I guess I should probably explain what happened, huh? I can't imagine that you guys are satisfied with that synopsis IN posted.
Like the report said, Inquisitor Alpha was killed and the Martyrs broke into the Sphere. They burst into the room I was in and, while I am certainly not helpless, they managed to capture me (three highly trained professionals versus one out of practice fighter is not fair odds). They dragged me to some cell and locked me up there.
I was in the cell for what seemed like an eternity, but then finally they came and took me from it. They brought me to a brightly lit room, where Analyst Alpha had ordered all her equipment to be taken. She had everything she needed to perform the fetal transplant. My half-sister was already there as well, strapped into a table. She looked confused and scared-- I don't think she really comprehended what was going on.
I was strapped down to a table, and Analyst Alpha walked in, wearing a white apron, a surgical mask, gloves... she was ready for the procedure. I think it was at that moment when it really sank in what she was about to do to me, and I panicked. I struggled and I screamed, but I couldn't break free of my bonds. I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my neck, and realized that someone had injected me with something. I calmed down, but I stayed conscious, just... detached. It didn't seem like I was really there anymore.
I watched as Neomaria was injected with something similar, and then her mother took a pair of scissors and cut open her robe, and she took a scalpel to Neomaria's gut...
...and then there was chaos.
The instant she made the incision, Analyst Alpha was thrown back, and shadows-- physical shadows-- burst out of my sister's body. They swarmed all over the room in a fury, and I saw a portion of the shadowed mass lashing out at AA, tearing into her body and cutting into her flesh.
And just as suddenly as it began, it was over. What was left of Analyst Alpha lay splattered across the wall, and there was no trace whatsoever of the shadows or my sister.
--SΣ
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Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Recap
I apologize for how long it took for us to fill you in regarding this issue. However, I'm sure you can understand that this is a difficult situation and it has been hectic to say the least. Things have really only just recently begun to calm down.
Even now I'm strapped for time, so I'll just copy and past the public parts of the official report:
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On December 9, 2011, the sixth person to bear the title of Analyst Alpha spearheaded an act of dissidence against the Archive. Without receiving proper consensus from the Council of Seven, AA secured the aid of the tenth Martyr Alpha and the seventh Broker Alpha and began a campaign of aggression.
She began by ordering Martyrs to assassinate the third Keeper Alpha. Following this assassination, AA and her follows launched an all-out attack on the Sphere. Her objective was to obtain the twelfth Scribe Sigma and the entity known as "Neomaria." It is believed that she wished to perform a fetal transplant from Neomaria to SΣ.
On December 19, 2011, Martyrs penetrated the Sphere. The eleventh Inquisitor Alpha was subsequently killed. Both of AA's objectives were secured.
On December 20, 2011, AA attempted to perform the Fetal Transplant. *CENSORED*
Following a tribunal hearing on December 26, 2011, it was determined that MA and BA were coerced into aiding AA. They will retain their positions. SΣ's status as a fugitive has been revoked, and she has been restored to her position in the Archive.
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-IN-
Even now I'm strapped for time, so I'll just copy and past the public parts of the official report:
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On December 9, 2011, the sixth person to bear the title of Analyst Alpha spearheaded an act of dissidence against the Archive. Without receiving proper consensus from the Council of Seven, AA secured the aid of the tenth Martyr Alpha and the seventh Broker Alpha and began a campaign of aggression.
She began by ordering Martyrs to assassinate the third Keeper Alpha. Following this assassination, AA and her follows launched an all-out attack on the Sphere. Her objective was to obtain the twelfth Scribe Sigma and the entity known as "Neomaria." It is believed that she wished to perform a fetal transplant from Neomaria to SΣ.
On December 19, 2011, Martyrs penetrated the Sphere. The eleventh Inquisitor Alpha was subsequently killed. Both of AA's objectives were secured.
On December 20, 2011, AA attempted to perform the Fetal Transplant. *CENSORED*
AA's remains were then recovered by a team of Collectors. Neomaria's whereabouts remain unknown.
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-IN-
Friday, December 9, 2011
SΣ: Fracture
Hello everyone. I'm back. Scribe Sigma.
I guess I owe you all an explanation?
The "Sammy Mayhew" whose memories I was given is not me. I've checked the dates, the age, public records... it doesn't add up at all. It's impossible for it to be me. Of course, I realized this as soon as I made that post. The memories were just crashing against my mind, begging to get out, and once they were released, I was able to think clearly.
I am not Neomaria.
I am her half-sister.
While I was on the run, I went home. The home that I only have three years worth of memories of, and I saw my mother for the first time in years. She's aged so much, I barely even recognized her. But she recognized me, the instant she saw me.
I won't go into the details, but there were tears and there were hugs. Apparently, my father has been making the occasional visit since I joined the Archive. I don't have any memory of my father-- he was long gone by the time the Grandfather took my memories-- but he remembered me.
Anchises. His posts were titled "sin", "sof", and "the". "sinsofthe". I'm certain the next two would have been "fat" and "her." Sins of the father-- my father. Keeper Alpha.
I don't know why he named his daughter with Analyst Alpha after me. Whether it was guilt or simply because he missed me. I don't know.
The Inquisitors found me before the Martyrs did, and they took me to the Sphere, and I met my sister-- the sister I never knew I had. We look so much alike. Same dark blonde hair, same brown eyes, same front teeth that are just slightly too big... And she's pregnant. And she's been pregnant for years. Pregnant with a child that cannot be detected and does not exist.
Neomaria: the new Mary. She who will give birth to a new god. For some reason, the fetus won't grow anymore in her body, so Analyst Alpha started looking for a new mother to carry the baby to term, preferably one with a similar physiology to her daughter.
And that's why she wanted me. She was going transplant the fetus inside me.
Inquisitor Nu is close to her. I think they might even love each other. He was always so hostile to me... but now, for some reason, he's protecting me-- trying to protect both of us. He's Ghost.
...and now I suppose I should explain current events.
My father is dead. A group of Martyrs broke into his room and killed him while he slept. The Martyrs are different from how I remember them. They follow Martyr Alpha's orders with a kind of... no, "fanaticism" isn't the right word. "Fanaticism" implies passion.
Analyst Alpha has declared that anyone who opposes her is a traitor, and with the Martyrs backing her up, she's started a fucking civil war.
I'm here, in the Sphere, with my sister and my protectors, and the Inquisitors are desperately fighting to keep the Martyrs out.
--SΣ
I guess I owe you all an explanation?
The "Sammy Mayhew" whose memories I was given is not me. I've checked the dates, the age, public records... it doesn't add up at all. It's impossible for it to be me. Of course, I realized this as soon as I made that post. The memories were just crashing against my mind, begging to get out, and once they were released, I was able to think clearly.
I am not Neomaria.
I am her half-sister.
While I was on the run, I went home. The home that I only have three years worth of memories of, and I saw my mother for the first time in years. She's aged so much, I barely even recognized her. But she recognized me, the instant she saw me.
I won't go into the details, but there were tears and there were hugs. Apparently, my father has been making the occasional visit since I joined the Archive. I don't have any memory of my father-- he was long gone by the time the Grandfather took my memories-- but he remembered me.
Anchises. His posts were titled "sin", "sof", and "the". "sinsofthe". I'm certain the next two would have been "fat" and "her." Sins of the father-- my father. Keeper Alpha.
I don't know why he named his daughter with Analyst Alpha after me. Whether it was guilt or simply because he missed me. I don't know.
The Inquisitors found me before the Martyrs did, and they took me to the Sphere, and I met my sister-- the sister I never knew I had. We look so much alike. Same dark blonde hair, same brown eyes, same front teeth that are just slightly too big... And she's pregnant. And she's been pregnant for years. Pregnant with a child that cannot be detected and does not exist.
Neomaria: the new Mary. She who will give birth to a new god. For some reason, the fetus won't grow anymore in her body, so Analyst Alpha started looking for a new mother to carry the baby to term, preferably one with a similar physiology to her daughter.
And that's why she wanted me. She was going transplant the fetus inside me.
Inquisitor Nu is close to her. I think they might even love each other. He was always so hostile to me... but now, for some reason, he's protecting me-- trying to protect both of us. He's Ghost.
...and now I suppose I should explain current events.
My father is dead. A group of Martyrs broke into his room and killed him while he slept. The Martyrs are different from how I remember them. They follow Martyr Alpha's orders with a kind of... no, "fanaticism" isn't the right word. "Fanaticism" implies passion.
Analyst Alpha has declared that anyone who opposes her is a traitor, and with the Martyrs backing her up, she's started a fucking civil war.
I'm here, in the Sphere, with my sister and my protectors, and the Inquisitors are desperately fighting to keep the Martyrs out.
--SΣ
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Ghost 03
Transcription of audio recorded from the office of Inquisitor Alpha is as follows:
[knock on the door]
IA: Come in.
[sound of door opening. Footsteps. Door closes.]
Female Voice: I want answers.
[there is a slight pause. The sound of someone shifting in his seat is heard.]
IA: Don't we all? What can I do for you, miss double A?
Analyst Alpha: This so-called "Ghost" has somehow managed to hack into my email and listen in on the Council. So tell me, why have you not found him, yet?
IA: It's a ghost, remember? Presumably he can walk through walls.
AA: Don't give me that shit. You know who it is, don't you?
IA: [sighs] And if I knew who it was, why would I keep that a secret?
AA: You sided with the Keeper. You're trying to destroy my work--
IA: It's true that I have moral objections to the Neomaria project, but I most certainly--
[there is a slamming sound]
AA: You and Keeper and Scribe are trying to end my experiment! I know it! You think I don't know that Keeper is Anchises? It's obvious! Anyone with half a brain could figure it out!
IA: First of all, there is no concrete evidence to support that accusation-- and it is quite an accusation. Secondly, it's pronounce "Anchises." The C-H makes a "K" sound.
AA: I want Ghost's head.
IA: Good for you. What will you do if you don't get it? Sic your lapdog on me? Won't that be interesting? I wonder how the Martyrs would react to being sent after an Alpha? Oh, but they are so loyal, aren't they?
AA: Inquisitor Alpha, will you please stop trying to change the subject!?
IA: No, I don't think I will. Now will you kindly get out of my office?
AA: You--
IA: Me! Yes, me. My office. That you are in. Get out.
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It's shameless, the way they flirt.
-Ghost-
[knock on the door]
IA: Come in.
[sound of door opening. Footsteps. Door closes.]
Female Voice: I want answers.
[there is a slight pause. The sound of someone shifting in his seat is heard.]
IA: Don't we all? What can I do for you, miss double A?
Analyst Alpha: This so-called "Ghost" has somehow managed to hack into my email and listen in on the Council. So tell me, why have you not found him, yet?
IA: It's a ghost, remember? Presumably he can walk through walls.
AA: Don't give me that shit. You know who it is, don't you?
IA: [sighs] And if I knew who it was, why would I keep that a secret?
AA: You sided with the Keeper. You're trying to destroy my work--
IA: It's true that I have moral objections to the Neomaria project, but I most certainly--
[there is a slamming sound]
AA: You and Keeper and Scribe are trying to end my experiment! I know it! You think I don't know that Keeper is Anchises? It's obvious! Anyone with half a brain could figure it out!
IA: First of all, there is no concrete evidence to support that accusation-- and it is quite an accusation. Secondly, it's pronounce "Anchises." The C-H makes a "K" sound.
AA: I want Ghost's head.
IA: Good for you. What will you do if you don't get it? Sic your lapdog on me? Won't that be interesting? I wonder how the Martyrs would react to being sent after an Alpha? Oh, but they are so loyal, aren't they?
AA: Inquisitor Alpha, will you please stop trying to change the subject!?
IA: No, I don't think I will. Now will you kindly get out of my office?
AA: You--
IA: Me! Yes, me. My office. That you are in. Get out.
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It's shameless, the way they flirt.
-Ghost-
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Ghost 02
Transcription of the meeting of the Council of Seven is as follows:
Collector Alpha: Is this meeting truly necessary? We are all aware of the current situation.
Analyst Alpha: You of all people shouldn't be complaining. It's your fault this council is deadlocked on the Scribe Sigma issue.
CA: Scribe Sigma... Neomaria... 208... These don't concern the Collectors. I see no reason to vote on this issue.
Broker Alpha: I'd like to remind you that she stole sensitive information, and posted classified data to that blog of hers.
Scribe Alpha: Something she only did after certain members of this council attacked her.
Martyr Alpha: I had judged her to be a danger--
SA: Don't give me that! You were obeying Analyst Alpha like good little boy--
AA: Scribe Alpha! Please show some restraint or excuse yourself from this chamber.
Keeper Alpha: By all rights this shouldn't have happened in the first place. We should have terminated 208 long ago.
AA: I have put too much time into the Neomaria project to see it--
KA: Project? She is your daughter!
AA: This is not the time nor the place for such sentimentality, Keeper Alpha!
Inquisitor Alpha: This infighting is getting us no where. Without Collector Alpha's vote, the council remains deadlocked. As for the matter of Scribe Sigma, it is true that she has released classified information, but it was under fairly extreme circumstances. She should be brought in and punished for that transgression, though I'd argue leniently, and nothing else.
BA: Showing any leniency to someone who willfully releases classified data--
SA: Yes, we all know you're very upset about not being able to turn as much of a profit as you used to, but can you please just shut up for once?
BA: The money my brokers make is what keeps this organization running!
SA: Or at least the money that gets into the treasury.
BA: Just what are you implying?
KA: Enough! As far as I'm concerned, the matter of Scribe Sigma remains deadlocked. Is there anything else that must be brought to our attention?
AA: Yes, the matter of the mysterious "Anchises." He is clearly someone with access to high-level information, and has an interest in protecting Scribe Sigma.
IA: My inquisitors have found no evidence that could lead us to Anchises' identity.
MA: Big surprise there.
AA: And what of Ghost?
IA: Likewise. We do not know who Ghost is, or how he obtained your email. It's possible that Ghost and Anchises are the same person.
KA: In The Aeneid, Aeneas did meet a ghostly image of Anchises when he went to the underworld.
AA: Yes, I'm sure you'd know all about that.
SA: It seems to me that there is insufficient information for the council to act on these subjects. I propose that we set them aside for the time being and move our discussion to the proposed Experiment 563.
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You guys should really beef up your security. Just saying.
-Ghost-
Collector Alpha: Is this meeting truly necessary? We are all aware of the current situation.
Analyst Alpha: You of all people shouldn't be complaining. It's your fault this council is deadlocked on the Scribe Sigma issue.
CA: Scribe Sigma... Neomaria... 208... These don't concern the Collectors. I see no reason to vote on this issue.
Broker Alpha: I'd like to remind you that she stole sensitive information, and posted classified data to that blog of hers.
Scribe Alpha: Something she only did after certain members of this council attacked her.
Martyr Alpha: I had judged her to be a danger--
SA: Don't give me that! You were obeying Analyst Alpha like good little boy--
AA: Scribe Alpha! Please show some restraint or excuse yourself from this chamber.
Keeper Alpha: By all rights this shouldn't have happened in the first place. We should have terminated 208 long ago.
AA: I have put too much time into the Neomaria project to see it--
KA: Project? She is your daughter!
AA: This is not the time nor the place for such sentimentality, Keeper Alpha!
Inquisitor Alpha: This infighting is getting us no where. Without Collector Alpha's vote, the council remains deadlocked. As for the matter of Scribe Sigma, it is true that she has released classified information, but it was under fairly extreme circumstances. She should be brought in and punished for that transgression, though I'd argue leniently, and nothing else.
BA: Showing any leniency to someone who willfully releases classified data--
SA: Yes, we all know you're very upset about not being able to turn as much of a profit as you used to, but can you please just shut up for once?
BA: The money my brokers make is what keeps this organization running!
SA: Or at least the money that gets into the treasury.
BA: Just what are you implying?
KA: Enough! As far as I'm concerned, the matter of Scribe Sigma remains deadlocked. Is there anything else that must be brought to our attention?
AA: Yes, the matter of the mysterious "Anchises." He is clearly someone with access to high-level information, and has an interest in protecting Scribe Sigma.
IA: My inquisitors have found no evidence that could lead us to Anchises' identity.
MA: Big surprise there.
AA: And what of Ghost?
IA: Likewise. We do not know who Ghost is, or how he obtained your email. It's possible that Ghost and Anchises are the same person.
KA: In The Aeneid, Aeneas did meet a ghostly image of Anchises when he went to the underworld.
AA: Yes, I'm sure you'd know all about that.
SA: It seems to me that there is insufficient information for the council to act on these subjects. I propose that we set them aside for the time being and move our discussion to the proposed Experiment 563.
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You guys should really beef up your security. Just saying.
-Ghost-
Friday, November 18, 2011
Ghost 01
11-13-11: Target Scribe Sigma's current location: Unknown
The trail has gone cold
recovered the following e-mail:
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To: Martyr Alpha
From: Analyst Alpha
Subject: Scribe Sigma
I understand that the girl has managed to evade your people for a month. Where is she? I know that you know just how important it is that I get her. IA has assured me that he's searching for whoever helped her, but so far no leads have come up. How can you be certain that none of your Martyrs helped her? She used to be yours, see if you can find anyone she was friends with.
And I want you to investigate the Inquisitors as well. Remember that IA sided with KA and SA in the last meeting. I don't trust him.
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Hello, miss AA. I am the one who helped SΣ escape. Nice to meet you.
-Ghost-
The trail has gone cold
recovered the following e-mail:
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To: Martyr Alpha
From: Analyst Alpha
Subject: Scribe Sigma
I understand that the girl has managed to evade your people for a month. Where is she? I know that you know just how important it is that I get her. IA has assured me that he's searching for whoever helped her, but so far no leads have come up. How can you be certain that none of your Martyrs helped her? She used to be yours, see if you can find anyone she was friends with.
And I want you to investigate the Inquisitors as well. Remember that IA sided with KA and SA in the last meeting. I don't trust him.
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Hello, miss AA. I am the one who helped SΣ escape. Nice to meet you.
-Ghost-
Sunday, November 13, 2011
SAMMY MAYHEW
Daddy is teaching me to play a game. It's called chess and it's so fun. But I have trouble understanding the rules. Why is the horsey called a knight? I love my daddy. Why are you mad mommy? Is chess a bad game?
Daddy what's my name? Mommy says I don't have one but everyone has a name. I heard people call you Keeper Alpha and people call mommy Analyst Alpha. Is my last name Alpha?
Sammy Mayhew? Is that my name daddy?
Why are you so sad daddy? It is my name? I'm Sammy Mayhew? What's wrong daddy?
Mommy why is daddy sad? I only asked him my name. No mommy! Don't be mad. I'm sorry mommy I'm sorry sorry sorry
Daddy mommy's so mean I hate her!
Why is it so quiet all the time? No one ever has time to play with me. There are no other kids here. Can we move somewhere else daddy? Why not? I don't understand daddy.
Daddy why do you spend so much time watching the Martyrs?
I'm having a birthday party! Thank you mommy I love you! Where is it? You're taking me to it now! I can't wait! I'm eleven I'm a big girl!
This room doesn't look like a birthday party.
Mommy? Why did you lock me in here? Why are you calling me that? What's "neemara"?
Mommy help where are these men taking me? I can't move this chair is uncomfortable! Help me mommy! Mommy? What is that thing they have! No! NO NO NO NO NO NO HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME
It hurts mommy, it hurts it hurts why mommy? You said I'm a good girl? I'm a good girl mommy? But mommy it hurts.
Why does my tummy always hurt mommy?
Who are you? Why are you in my room? !!!! Are you the Grandfather! Mommy and daddy have told me so much about you! Did you know I'm going to have a baby?
You want me to sign my name in this book?
Neomaria.
Daddy what's my name? Mommy says I don't have one but everyone has a name. I heard people call you Keeper Alpha and people call mommy Analyst Alpha. Is my last name Alpha?
Sammy Mayhew? Is that my name daddy?
Why are you so sad daddy? It is my name? I'm Sammy Mayhew? What's wrong daddy?
Mommy why is daddy sad? I only asked him my name. No mommy! Don't be mad. I'm sorry mommy I'm sorry sorry sorry
Daddy mommy's so mean I hate her!
Why is it so quiet all the time? No one ever has time to play with me. There are no other kids here. Can we move somewhere else daddy? Why not? I don't understand daddy.
Daddy why do you spend so much time watching the Martyrs?
I'm having a birthday party! Thank you mommy I love you! Where is it? You're taking me to it now! I can't wait! I'm eleven I'm a big girl!
This room doesn't look like a birthday party.
Mommy? Why did you lock me in here? Why are you calling me that? What's "neemara"?
Mommy help where are these men taking me? I can't move this chair is uncomfortable! Help me mommy! Mommy? What is that thing they have! No! NO NO NO NO NO NO HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME
It hurts mommy, it hurts it hurts why mommy? You said I'm a good girl? I'm a good girl mommy? But mommy it hurts.
Why does my tummy always hurt mommy?
Who are you? Why are you in my room? !!!! Are you the Grandfather! Mommy and daddy have told me so much about you! Did you know I'm going to have a baby?
You want me to sign my name in this book?
Neomaria.
Update on my Current Status
Like I said before, I have been very busy lately. I've gathered a lot of information, most of which is about my past, the past I don't remember. A picture is beginning to form, and frankly I don't like it.
Once again, there are still some things that are unclear, and that I'm still looking into. I've been spending a lot of time at libraries, looking through books about folktales and mythologies and urban legends. I'm trying to find as much information as I can about the Shadow People, because I'm certain it all comes back to them. I'm actually typing this up at a library computer right now.
I'm not sure what I'm hoping to find. I doubt any of these books are going to have information on what happens when Shadows get stuck inside humans. I don't even know why I'm so hung up on it. I'm going by the word of some guy who named himself after a character from Greco-Roman myth. Although I do think I have a pretty good idea of who he really is...
You see, a few weeks back, I went home. My original home, the one I left to join the Archive. I saw my mother for the first time in years, and we talked.
The Grandfather is standing right next to me.
Once again, there are still some things that are unclear, and that I'm still looking into. I've been spending a lot of time at libraries, looking through books about folktales and mythologies and urban legends. I'm trying to find as much information as I can about the Shadow People, because I'm certain it all comes back to them. I'm actually typing this up at a library computer right now.
I'm not sure what I'm hoping to find. I doubt any of these books are going to have information on what happens when Shadows get stuck inside humans. I don't even know why I'm so hung up on it. I'm going by the word of some guy who named himself after a character from Greco-Roman myth. Although I do think I have a pretty good idea of who he really is...
You see, a few weeks back, I went home. My original home, the one I left to join the Archive. I saw my mother for the first time in years, and we talked.
The Grandfather is standing right next to me.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
CW006: "Catacombs"
Designation: CW006
Common Term: The Catacombs
The Catacombs are the domain of the Grandfather. It is within these stone tunnels that He houses His books and His knowledge. Great spiders roam these passages, and when the Grandfather requires more books for Him to record knowledge in, these spiders spin webs of the greatest silk, and from that silk, pages are formed and bound into tomes.
NOTE: About a month after I became Gifted, I woke up in my room in the middle of the night and felt a cold draft on me. I found that there was an opening in my wall that led down into a long, dark tunnel, even though my room was on the second floor and the wall in question had nothing on the other side of it other than the outside world. This, I knew, was an entrance to the Catacombs. I walked, barefoot, through those hallways. I saw the spiders ("spider" really does not do them justice, but it is the best description I can give). They ignored me. I do not know how long I walked those halls, but eventually I began to grow weary, and desired to return to my room. The very next corner led me back to my bed, and when I turned to look back into the Catacombs, the entrance was gone. --SΣ
Common Term: The Catacombs
The Catacombs are the domain of the Grandfather. It is within these stone tunnels that He houses His books and His knowledge. Great spiders roam these passages, and when the Grandfather requires more books for Him to record knowledge in, these spiders spin webs of the greatest silk, and from that silk, pages are formed and bound into tomes.
NOTE: About a month after I became Gifted, I woke up in my room in the middle of the night and felt a cold draft on me. I found that there was an opening in my wall that led down into a long, dark tunnel, even though my room was on the second floor and the wall in question had nothing on the other side of it other than the outside world. This, I knew, was an entrance to the Catacombs. I walked, barefoot, through those hallways. I saw the spiders ("spider" really does not do them justice, but it is the best description I can give). They ignored me. I do not know how long I walked those halls, but eventually I began to grow weary, and desired to return to my room. The very next corner led me back to my bed, and when I turned to look back into the Catacombs, the entrance was gone. --SΣ
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Note
Scribe Sigma here.
I still have no idea who this Anchises guy is, or why he feels to post on my blog. But this worrying to me: "the seeds we planted years ago, with Experiment 208"
I can't tell you about 208. It's classified. And even if it wasn't...
Experiment 208 was, in my opinion, one of the most horrible experiments this organization ever conducted. Be glad it's classified. You're better off not knowing.
If that experiment actually had lasting effects, though, then that's bad. Very bad.
But it's bad for me and everyone else in the Archive. It's our problem, and we'll solve it if we have to. So you guys don't need to worry about it. --SΣ
I still have no idea who this Anchises guy is, or why he feels to post on my blog. But this worrying to me: "the seeds we planted years ago, with Experiment 208"
I can't tell you about 208. It's classified. And even if it wasn't...
Experiment 208 was, in my opinion, one of the most horrible experiments this organization ever conducted. Be glad it's classified. You're better off not knowing.
If that experiment actually had lasting effects, though, then that's bad. Very bad.
But it's bad for me and everyone else in the Archive. It's our problem, and we'll solve it if we have to. So you guys don't need to worry about it. --SΣ
Saturday, July 9, 2011
The Gifted
From the Sacred Text:
"Those who have lost their memories to Him may sometimes be chosen to receive His Blessing.
Memories of childhood flow into their minds,
But it is not their childhood that they remember.
They who have received His most perfect Gift may know the memories of another
And thus gain greater understanding and greater knowledge.
These chosen, these Gifted, are the greatest among us.
They are the Grandfather's favorites, and His realm is theirs to traverse."
I am Gifted. The John Kramer Transcript was written by me, a transcribing of the memories that I received from the Grandfather. Among us here at the Archive, the Gifted are held in high esteem, and though I am not one of the Alphas or the Betas, I am still seen as a leader or hero of sorts. This blog was my idea. I felt that people should know what was out there, even if only the non-classified data. I won't lie: this blog has made me some enemies, especially among the Brokers, who would gladly put a pricetag on all of this, classified or not. But none of the other six Alphas, aside from Broker Alpha, opposed my plan. They gave me permission to write this blog because I am Gifted, and therefore seen as chosen.
I became Gifted five years ago. Back then I was designated Martyr Epsilon, so I was basically a Black-Ops soldier. A Broker had gone rogue, and my squad had been sent to bring him in or, failing that, eliminate him. You don't leave the Archive. Not ever.
It was a library at some university where we found him. We'd split up and were moving through the library when I practically walked right into him. He wasn't looking at me. He was just staring at the darkness. It was night, the lights were all off...
And there he was. The Grandfather. He approached the Broker I had been sent to find, and he reached out his hand and laid it on the Broker's shoulder. My quarry choked and coughed as if he had dust in his throat (and I think he did). His hair turned gray, turned white, fell from his head. His skin turned wrinkly, livery. His body weakened and stooped. His bones cracked and creaked.
And then pieces of hims began to fall off. His skin turned to dust and his bones turned to stone. He crumpled into nothingness, and the Grandfather turned his attention to me.
I think I screamed. A flood of memories just poured into my mind. Memories that were not mine, but which felt so real and so clear. By the time my team found me, the Granfather had gone. I was re-designated as a Scribe and given the task of transcribing my new memories. As I did, their intensity faded. Now that it has all been written down, I can barely remember that boy's childhood anymore.
The memories are still there, but they're distant now, and no longer feel as if they were mine. I've been Scribe Sigma since then, and everyone seems to regard me with a mixture of wariness and awe. I'm the first Gifted we've had in twenty years.
--SΣ
"Those who have lost their memories to Him may sometimes be chosen to receive His Blessing.
Memories of childhood flow into their minds,
But it is not their childhood that they remember.
They who have received His most perfect Gift may know the memories of another
And thus gain greater understanding and greater knowledge.
These chosen, these Gifted, are the greatest among us.
They are the Grandfather's favorites, and His realm is theirs to traverse."
I am Gifted. The John Kramer Transcript was written by me, a transcribing of the memories that I received from the Grandfather. Among us here at the Archive, the Gifted are held in high esteem, and though I am not one of the Alphas or the Betas, I am still seen as a leader or hero of sorts. This blog was my idea. I felt that people should know what was out there, even if only the non-classified data. I won't lie: this blog has made me some enemies, especially among the Brokers, who would gladly put a pricetag on all of this, classified or not. But none of the other six Alphas, aside from Broker Alpha, opposed my plan. They gave me permission to write this blog because I am Gifted, and therefore seen as chosen.
I became Gifted five years ago. Back then I was designated Martyr Epsilon, so I was basically a Black-Ops soldier. A Broker had gone rogue, and my squad had been sent to bring him in or, failing that, eliminate him. You don't leave the Archive. Not ever.
It was a library at some university where we found him. We'd split up and were moving through the library when I practically walked right into him. He wasn't looking at me. He was just staring at the darkness. It was night, the lights were all off...
And there he was. The Grandfather. He approached the Broker I had been sent to find, and he reached out his hand and laid it on the Broker's shoulder. My quarry choked and coughed as if he had dust in his throat (and I think he did). His hair turned gray, turned white, fell from his head. His skin turned wrinkly, livery. His body weakened and stooped. His bones cracked and creaked.
And then pieces of hims began to fall off. His skin turned to dust and his bones turned to stone. He crumpled into nothingness, and the Grandfather turned his attention to me.
I think I screamed. A flood of memories just poured into my mind. Memories that were not mine, but which felt so real and so clear. By the time my team found me, the Granfather had gone. I was re-designated as a Scribe and given the task of transcribing my new memories. As I did, their intensity faded. Now that it has all been written down, I can barely remember that boy's childhood anymore.
The memories are still there, but they're distant now, and no longer feel as if they were mine. I've been Scribe Sigma since then, and everyone seems to regard me with a mixture of wariness and awe. I'm the first Gifted we've had in twenty years.
--SΣ
Monday, June 27, 2011
Return
Designation Scribe Sigma found innocent of Transgression 417. After lengthy inquiry Transgression 417 was found to have been carried out by Analyst Delta, motivated by *CLASSIFIED*
Hey, guys. I'm back. Sorry for the long absence. I see that asshole IN already filled you guys in on what happened. He's one of those dicks who thinks that a little bit of authority gives him the right to do whatever he wants. Ignore him.
I don't know who this "Anchises" fellow is. Nor do I know how he posted on this blog or how he managed to get access to my personal files.
Anyway: here's the game plan. I'm certain a couple of you are a bit confused about what happened, so the next post will explain the seven different callings in the Archive. Then I think I'll do a post on CW002 since a few people were asking about that before IN arrested me. I've also got to finish adding the links to the PRE posts. Then... well, I'm trying to avoid it, but I guess I have no choice. I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you all about the Gifted or about what I really am. But it seems IN and "Anchises" let it slip anyway. So I'll put it to a vote: leave a comment and tell me if you want to know about the Gifted. And if enough people do, then I'll post the data and I'll tell you the rest of my story. --SΣ
Hey, guys. I'm back. Sorry for the long absence. I see that asshole IN already filled you guys in on what happened. He's one of those dicks who thinks that a little bit of authority gives him the right to do whatever he wants. Ignore him.
I don't know who this "Anchises" fellow is. Nor do I know how he posted on this blog or how he managed to get access to my personal files.
Anyway: here's the game plan. I'm certain a couple of you are a bit confused about what happened, so the next post will explain the seven different callings in the Archive. Then I think I'll do a post on CW002 since a few people were asking about that before IN arrested me. I've also got to finish adding the links to the PRE posts. Then... well, I'm trying to avoid it, but I guess I have no choice. I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you all about the Gifted or about what I really am. But it seems IN and "Anchises" let it slip anyway. So I'll put it to a vote: leave a comment and tell me if you want to know about the Gifted. And if enough people do, then I'll post the data and I'll tell you the rest of my story. --SΣ
Thursday, June 23, 2011
sin
Designation: Scribe Sigma (formerly designated Martyr Epsilon)
Real Name: Samantha Mayhew
Encountered the Grandfather ("the Blind Man") on May 3, 1998, at the age of 16.
Received the Gift on April 17, 2006.
She has not lied to you concerning the data, merely mislead concerning her own status in the organization. She wished for you to believe that she was of lower status than she truly is. Disregard Inquisitor Nu.
I am confident that she will be found innocent and return to her work within the week.
-Anchises
Real Name: Samantha Mayhew
Encountered the Grandfather ("the Blind Man") on May 3, 1998, at the age of 16.
Received the Gift on April 17, 2006.
She has not lied to you concerning the data, merely mislead concerning her own status in the organization. She wished for you to believe that she was of lower status than she truly is. Disregard Inquisitor Nu.
I am confident that she will be found innocent and return to her work within the week.
-Anchises
Friday, June 17, 2011
Scribe Sigma Has Been Detained
My name is unimportant. My designation is Inquisitor Nu.
On Saturday, a very wealthy client purchased certain information from the Archive pertaining to PRE10. The information he purchased was faulty. It stated that PRE10 could be repelled if it was dismembered. The client hired two bodyguards and confronted PRE10, and had the guards riddle PRE10 with bullets before going in with machetes.
Four entities present. Three ended up in pieces. And guess what? The dog wasn't one of them.
The information was sold to the client by Broker Epsilon. It was pulled from the database by Scribe Sigma. One of them most likely altered the data at some point. Both have been detained and are being questioned. Some in our organization find it hard to believe that a Gifted would betray us, but Gifted have gone bad before.
Bottom line: If she's innocent, we will allow SΣ to continue her little pet project. If not, it's the Sphere for her.
I don't know why you would care, anyway. Looking at these posts, she's clearly not being completely honest with you. Oh, she hasn't outright lied of course. "Given this job by my superiors"? I suppose that's true, but only because she requested it.
-IN-
On Saturday, a very wealthy client purchased certain information from the Archive pertaining to PRE10. The information he purchased was faulty. It stated that PRE10 could be repelled if it was dismembered. The client hired two bodyguards and confronted PRE10, and had the guards riddle PRE10 with bullets before going in with machetes.
Four entities present. Three ended up in pieces. And guess what? The dog wasn't one of them.
The information was sold to the client by Broker Epsilon. It was pulled from the database by Scribe Sigma. One of them most likely altered the data at some point. Both have been detained and are being questioned. Some in our organization find it hard to believe that a Gifted would betray us, but Gifted have gone bad before.
Bottom line: If she's innocent, we will allow SΣ to continue her little pet project. If not, it's the Sphere for her.
I don't know why you would care, anyway. Looking at these posts, she's clearly not being completely honest with you. Oh, she hasn't outright lied of course. "Given this job by my superiors"? I suppose that's true, but only because she requested it.
-IN-
Saturday, June 4, 2011
The John Kramer Transcript
NOTE: Below are excerpts from the memories of a boy named John Kramer. The events detailed are 100% accurate. I should know; I transcribed them myself. --SΣ
Age: 5 // It is a warm summer's night and John lays in bed
There is a man outside my window. He is tall and wears a suit and is really pale.
Age: 7 // It is a cold day in fall and John's school is just letting out
That stupidhead Billy is so mean to me! He tripped me and called me bad words. I hope he disappears like Cindy and Ryan.
Age: 7 // It is a cold winter day and John is playing out in the snow
It's so cold. I wanna build a snowman. How do I roll this big snowball up? It's really cold. But I don't want to get more clothes. There's a boy over there. I wonder if he wants to play with me? He's coming over and smiling. Wow! His face looks like it's been frozen! He's helping me build my snowman! I ask him what his name is and he just smiles. That's rude. My name is John! But this boy won't tell me his name!
Age: 7 // The night of the day that the previous memory takes place
Daddy won't talk to me. I want him to read me a story but he doesn't want to. Mommy says he's "stressed". Is that bad?
Age: 7 // Three days after the previous memory
The boy with the weird face is outside and I think he was talking to Daddy when he got home.
Age: 8 // Early spring
Yay! It's my birthday party! All my friends are here and Mommy is too! But I don't see Daddy anywhere. He said he'd be here, but I don't see him.
Age: 8 // A week after the previous memory
Daddy, where are you? Mommy is sad and I'm sad and we want you to come back please Daddy!
Age: 9 // A cold winter's day
I think I see Daddy outside. He looks really cold. Daddy, where did you go? Where you going? Daddy, come back! Who's that boy with you, Daddy? Did you get a new son? Daddy?
Do you love him more than me?
NOTE: Those are all the relevant excerpts of John's memories. The first two clearly indicate that PRE01 "Slender Man" was active in the area around where John lived, but for some reason did not target him. All the others seem to deal with PRE08 "Cold Boy". --SΣ
Age: 5 // It is a warm summer's night and John lays in bed
There is a man outside my window. He is tall and wears a suit and is really pale.
Age: 7 // It is a cold day in fall and John's school is just letting out
That stupidhead Billy is so mean to me! He tripped me and called me bad words. I hope he disappears like Cindy and Ryan.
Age: 7 // It is a cold winter day and John is playing out in the snow
It's so cold. I wanna build a snowman. How do I roll this big snowball up? It's really cold. But I don't want to get more clothes. There's a boy over there. I wonder if he wants to play with me? He's coming over and smiling. Wow! His face looks like it's been frozen! He's helping me build my snowman! I ask him what his name is and he just smiles. That's rude. My name is John! But this boy won't tell me his name!
Age: 7 // The night of the day that the previous memory takes place
Daddy won't talk to me. I want him to read me a story but he doesn't want to. Mommy says he's "stressed". Is that bad?
Age: 7 // Three days after the previous memory
The boy with the weird face is outside and I think he was talking to Daddy when he got home.
Age: 8 // Early spring
Yay! It's my birthday party! All my friends are here and Mommy is too! But I don't see Daddy anywhere. He said he'd be here, but I don't see him.
Age: 8 // A week after the previous memory
Daddy, where are you? Mommy is sad and I'm sad and we want you to come back please Daddy!
Age: 9 // A cold winter's day
I think I see Daddy outside. He looks really cold. Daddy, where did you go? Where you going? Daddy, come back! Who's that boy with you, Daddy? Did you get a new son? Daddy?
Do you love him more than me?
NOTE: Those are all the relevant excerpts of John's memories. The first two clearly indicate that PRE01 "Slender Man" was active in the area around where John lived, but for some reason did not target him. All the others seem to deal with PRE08 "Cold Boy". --SΣ
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Grandfather's Rite
From the Sacred Text:
"And when I looked into the Grandfather's eyeless face,
when I saw my childhood and memories fade away from my body and into His
glory, I felt at peace.
I knew that I had lost years of experience, but I did not care.
Instead, I resolved to replace all that experience. I would assimilate
knowledge, following in the Grandfather's footsteps.
For the Grandfather is the ultimate collector of knowledge,
and through Him all knowledge must flow."
From the Archive Codex:
"None may join with us who have not met the Grandfather.
To become one of us, one must first seek out the Grandfather
and give unto Him a piece of oneself.
Only then may one be eligible to join with the Archive."
NOTE: So basically what all this means is that, in order to join the Archive, you have to lose your childhood to the Grandfather. He's usually found in libraries, but he's been seen in other places too.
Me? I met the Grandfather for the first time when I was 16. It was back in 1998, and I had some essay due. So I went to the library to study. There I met an old man who asked me my name. I was kind of confused, but I told him anyway. He wrote it down in a book he was carrying and walked away. It wasn't until after he was gone that I realized the man was blind, and it wasn't until after I'd gotten home and seen all those unfamiliar framed photographs on the wall that I realized that I'd lost all memory of the first 13 years of my life. That's what the Grandfather does-- he collects childhoods.
I eventually met a man calling himself Collector Delta. He taught me amazing things about the Grandfather and told me about the Archive. There was little left for me at home-- only three years worth of memories-- so I decided to leave with CΔ and join the Archive. Paul, my boyfriend, tried to stop me. He said that the Archive was just a cult and that I needed help from a hospital. He told me he wouldn't let me leave with CΔ.
He was the first person I ever killed. --SΣ
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Initialization
This blog was created for the purpose of releasing the public records of the Archive.
The Archive's Mission Statement: The collection of data concerning the Phobic Representational Entities (henceforth referred to as PREs)
Most records are classified. Unclassified records will be released via this blog.
This blog shall be maintained by worker designated Scribe Sigma.
NOTE: Hello everybody, I'm Scribe Sigma, and they just gave me the job of maintaining this blog. I'm sorry I can't post anything that's labeled as classified, but I'll do my best to get as much information out to you all as possible! --SΣ
The Archive's Mission Statement: The collection of data concerning the Phobic Representational Entities (henceforth referred to as PREs)
Most records are classified. Unclassified records will be released via this blog.
This blog shall be maintained by worker designated Scribe Sigma.
NOTE: Hello everybody, I'm Scribe Sigma, and they just gave me the job of maintaining this blog. I'm sorry I can't post anything that's labeled as classified, but I'll do my best to get as much information out to you all as possible! --SΣ
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