SHYGUY76: Look, all of you need to shut up. You're total morons.
DEMTITTIZ: No, you're the moron.
ARAGORN69: lol
SHYGUY76: Listen, just shut up for a second. I'm trying to explain why you're so wrong it's not even funny anymore.
SHYGUY76: Please tell me that the pic you sent was taken in the goddamn mirror or something, because your circle is totally inverted.
DEMTITTIZ: WTF would you know about it, loser?
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DEMTITTIZ: This is right out of White Star's book, "Sendings and Summonings," and her name is really big in the internet community. Who the fuck are you to say you know better than her?
ARAGORN69: /nod
BRIARTHORN: Yeah, cite your sources.
SHYGUY76: OMG HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE I HAVE ACTUALLY SUMMONED THINGS.
DEMTITTIZ: No you haven't.
SHYGUY76: /HEADDESK
SHYGUY76: The summoning circle in S&S is backwards. The energies point outward, not inward.
BRIARTHORN: Of course they point outward, dumbass, they're a ward to keep your summoning from trying to kill you.
SHYGUY76: So help me, bitch, do you even read? That circle's not a warding circle at all. It's a summoning circle.
DEMTITTIZ: Don't talk to her like that, not cool bro. You're welcome to your opinions, but B's my girl.
BRIARTHORN: <3
SHYGUY76: If you really give two shits about her, you'll listen to me. External wardings in summonings are worth less than whatever is currently between your buttcheeks, Dem. If all your focus is outward, it'll never show up.
DEMTITTIZ: Huh?
ARAGORN69: Huh?
SHYGUY76: The point of the circle is to protect the spirit. It needs offerings inside the circle and then strong mojo to keep it fed while you're talking to it.
DEMTITTIZ: HAH! Shows what you know, tool.
DEMTITTIZ: WTF lame kinds of crap have you "summoned" pal? This isn't for your dear aunt Sally to tell you where she buried the will, we're summoning a DEMON.
SHYGUY76: ...
DEMTITTIZ: "..." is right, assmunch. The circle has to point outward to keep the energies of the world from interfering with energy from the Hell plane.
SHYGUY76: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SUMMONING DEMONS THEY WILL FUCKING COME FOR ME AND PUT ME OUT FOR THE SUN.
DEMTITTIZ: Huh?
ARAGORN69: Huh?
BRIARTHORN: Jesus, now what is your problem? If you don't want info on magickal workings, you're on the wrong board.
SHYGUY76: Y'know what, you're totally 100% right. I was wrong and you were right. Have fun, best wishes, hope your ritual goes off without a hitch.
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6/5/2013 - Police are baffled tonight by what is being described as a cult murder and/or suicide here in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Detective Pete Saunders said that the current assumption is that some kind of wild animal was brought into the basement by the three teenagers for ritual sacrifice, but the animal broke free and none of the would-be-warlocks survived.
"It was effin' sick," Saunders said, censoring his speech for our recording. "We got in there and the heads had been ripped clean off every one of them. Black candles and crap everywhere."
As of this time, the police are not expecting to find any surviving witnesses.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
The Voices, God the Voices
God, I just wish I could see one of them.
I step into the grove, and there they are. The voices, always the voices. Sometimes they're whispering, sometimes they're shouting. Sometimes it sounds like they're trying to seduce me or something, but that just can't happen anymore.
They come with me when I leave the grove, duh, they're just not as strong. God, I hate that place. I mean, obviously, I need it. It's powerful magic, I really don't have a choice. If I didn't have it, I couldn't do the real good magic no matter how many voices shout in my ear. But is it powerful magic because the voices are there? Or do they come to the fire altar because they sense something? I know I sense something. Ever since the night they told me to build it.
I dug the rock pool until my fingers bled and cut my arm opening the sewer pipe so the water wouldn't be stagnant. I had to set the altar fire to burn everlasting, scorching my hands until they cracked open in the process. I had to plant the tree and water it with more blood. They needed so much blood.
I didn't want to hurt her. I really didn't. If I could've done it myself then I honestly would have. But the voices needed so much blood, there just wasn't enough in my entire body. I'm sorry, whatever-your-name-was.
Because now she's lying face down in the rock pool with her head caved in by some rock I found somewhere. I put her face down in case she wasn't really dead, so the water would finish the job. Their suggestion. Of course, now she's dead, all her blood's gone. It's all gone down that tree, into that fire, and the rest is leaking out into the rock pool. Just like the spirits told me to.
Because of course they're spirits, I know they're spirits. I know I'm not crazy and they're not just voices in my head that follow me everywhere and somehow have control of the volume knob whenever I'm in the grove. Well, I might be crazy. The fact that the voices aren't just in my head doesn't mean I'm not a little off-kilter, I get that. Just like the fact that only I can hear them doesn't mean they're just in my head.
I just wish I could see one, just once. So I know what they look like, so it's not just a constant disembodied voice. Even if it was terrible, like, horrifying and stuff. Doubt it could drive me batty, anyway.
One of them says he could take over the girl's body. Just long enough so I could see him, he says. All I'd have to do is spill more blood, and sing his daina while I do it. Maybe Velnias's too.
But I know that asshole, and I know better than to trust him. He's one of the really bad ones.
I step into the grove, and there they are. The voices, always the voices. Sometimes they're whispering, sometimes they're shouting. Sometimes it sounds like they're trying to seduce me or something, but that just can't happen anymore.
They come with me when I leave the grove, duh, they're just not as strong. God, I hate that place. I mean, obviously, I need it. It's powerful magic, I really don't have a choice. If I didn't have it, I couldn't do the real good magic no matter how many voices shout in my ear. But is it powerful magic because the voices are there? Or do they come to the fire altar because they sense something? I know I sense something. Ever since the night they told me to build it.
I dug the rock pool until my fingers bled and cut my arm opening the sewer pipe so the water wouldn't be stagnant. I had to set the altar fire to burn everlasting, scorching my hands until they cracked open in the process. I had to plant the tree and water it with more blood. They needed so much blood.
I didn't want to hurt her. I really didn't. If I could've done it myself then I honestly would have. But the voices needed so much blood, there just wasn't enough in my entire body. I'm sorry, whatever-your-name-was.
Because now she's lying face down in the rock pool with her head caved in by some rock I found somewhere. I put her face down in case she wasn't really dead, so the water would finish the job. Their suggestion. Of course, now she's dead, all her blood's gone. It's all gone down that tree, into that fire, and the rest is leaking out into the rock pool. Just like the spirits told me to.
Because of course they're spirits, I know they're spirits. I know I'm not crazy and they're not just voices in my head that follow me everywhere and somehow have control of the volume knob whenever I'm in the grove. Well, I might be crazy. The fact that the voices aren't just in my head doesn't mean I'm not a little off-kilter, I get that. Just like the fact that only I can hear them doesn't mean they're just in my head.
I just wish I could see one, just once. So I know what they look like, so it's not just a constant disembodied voice. Even if it was terrible, like, horrifying and stuff. Doubt it could drive me batty, anyway.
One of them says he could take over the girl's body. Just long enough so I could see him, he says. All I'd have to do is spill more blood, and sing his daina while I do it. Maybe Velnias's too.
But I know that asshole, and I know better than to trust him. He's one of the really bad ones.
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