Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Panopticon

The Panopticon is a recent organization dedicated to eradicating the PREs. The organization was originally born from a US government think-tank, but has since broken off from Washington and become its own entity.

The group operates under the belief that PREs are "meme complexes", born from widespread belief in them. More extreme corners of the organization believe that the PREs are not real at all, but rather the product of mass hallucination. While they were originally founded to combat PRE01 "Slender Man", they have since expanded to combat belief in other PREs as well.

Panopticon agents operate by abducting those who have encountered PREs and forcing them to undergo mental conditioning. Abductees are placed under heavy hypnosis and intense psycho-therapy designed to convince them that the PREs are not real, and are merely the products of their own minds. In areas with heavy PRE activity, agents will often place propaganda posters, reassuring victims that they are safe, often using slogans such as "This is the best of all possible worlds."

The Panopticon is considered a Class 4 threat by the Archive, and Collectors are advised to always be on the lookout for Panopticon posters. They should also endeavor to keep a low-profile and blend in with the crowd, so as not to arouse suspicion.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

"The Image I Cast"

The following poem was written by a woman named Lara Treme. The poem was found in her home in Wisconsin in 1987, during an investigation into Ms. Treme's disappearance. She was never found. --SΣ

 "The Image I Cast"
by Lara Treme

In the dark, my image beckoned,
And she called me into Her realm.
I found more than I had reckoned
Behind the glass, in sand, in sound.

In the garden of truth and sand,
Others gathered, called by phantoms.
O, ye mighty, desolate land,
Take me and reflect my actions.

In that heat, there was naught to eat,
And so my meal I had to take
From flesh and bone and hands and feet
And from skin I created shade.

They ran. They ran. They ran. They ran.
But they were fools to run from me.
They were fools to run from Her.
They were fools to run from them.
Run but never be free.
Run and know agony.
They catch you for they are shadows
They are reflections
The image you cast
It sees all.
You cannot
Is impossible.



Give up.

And She let me from Her garden.
She let me go and let me live.
For now I have earned Her pardon.
And so now scales cover my skin.

Cover my sin.

In the mirror,
I live in sin.