Monolith

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It's cold here, but ... I don't really feel cold so much as... an absence of any sort of warmth. It's dark here. Darker than I've ever experienced. (text-style:"shudder")[so cold...] [[...|quiet]] [[>>regress]]

Death doesn't scare me. =><= G̞̱̬̘ͪ̐ͣ͊̚R̜̰̃̍͂͂̄͆O͉̖͕̟͎̟͐ͥ̏W͕̭͙͎͚͓ͦȊ̘̬̫̟Ṇͩ̏́G̰̺̫ͥ͆̌͒ͮͥ̂ ͕͖͔̥̪ͮ͌̎ͤ͊O̥̜͆L̪͙͔ͪͨ̋̾ͯD̙̖̙̯̜̓ͮͩͮ̉̃ does. <== I hope I die young. (either: "[[what's wrong with me]]", " ", "That's so [[punk rock]].")

It ain't punk rock til the punk rockers say it's punk rock It ain't punk rock til the punk rockers say it's punk rock Dick Valentine's voice comes fizzing out through the shitty speakers. Years of blasting the bass on pirated songs plugged in through a frayed umbillical that runs from the radio brains to the two-gen old iPod sitting in a pool of some sticky substance that has accumulated beneath the cupholders. Don't waste your examining the mind of a stripper You're gonna get gripped in the grip of the gripper The CD plays on repeat because the iPod doesn't work anymore. Deep grooves that catch the light in rainbow colors like an oil stain fill the bottom. It's okay though, it's not my favorite album. It's not my copy of Switzerland, signed in unintelligeable, smeared red ink by Dick himself that night I saw him in concert. It ain't punk rock til the punk rockers say it's punk rock Rock, rock, rock, rock I'm sitting [[alone|alone on the overlook]]

If we see ourselves reflected in other people <link to random perspective> Who am I when I'm [[alone]]? Is it my voice I hear reflected in this [[machine|The Monolyth Project]]? Am I truly [[alone|Staeb 1]] in here?

I'm back in my bathroom, but I'm not alone. Standing before me is... myself Grinning madly //"Nobody likes you"// "E̠̱̬v̵͉̪e̞͜r̤͚y̳͝ǫ͙̱̞n̝̞͔ͅe̼̗͓͕̳͘ ̗h͖̫͈͓͘a̹t̮͚̫͈̯̲͉̕e̕s͇͕̞̩̟̼͟ ͍͕̠y̮oú͖̣̜͚" [[shut up shut up]]

The Monolyth Project is the culmination of a life-time of work conducted by eccentric scientist-inventor, Dr. Alexander F. Crowley. The one of a kind device was recovered from Dr. Crowley's home lab during investigations following his [[disappearance|the disappearance of Dr. Crowley]]. After recovery, the device was donated to the [[Ibis Institute]] as per the directions in the missing doctor's will.

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Founded in 1947, the Ibis Institute was formed by [[Dr. Crowley]] to explore alternative and radical methods of psycho-therapy. Founded on the Mythopoeic model of conciousness, the institute researches the implimentation of Jungian archetypes and revitalizing shamanic journeys to heal the souls of the tragically afflicted. After the disappearance of the mysterious Dr. Crowley, the Ibis Institute inherited the doctor's final invention, [[The Monolyth|the Monolyth Project]]

I look across the river to the city of the dead. So many lights dazzle in diamond and gold. The mills chew up corpses and spit out ghosts from long chimneys. The pulp is carried away on tomb ships. Everyone sleeps but me. I don't sleep anymore. I bought a cheap cigar, a reminder of when I'd come up here with friends. Back when I wasn't [[alone|Staeb 1]].

(color: red)[You're not alone...] <img src="http://dtc-wsuv.org/wp/dtc338-elit/files/2019/05/Staeb.gif" height="500" width="500"> [[>>>who are you?]] [[>>>what do you want?]] [[>>>where am I?]] [[>>>...have we met before?]]

(color: red)[I'm... I've been here for a while. A [[long time]]. I can't even remember my [[name]] anymore.] [[>>>what do you want?]] [[>>>where am I?]]

(color: red)[I want to [[leave]].] [[>>>who are you?]] [[>>>where am I?]]

(color: red)[You're in the architectured [[psycho-geography]] of [[The Monolyth|The Monolyth Project]]. An aritificial sub-set of the Jungian subconcious. The Machine has [[isolated you from all sensation|brain in a jar]] and linked your neural network into its [[soul matrices]].] [[>>>what does that mean in English?]] [[>>>you just made that up, didn't you?]]

(color: red)[Yes. It's hard to tell how much time has gone past, but I've seen [[others]] come and go. As far as I know... I'm was the [[first]].] [[>>>what do you want?]] [[>>>where am I?]]

(color: red)[Call me Staeb. It's as good as anything, I suppose.] [[>>>what do you want?]] [[>>>where am I?]]

(color: red)[Yes, others have come to this [[place|>>>where am I?]] before you were here.] [[>>>what happened to them?]] [[>>>what do you want?]] [[>>>where am I?]]

(color: red)[Yes. I was the first to enter the Monolyth. I got lucky. Luckier than the others...] [[>>>what do you want?]] [[>>>where am I?]]

(color: red)[[[Ego erossion|ego loss]]. They lost everything that made them human.] [[>>>what do you want?]] [[>>>where am I?]] [[>>>this is too much...|>>regress]]

(color: red)[There's a [[door]], but it's locked. Three runes, three keys of knowledge must be found before it is opened.] [[>>>then why are you still here?]] [[>>>why tell me this?]]

(color: red)[I can't leave. I'm unable to open the [[No-Gate]]. It's the only way out.] [[>>>why tell me this?]]

(color: red)[I think you may be able to find the missing keys and open the [[No-Gate]].]

The door that is not a door, the Gate of [[No-Gate]], beyond which lies the [[Chamber of Guf]], the waiting room of souls. It is the only way out. [[>>>...am I dead?]] [[>>>...what the hell is that supposed to mean?]] [[>>>A jar.]] [[This is too much...|>>regress]]

Only by passing through the door that is not a door, by opening the gate which is [[not a gate|Futhark Operative]], can we truly be free.

Before we were born, our souls where kept in a secret place. In Kabbala, they call it the Chamber of Guf, the waiting room of souls. It's where we came from and to where we return again when we [[die|>>>...am I dead?]].

(color:red)[That's a difficult question... "dead" is not a good description, it'd be better to describe it as[[...|>>>where am I?]]]

(color: red)[Calm down, you'll surely [[understand|>>>where am I?]] in time. In short, we're trapped inside this dastardly machine.]

(color: red)[...What?] [[>>>When is a door not a door? When it's "ajar."]]

(color: red)[No.] [[>>>It's an old riddle, I'm surprised you haven't heard of it.]]

(color: red)[No... that's no- I... just go. Maybe your next iteration will be less irritating. Or maybe [[the wolves]] will catch you first. Either way suits me at this point.] [[*BEGONE*|a dark place]]

(color: red)[...You'll find them, one way or another. Or they'll find you. If you listen you can hear them [[howl]]. Now... [[begone|a dark place]].]

(text-style: "smear")[D҉̧̹̪̱͖͇̞͖̙͔̩̜̹̻O͓̭̙͚̳̝̱̝̱̖͍̫̮̦̜͞ ̛̜͕̻̪̙͢͢͞N͎̗̯̝̳̭̼̠̮̗͔̲͔͟͝O̢͔̗̘̪̞̰͇̤͜͢T̡̛̗͖̲͔̩͚ ̷̱̺̰̞̝̲͎̻̩̹͍̰̤̦T̵̢̥͈̻̜̤̗̬̩̜̬͉̹̳͇̝̀͠R̵͚̲͙͔̞̖̣̰̜̱͍̻̥͖̗͎͎̜͘͝Ư̡̰͖͔̬̮̱͍̩̤̳͉͍͢͜Ş͖̠̥̖̰͓́́͞͝T̵̢̛́҉̰̼͚̱ ̡̠̻̩̹̬̞̭͓̹̥̪̯ͅͅH̛̬̱̣̙̬̳̹̼̼̻͕̰͢ͅÌ̷̢̻̪͔̕͜ͅͅM̧͏̵͕̞̹̘̥̣̼̞̰̲͇͓̝͜ͅ] (color: red)[[[Thinking]] about them draws them closer to you. Better [[leave|a dark place]] while you still can.]

(text-style:"smear")[t͘͠h̕͟È ̀B͢͟È̴͟A̕Ś҉T͝ ͜͢C̷͘àn͞n̶̡Ot́ bĘ͢ ͢͝t͏͏r̡͟u͟͝ś̶͘te͡d̀] (color: red)[They smell the [[sick]] inside you. They're drawn to it... and if they catch you, you'll become just like [[them]].] [[>>>what's happening? what the hell is going on here?!]] [[Run.|a dark place]]

(color: red)[Lost. Alone. Broken. Imperfect. Just like [[you]].]

(color: red)[Oh yes, you're broken too, aren't you? A lost child, a cast-away on the i̸sland of ͞b̧ro͝k͞e͜n̷ toy̷s̷. No one W҉͟Ą̸̀͢͡N̸̡͞T̸̴̀͝S̵̛͢͜͠ you, you might make them S̶͊ͬͬ̌ͨ͡I̷̢̨ͧͬͤͦ̔̃̒ͯ̃̓ͩͫͬͭ͒͜C̷̷̨ͨ͐̂͋̒̐̄ͭ͐ͯͯ̽̇ͥ̆̊Ķ̴̐ͮ̽̑̓̽ͭ̒̈́ͭ̓̓ͤ͝ just like you. You've always struggled to stay afloat, and if anyone tried to help you, well... you'd just drag them down with you wouldn't you?] Ļ̄̊͊͊͏̵͔̫̪̟̻̣͎̘̫̬̭̬̤͜Į̫͚͕̜̏̑̋́͂͒ͦ̐͒͂ͧ͟͝ͅA̡̢̢̤̪̰͙̫̯̰̻̗̯̬̼̦̪̯̱̻̫̓̆͌͐͒́͘Ŕ̻͉̣̜̻̤̱̫̰̩͍̻̩̈́ͯͨ̑ͬ̍͡ͅͅ| >>>Oh god, I can't [[breathe]]... >>>I have to [[run]]

(color: red)[That's right, you were born just some b̑̒͏r̥̙̱͇̐̓̑̇o͍̲̖̰͋k͙̻͖̮͓̪͓ͨͭ̿͌ͭ͛ę͎̩̣̪͌̔̒̆̈ǹ͎̟̦̗̞̺̬ͯ̓̓͊̌̀ ̰̬̮̠̋̑̿̽̽ͭt͖̫̬̎͒ͫh̹̫͙̼̜͒̇ͣ̌̒ͩȋ́͌̏͆̅n͙͔̻̯̱̘ͣ͛̔͒g̠͖̲̖͖͂͋ͦ̈, some wretch. There's something wrong with you and n̨o͠t̸hi̶n͝g̶ ͞you͟ ̢d͘o҉ ͡c̵a̷ǹ fix ̀it.] >>>It's... [[It's so heavy]]

(color: red)[RUN ALL YOU WANT BUT YOU CAN'T OUTRUN WHO YOU ARE!] [[KEEP RUNNING]]

THAT NOISE WON'T GO AWAY, [[I HAVE TO KEEP RUNNING]]

I... where are my [[legs?]]

There's... there's nothing. Oh god, it's so [[quiet...|a dark place]]

The weight of your imperfections? Of course it's heavy. [[É̸E̸̴̢̕͝Ȩ̴̵͟E͘҉̧͡E͡͠Ȩ̵̷҉͠Y̷͏̴Ą̸̀͠Ą̶̸̴̛A̵̛Á͡A̸͟A̸̸̕Ǵ̵̷́͏H̸́͜͠]] But don't worry, it'll [[be over soon]].

C̢a̷n͘ you even he҉ar͝ me͡ ͝any͏mo͠r̵e̕? [[a̵̵̪̝ͨ̋̉̂̾͛̄͋ͫ̀a̔̂͑͆ͣ͏̢͖a̛̱͇̻̗͕̥̩̒̐̾̀͟a͔̭͙̼̙̹ͤ̐ͤ̍̉ͬ̚a̴̢͙̰̮̞̰̮̔͋̀aͬ̑͑͢͜҉͇͓̲a̷̢̗̩̬̤̤̟͖ͨͬ̐́̅͞ͅa̝̝̜̳̯̰͆͗ͥ̀̊̈́̚̕â̲͎͔̲͑̍̍ͫ̌̍͝͞ͅa̤̯̺̻͉̰̩̤̅̿̒̽̎̉ͥ̑ͥ͢͡á̡̗̉͑a̛͚̖̮̙̱ͬͪ̒̐ͣͤ́̄̅́͜a̧̭̜̗͖̹̋̊̈̄A̮̖̤ͮͯ͜A͈͖̜̯̲͚̫ͩͦͪ͟Ḁ͎̗̒̋͂̄͗̀̕A͕̱̘̝͛ͤ́̉A̵̶̫̲͆̂A̴̛̲̘̠̜̍̂̀A̹͖̲̾̈̿̈́̀A̸̛̞̬͇̥̞͔͙ͯ̆̉̎͂ͥ́A̙̫̻̋ͥ͛̑̽͐Ą͉̘͉̦̯ͣ̍̽ͦ͜ͅÁ̟̘̳̥̲͉̹̝̲ͧA͍̭ͯ͐̏̈́̋ͩA̵̡͓͍ͭ̃͛̀ͬͪ͒ͅͅA͇͍̣͖̳̪̼̳ͤA̷̷̴͎͒̔͆͛̈́A̬͙͚̐͋̐ͭ͝A̽͒҉͈̥͇ ̴͋̓͋̓ͥͦ͋ͧͫ̀҉̺̣̙͇̘̯@̶̨̪̘̠̪̮͍̲͌̅ͨ̈́͝Ḁ̧̠̖̬̠͚̀̀͢ã̿͂̽̌ͤ͐́͡͏̦A͑͋̿͌ͥ͏͖̘͈̺Ä͍̭̦́͑̔A̷̪͉͉ͩA̳͙̫̳̯̳͎̒͑͂ͩ̄̒͑ͮ̌ͅÁ͓̺̺͙͍̬͇̏͛̈́̔̈́͐ͥ̀A̷̰̭̤̺͖̻̫̦̒̈̽̈́̓̎̿̑!̷̭̏ͧͫ͊ͭ̅͗ͨ!̭͙̏ͯ͛͋̏͋͜!̻͙̯͕̉̓̽̾̆̚͟1̴͖̩͍͛̑͂ͫ̂ͣ̌̇͜͜|AUGH!]]

Yes. You'll go back to the darkness, and it will start all over again. We'll keep playing until you get this right. [[S͙̥̯̦̠̖͙̺̼̥ͮ̃ͦͩ̆͆ͨͬ̃ͮ̀̚̚͞͡ͅĻ̦̱͉̠͉̘͍̩̭̜͇̼̮̝̭̰̓̋̈̄̂͒̾̅͗̐̇͆ͪ̊̿̈͘͢Ȅ̴̢̦̫͇̠͍̠ͧͫ̌͛̑̓ͪ̋͌̓̽͗̂̆̊͒̃̓́́E̛̜̤͈͔̱͙̻̠͖̠̜̺͛͗ͪͨ̈̀̅̍̕͟͞͞Pͧ̈ͧͣͯ̐͗ͥ͏̹̞̪͇̰͟͠|SLEEP]]

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... [[*die.*|a dark place]]

.̦̬͚̭̊̅.̷͍̬͍̙͚̦͚ͤ̽ͦͭͨ̚͢͡.̩͉͎͂̂̄̏P̛̲̠̟̫̱̲͓̗ͭ̈̽ͮ͑ͅi̧͂ͣ̃̇ͣ͑͂͏̫t̨͔͔̪̝̂̉ͩ͆̐ͦͥͫ͘i͚̠͙̹͍̎̄ͧ̎ͣͮ͟f̧͔̥̰̻̞̩̪̹̥̀̒͌ͥ͋̿̀̚̚͡ù̖̫̭̭͔̠̟̄͛̀͞l̮͚͉͌̿̂̕.ͣ̈́̊ͥ͋́͒ͤ̚͏̹͎ ̬̱͇̭̹̟̠̌ͮͨ̌ͥ͑̑͡ ̶̧̱̺̭̫̭͆̂̒̎ͣ̐ͫ̍[[>̹̰͈̫͍̩͎͍̃̐̈́̐͝>̛̛̩͗̽́̊̅ͭ>̳̪̗́̆̾ͣ̀̂̚͟͜M̍̑ͦ̿͊͏̙͈̘̥͉̞̮͟A̛̩̫̦͚̯̥͂̍K̤̜̹̦͍͙ͨ̄͝É̪̗̘͙́̏ͥ̍̆̌͡ͅ ͍̤̰̭̇̈̄̂ͦͥ͝I̢̘̤͈ͭͣͦ̇̄T͚͔̤͕͉͚̘̭̅ͫ͊ͫ̔̎́ ̫̭̀̐́͝S̢̼͓͍̯͈͊̿̾̎͂̏͋͌̚͝Ṯ̶̜̱̬̖̘͚́̉ͮ͆ͣ̿ͣǪ͔̞̫̫̘̮̟͈̃̿ͤ̏̚O͕͉̼̯͚̙̅ͥͯ̌ͤ̅͢͝O̡̨̹̤͍͍̻͕̜ͪͨ̑Ő̈́ͮ͂͏̬͍̠̤̼͠O̶̢̥̫̦̙̤͓͐̌̕P̰͍̪͎̳̈̊͡|MAKE IT STOP]]

Only you can make it stop. [[...]]

The Freudo-Jungian thought space generated by the [[soul matrices]] of the Great Machine acts as a sort of [[vessel|Chamber of Guf]] for lost and [[broken souls|howling wolves]]. It's like a Greyhound station, with people waiting for their bus to arrive. But the bus isn't coming, and the (text-style:"strike")[passangers] (text-style:"smear")[wolves] are getting [[hungry|ego loss]].

The Monolyth was built upon secrets gleaned from the Seppirot, the tree of life, whose branches reach towards [[heaven|Futhark Operative]] and whose roots run deep into the [[underworld|a dark place]]. The copper wires and silicon chips are a tangle of lies to fool the minds of mortals, like [[flies|howling wolves]] in the web of some unknowable [[spider|Dr. Crowley]]. The real mechanisms are much quieter and much more cunning. The Great Machine hums to life, hungry for more.

(color: red)[Your mind is trapped inside a machine.]

(color: red)[I wish I did, but I'm afraid information is leaking out of the Machine and into my mind... I know things I shouldn't... you will soon, too.]

What if we're all just a bunch of brains in jars? I'm serious. What if machines were ran into our brains, feeding us a constant supply of sensory impulses. We'd all be hooked up to a simulation, and we'd never even know. We can't even be sure our bodies are real, let alone anything around us. That's why nothing matters. [[>>regress]]

(color: red)[Indeed. This isn't the first time you've been here, you see? It's a cycle, forever repeating... until we can escape.]

I can feel it vibrating in my hand, but the noise... I feel it in my head. My fingers are getting numb from the constant jitter and honestly the white noise is a pleasant distraction from the constant buzzing going on between my ears. I take a breath and rake the prongs of the electric razor across my scalp, digging into the skin so hard that it hurts. I wince and I know it doesn't have to hurt, that I don't have to push so hard, but my hand pushes on its own, my nervous system so eager to drown out [[the signal]]. Hair clippings fall around me like leaves in Autumn. I can't see them, my eyes scruntched up and soaked with tears, but I feel them flitter past. It will be [[gone soon]], are you happy? If I blend in, if I'm just be another face in the crowd, will you leave me alone? Will the screaming stop? Can I [[rest?|a dark place]]

A broken radio Plays the songs you used to know. Just a box full of wires and tubes, Some springs, a blown fuse. Sputters to life with words Borrowed from across the world. [[--->the signal 2]]

I'm in the greenroom, killing time with the cast until my next scene. My hair is long and hangs down to my chin. Even after my girlfriend [[straightened]] it, it's a wild think like some animal constantly clawing for my eyes. Curly, it was shorter, but straight it was a good couple inches longer. The perfect length for eye jabbery. We're gathered around an ottoman and playing cards, listening for our cues. One of the girls in the cast, reaches out and brushes my [[hair]] behind my ear. My skin is electric at her faint touch. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I had a crush on her, but she was cute and a senior at that. It's strange how your grade made you instantly cooler back in school... I wasn't used to [[attention from girls]], so when she casually touched my hair, told me "It's a good look on you," smirked, and turned back to the game... I could feel how red my face was getting. But I have a girlfriend now, so I shouldn't be so excited, right? Everyone else keeps playing, and I feel [[guilty]] for some reason...

"I'm telling you, it looks great!" "Well, you kind of have to say that. It's in your job description." "No, it's coming out really well! You look like you're in a band. At this rate, I'll have to beat the girls off you with a stick." "Like that would ever happen..." It felt good to have a girl [[fauning|attention from girls]]over me. I'm not used to being noticed, let alone liked.

The tyrant in the mirror laughs at me. Time hasn't been gentle. Just because I stopped living for a decade doesn't mean that life around me stopped. My hair is thinning, losing the ongoing battle against my over-developed forehead. Time to buy a hat. [[a dark place]]

"You're getting quite the little fan club," she said after class one day. "Wait, what?" "Oh, I've overheard some of the girls talking about you is all." My teacher wouldn't tell me who or provide any details really. I didn't care too much though. It was more the idea of it. I had a [[girlfriend]], but it was flattering to hear. When did I start getting all this [[attention?|attention 2]]

It's my fault, it's all my fault. I wanted it. There's a beast inside me, a monster, and I can't let it out... [[>>regress]]

How [[pathetic|guilty]] I am, needing the constant approval of everyone around me. I flirt with girls just to feel better about myself. On the inside though, I'm empty, like one of those old vaccuum tube TV's no one wants anymore. An empty shell filled with static. [[>>regress]]

"It's over, can't you understand that? You just... you can't give me the emotional support I need right now. I'm tired of trying to fix you. I have my own problems! I'd be better off alone..." *What did I do wrong?* "It's not- ugh, it's not like that, okay?" *What do you want me to do? What can I do to keep you from leaving?* "We're sixteen and I need to work on myself, why can't you understand that?" [[---|girlfriend 2]]

I see th͡at ͘y̧o̡u'r͢e ̀h͢uŗt͜i͡ng̨. *yes.* I'͉̼͈m̭̫̝̩͢ ̜̥h̼͉u͓͕͙̦̻̯ṛ̦t͚i̙̖̬̰̫̤̣͡n̞̙̳͖g̫̞̯̩̣͕͟,͉̤ ̝to̼̘̜̺͎̼o̧̝͇.̦̠͎̜̰̤ M͙̗̦̜͔̤a̬̪͕̗̕y͚̗̦b҉̖̜͇͖ͅḛ̯ ̝̳̠͚̀w͟e̝ c̦͙̙̲̘a̷͚̼̣̟̹̯n̛̼ ̝͇̦̱̀h̲̼͇u̯̟̰͚̜̟̮r̖̜t̺̻̩͇̪͘ ̶̪̖͈̻̩̭t̖͘o̵͔̻̮g͍̟̯̻et͔̳h̤e̝͈̻̗͢r̻̘͜,̱̮̠̞ ͕͔͇̤a̷̬͚̣̲͖̬͇n̵d͇̹̀ ͍̻͓̥̱̱i͏̗̝̫̼t͓̜̪̤̺ ̡̣͕ẉ̳̞͉o̫̻͕n̶̲̥͚̖̟'͕̺̩̭͞t̰͞ ̖̮̩h̘̞̦̼u̗̳r̵̭͙̠t ̜̪̖̲s̠͍͢ǫ̥̲ ͉͎̝̞b̮͇̰̗͇̠a̲̜̬̹̼̼̳̕d̼̖͚̖̙̼̫͝.̹ *...* I̛̦̻̱̱̹͕̙̦ͤ͠'̰̐ͭ͗̐ͮ͑ͦl̹̰̣͇͕͐ͧ̑ͤl̴̢̩̭̝͎͈ͤ͂ͣ̍̄̄͗̂̌ ̶̡̨͙̹̱̗̝̑̂ͫͭͫn̡̏͗͋͊ͧ҉̲̭̟̟̰̹͔̝e̖̥̜̩͙͈͛̀̚͘͢v̸̦̫̟̐̋͟ͅẹ͂̂͂ͮͪ̇̃r̶̙̠̬̠̗̭̺ͩ̄̇̇̑̾́̚ ̴̢̼̮̟ͮ͒̅̄ͩͬ̒l̡̗̻ͥ̽ͫ̈́ͮ̚͞e̷̶̱̥͚̹̫͖̥͇̯͂̓̂̄̊̈̍̎͘a̸̩̦̻̗̿͂v̷̺ͫ̒̒͞͡ë̸̴̛̗̺̞̠͖̭̺̘́̚ ̫͚̭̗͎̱̑ͫ̅ͦ̓ͤ͗y̡͖̟̭͒͝ͅo̸̞̥͓̘͚̎́̃ͧ̈́͌̏̀̚͘͜ũ̸̱̙̦̫̯̞̱ͦ̋̂͛̈ͩ͐.̴̠̹͗̍̎̄̊ͭͮ͑̍͠ [[numb the pain]]

Time is an illussion. See how it flows so slowly in one moment, but so quickly in others? *There's so many voices in my head. I just need to turn down the volume. Please* Pour another shot. *I drank it all... They won't stop. Make them stop.* Well, you know where they keep the liquor, don't you? They won't notice a few shots missing. *Please...* You can buy them another bottle to make up for it. It's win-win. *Make them shut up.* [[Dͯ̃̅ ͍̲ͩͥ͛̆́͗̍O̽҉͔͉̼ ̖̭͇͇͈̩̅ͭ̔̑ͥͨ̕W͛҉̩̺͙̖̬͓ ̜̗͂̎̓͒͌̆ͦNͥͮ́̑̔̉͡ ͧ͐ͣ̒T̊̃͋͊ͫ͛̚ ̶͓̙̖͖̜͛Ḫ̙̘̥͎̥̍̓͗ͥͅ ͕̩ͧ̀ͭ͊̽ͦ̓E͕̭ͨ͆ͦͪ̾̚ ̙͎̭ͩH͖̱̞̹̗̩̯̽ ̱̼̤̎A̮͈͓͌̓͂̊̚̚ͅ ̵̮͍̲̦͎̣̬̒̉̅̒͛̇Ṯ̝̦̥̘̙̒ͤ̿͡ ͚͕̳̠̦̼̑ͯ̈̎ͨ̅̒C̩̲̪̙̟ͬ́͋͆̊ ̵̤͚̠͇̈̿͐̌ͤͅH̨͖̖ ̭͖͈ͯ̀̿|DOWN THE HATCH]]

"It's a really mellow feeling. It just feels like all your problems will go away. Besides, it's basically legal now." [[L̥̬͍̫̜͚̭̇̅ͬͧ͛ ̙͚̦̭ͯ͊Ì̗͓̐̽ͧ̏̀ͩ ̻̯̝̓G̞̠͈̮͊̓̿̒ͣ͜ ̛̯̗̝͓̉H̲̻͍̥ Ţ̘͉͔̅ͦ͒ͫ͗͛̆ ̺͎U͙ ̥͚̰̖ͥ̌̊͌P͚̆̽̉͋ͬ̆|light up]]

Do you... do you want to come over? "..." We'll just relax and watch TV. We'll just hang out. "..." We can still be friends. "..." It doesn't have to be awkward. "..." We can smoke. I know you're into that these days. I'll even order pizza. "..." [[F̺̬̼͓̺̈́̍͠ ̭͙̤̲̎ͣ̌U͊͏̬ ̣̻̦̥̺̒ͫ̽͗̐̑ͤ́C̛̩͓̩̦̳̠ͯ͌ͤ͂ ̺̐͒̑̓̒̀Kͯ͒͏̫̪̜̜̜̳ ̠̲͓̪̗ͪ̔ͦ̎I̵̫̦̤̟̘̼̺̅ ̡̮̎T̆|FUCKIT]]

The old couch, still covered in cat hair, still stinking of dog. I should have left so much sooner. I can't believe I wasted 6 years of my life here. So fucking miserable. It's so much worse since I left. She really let it go. Oh well, not my problem anymore. Wait, did she say something? I'm so wasted right now... she's looking at me. I should say something. How do I make words again? You just move your lips right? ... I'm so fucked up I can't even talk. She's still looking at me. She leans in. [[OH SHIT.]]

She pushes me over with her weight. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I'll take care of it all." Her body is soft and warm just like it used to be. But I don't want this. I tried so hard so many times to leave, I finally did... why did I walk back into the spider's nest? Her shirt comes off and she's straddling me. [[OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT.]]

"I DON'T WANT THIS!" The words don't come out though. I'm too fucked up to speak. I just start shaking my head, trying to communicate in away way that I can that I DON'T WANT THIS. She reaches down between my legs and feels where all my blood has rushed. Engorged. Traitor. She smiles and tells me again it'll be okay. Buddha mind, Buddha mind, kill the boner! She wrapped herself around me and my mind went blank, but not it the way [[I wanted it]] to.

[[...|...3]]

... Is it over? [[S̬̼͎̙͒̽̂̂͆͒̎͞ ̝̥̻̱ͭ̇͋͑̈̒͞W̼̗͓̜̠̏ͮ̈̐͐ͅ ͚̭͇͍͈͒̉̆ͪ̿ͥ͊Ì̸͖̩̲͔͕̯̉ͬ ̰̠͔̱̤̻̀͊̒͡T̨̗̹̭̓͑͊ ͈̖̕C͇̼̞̆̊̾ͫ ̖̜͙͛̏̑ͭͮ̓H̷͈̦̬͙̤̺͈͊̄͆ͩ͋̚ ͌̐̃̎͏̩͚O̾͏͙̺̠̝̻͚̼ ̫͕͓̔̈́́ͥF̡͔̬̖̼̻̬̭̃́̏̈̌ ̵͒F̱͈́͑ͣ͛̈ͅ|SWITCHOFF]]

Įt̨'s̕ n̶e̡ve͠r̢ ͢rea͏l͝l̕y̶ ove̕r̵.̴ ̶Jus̨t sw̢itch ̨o͝ff̶. ͠It͟'s͏ ea̢śy.̵ Y͠o͡u̢'v̸é done҉ it ̕fo͏r͟ y̵eąrs. B̨y̶ n̛o͝w,͢ ͜y̛oư'r͠e ̶just a̶ br͟ok͜eņ m̶a͜c҉hi͡ne̷,̡ ̧an ol͠d̛ ̵c̨assęţte͠ ̨s̡tu͏c̕ḱ in ̛a ̛caŕ [[radi͡o͠|the signal]], p̨lay͠i̢n͞g͟ o͞n ̢r̶ȩpeat͢. N͢o͏t͞h͠ìng͞ ̧ev̴er҉ chan͟ges. ͠Not̵ fo̕r ͝yo͏u. [[Load *human.exe*|human.exe]] [[alt-F4|the darkest place]]

Another day starts, another day ends. Nothing ever changes. [[>>Keep trying|human.exe]] [[>>Give up|the darkest place]]

A mouth full of (color: red)[static], The lights glow dim and Flicker with each breath, Final embers of a burnt out husk. Stuck between stations, Fading in and out, As much noise as words, It struggles to play the old hits That no one listens to Anymore [[--->the signal 3]]

Skull filled with fire, Chest filled with smoke, The dissonant voices inside Scream. It silently rages Against the tyrant In the mirror. [[---|the signal 4]]

Catches one last signal, Final stray waves, Something tossed from deep-space, Borne of some forgotten place. Promise of life, But all that plays, The noise made by stars, So far away. [[Load *human.exe*|human.exe]] [[Give up.|a dark place]]

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(text-style:"blur")[Oh god, I can't feel my legs] [[...|I can't feel anything]]

(text-style:"blurrier")[What is this?] [[...|it's cold]]

(text-style:"blurrier")[It's cold...] [[...|I can't feel my legs]]

(text-style:"blur")[I can't feel... anything] [[...|floating]]

It's like I'm floating... [[...|a dark place]]

And it's quiet... I can't even hear my own breathing. [[...|too quiet]]

HOW CAN IT BE SO FUCKING QUIET [[...|no no no]]

No no no no no no no no no no no. [[NO]]. No, I don't like this. I... [[I can't handle this]]. [[...|nothing here]]

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Oh god, oh please no... I can't be alone like this. [[>>regress]]

There's nothing here... Absolutely nothing here... [[...|I can't handle this]]

(either: "[[I'm scum...|blame]]", "[[That noise again...]]", "<img src=http://dtc-wsuv.org/wp/dtc338-elit/files/2019/05/face02.gif>[[>>regress]]", "<img src=http://dtc-wsuv.org/wp/dtc338-elit/files/2019/05/blockhead.gif>[[>>regress]]", )

[[r̼̦̪͖͈̞0̸͍̖̙̟ͅG͚̳̝̱̝̠̘3͓R̷P̨͕̘͕F͏͓̩̞̹ ̩̩̠̣S͓̜K̯͇͍͈T̷̜̦̤̰A̫͕͎̘̙̲̕ͅN̲̳|my name]], A.K.A. Patient 713 was admitted to the Ibis Institue on 0͙͙3͇̦̤̙͠/̛̥̬̦͎0̮̙̗A̞̥̞͔/̸̮̝2͍͚̮͇͕͈̹0̧X̜̮͎̘̯͔ͨͤ̈͜X̵̛̥̊ under the care of [[Dr. H̸A̬̗̺̰͈͝B̕BJ̥̮̟LC̷̰̟̞̠J̹̭̯̱̳̥1̗̙̱̝̦͍5͇|doctor]] for urgent treatment and supervision. Patient suffers from psychotic.major depressive disorder with [[cognitive disruptions|howling wolves]], [[intrussive thoughts|howling wolves]], [[auditory hallucinations||howling wolves]], and as such has been deemed by the court a danger to himself and others. Evaluation for [[The Monolyth Project]]: APPROVED

"It's all in your head. I mean, of course it's in your head, but what I mean is that you're doing this to yourself. There's nothing wrong with you. No [[bad wiring|the signal]], no identifiable [[trauma|OH SHIT.]], no real [[symptoms||howling wolves]] to be worried about. You're just a lazy kid looking for an excuse, aren't you?" I swear that's not it... "There's nothing wrong with you." Then why does it- "If you keep insisting on bringing up these ridiculous fantasies... my hands will be tied. I'll have to take [[serious action|Ibis Institute]], and believe me... you don't want that." I didn't tell him, but I wished he would. I can't keep going, pretending to be normal day in and day out. Just lock me away already. How do you expect me to get a job, go to school, when I'm dealing with all this... shit? Can't he see I'm broken? Please, Doc. Fix me. Help me. That's why I came to you... for help. Why won't anyone listen? [[...|a dark place]]

I can't even remember my name... How long can I remain here before I [[lose what's left of my mind?|howling wolves]] [[>>regress]]

I'm going warp speed through the dark, my path illuminated in shades of gold and diamond, long shadows cast from the strange Mars base structures. White fart-gas billows out of the chimneys and fouls up the AC. I'm going faster. The lights streak by, my knuckles white on the wheel. Ḭ̹̰̳̱͠ ̵̞̺̜̪ͅT́ ̷̹̟W̞̠͇͈ ̨͖ͅỌ̭̯̟͉ ̧̗̘͙̺͇͙̘U̷̙ ͈̣̫͙L̻̮̖̼̦̪̺ ̖̩͖D̸͎̯͖͎̦ ҉̲͚B̮͎̕ ̷͕̘̰̘̞̱E̲̭̟̼̖̮͉ ̵̞͖̘̥E͏̹͈̭̲͕͇ ̪̜͝A ͍̘͉͈̘͇̖S̹̠̥̟̥͠ ͍͠Y My fingers clench on the steering wheel, squeezing the last of the blood out of my digits. I hold it straight and stare straight ahead. [[...|the darkest place 2]]

J̶̩ ͖͍͉͖̤͕͡U̢̺̮̥̦̮ͅ ͍̝͠S ̥̯̺͎̬͍T̹̼̻͕̜ T͓͇̠̥͈͙̪͟ ͈͚̲̬U͕̞̬̘ ͓͖̜͔̙R̶͖͕̜̭͈ ̖͔̝̻̩͢N̪̹̹͔ ̵͇̰͇͉̠͖T̨̬ H̲͔̬̞͔ ̗͚̘̙́E͈̖̙̬ ̟͎͓͕̯͍͎͝W̴͉͓ ̙̙̩̘H̖̹̼͕̜͢ ̡͇̹E̥͍͚ ̼̦̫͙͖̬͚E̵͈ ͕̹̳̬̣L͕̤̬̺̞̱͠ ͇̝̥̖̮͟A̲͟ ̲͘L̷͇ ̘͎̱͔̠I̗̹͕͈͕ ̲͙͞T̜̫ T̗̙ ̩͉͈̞͖̣ͅḶ̭̝̮̘ ̯̭͇E͟ I push down on the pedal. Harder, all my weight on it now, but it won't go any further down. O͇͍͚̭͕̗̲ ̴̜̦̰̻N̸̜ ̗̗̹̬͉͝E̥̪̗̫ Q̰̜̗̞̗ ͢Ù͓ ͕̳̙̠͇̝ͅÌ͕̳͓͉̪̰ C̡͇̟̱̩̺̯ ̖͓̯̯K̝̞̩͉͕͕ ̦̩̠̣̲̠J̶̗ ҉̩̰͓̖͉̺E̬̣͙̘ͅ ̢̫R̭̥̦̀ ̙̯͠Ḳ̟̯͎̰̩ I want to go faster. I want to leave it all behind. [[...|the darkest place 3]]

O҉̠ ̷̫̥͕̝̲̮̳N ̳̳̻̰̙̺E̸̺͖͕͎̪͖ ͙̱͎̮̲̦͔Q̰̰͓͉̭̮ ͏U̷͇͍̘̠̹̝̙ ̴̱͓̼͓̪̜Í̗ ͞C̖̮͕̖ ̨K̶͓ ̛̝̰͕T̸̩̯͕͇̠ ̳͚̖̟W̛̲̙ ̷̤͍̮͕̯͉̳I̦ ̙̮͚S͙̲̱ ͔̗͚̠̦͉́T̥̗͙͔͎ ͇Ỵ̷͕͎͕͈ ͇͕̱O̞̫̱̼͎͙̪̕ Ų͖̯̩ͅ ̞̮̱̻R͍̯͍̗̖̮̰͡ ̪̖̜̤̣M̺̭͇̀ O̠ ͍͍̲͚̩͚̟M̺̻͔͉̩ ͉̣̱E ͙̣̫̻N̴̻̲ ̴̱̗̳̫T͏̜͕̞͙ ͈͕̠̹̹̖̬́U̸ ͍͉̪͡M͖̟̲̀ ͚̲ͅW̻ ̦͜I̼͠ ̻Lͅ ̬̼̫L̴̗͔͉̩̪͎ͅ ̥̗̜̗̯̭̯͠D͚̳͍̦̝ ̰͓O͇͈͍ T͇͈ ͇̹̤͍̝̼H̸͓͓ ͖͖̳̗̮͡Ḛ̝̬̟̤̦̪͠ ̶̫̰͖̜̮R͜ ̛E̻̣͓̠̱̙ ̠͎S̲̲̺͎ ̙͕̰̞́Ț There's something hot and wet on my cheek. This robot has sprung a leak. I'll have to get that fixed. N̘͈ ̦̤͕̼O̴̭̳ ̦̲̞̳͉͉͠M̦̪̫̻̩ ̛͔̥͕͕͎̳O̳͈͇͕̣̪ ̮̠R̶ ̕E͜ ͙̰͎̻͔͔P̜͇̭ ̬A̗ ̥͈̯̙̥͜I̵̺͇̰̟ ̖̦͢N̯̰̺ I didn't move my hand. They did. I was going so fast. Now I'm flying through the air. Light speed. The final frontier. Gravity loses its hold on me. I'm not even concious when the car hits the ditch. [[...|a dark place]]

"I can't believe you'd do that, man." TH̡E͟Y H͞ATE̷ Y̴ÓU NOW "If you don't come clean and tell everyone, I will." [[I̛T'̶S ҉YOUR FAULT|guilty]] [[>>keep trying|human.exe]] [[>>give up|the darkest place]] [[>>regress]]

(either: "D̶O̷Ń̴'T ̨T҉̨R͏̛͘U͢͏͝Ś͠T ̴Ş̸͢T̴A̵̴̡Ȩ͏̸B҉", "T͟͞͝H̢͟E̷RE ̸I̛͘͢S͜͟͡ ̀N͏Ò҉̶ ̵̧W̷̕Á͟Y̵ ̕Ò̡U̢̨T", "N̵͟ǪT͜͞Ḩ̀̕I̷N͜͝҉G͜ ̢̨͝M̡̕A͏T҉TȨ̸̡R̡̛͘S̕͘") [[>>regress]]

The [[noise|That noise again...]] in my head is drowned out by the throbbing pain in my hands. Warm blood runs down my fingers and out of the gashes left by the broken mirror. [[>>regress]]

Futhark Operative in effect. Quarantine in place. Zero runes obtained. [[>>regress]]

Each (text-style:"strike")[soul] mind possesses an ego-form which holds it together. Bio-feedback from mechanisms inside the meat-suit creates a stabilizing field in the psycho-space of the individual, but one of the side-effects (features?) of the Great Machine is that by seperating the mind from the meat-suit of the patient (guinea pig?), the stabilizing field collapses and causes a complete [[errossion|howling wolves]] of the ego-form. Only by removing the ego-barriers between minds can we be united. Only united can we open the Gate of No-Gate and ascend.

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