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Secret War Against the Darkness that Seeks to Consume Mankind

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Secret War Against the Darkness that Seeks to Consume Mankind

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
Members: 182
Latest Activity: Mar 3, 2021

About the Secret War

I first encountered Baphomet’s undead minions when I was just a kid growing up in Brooklyn, New York during the late 80s. My friends and I loved playing in abandoned buildings. We fancied ourselves urban explorers.
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 Komrad Mercenary☭ on January 8, 2011 at 2:12pm

I as so grateful for Wicked Ways for koming to my assistance. After my restless night of sleep I headed home to get some things...When I arrived I was in for a SHOCK! My building was on fire and my apartment was kompletely destroyed. I tried to see if I kould get in the buliding bt the fire dept held me back. The Snow started to fall... NYC was going to have a Killer Blizzard and I had to get back to Wicked Ways!

I walked for what seem forever to get back to Wicked Ways...The snow was starting to pile up and I was so Stressed and Tired. On the ways I felt I was being followed and watched. Was my mind fooling me? When I looked I saw Nothing but Shadows.

I walked through a underpass and was surrounded by these people or what I tought was people. It was Shadow People and they grabbed and pulled me down to the ground! I heard laughing and whisphers of unthinkable krimes. I JUMPED UP and ran as fast as I kould.

I stuck in a internet kafe because the snow is to deep to walk anymore. I hope the konnection stays on until I kan make it out of here safely.

I will report with Wicked Ways tonight HOPEFULLY!

 

Komrad Mercenary

Comment by Komrad 1st Lt. Lindsey☭ on January 8, 2011 at 1:11pm
I have just finished the research I have been doing on the Project X vile I  found in the Biotech Clinical Lab I have infiltrated.The vile contains some kind of infection that if it gets into the human blood stream it will be 100% fatal.I will continue observing my test subjects for 48 hours,or until something comes up. This infection is too unique for any other.I believe this may be a biochemical weapon for the military,but we shall see in my up coming research.
Comment by Komrad Venessa Wicked☭ on January 7, 2011 at 11:37pm
There is a blizzard and my electricity is going in and out.
There is a state of emergency in the Tri-State area.

I am about to be here in the Dark. Strange noised are koming from outside. The storm is Strong but I feel the Baphomets influence is behind it. In the kover of snow and night madmen kan move freely and do his bidding.

I am locking up before the power goes out again.
I will report back tomorrow... If I Kan.

Wicked-out
Comment by Komrad Gas Mask Killer☭ on January 7, 2011 at 11:06pm
The Sabbatic Goat is brewing evil. The undead masses are awaiting his kommand to rise up and destroy and torture the living.

I have been plagued with thoughts of decay and death.

There something Wicked Koming...
I am leaving to search for anyone who kan help.

Komard Gas Mask Killer-out
Comment by Wicked Death☭ on January 7, 2011 at 3:23pm
Komrad Mercenary and I made it safely to my home. We decided
it was best that we stay together so we could get a early start on our Investigation today. I was awaken by a WICKED dreams... I was in a COLD sweat and I could hear the echos of the Song in my Nightmare. Komrad Mercenary woke up in a state of Panic! We had the same Nightmare. The torment from the Baphomet’s undead legions has just began. Our Death and Suffering are here for all to witness...

Sticking the chainsaw in her cunt
Pounding her pussy grinding her guts
Molesting her body with my saw
Leaving your body dead and mauled
(Stick the chainsaw in her cunt)
Try to run but you I'll find
Your sweet vagina is on my mind
Scream for god as I corner you
I can't wait to get deep in you
Stick the chainsaw deep within
Ripping and tearing your vagina skin
Our foreplay is with a knife
Come on baby I know you'll like
Chainsaw
Pull my chord to start my saw
Keep on screaming no one hears your call
Cunt
Upon insertion you scream in pain
My sexual pleasure gained
Try to fight but deep down I know you like
Now your bent spread open wide
Grinding your cunt from behind
My saw submerged in your snatch
Pounding so hard I broke your back
Scream in pain but I know its pleasure
I'm the biggest piece you measured
Even though you're dead I keep thrusting
From your vaginal skin my saw is rusting
We are in fear for our lives... I will report later with intel!

Wicked Ways-out
Comment by Martin Chin on January 7, 2011 at 12:10pm
Comment by Komrad Venessa Wicked☭ on January 6, 2011 at 10:05pm

I received intel that strange activity has been reported at

Avenida Eugenia 197, Piso 10-A
Col. Narvarte
C.P. 03020 México D.F.
Phone: 52-55-5200-0520
Labortory: Bio-Rad Laboratories



nightmare this is in your area. Investigate and Report back with your findings.

Wicked-out
Comment by Komrad Venessa Wicked☭ on January 6, 2011 at 9:42pm

I have received intel of unspeakable blasphemous desecration.


Four more khildren in the Bronx have gone missing. Once more this astonishing fact has been downplayed for some strange reason.
I fear madmen who are susceptible to Baphomet’s influence are responsible for the acts of desecration.


I have received intel that strange activity has been reported at
29 West Kingsbridge Road,
City: Bronx
State: New York
ZIP: 10468
Phone: 718-260-1332
County: Kingsbridge Heights
Eighth Regiment Armory: Kingsbridge Armory

 

Komrad Mercenary and Wicked Ways this is in your area. Investigate and Report back with your findings.

 

I have received intel that strange activity has been reported at

2474 Indian Wells Road # A

City: Alamogordo
State: NM
Zip: 88310-3845
Phone: 575-682-5270
County: Otero
Hospital: Alamogordo Mental Health Assoc.

 

Disease this is in your area Investigate and Report back your finding.

 

Wicked-out

Comment by Komrad Scarlet Zombie☭ on January 6, 2011 at 6:03pm
BAPHOMET

THE SABBATIC GOAT

RED Sabbatic candles have been seen burning on the streets...

Occult figural candles of Baphomet or The Sabbatic Goat are used by practitioners of occultism to obtain certain desires. Red Baphomet candles are said to cause someone to burn with lust and are used in spells of sexual arousal and domination. Black Baphomet candles are believed to be devotional to the being known as Baphomet, however one conceives of him.

Comment by Wicked Death☭ on January 6, 2011 at 5:11pm
I couldn't wait for 3:00am so I decided to go during the day. When I walked up to the Meat Market I was in SHOCK! Komrad Mercenary was laying on the sidewalk in front of the store.
People were walking over her as if they didn't even see her!
The FUCKING NERVE of these people!

I picked her up and RAN into the store. I was Greeted by the workers who began to SCREAM and YELL for us to leave. I asked what did they do to her and they told me NOTHING...

I began to walk out of the door with Komard Mercenary in my arms when I heard a whisper in my ear "The Anti-God will bring you death and corruption." I FROZE unable to move... Komrad Mercenary grabbed me and we made it safely out of the Meat Market...
I will report back ASAP!
 

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