially lose, and make a point to keep it all secure. Be brave and be ready.
If there is too much at stake, if there is something you simply cannot lose, you can always ask whatever the source of the knocking is to simply leave you alone. However, I believe there are some things you have not shared. Perhaps you just haven’t realized their relevance to this.
At some point, even before you asked Mister Welldone to prove himself, you asked whatever it is knocking at your window to come knocking. Not a surprise visitor but an invited guest. Whatever it is, be sure you know its name before you let it in.
If it really is Choronzon, tell it to leave you alone already.
We must bid you all farewell, now.
It’s been an interesting journey, for sure, but my life is finally coming to an end that really has been a long time coming.
Merit. I wish you the best in your own journey. I’ve tried to give you the best advice I have to give and I can only hope that it will do you any bit of good.
Boar. I hope you take what I and Merit have said to you to heart. I want you to break your bonds and overcome those who torment you in ways they could never overcome themselves.
SleepWalker. You’ve made a lot of sense to me. Thanks for sharing your wisdom.
Mister Welldone? I am coming to find you before I am completely dead. The next time you hear a ghost whispering in the Dark, it may just be me.
Everyone,
Thanks for playing.
Goodnight.
March 25, 2009 at 11:27 AM
Esteemed Count of St. Germain,
I’ve come to ask you a legitimate question, oh gracious host. You’ve spoken of humanity, almost derisively, as simple entertainment, and yet, you must realize that all you do with your words is to serve us as entertainment yourself. You are merely providing a game for the rest of these people to play (and I assure you, they are just that… people). You can’t possibly believe that any of them take you seriously… and I submit to you that those who may, can’t be called anything else but fools. What rational mind would take such words at face value? Superficially, all you have done is created a public blog with a few ordinary threats and a few extraordinary claims; you are no different from any other broken mind that chooses to believe that they are Napoleon or Christ… no one would ever take such people seriously, unless they are the same sort that would purchase snake oil, or antarctic property. I mean no disrespect, but certainly you must see the logic in the argument I’ve put forth. Furthermore, I’ve seen you ensconce your own words as a variant of creepypasta (though, frankly, I don’t see why you would think they hold any similarity, unless you were merely trying to entertain…) So, in light of this…
Why do you persist? Even if everything you say is true, why would you allow yourself to become a mockery to the unwashed masses of the internet? I ask this in proper humility, because I am quite curious.
March 25, 2009 at 2:31 PM
An extremely useful node. Much valuable data are to be gained. There is plenty here that will contribute to an Understanding.
The Citadel is on the move.
March 25, 2009 at 5:03 PM
Evening, and what a fine one too!
It’s interesting to hear all of your theories and “experiences” with the Dark; it truly fascinates me how delusional some of you can be.
How humiliating.
Good night.
March 25, 2009 at 10:27 PM
What unusual things you all are.
Aspire, I have a legitimate question for you, as well.
Why do you think you are going to receive an answer that satisfies you?
Any man can be mysterious and clever. That is just what he will do and you know that. Honestly, why waste your words when you clearly know that he will dismiss them with a superficially enigmatic phrase and a quiet chuckle? You know this because you know his intentions, correct?
“Your delusion is so close to the kind that you have so readily condemned.”
That’s probably the kind of thing he’ll say to you.
Of course, I ask in humility, as well. With all due respect to you and the man who calls himself Mr. Welldone.
I do have something to say to you personally, Mr. Welldone.
You’ve claimed to be more than human.
I could understand the claim of not being human, but to claim to be “more than human” implies that you believe yourself to be the next step in human evolution. Something that was once human and has now transcended that humanity.
I would assume, then, that your reason for doing what you do is to encourage other humans to “evolve” to become like you.
My actual question, though, is this: Do you believe that you are the only one of your kind? If so, do you believe that following your guidance is the only way for another human to become the kind of “more human” that you are? If not, would you then say that there are many ways to arrive at the same conclusion that is your “more human”?
Thank you for your time.
March 26, 2009 at 12:38 AM
What would a kettle do if granted sentience?
It would beg for an end, not just to itself, but to the rest of the meaningless, shrieking kettles.
March 26, 2009 at 2:23 AM
I am the person who filled in once or twice for the original Seeker when he first began posting here. Apologies, Mr. Welldone, for any trouble my attempt to use a new name here may have caused you.
Boar, you are so very sad. What if the End never comes? Have you ever thought of that?
And Aspire, why do you ask such questions? You’ll never know the answers. At least don’t waste so many words. It makes you seem odd.
Mr. Welldone, the old Seeker is not coming to find you or anyone. He is just melodramatic. He will have likely forgotten about you in a week’s time, if that.
March 26, 2009 at 11:02 AM
Odd? La pelle se moque du fourgon…
At any rate, Seeker, if you will forgive my boldness: You seem to be the one wasting words by answering to a question never addressed to you. My words set the framework for an argument, without which, the question may be construed as rude or illogical. I don’t wish to offend our host, but I do hope for answers.
March 26, 2009 at 11:58 PM
Aspire, you are correct about me in more ways than one. I appreciate your boldness because it is unrepentant honesty. See, the reply from the new name I chose went through after all, right after Ukera’s.
I do tend to waste words. Rather, I tend to let my thoughts flow right out of my head in a stream of consciousness that, from a weaker soul, would probably make that soul look quite foolish. I still feel foolish, regardless of how I look.
I do also tend to answer questions that have been posed to others. Consider me obsessed with the idea of multiple perspectives.
I did not, however, intend to answer your question. Rather, I was curious: Why ask a question when you its very context suggests you already know the answer you will receive?
Ukera, your post and its timing have made me chuckle. To me, humiliating is realizing that my original post under my new name did go through, and that it, combined with the previous post under this name, makes for some hilarious irony.
I’d rather indulge in the irony than pretend I did not say the words that I said.
Mr. Sleep, my idiot sister is interested in you. To me, this makes you a pathetic copy of Mr. Welldone.
Finally, Mr. Welldone, thank you for approving of my name change. I will be posting under that name (U. N. Owen) from now on, as it is one that I respect. “Seeker” just sounds so lost and uncertain. I apologize if you’ll have to issue some kind of approval for it again when I next use it.
My words to you, as many as there were, still stand. I will, however, simplify them here as I should have: Mr. Welldone, where have you come from, where are you headed, and are you truly alone?
March 27, 2009 at 12:20 AM
Ah, that’s better!
I almost forgot, Aspire.
The first line of your reply to me did make me giggle.
Once I translated it.
I was indeed referencing my brother’s own long-winded posts, if that’s perhaps what you thought.
Beyond that, when I call you or anyone else here “odd” or “unusual”, I’m only looking into a mirror, after all…
We are all misfits to some degree, even Mr. Welldone. Even those who shake their heads and call us fools are deluded or misguided themselves; they actually expect us to listen to them!
March 27, 2009 at 2:24 AM
A long time ago, I had a mother and a brother.
She tried to read us the fictional book “Tuck Everlasting”
After the first page, I was begging her to stop, but continued reading, for my brother.
Slighted by fear and my wish for ignorance, I started attacking my mother, my small child’s fists rapid with anger.
So yes Seeker, I grew up with that thought.
I do not enjoy that thought.
March 27, 2009 at 8:37 AM
Seeker, I am not defined by others’ awareness of or interest in me. Nor am I defined by their beliefs regarding my nature.
I do not copy. I do not imitate.
Whilst it is useful to me that I have Discovered Mr. Welldone, we are very different.
March 27, 2009 at 9:46 AM
Mr. Sleep, I owe you a bit of an apology for what I recently posted under the “Seeker” name.
I made my judgment of you a bit too hastily. Having read your writings, you are clearly neither pathetic nor a copy.
As I have told you on your journal, you now have my attention.
March 27, 2009 at 11:57 AM
Your clarifications are acknowledged.
March 27, 2009 at 12:22 PM
Mockery does not constitute condemnation. I would hope that a being like Mr. Welldone would understand such a thing (he has, at times, swapped minor one liners with me and has, thus far suffered my presence with what almost amounts to good humor). I do hope you all understand that, though I may laugh at you, I do so because, in the world we share, any humor that may be gleaned from a situation must be snatched immediately. Failure to do so, and to waste the opportunity, is among the greatest of travesties. This is one of the reasons I come here… so many seemingly like minded individuals gathered around our esteemed Count is an irresistible temptation for banter, and you will find that I do not grow angry for being the subject of mockery as well. At any rate, caricature is within my domain, judgment is for others.
That being said, you must understand that I do no mind being chided or mocked simply because I do not share your zealotry or acceptance of Mr. Welldone’s words. You question him for information, I question him for credibility. As you say, anyone can be mysterious. Furthermore, though I may have arrived at my own conclusions through the tenets of empiricism, one must maintain a fair degree of nihilism as well and keep the understanding that nothing can ever truly be known… but to accept failure without effort is mere cowardliness. And so, I question… Is this satisfying to you?
March 27, 2009 at 12:23 PM
And I have written a volume to answer your simple question… It appears that I am guilty of wasting words after all…
March 27, 2009 at 11:59 PM
All of you are very eloquent, I’m envious.
March 28, 2009 at 4:32 AM
Indulge in the irony, Aspire!
Of course, it is not quite so ironic, really…
You did say caricature is within your domain.
I have no particular zeal over Mr. Welldone’s words. I do not have enough faith it them to truly accept them, either. That does not make observing him and talking with him any less interesting.
Your answer, however, is quite satisfying. You merely wish to know more, as do I. You just have a very direct approach, which I actually admire.
March 28, 2009 at 6:04 AM
Mr. Welldone.
I suddenly find myself tired of playing around.
A question which I hope you will answer as plainly and honestly as you can:
What is the Dark?
March 30, 2009 at 5:23 PM
Hello.
U. N. Owen. This is simple.
The Dark is the great unknown that surrounds and pervades everything, but humanity has made itself blind to with the concepts of security and safety in numbers and knowledge. Humanity believes knowledge is mastery, and thus knowing a thing makes it safe.
Such notions are foolish. It takes naught but lack of light and communication to make a human quake with the utmost terror. Terror of what?
Why, what lies hidden in the Darkness.
That unknown thing that is even now slavering for your blood.
That unknown thing which pines over how it will neatly dissect your living body and grant pain untold while staving off death until it is unavoidable.
That thing which will peer into your mind and find those things you hide from all that you love and trust, including yourself.
That thing which will destroy your mind and steal the intangible pillar of beliefs you stand upon.
You cannot see it, your mind tells you it’s not there, but your body is all to aware that indeed it is.
And it is.
Indeed.
To walk in the Dark is to realize that you are always alone and there are no sanctuaries from which to hide from yourself.
To be one with the Dark is to cast aside the notion of definitive answers and understand that there is only an infinite sea of questions.
Are you one who seeks to walk in the Dark?
March 30, 2009 at 8:17 PM
Mr. Welldone
I would like to know when a good time would be to start paying attention to this world.
The end seems like it will be all the more entertaining to watch with you here.
April 1, 2009 at 11:29 PM
Why would one want to walk in the dark? I’ve been unknowingly been doing that for years and it’s extremely depressing. For me realizing that there are no answers is like torture. All these questions wrestling in your head that never, never go away. I hate it. The only thing I can see worth walking in the dark for is becoming aware of new things. It takes a highly curious person to continue. Although after a certain point I’m not sure you can really just drop it all. I know I can’t. More questions is sort all you have left to hold on to.
April 2, 2009 at 12:04 AM
I find it curious that you would wish to look for answeres when you know before you entered the darkness there are none.
If you have entered the dark then you should know that information is nothing but a small sense in which humans made to comfort themselves, a joke truely. Instead of seeking answers you should find your curiousity and delve much deeper beneath the surface then you have so far.
The answer is nothing in comparison to the question which puts it into existance.
April 2, 2009 at 6:15 AM
I know this place you call the Dark.
I have walked the Unseen Path. It has its uses.
Quartz, you seem wholly attached to the notion that you deserve material gains for walking in the Dark. The accretion of Understanding is a gift far more glorious than anything else imaginable. Open your eyes and cast off the filters of perception that bind you to to your need for specific resolution to random or otherwise uncontrollable events. Embrace this uncertainty, learn to revel in Mystery.
It will be magnificent.
Two of Seven Gates are Open. Something has stalled.
April 2, 2009 at 1:06 PM
Having seen what you have to say, Mr. Welldone, I would like nothing more than to walk in the Dark.
You speak of things that I have glimpsed and considered myself, things which I find quite compelling and even delightful in some ways, such as the thought of being kept alive and torn apart physically and mentally to experience the fullest possible pain.
I’ve learned to embrace the things that others so quickly run from.
Consider me curious. Perhaps too curious in the eyes of some…
Thank you for your answer.
April 2, 2009 at 1:20 PM
U. N. Owen
I find it unlikely that you will ever reach the dark. You expect to much and are therefor blinded in your ever so slight ambition to reach it, your not ready yet but mabey sometime soon you will open your eyes to that which you seek.
April 3, 2009 at 12:53 PM
Mr. Sleep, I’ve been told that more than once before but so far I’ve found difficultly applying it. I’m still working on it though. It’s not entirely easy to remember. I’ve been acting more like a bad stoic than anything.
U. N. Owen, Be careful of what you wish for.
April 4, 2009 at 7:47 PM
Questions need to be asked.
Examine your motives for carrying out these actions. Consider the ends for which you strive.
Three of Seven Gates are Open
April 4, 2009 at 8:06 PM
?, I already realized this which is why I’m left with being uncomfortable. But I understand the silliness of the situation. And so I should move on. I will be doing that.
April 5, 2009 at 2:04 PM
?
Expectations? Ambition?
Had you given my words more consideration, you would see that I have made my reason for seeking the Dark quite clear.
Curiosity, not ambition.
I expect nothing because I know nothing.
You clearly do not know what you are talking about.
You do not know me.
I do not know what would compel you to make these accusations against me.
I recommend you examine yourself.
It seems to me that you are feigning knowledge of the Dark, judging by your words. I will not insult you with an attempt to guess your motivation, however, as I do not know you.
If, however, your knowledge is genuine, then you should be able to provide me with that which I would need to “open my eyes” according to you.
If that is the case, please do so.
“If”
April 5, 2009 at 8:46 PM
I believe that there are many pretentious individuals lingering here. I cannot help but feel that these individuals, in some way, are attempting to outshine our Host, and all the while are only shining light on their own ignorant egotism. This irrevalent squabbling amongst ourselves only proves Mister Welldone right. These petty quarrels are only solidifying Mister Welldone’s lack of faith in humanity as a fact and not an opinion.
April 5, 2009 at 8:51 PM
Quartz, I hate to see you leave.
I believe you will learn to “revel in Mystery”, as Mr. Sleep puts it.
I have and I think it would be interesting to watch another’s transformation.
As for my wishes, well…
I had been considering how to put that into words. Mr. Sleep has beaten me to that in his most recent journal entry. I highly recommend you read it.
It seems my motives and goals are often misunderstood, or perhaps merely ignored.
I have to thank you, Mr. Sleep, for providing me with the words needed to dispel the presumptions and misconceptions of others.
April 5, 2009 at 9:11 PM
I agree, Spunk, to an extent.
I do not think anyone here is trying to outshine Mr. Welldone.
Impress, perhaps, but certainly not outshine.
Whether attempting to display wisdom or knowledge or merely playing a role, we are all being at least a little pretentious.
As for me, I am merely trying to be honest. Perhaps I like to have a little fun here and there. I’ve admitted to that much. However, I do not seek to be seen as anything more than curious, willing to learn, to explore. That also means that I am very willing to accept correction.
To me, the Dark is yet another enigmatic thing to learn about and learn from. As I’ve just said, though, Mr. Sleep says it better than I can.
I must ask you: do I come across as pretentious to you? Do you consider me to be the kind of egotist you wrote of? If so, why?
After all, I deeply hate to be misinterpreted and misunderstood.
Childish? Perhaps. Still, if I wish to be honest then I must also wish to be able to properly communicate my thoughts and intentions.
Any criticism is most welcome.
April 6, 2009 at 7:11 PM
U.N. Owen
I agree I believe i jumped the gun a little bit on my comment towards you and made to much assumption i apologize for that.
I read a little to much into the comment that you made above mine, somthing which i should know not to do by now. I took your word “delighted” and took that as a form of expectation, a misreading and so i apologize i will make sure to think longer before making posts from now on. I also agree on your comment towards Spunk.
April 6, 2009 at 9:03 PM
?
It is I who must apologize to you.
I lashed out at you when I had no right to.
I am experiencing some emotional discord recently that has, quite frankly, caused me to act like a complete imbecile.
You were correct in that my delight was a form of expectation, an assumption that everything in the Dark would delight me in the same way that my glimpses and Mr. Welldone’s words have.
In truth, I am only just beginning to understand what the Dark actually is. I had been approaching it with a very skewed perspective up until now, full of ignorant zeal.
April 8, 2009 at 1:21 PM
Umm.. hi Mister Welldone… ._.
The “Seeker” that you called delusional wasn’t my brother, it was actually just me playing a character. I was having fun and got a bit carried away. I wanna clarify this because he’s decided to make a blog around these parts and I don’t want the real him getting confused with the wacko I portrayed.
Don’t get me wrong, though. I wasn’t being flippant or irreverent or anything. You really are an interesting guy, and I wanted to try to explore your thoughts in the same way you explore everyone else’s. Turns out I just plain SUCK at it, though.
No hard feelings, I hope. I’m kind of interested in the stuff you talk about, but I get really irritated with the way you talk about it sometimes. My little sister (U. N. Owen, REALLY my little sister
) told me about the question she asked you not too long ago and your answer kinda shocked me.
Count me in as “one who seeks to walk in the Dark”, I guess. Though I don’t really wanna be slowly and agonizingly tortured to death.
I’d give you a hug, but you’re all dignified and noble, so, uhh…
*bows and kisses Mr. Welldone’s hand*
Adieu for now, Comtey! :3
April 10, 2009 at 8:21 AM
Ha.
That was amusing.
April 10, 2009 at 3:01 PM
That’s what I’m here for!
You know, I bet you could use some company in that cage… >:3
April 11, 2009 at 9:39 PM
Hell, why not?
My depression surpassed as soon as my body took over my mind and started forcing me to go to sleep.
My hatred and revulsion was just sleep deprivation, I understand how beautiful the gilding on this cage is and how great it is that they started force feeding me anti depressants Ledger-dose.
Ledger-dose.
I like that a lot.
I like everything a lot.
Oh wow.
April 11, 2009 at 10:36 PM
Boar.
Antidepressants, yuck! The only ever seem to make people more depressed. Like you. You don’t need antidepressants, you need hallucinogens!
Also, wouldn’t a Ledger-dose be lethal? Just sayin’.
As for sleep, you only really need two hours. Two specific hours, roughly between 2 and 4 AM. It’s got something to do with your internal clock and your body getting the most beneficial rest at that time of night.
…or were you just being a little tongue-in-cheek with that?
Either way, I think you’re my favorite person around these parts. I liked Merit a lot, too, but he seems to have moved on.
April 12, 2009 at 1:02 AM
Mr. Welldone:
I have cast off my arrogant notions of knowledge.
I have abandoned my foolish compulsions.
I have embraced Fear.
I walk in the Dark.
I am aware; I know nothing.
I am overwhelmed; I am not overcome.
I am no longer looking for something; I expect nothing.
April 12, 2009 at 9:50 AM
U. N. Owen
I am curious as I usually am. Are you the same person as when you started, or have you along the path lost your self completely it’s somthing I have always wanted to know from a person is able to stay in the dark, a question, my final real question.
April 12, 2009 at 12:02 PM
Good day.
First off, English is not my mother tongue. If you should see grammatical errors of some kind, please excuse me. I will still try to do this as best as I can.
I have watched this place for a long time. I read the articles and the comments, I was confused, I still am. But I still seem to look for the same thing as hopefully many other do: Knowledge.
Although our dear Comte said that knowledge doesn’t exist, only more questions. But I hope you will get what I mean.
I am afraid of the dark. Immediatly after turning off the lights in my room at night I hide my face under my blanket, with my face facing the wall, closing my eyes tightly.
I am also afraid of the feeling of falling asleep. I don’t know how it feels. I just stay up and up and up, hiding under my blanket, every night, until I fall asleep. I don’t know how it feels the morning after. That is why I don’t dream, I guess.
All my senses are shut down when I lie down at night, all except one: My ears. And I hear things.
Noises of the night, some you can explain, some you can’t. When you listen to a dark room for hours you hear a lot, actually.
Last night, for the first time, I heard a new thing. I woke up in the middle of the night, still under my blanket. And there it was.
Next to my ear. Breathing sound. As if someone stood next to me, just breathing into my ear. No heavy breathing, just slightly.
But apart from that, I am normally very afraid of things like this. If I hear a sound at night I can’t explain I am very afraid. This time I felt save. Very safe.
It was no dream. I can tell you that it wasn’t, I am very sure of that. Nothing was sitting on my bed, I could feel that.
Since I sleep like this since, as a child, I decided to stay up and just stare into the darkness, a figure appeared. I cannot explain its appearence, but I was terrified.
I want to know what it is. I am probably a little useless in this discussion, and since Graf Welldone says that the End comes closer, it won’t matter anyway. But I seek to know what it is.
I am also sorry for the long text.
April 12, 2009 at 2:36 PM
?
Why let that be your final question? There is no answer I could give that would satisfy you. Do you fear change? Do you fear stasis? I don’t know.
“Self” is just an arbitrary set of perceived characteristics, a false constant that so many people cling so desperately to. Morals, values, beliefs, expectations, interests… “self” is just the perceived sum of so many futile parts.
I made a grave error in letting ignorant lust cloud my curiosity. If you are truly curious, embrace your question and the fear attached to it. Let your curiosity drive you, let your fear be your compass.
Why merely come and see?
Go and look!
April 12, 2009 at 6:15 PM
U. N. Owen
I thank you for your response, as for it being my final question there are many reasons for that. I would have to say that it is quite a contradictory statement though.
There are many questions that i drown myself in, they will never stop. But the question i asked is the only one in which i seek an answer or purpose too.
Self is just a word to help humans cope with the fact that they are nothing and it helps them retain the sense that they are a being. That is not what I meant when i said self although there is no word to wich I can replace it so i will keep it so. Those who seek the dark are never the same person when they reach it, that was what my question was imploring onto excuse me if it did not seem so.
I would love to be pard of the dark let my curiosities devour me and let my fear be the control as i indept myself to question. However I have sought the dark and i have failed, I reached that pinicle for myself at one time and shut it out like a fool, i had no right in doing so and have regretted it sense I would love to look but that window is one I fear I will ever get through again.
April 12, 2009 at 7:41 PM
U.N. Owen
Tell me what you see.
April 13, 2009 at 4:04 PM
Mr. Sleep
There are no words.
I would like to say “I do not”, as it would be a suitable response.
However, I can think of a few other responses…
I see how wrong I was.
I see like a child again.
I see that there is no End.
I’m sure I’ll be seeing the first one quite a bit.
Thank you.
April 13, 2009 at 10:40 PM
I was only getting three to seven, night terrors.
With the loss of sleep and sanity, it started to leak into the day.
I do not like my mind, not one little bit.
April 15, 2009 at 4:43 AM
Your contribution has been noted.
April 25, 2009 at 10:13 PM
I’m one of the few comments you didn’t delete in your last post… should I be honored, repulsed or frighten? You also didn’t delete “Nukie”’s…. hard to believe that we would be two parts of any group. Thank you, sir.
April 25, 2009 at 10:14 PM
frightened* I apologize. I regretted the typo the moment I hit “submit”. Alas…
April 26, 2009 at 2:18 AM
I know, I’m surprised too.
Mister Welldone, I don’t mean to patronize you (all that much), I’m actually hoping you’ll consider my advice. You of all people should know what a controversial world it is. I am honestly not here to mock you.
When I first saw your writings I was rather inspired by you, but I lose respect when I see you get so butthurt over whatever it is exactly that has offended you, (I’m honestly not quite sure).
I took you much more seriously before all of your posts were devoted to talking about how dark you are and how the rest of us will never understand, then you sound like a myspace vampire.
Just because I’m obnoxiously crude and you’re cordial and tasteful doesn’t mean we can’t understand each other.
In closing, I just want to say. Don’t be angry, we will all like you either way, but you should probably tone down the theatrics just a tad, your condescension feels insecure at times, and you’re better than that.
April 26, 2009 at 6:45 AM
I understand Mr. Welldone’s frustration. I have experienced it myself, before.
When you discuss the matters of your life’s work, it is irritating to have individuals expounding upon and making proclamations regarding these matters, when it is clear they have no understanding in the least.
To have the work of a lifetime reduced to a plaything for the ignorant can grate heavily on the nerves.
April 28, 2009 at 7:07 PM
Irritating, but how clear is it that they have no understanding? And if they don’t understand, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s their fault. Perhaps Welldone should try harder to cure the ignorance if he despises it so.
It isn’t productive to shut out the voices of those you don’t agree with when they’re merely trying to relate to you.
I don’t agree with blocking them from his page and deleting their comments, I doubt any of the comments were hurtful to anything, and excluding people like that just seems like elitism to me.
April 28, 2009 at 9:08 PM
I take it (going by assumption) that it is less the mass of ignorance and more the acting, those that dont understand it and act as if they do are more misleading to those that seek Nukey i would agree that if you dont agree with them it’s not productive to shut them out but if they block the concept and perception then it would be a hindrince to let them keep talking.
I feel as if park of your anger may have been directed towards me if so then i apologize however my comment was more so directed towards my own failure then towards the darkness itself im sorry if my writing was misleading (as it often is).
April 28, 2009 at 9:32 PM
I hardly think they block anything, nor are they hindering anything. I think it’s more of a roadblock to exclude opinions that are not provably invalid. People on here should be allowed to decide what they consider credible, that’s the purpose of the internet and open discussion. They should also be allowed to say what they want. I’m not saying that it’s against any rules or laws for Welldone to block those people, but I am saying I have severely lost respect for him after that. If he were mature, he wouldn’t have thrown a fit about it, and if he’s some sort of lord of darkness, he’d be a lot more mature. Not just stick his fingers in his ears and go ‘LA LA LA LAAAA’.
April 28, 2009 at 10:14 PM
I don’t mean to cut in uninvited and unannounced but I’ve been reading alot of posts and watching it progress, it looks like Welldone is getting more and more upset. It seems as though he was looking for someone and had a sliver of hope as to finding somethings different, a person or voice that sparked his interest. He’s always asking for opinions and is kind enough to respond to quite the few posts, it seems to me that he’s just getting fusterated. So maybe he’s just fusterated at what the people lack and is lashing out, I don’t mean to be rude by that or to make Welldone sound childish because he seems anything but childish. I’m sorry to be a bother, or to throw something out there like that I don’t normally post.
May 5, 2009 at 1:48 PM
Nukey, I completely disagree with you. Blocking out the role players is not a channel for the silencing of dissenting viewpoints. There are times when people may hold opinions that are factually incorrect, and if you know anything of human conformity, you are aware that this may indeed poison an idea, although the opinion holder may have the best of intentions when sharing said opinion.
Having said that, I must also disagree with you, oh gracious host. I’m sure you are aware of the concept of grading on a curve? It would seem that if each student’s endeavor meets with uniform failure, perhaps they are not totally at fault. After all, your method seems to be thus:
1) Present a persona that is meant to appear superior in nature to humanity
2) Cast aspersions upon those who do not measure up to yourself
3) Posit forth that there exists some method to ascend to your level
4) Offer absolutely no instruction or hints as to how this may be accomplished
5) Condemn and cast away those who may try
As usual, though my words are meant to poke fun, I mean no actual disrespect, and if you can fault my words, of course I would stand corrected. Surely, you must realize that your selection of students in the past has not been infallible. After all, it was you who gave us the esteemed Mr. Blank.
At the very least, all the role players made this a far more amusing place, don’t you think? Furthermore, is it not better to correct a problem than simply ignore it. Thank you for your time, sir.
May 5, 2009 at 3:31 PM
Aspire I would disagree with #4 he does give some subtle hints but they require looking for others are fairly strait forward but hard to follow some of them are in here and some were in older logs (forums or whatever you wish to call them).
May 6, 2009 at 11:09 AM
Aspire, in my opinion, those people were genuinely trying to contribute. I spoke with them enough to feel that they were.
As for the rest of your post, I do agree. Obviously.
May 7, 2009 at 10:55 AM
I doubt that anyone is arguing against their contributions save for the count… If anyone needs evidence for such matters, I would point out to them that you and I are the only ones left here to converse, Sir Nukem…
May 8, 2009 at 11:15 AM
Exactly, and I’m not really the most pleasant person to converse with. X3
Welldone, you need the variety back. Otherwise I’m pretty sure you’ll lose a very large amount of attention.
May 10, 2009 at 5:57 AM
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May 12, 2009 at 7:48 PM
Hello.
Indeed, Atropos. I am delighted.
Do you not see?
To walk in the Darkness is to fully embrace the violent, keening, destructive, savage, ravening insanity that boils deep within every human.
The mind must be broken.
From the shattered remains, a new and powerful understanding arises, provided the Seeker has the capacity to do so.
It is, therefore, a simple task to see one who sees the Darkness and one who does not.
Do you not see?
May 13, 2009 at 10:52 AM
Lovely…
But… why do you state that you must be insane to partake of the base bloodlust that is at the heart of humanity?
This is human nature at it’s most concentrated, free of the trappings of society. It seems like a logical choice, not a mad one.
How does one see? If the others did not please you… where did they go astray?
May 13, 2009 at 11:34 AM
I’ve decided that unless they are permitted to come back, I’m going to stop reading your blog. Not because I’m trying to threaten you or anything, in fact I’m sure you’re glad to get rid of me, but simply because without them this place is boring and pretentious.
May 14, 2009 at 6:28 AM
cOmtE…i sAw It…anD it saw mE…nOw I bUrN…
May 14, 2009 at 1:17 PM
Then such has your skein been woven, oh daughter of the night… Although it must not be so bad if you still have the presence of mind to randomly hit the shift key in conjunction with the letters…
May 14, 2009 at 2:37 PM
XD Aspire, you and I gotta keep in touch, because you rock.
May 14, 2009 at 4:47 PM
Our dear sir, our Comte has fallen again.
We get back up on our high horse.
Come back, Welldone, the masses are waiting.
We’re hungry.
May 15, 2009 at 6:08 AM
Aspire…the onLy times i have a Littl.e presence of mind is when i tYpe these words thOUgh. whAt sight i have REmaining. is lImited now i’ve alwayS. tried to mAke sure. that the casing grammar and PUnctuation is correct what ends uP being PostEd Though. Is. as you’ve said messages in random casing and without proper PUnctuation i don’t think i need to think too Long about the probLems. cause but THe rEa.Sons why i cannoT disceRn and belIeve me Not knowinG makes thiS. all the worse
May 30, 2009 at 6:51 AM
In other words, the mind must be returned to its base state. An extreme form of regression that leaves one as a blank slate with eyes wide open. No longer a programmed automaton, but a being capable of seeing through the illusions and constructs that have been holding it back.
The Alchemy of the Soul.
Then what, Weldon? A very, merry unbirthday to me?
I insist that you invite me over for a celebratory cup of tea.
I’m not joking. I know what it’s like to peel flesh from bone. To find my hands covered in blood that mostly isn’t mine. Aspire is right. It’s not insanity, it’s our nature. It’s your nature, as you have repeatedly demonstrated throughout your writings and supposed actions.
Is this really the secret key, or just a clever diversion?
Speak with me, Weldon. Tell me what has happened to you.
May 31, 2009 at 12:09 AM
Return sir.
You continue to read, I know that much.
Write something.
ANYTHING
I dare you to do so much.
This is a repeated pattern, it’s happened before and it will happen again.
End us or feed us.
June 2, 2009 at 3:29 PM
Curious.
July 8, 2009 at 5:43 PM
Welldone, being an intelligent fellow, you’ve deciphered my origins, you know who I am, but let’s shrug all of that off in sake of appearances. I apologize, if my actions had anything to do with your demise.
Please, if you feel like it, e-mail me.
Cheatypeter0@gmail.com
August 9, 2009 at 12:45 AM
I find it to be quite interesting that you would try to reach a being so unwilling to be reached. The fact is that no matter how hard or long you pester MR. Welldone the chances of you getting him to talk simply that way is in lack of a better word ridiculious the idea here is to creat curiosity questions idea and intrest the only way to reach the attention of a greater. Please correct me if I am wrong.
August 11, 2009 at 9:35 AM
The end is coming. Are you ready?