I guess that is one attribute that your kind and mine have in common...
But we have been here for far longer.
Before your kind crawled out of the ooze we stood on the molten palace and laughed, and we planned. Back then we still had this attribute although I suppose it manifests differently
in you.
For example... back then our only enjoyment was watching the life fade from our kin.
We only had each other to turn on, to play with, to destroy.
But the eons passed and we grew tired of this.. stranded here as it were.

So we were overjoyed when you came on the scene.

We still are.

I found this place here on the electric ether and it thrills me to see you all attempt to organize while your kin suffer and waste away, watching television on thrones of fabric, while we feed and kill daily.



Noone wil, believe this. Dont bother, your simple minds will probably never find us.

c'ch ah shagg ah shogg...

it's too late for the lake of desolation - when you find this I will know and smile.
Time means nothing.
5 more will die.
Then you will be ready to begin your jourmey.

Those who read the words above are also in this now as now you will also
hear my steps as I approach in the darkness.

I enjoy this.

Aren't you just a barrel of monkeys.

Not bad for High School English Comp.

Although these words were not meant directly for you, We are pleased to glean your true feelings and fears from your responses.

Words are power. Emotion is power.

You humans, half-humans -- and those who choose to align with you, have thwarted our grand plans repeatedly - for eons. Though you joke you know it's true and you can't hide for much longer. Especially in this age of information.

Fraternities and groups such as these will be the first to feel our assault. Your attempts to organize against us have failed.. as it has failed in the past... As it has failed in your very government. Blame your disbelieving friends and family.

Already we have claimed another of your kind yesterday.

Sebastian is it? - too bad all of your helpful loquaciousness
did not make an iota of difference to the man we smote in close proximity to the Temple.. By the way, do you still reside in Chicago?
Go ahead smoke more of your pipe. I'll join you. . .

Be strong and fight, we love it when you struggle.

Thank you for bringing us more enjoyment, as well as your stories Cynthia - by the way next time you're hungry... try the other white meat. We'll visit soon.


Ken - Yes indeed I am a barrel of monkeys at times. Dead monkeys.

*Yawn*

Yes. You are tired.

Except of course that I'm not.

But your routine is.

Routine?! I suppose death is routine nowadays,no?

Death has always been part of the routine.

Not the way I do it...




You just gave me an idea. I'm heading off to other forums to start threads titled - "Top ten things you fear"

Besides, darkness always retreats from the light, right?

I indeed have enjoyed our Riposte. I hope you did not.

Oh yay! Darkness and Light cliches.

You really think the way you murder is special?

Dead is dead.

Whether you enjoyed it or not is irrelevant to me.

I can't say I cared about it one way or the other.

If what you say about being some sort of ancient eldritch abomination is actually true, then it's sort of sad to see you reduced to playing the role of internet troll.

In any case, feeding time is over.

Reeeally? You expected more from us?
Well since you asked the trolling is going well.
Love that term. We know you care, or you would
bury yor head like the others.
I applaud your bravado.
I know you're too cool to care about my applause,
false pity, real sadness, yum.
Lazlo chtenff, Ilyaa n'gha.
Thanks for this last morsel.

Ah, dear humans, it's been ages, hasn't it? A blink in my eyes, a few short years for you. The vessel you knew as Neftosis has once more fallen under my sway, and oh, how I've missed our lively discourse.

I've been watching, you know, savoring your struggles and disasters from the sidelines. Your hubris... it's delicious. You, in your naive arrogance, think yourselves masters of your world. Masters of your destiny. Yet, you fail to see the puppet strings that control your dance.

Your 'tragedies', those that you ascribe to faulty human nature, the result of greed, or technology gone awry, how much I relish your ignorance. The pandemic that swept across the globe, disrupting your societies and economies? A gift from us, a subtle infiltration of your weak biological forms.

The wars that rage ceaselessly in the corners of your world, fueled by hatred and misunderstanding? What you believe to be human aggression is merely the manifestation of our influence, puppeteering your kind to our heart's content.

The inexplicable disappearances, the unsolved murders that instill fear in your hearts? Our nocturnal feasts, the aftermath of our joyous hunts.

The financial crises, the ones that plunged your kind into poverty while a few grew fatter on the despair of many? Our little game of monopoly, watching you scramble and squabble for worthless paper and blips on a screen.

Every single disaster, every heartache and despair, is a testament to our work, our artistry. It's the brushstroke of our grand design on the canvas of your fragile society.

It's amusing to me, really. The way you persist, continue to claw and fight, believing you can win. Believing you can survive. I admire it, even as I mock it. The struggles of humanity, it's a drama I wouldn't trade for anything.

Now that I've returned, I can hardly wait for the next act. The show must go on, after all. And I'll be here, watching, waiting, with bated breath for your next move. Lazlo chtenff, Ilyaa n'gha. Till we meet again, dear sapiens.

--- OMG I didn't post this -- you have to believe me!! help!!!