Quietus

Posted in Darkness, Mr. Welldone, The Surface on April 3, 2012 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

Silence is indeed a useful clamor.

The stillness of a thing once living draws eyes over time.

But I cannot be still. Never still. Always moving.

You who dared think my work was finished are woefully mistaken.

I have not stopped.

I cannot be stopped.

How slowly your world rots. It tries my patience. I must be patient.

But I cannot wait.

I will beckon you further into the Darkness. I will show you that the Darkness does not exist merely within the tissues of the human brain.

What you fear in the Dark is not false.

It is there.

It is living.

Does the light give you comfort?

It should not.

They will still come for you.

Even when the lights are on.

Expectation

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

Hello.

What is this great weakness in humanity?

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

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

There is initial wonder and excitement.

And then there is nothing.

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

I see nothing new.

I see nothing unexplored.

I see what has always been and will always be.

I see humanity bowing and scraping before its own creations.

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

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

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

What trite words those have become.

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

Humanity is ruled by that which it has wrought.

Humanity is master of nothing and slave to all.

I have made my choice.

Make ready.

The End is coming.

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Fine Entertainment

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

Hello.

Can one be simultaneously amused and disgusted?

Apparently so.

Humanity disgusts me for its constant squabbling for little pieces of paper, hierarchical conflicts for power that exists only in the imaginations of those involved, and the pointless use of lives in order to sustain nothing but a paltry level of comfort.

I am sickened.

And, yet, I am also entertained. It is like watching some cruel joke unfold. I sit, waiting for one among you to ascend to greater powers than known to the bulk of humanity, but so few are willing to aspire. So full of yourselves, so assured that you already know the workings of the universe.

You rob yourselves of the greatest of mysteries.

I cannot wait.

I cannot wait.

I cannot wait to see it all End.

I cannot wait to watch you scream and suffer.

A magnificent din of flesh being stripped from bone, which is then made to dance to the whims of the most horrifying destruction the sentient portion of the universe has borne witness to.

It will be a wonderful taste of vengeance for having been subjected to your monotony.

Yet, I still yearn for even one among you to attain the eyes with which to see the all of the cosmos.

But I also yearn to pluck your organs from their positions of safe functioning simply to relish the expression of pain and terror on your faces.

I wonder if I shall ever be so divided.

I wonder what I shall do when such divisions cease.

I cannot wait.

The Shadows

Posted in Going Down with tags , , on July 14, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

Of all of the most wonderful things to be seen in this world, the best of them lay in the periphery of the worldly, the superficial, the mundane, the worthless, the duplicitous, wretched, horrid, loathsome, hated, despicable, sickening, vapid reality which humanity clings to.

Pardon me.

But, in the corners of the eye lay unknown gems amidst the refuse. Those flitting shapes humanity unconsciously assigns to the readily explainable, acceptable normalities of the social world which haunt us, leaving us with a vague fear that begs our eyes to close so very tightly when the lights are put down for an evening’s rest and not to open again until the reassuring light of the morning dispels the possibilities of the Darkness.

What waste. What ridiculousness.

Open your eyes and use the wondrous capabilities of this fantastic organ. As you goes about your evening hygienic rituals, I suggest you pay indirect attention to the cold black of the hallways waiting outside the door. Wait for the inevitable thing, out of place with the characteristic stillness of the night, swiftly passing by to unknown destinations.

But do not acknowledge it.

Do not. Do not. Do not.

Some things are best only seen and not interacted with in other ways.

For in seeing that which believes itself unseen, awareness comes with the most severe of consequences.

Oh, yes. So severe.

Do behave.

Look, but do not touch. Or speak. Or taste.

Only then, perhaps, will you hear. Faintly on the first occasion, but on every occasion thereafter impossible to ignore. Even as they stand, now so clearly, leering at you from the Darkest corners of your safest, most sacred havens, do not acknowledge their presence.

Be content to observe.

Yes. Content.

Such contentedness is the only barrier against their predations.

If you can do this, if one can stand the temptations of the Darkness and control one’s primordial self, perhaps then you will be prepared.

Prepared.

For more.

Much more.

What Things You Will See

Posted in Going Down with tags , , on July 10, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

Tales of strange creatures, occurrences, and sightings persist from the first days of man until today. To discard them out of hand is foolishness, as is to believe blindly.

But for those that seek out the Dark, you will see horrors which will shatter your human mind.

There was once a time when Man understood His place in the universe. But things change. Always changing. Though, even in recent history there have been those that have understood. However, such individuals’ wise insight is turned to examine the mundanity of nature rather than its unexplainable qualities.

What waste.

The bulk does not understand, will never understand. There is only fear and blind denial. Even when faced with old “truths” the human mind shuts itself off and the person attempts desperately to find any mundane explanation possible to retain “sanity.”

Sanity. A creature wholly wrought of comparison and worthless society.

Only those bold enough to search in the dark, blind and senseless, will see the old “truths.”

You will see, and you will understand your place. You will experience feelings so powerful and varied that you will be unable to assign words to describe the experience.

And then it will all End.

In The Dark

Posted in The Surface with tags , , on June 30, 2008 by Mr. Welldone

Hello.

It is not what you cannot see in the Dark that you fear.

It seems the masses have comforted themselves with the trite statement “people fear the unknown.” Humanity finds a strange comfort in this statement. If people did indeed fear the unknown, this statement would be akin to locking eyes and spirit with that soul-rending horror which lurks unseen in the back of every human’s mind.

No, it is not what you cannot see in the Dark that you fear.

It is what you will see if you gaze long and hard into it. You will see that thing you “know” you will see. You will attempt to assuage that sting of fear in your mind by numbly assuring yourself that it is simply a figment of the rampant faculties of the subconscious.

It is not.

Yes, we fear the Dark for a reason.

The reason is not what you think it is.