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Secret War Against the Darkness that Seeks to Consume Mankind
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There are a few of us that know of a Dark God that seeks to breathe his corruption into our dead, which will then consume the flesh and souls of the living. Join the movement to stop this from happening!
Location: The dark corners of the Earth
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Latest Activity: Mar 3, 2021
About the Secret War
One autumn day we were playing man hunt, which is just a tough name for hide and seek. There were five of us and everyone’s hiding place had been discovered, except for Ismael’s. After an exhaustive search of the derelict brownstone we were in, the only place no one had searched was the basement. After a quick contest of “Odds and Evens” I got stuck with the duty of going down there to look for Ismael. With my unwelcomed task at hand I really wished I hadn’t seen Evil Dead 2 the week before. I could still hear the evil dead creature in the movie saying, “Someone's in my fruit cellar, someone with a fresh soooul!” I shook the dreadful memory of that movie out of my head.
Armed with only a lighter I descended the creaking dilapidated staircase. The air was thick with rot and decay causing me to breathe through my mouth. I figured an animal had made its way down into the basement and died. I was glad that a bit of sunlight, which came in through the brownstone’s busted windows, found its way to the basement doorway lighting my way down. The graffiti strewn walls actually brought me a bit of solace in knowing Ismael and I weren’t the only kids stupid enough to climb down into the cellar of this vacant building. When I got to the bottom of the staircase I looked up to my friends. Silhouetted by the daylight at their backs they seemed so distant.
“Hurry up chicken shit,” Luis yelled down.
“Just letting my eyes adjust to the dark asshole,” I yelled back. Although partly true, I was also very hesitant about stepping out of the sunlight that made its way to the cracked and pitted concrete at the base of the stairs.
Remembering the lighter I flicked it to produce a frail flame which made the surrounding darkness recede just enough to reveal the debris and refuse that littered the cellar. A rust covered furnace and hot water heater were revealed a few feet ahead of me. To my left was a worktable stacked with rusted paint cans, plastic and metal jugs of what I figured was turpentine and paint thinner, and bottles of spray paint. Scattered throughout the rest of the cellar were moldering cardboard boxes, stuffed to overflowing with old newspapers, magazines, and other garbage.
Not wanting to venture any further I yelled, “Hey Ismael the games over, come on out you crazy bastard, you won.” I was answered by a loud clank from behind the furnace.
“Ismael, quit fucking with me, your not scaring anyone, come on out,” I managed to say as I ignored the voice in my head that screamed for me to bolt up the stairs out of the cellar. I knew what would happen though. My friends, including Ismael, would all laugh at me for being a pussy.
Determined not to let Ismael make me look like a punk in front of the other guys I charged behind the furnace with the lighter held out in front of me. “Games over Ismael you…” was all I could say before my eyes could make out what was taking place behind that furnace and my mind could comprehend the horror. Ismael was behind the furnace, but he wasn’t alone. Squatting over him, with his glistening entrails clenched between gnarled clawed hands and cracked teeth were two gaunt walking corpses. Pus white eyes looked up at me, and from their gore and blood caked mouths they issued one word, Baphomet. They then stood up causing me to back peddle in panic careening into something hard that smashed into the base of my back. As I fell my lighter slipped from my grasp, and darkness hungrily enveloped me. Cans and boxes fell all around me as I prayed the fiends would have as much trouble as I did seeing in the gloom of the basement, but I somehow knew that was not the case. As slow as they were the sound of their shuffling feet steadily grew closer. Looking toward the rays of light that descended the stairs into the basement I saw not only my escape, but also the lighter. As undead hands reached towards me out of the darkness I flung myself in the direction of the stairs. Gripping the lighter in my left hand, I grabbed a hold of one of the legs of the worktable with my right, and pulled with all my might. The worktable tipped over sending paint cans and containers crashing to the ground between me and the shambling horrors that killed my friend, and sought to devour me. I flicked the lighter and as it produced its flame I saw its twin reflected in a spreading puddle issuing from the containers and cans that had crashed to the ground. Instinctively I joined the flame of the lighter with its twin in the puddle, and the two gave birth to a conflagration which caused the darkness in that basement to retreat. I was quickly overcome with terror, however, as the two ghouls shambled through the burgeoning blaze as if it were but a mere inconvenience. I screamed as hands grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt and pulled. I realized though that I was being pulled up the stairs, and the hands belonged to my friends. Once at the top of the stairs we closed the door to the basement, and haphazardly barricaded it with anything we could find before the smoke became too much for us to bear. We ran out of the brownstone and cleared out before the fire department showed up to put out the blaze.
When they searched the rubble they found the remains of three people. They figured that two of the bodies were homeless people, and they later identified the third body as Ismael. Ismael ended up getting blamed for starting the fire and to this day I feel guilty my friends and I didn’t tell the grownups the truth. But now we’re the grownups and we know the truth. We know the living dead exist, and we know something named Baphomet is behind it. We’ve since taken matters into our own hands.
Horrible actions and events are reported daily in the news, and we’ve unfortunately become so accepting and desensitized to the violence in our world that we refuse to acknowledge the signs that humanity is succumbing to the dark machinations of an evil older than time itself! Some think it’s the Devil, but it’s older than Lucifer, and according to some ancient text the Vatican has hidden away it is even credited on occasion with Lucifer’s corruption and fall from grace. Over the course of my research since my first brush with the undead I have come to view this greater evil as an Anti-God which brings death and corruption instead of life and purity. Although history has confused the Anti-God with the host of the fallen angels my research has discerned that the title of Baphomet is perhaps the most accurate label that can be placed upon this Necro Domine, or Death Lord. Although there have always been Death Cults in service of Baphomet it has always preferred the services of minions culled from the ranks of our dead. As Baphomet’s influence in our world has increased it has been able to breathe anti-life into our dead in alarmingly greater numbers. It is from Baphomet’s undead that our legends of antiquity, such as ghouls, ghosts, and vampires come from. Unfortunately, many of the living also are susceptible to Baphomet’s influence, and some madmen even become aware and secretly worship Baphomet when he blesses them in their dreams for the acts of desecration they have committed upon their fellow man. I fear Baphomet’s influence is increasing as I’ve encountered more of his living as well as his undead followers. I can’t do it myself though. So anyone out there who is willing to patrol their little section of the world, keeping their eyes and ears open for signs of Baphomet’s blasphemous corruptions, please use this forum to keep others apprised of your discoveries. If you are willing to take direct action please be careful, and above all be prepared. Be aware that by getting involved you might put those you care for in danger, however, I think all of mankind is already perilously close to a rude awakening to the dark machinations that take place in the dark corners of our world.
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Comment by Kevin Deadite on January 15, 2011 at 1:30am
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It's been a few days now since I've been investigating and still no leads. I'm gonna go out again tonight to see what I can find. I went down do Manhattan to look around. I even went down to 42nd and first avenue. There is an old spooky building there.
It was nothing at first. Then I notice a few parked cars there and one of the was the same hearse I encounter that night. Then I notice that the same group of strangers I saw that night were walking out the building. I hid so they couldn't see me. The went into one of the parked cars and drove off. I know where this investigation well take me. It may lead me to the gates of Hell.
I may need help on this. But the thing is that I'll drag them to damn nation. But it's their choice.
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Comment by Komrad Venessa Wicked☭ on January 14, 2011 at 7:45pm
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I have received intel that strange activity has been reported at
3017 Blanco Rd, San Antonio
City: San Antonio
State: TX
Zip: 78212
Phone: 210-732-7477Meat Market:Culebra Meat Market
DevinSoul I fear the Baphomets intentions to Korrupt your Body, Mind and Soul is Strong. Your Mind is Playing Tricks on You.
La Santera has sent you a Prayer a Bath to help the Evil that Your everyday Activities.
Archangels are defined as “messengers which carry Divine Decrees”. It is the Archangels who Kommand the legions of heaven and defend humans in the konstant battle with the evil ones. Invoking the Archangels is a powerful way of staying connected to the Divine.
ARCHANGEL SAINT MICHAEL - MYSTIC BATH
Kevin Deadite beware your investigation is taking you into the depths of Blasphemous Darkness...
Kontact me if you need assistance in your area.
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Comment by Komrad 1st Lt. Lindsey☭ on January 13, 2011 at 10:10pm
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As I wait for Komrad Red's help,I started to think.If I just destroyed that vile in the first place,this wouldn't have happened. I knew using live experiments was a bad idea.*mumbles to self,insane like* Songs that'll do the trick.*sings to self*
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Comment by Komrad Scarlet Zombie☭ on January 11, 2011 at 9:46pm
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I have been following through with my investigations in the Meat Packing District in NYC. I will report back at a later date.
I heard Komrad Kadet SSG. Lindsey distress call and am on my way to DETRIOT METRO AIRPORT.
I will be landing soon and I hope it is not to late to Help my Komrad.
I will report back when I find Komrad Kadet SSG. Lindsey☭ Zombie-out
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Comment by Komrad Mercenary☭ on January 10, 2011 at 6:36pm
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I have been stuck in the Internet Kafe the power just turned back on. There is no way I kan leave here tonight...
I will report back later if I kan. Mercenary-out .
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I enter the house where they took the kids out of. Inside I see 3 dead bodies, 1 male and 2 females. The places was a wreck and on the walls was that demonic Baphomet symbol.
Why are they kidnapping these kids for? Can it be for sacrificing? I really gotta investigate this matter. However, If I'm gonna get into this, I'm gonna need guns...lots of them.
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*Static*To all Komradz,I ne*static* project X its *static*. Need evacuation eme *static* There is to*static* of them!*gun fire followed my a crashing noise* They've broken through th*static*chambers! I need help! My position is*static* Lincoln Park. Send and armed squad,and aim for *static* I repeat *static* head!
*static*This is *static* Lindsey,reporting out.
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Comment by Komrad Dead Warrior☭ on January 9, 2011 at 1:19pm
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The Unholy Genesis of the Sigil of Baphomet!
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Well the snow has stopped for now. But still not many buses are coming out tonight. So I'm walking home and when I walking, I heard the sound of children screaming.
I walked as fast as I can to see where it was coming from and then I saw a group of strange men dragging kins out of a house and putting them into the back of a hearse.
I shout out to them and they begin to drive off. One of them comes towards me and pulls out some kind of a dagger with a demon head on it. When he gets closer, his face is covered. However his eyes are glowing green.
This was no man but I wasn't gonna let him try to kill me. I face this thing whatever it is down to the snow grounds. He takes me down and begins to raise his dagger to stab me. I grab a ball of snow and throw it in his face and know him down. I grab his dagger and stab him in the heart. He yells like a demon from Hell and then dies. I notice something on his arm. It is a tattoo of the Baphomet creature.
One of the guys who drove off with the kids was wearing a jacket with that symbol on top. I wonder if all of this has to do with the missing kids I've been hearing on the news? I should really check up on this.
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Comment by Wicked Death☭ on January 8, 2011 at 5:16pm
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I haven't HEARD from Komrad Mercenary yet. The Blizzard has the Tri-state under a blanket of ice and snow.
I will report back when I hear from Komrad Mercenary.
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