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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 10, 2017 0:11:52 GMT -5
My brother died when I was still very young.
The concept of death was somewhat new to me. I knew death on a theoretical level, but personal experience revealed the true nature of experiencing loss. It is almost inescapable, except to those who themselves pass while very young. Whatever secrets these children learn, they keep with them. As do all who die. Whisper to them, hold them, plead with them... and there is this: an echo.
I never told my parents what I had seen in The Trees. My brother was a husk even then, and it was as if I had coincidentally run into his displaced soul as I lay bleeding and dirty on a hillside three miles from home. Why was he there? Why hadn't he helped me? Why did the shell lying in his bed at home seem unaware of this experience?
Hello. Hello.
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Quentin, or whoever he is to you now, was active long before he met me. A rock, a creek, and an eight year old neighbor boy when he was fifteen. I did not know this story for a long time, but upon hearing it, I immediately knew it was true. He had followed his risky impulses throughout the midwest. Arrested several times before we'd even met. Burglaries, assault, fraud... all of these incidental, serving only to keep his engine running for his true passions.
He showed me the loopholes in identity. Or knots, I suppose they could be called. The way things were operated then, there was no shortage of methods you could use to short circuit bureaucracy. His methods are primitive, obsolete now. I hope he'd be able to admire the things I've since discovered.
He was gluttonous and incapable of operating a long con. Screaming fits, head bashing, the most inept lies imaginable if we were lucky.
And then he took a toll (or two, or three) away from the Highwayman, and that was his end.
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Martin. A pervert. A creep. A coward with a lot of showmanship and an endless streak of luck. This hypocrite has readily lied about me at every opportunity, and while these lies have benefited me on the whole, I am still unhappy about the path our friendship took. He likes to play the lapdog when he's not busy mentoring the weak and unworthy. He keeps an eye out, and he has good reason to. He's a good shot. Have always admired that. But they're closing in on him now. It's only a matter of time.
Did my theses inspire him? How about those videos he claims not to have seen? You will know them soon. Perhaps they will inspire you.
But obfuscation. All obfuscation. Misdirection is another talent of his, as is preying on those who like to think they're prepared. So maybe he has the upper hand after all.
We'll see.
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Joseph Bright. Has enough been said about this disappointment now? The "Terror of Carnival", the artist, the PR man, the actor, the storyteller. So many titles.
He's gone now.
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Senor Bambos. Home again.
And for this small place in time, all is right.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 2, 2017 21:51:22 GMT -5
I have no evidence for this, but over the years, I have learned to trust this intuition I feel now. You are reading this forum with some regularity, aren't you? You don't log in. You might not even have reregistered. But you are here. I can feel it. We are drawn to these things in our lives. You understand that as well as anyone.
So you can change your phone number, pick up and move, dump your old laptop, stop using your old email accounts, drive me to wasting what you probably think are exceptional amounts of money, and remove every trace of yourself from the internet you can... you will find your way home in the end. This has all been an intermission or, more aptly, a vacation.
You haven't heard from Mi - I mean, The Detector - in a while, have you?
I wonder what he's up to. Thought I heard he had an interview about our shared project scheduled some time ago. Do you even keep up with him anymore? You probably should have. Oh, but he's just another internet person, isn't he?
Don't make me come and find you. I'm being charitable here. I am closer than you know. Do this voluntarily.
We have work to do. Debts to repay. New works of art to put on display. This is just the beginning, Stalling, if I am being honest.
You have one week.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 2, 2017 15:18:19 GMT -5
Joseph,
I know it scares you now. Keep in mind that there is a cycle here, and every piece that makes up each phase matters. You matter. Did not intend to disturb or upset you. When you think of your predecessor and his collaboration with our benefactor, remember that he was less privy to certain things than you are. Take that as a sign of respect and trust. An honor. Bambos' vetting process was a slow and meticulous one, an investment to be sure. It didn't pay off, but who's to say when any of our work will be done?
Here when you need an ear,
Martin
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 2, 2017 15:16:01 GMT -5
<CopperFist> i wanted to apologise <CopperFist> that's why i'm here <uberK> noone cares.get over yourself. <uberK> you worn out your welcome. <RatedY> He's right. <Clock-Stomper> LOL Luther Priestly <CopperFist> was honestly surprised to find this active still <CopperFist> thought it was abandoned but checked and lo and behold <CopperFist> fine kick me if you'd like <RatedY> It was abandoned, and it will be again soon. <RatedY> We're moving on for the time being. <Clock-Stomper> You used that damn name in your story son! <uberK> haha. <CopperFist> waiting for me then <Clock-Stomper> If your broken brain is trying to convince you to "blackmail" people should probably come up with an UNUSED PSEUDONYM <CopperFist> weren't being serious <~1NTERR0~> ? <uberK> jesus. <RatedY> No, just drunk, right? <CopperFist> you never called or visited so i figured you were out too <CopperFist> have to protect your psycho club right <CopperFist> that's why this will never work <CopperFist> no matter what he says: current gen MAY be able to adapt enough to outpace technology but you geriatrics will be left in the dust and forgotten <CopperFist> you're all still using this for fucks sake <CopperFist> your messages reach is limited <CopperFist> and your activities will keep to slow and cease as you die of old age <CopperFist> no one will remember this <RatedY> Calm down. <uberK> sour grapes. <~B4NG~> ! <RatedY> It's just a game. Take a breath. <Clock-Stomper> Hahahahaha <CopperFist> no <RatedY> You were pretending to be an escaped mental patient. <CopperFist> that was the ONLY PART <RatedY> And we were pretending to be a murderous horde. <CopperFist> why isn't he here <CopperFist> there's VIDEO you moron <RatedY> And this round of the game is over. <RatedY> He'll be looking for a new outreach head for the next round. <uberK> or an old one heh. <RatedY> We're not playing with you anymore.
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Hello,
Was just wondering if there's a way to retrieve video data that has been streamed through your program but not downloaded after a month or so has passed.
Thank you in advance.
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Foxlot Alameda twice in as many days Left three digits short Checked Boone county for matching obits 70-82 In regards to Johnny Crime blotters for perverts same era nonexistent Maybe it was Alexandria? Nada Impossible to naviate Indiana would cost as much in gas and motel fare as plane ticket for home Not worth it Not worth it Not worth it
I have to get better.
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>Hello.
>>Oh fuck off.
>>I'm done alright?
>>Just want to be left alone.
>Just get off work?
>>Just got done with an audition. You know, something that matters, yea?
>What an exciting time to be alive.
>I'm no Highwayman, but I have to take my tolls, too.
>>Is that so? You were as scared of him as me. Makes you feel brave don't it.
>He destroyed the closest thing to a real brother I ever had in my adult life.
>>You're unwell.
>But even with all the animosity, I think of him with respect.
>We respect each other and acknowledge what one another is capable of. That's the only way it can work. We waste away otherwise.
>>Respect you?
>>. . .You know all you've accomplished is attempting to make your psychopathy a viral sensation?
>>And ultimately, it failed. All that's left is the mystery of how you think it could have ever worked to begin with.
>No mystery here. This has been engineered well enough to function in the right hands. The operators are flawed. My requests have been ignored. This was mine. Do you know how close I am to you right now? Do you know I can see you through the dark? Can you make it to the light switch before I have your neck in my hands?
>You won't see my face.
>>As you've told me before. . . these scare tactics have an expiration date fyi.
>Hold on.
>Going to turn up my phone's volume. Turn down any music you might be playing.
>>Okay?
>Don't get up.
>That noise from your closet is just me.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 2, 2017 12:52:36 GMT -5
Sorry not to have responded to your last email. Things have been quite rotten here lately. Work is hectic and ceaselessly busy yet I am told the possibility of cut hours lingers in my near future. Attended three auditions - count em - three auditions in which I was immediately informed not to expect callbacks. On one outing I was actually told they already had someone in mind BEFORE I began so yea. . . not great on that front.
Don't take my delays in our chats too personally. Have had absolutely no time with all of that going on to so much as work on my novel so you can't get too irate ahaha.
And the truth is I've turned to the drink in the past couple of weeks. What else is new? Saw a man killed by a trucker in a video a few weeks back and my thoughts are running somewhat morbid since. If I were to pass and mum wanted to ransack my pc or mobile for whatever godforsaken reason, want you to know that that is fine. There are things here that matter.
It got me thinking about life and starting over and how it would be nice to hit a reset button at a certain point. . . but to retain all the information, knowledge,memories of what you had experienced pre-reset. Did you ever read that Replay book I left you? Like that. Sometimes I get afraid that I have wandered so far from home that it would be impossible to get back to where I once was. I feel asea. And I think about e changes I need to make, the projects I went to partake in, the people I need to call back, and it feels as if my life has become an infinite maze where every good possible checkpoint has been reached and passed.
Thought I had some good mates out here but my RL acquaintances are always busy and those online art guys I were telling you about ended up being not only creeps and psychopaths but pretentious and arrogant ones at that. But they would make the same claim of me so fuck it.
My last two projects went off the rails in big ways and I miss Daniel and Willie and our days of frightening the country nobodies with our antics. Let them know they can email me whenever they want but yea texts are a tad pricey and I understand.
I know a bloke a older man who lives just down the coast a bit name of Martin and he is about the only person from my last project I am still in contact with. Not wise maybe but he's to going maybe take visit to work on a side project.So I've got that much going until auditions start paying off.
Let Miranda know that she is not to give Angie her present until I am back. Don't know why I sent it so fuckin early but if she already gave it to her don't tell me and we can maybe play pretend or something. Tell them both I love em next chance you get. Same for mum and Stephen. Tell them I am very, home sick and stillplan to head over for Christmas and falling that some time shortly after the new Year.
I miss you all very much.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Jan 31, 2017 20:08:11 GMT -5
I know you don't like me emailing you. There's a good chance you don't even log in to this account now. But I need to know if my Bak Story video offended you in some way. Didn't think you'd mind. You freely offered up the story in your welcome message to me. It's a piece of an important point I have to make. I had to prod that nerve. Your reaction to it. . . seeing you on the other side of the glass for a change. . . people like us are curious by nature. You know this. It simply couldn't be helped.
I ask if you took offence because of the silence on your end. Nothing to say about my side project or the further appropriation of the Cuber Clique's personal details? Nothing at all? Stoicism is your MO, but this is overdoing it. Some guidance as we make our way to the end of this project is needed. Your mates have left me scrambling for plot. I suppose they're upset as well?
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You don't decide how this ends.
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I'm sorry, but fuck's sake, it can't go on forever. We only have nine videos. People are expecting resolution. We could use the Highwayman videos to maybe extend things? Maybe the Lusk set? See, problem there is they don't match up with the original set. It's thematically and aesthetically jarring.
You have to broaden your horizons if you want to spread your message. Truly great minds seldom linger on one work. That's what the splintering storyline I've been doing independently is about. Working new territories. A new project? A new storyline? Now those could make good use of your full collection.
You're a frontiersman, I have always admired that, but you've only mapped a tenth of what's out there!
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Never said it goes on forever. There is an ending I have in mind. You think, even hypothetically, I would send you my other properties? You think I'd hand you another part of my life's work just to see you dissect and desecrate it like you did to my final videos? They're forever tainted now. You will never collaborate with me again.
"Broaden your horizons"? You misunderstand me completely. This is one story, and it's more or less a true one. You and your inventions were to draw the audience in so that I could vet the promising and haunt the unremarkable. You strayed from the path, and now any potential followers are hopelessly lost.
All I see now is JOSEPH BRIGHT, JOSEPH BRIGHT, WHERE IS JOSEPH BRIGHT. This was never meant to be about one person. Do not try to hide your egotism with your metatextual philosophizing. The same goes for the breaching of the inner circle's personal information, regardless of how you applied or altered that information. You have an astonishing number of people wishing to see you dead.
I, on the other hand, am left only embarrassed by you.
You play dinner theater. I am the real thing.
I was sorely mistaken in thinking this partnership could work.
Goodbye.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Jan 28, 2017 0:08:39 GMT -5
<RatedY> My advice for you Joe: <CopperFist> yea? <RatedY> Drop your predecessor as a character. <RatedY> He doesn't like it. <CopperFist> pah <CopperFist> i know he'll always be favourite <CopperFist> but we all become characters don't we <RatedY> The final decision for him is at our benefactor's discretion. <RatedY> You've made his fate a plotline. That's unfair. <CopperFist> there's a point to be made here <RatedY> Yes? <CopperFist> we all get used up to continue the cycle <CopperFist> we're all as dead as johnny to him <CopperFist> or quinn <RatedY> We make our own choices. He has his trials and traps. That's by design. <CopperFist> and bambos too when this is over with <CopperFist> ain't sentiment keeping me here <RatedY> Little melodramatic. <RatedY> You were wrong about magic, you know. <CopperFist> maybe i just see it for what it is because he's not holding something over my head <CopperFist> like you and everyone else here <CopperFist> similar interests aside. . . stockholm syndrome <RatedY> I saw a great and true magic once. <CopperFist> i know mart <CopperFist> gotta go. others expecting me. have a good night *** CopperFist has left #************ <RatedY> But only once.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Jan 27, 2017 16:41:35 GMT -5
Hello.
I've been following the project for a while now. Love everything you (guys?) are doing, but I'm still a little bit hazy on what exactly this is. Is it an ARG or an art project or social experiment? I only ask because I was a part of an art collective until recently myself. We were mostly performance art, but I was part of our publicity team and fancy myself pretty handy with video editing and blogging and such.
If you or your crew have any interest, drop me a line at Copperfist@******** or check out my portfolio at *********.
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Any interest yet?
Hey there again. Not sure if you got my last message or not. Sure you were absolutely swimming in messages at the time, but now that things have sort of. . . imploded and interest is dwindling on UF and the boards here, couldn't help but wonder if you would reconsider my previous message:
[Body of original message copy and pasted verbatim]
If I'm speaking with Senor Bambos, let me assure you that this is salvageable. Or we could do a spin-off or new project if you'd like. Keep me in mind. Hope the day is finding you well.
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So sorry.
Very regrettable behaviour on my part. It was just frustrating to know I was so close to being brought within the circle. . . you must know that I admire you all very much. All the more after our chat last night. The discrepancies in my tale obviously show the lie of it all. There was no cruise ship and certainly no foul play I partook in. I can admit to that. Suppose you've sussed that all out already. But you must admit that my storytelling used more than an impressive amount of corroborating evidence and factual detail.
Something to keep in mind, yea?
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Approved.
After this, our correspondence must be via email. Are you using your CopperFist account still?
The religious and mythological elements are there to provide the supernatural backdrop required by some. That's half the answer and half the truth. I will ask you not to speak so low of Bambos or his narrative devices until further developments, and especially not when in Union discussion. You are not to speak of [Group 1] to [Group 2]. Be proud to even know of the former. Compartmentalization is key. The project requires parts functioning independently of one another. Communication breakdown enhances everything in what we do.
And as to your desire to completely void what has come before, let me assure you that there are such fantastical things in this world.
When I was twelve, I fell asleep on my school bus. My brother had stayed home sick that day. I awoke to find us in the middle of a rural road near a field I was unfamiliar with. Save the driver, I was completely alone. He sat in his seat, ashing his cigarette into one thermos and drinking from another. When I spoke up, he shouted at me for not staying awake, for not paying attention. He then, very urgently, asked me if I needed to use the bathroom. I did.
So I marched to a tree in the field, my driver following a good ten feet behind. I realized the field wasn't quite as expansive as it had seemed at first and ended on the crest of a hill. It appeared very steep back then, but I have seen it many times since, and it's not exactly an intimidating drop to the adult mind. Still, it seemed like a canyon at that moment.
And I realized that there was something profoundly wrong with this. I realized that the tree was terrifying and a place of poison. I realized that the driver should have remained on the bus. My heart and head felt like they were in a vise that squeezed tighter as the distance between the tree and I shortened. So as I finally neared it, I took off running. Not back to the bus. Over the hill. And I fell. Tumbling down dirt and rock and roots, I lost my breath, and the last memory of that day I have is of my brother standing over me. There was nothing in his eyes.
I awoke the next morning for school. There is no memory for the in between. My father and mother never spoke of me having been missing or hurt. My brother remained sick but ignorant of my experience. The driver did not so much as give me a second glance that morning. None of the other kids asked me what had happened after being left on the bus. No commentary on it at all, actually. My fear of the driver and buses in general remained, but it was numb with the grogginess that comes before a great awakening. One that would soon be hastened by other events in my life.
Did I dream it? A false memory? Am I dead? Did the bus careen off the road and hill that day? Did the driver kill me once I made it to the tree?
When I was fifteen, I returned to that place and confirmed its existence. A wooded area, thick with more benign trees, ending near the bottom of the hillside. A path leading up to the "field". One lone, dark tree near the edge. I spent much of my teenage years there, thinking about that mystery and others that would come.
This is what I want for people. You probably still don't understand, but in your capacity as my protege and brother, you will grow to learn the purpose of this. The reason we've all found each other.
Respond only once with confirmation of your active email. I will be initiating all contact exclusively from this point on.
Welcome, Joseph.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Jan 26, 2017 15:17:36 GMT -5
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Dec 30, 2016 20:49:35 GMT -5
[Ed. I have chosen which parts to keep and which parts to dispose of. Sometimes an edit will be marked and noted. Sometimes not. The same goes for omissions. And name alterations. Nothing here is certain. Isn't that the appeal? How will the weight feel when you realize what this is, audience?]
Here is a rough breakdown of his movements and the activities I've been able to establish per your request. Like I said before, this is not necessarily our guy. Once again, I must emphasize that there are several persons involved whose identities and actions may have become intertwined. Make of this what you will.
INDIANA
Scant details on ***'s childhood and adolescence other than the standard public documents previously provided. His brother died at the age of seven, when *** was twelve. The death naturally had a major impact on ***, and the rumors surrounding the child's death (neglect, abuse, claims of the boy being left outside in near blizzard conditions) exacerbated this distress. His brother had participated in all of ***'s "magic shows" in the capacity of an assistant. His aunt says that he placed the majority of his smaller props in his brother's coffin at the funeral, this somehow causing an altercation with his father. Other relatives could not recall this argument. It would be almost a year after his brother's death before he would consider performing again. A flyer advertising a family night at a local Burger Chef found in his mother's personal effects makes mention of his magic act. It is dated for [WITHHELD], the likely date of his father's abrupt abandonment of the family.
Numerous staff members, all retired, from [WITHHELD] remember *** being enthusiastic on only a few topics, namely psychology, telecommunications, and government. Despite this, *** does not seem to have been a member of any extracurricular programs, opting instead to spend his days walking The Trees [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] ...with students described as "outcasts".
There were numerous incidents involving friends in which staff suspected *** acted as a ringleader or Svengali figure, but no major, provable behavioral problems were recorded or remembered until his senior year. A dispute over a parking space led to what we would now think of as a harassment campaign against the other student involved. This student claims to have received a barrage of "implied" death threats from ***, including phone calls and letters. He claims to have received one stating "I have pulled disappearing acts before and will again. Do you want to know what's on the other side of the curtain, Ronnie?" The student has long since discarded the letter.
One staff member recalled these events, stating insufficient evidence of ***'s involvement and the abrupt end of the harassment made the school refrain from anything more than a cursory investigation.
OHIO
Upon graduating high school and with virtually no known financial assets to his name, *** left behind a doting mother and what few friends he had to move to Ohio. No records of employment or residency can be found for this time, though "Martin" claims to have been recounted a number of events from this time period. Upon investigating Martin's claims, two acquaintances were found in [WITHHELD] with recollections of ***.
This is where "Quentin Rigby" enters the picture and muddies everything.
An employee and friendly acquaintance who worked as a waitress at [WITHHELD] remembers Rigby and *** well and as separate individuals. She claims to have briefly dated Rigby and to have frequented The Tavern [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] on nights off with the two.
A mutual friend of hers, the other acquaintance, claims to have never have seen Rigby and *** together, though you already know later reports contradict the idea of them being the same person. This is simply his version of events, and he admits to his memory from that time being hazy.
Quentin and *** were very similar, physically. Slim builds, average heights, brownish-blond hair, blue eyes. *** would claim Rigby was his brother, while Rigby would tell others that they had been friends in Indiana. None of ***'s classmates, family, or teachers can recall anyone like Rigby. I could find no suitable individuals nationwide using this name. He just suddenly appears in Ohio with *** one summer. And the name, I believe, will change.
The waitress claims that Rigby and *** were traveling salesmen who had decided to settle down in the city, though she could not elaborate on what exactly the two sold with any certainty. She recalls that both owned a large number of books and journals and that *** claimed to have discovered a system of "legitimately" claiming others' unclaimed money using telephone networks. She could not elaborate further.
Her friend, on the other hand, claims that it was well known amongst the patrons of The Tavern that Rigby was a burglar and conman. He recounted one elaborate ruse in which Rigby would pose as a journalist or producer for NPR or PBS in order to gain access to homes, ostensibly for human interest stories. He would find reasons to wander the house with his intended mark, noting items of value, gleaning information about his victims' routines and schedule, telling the mark to expect a call, and returning weeks later to burglarize the premises.
The inherent risks of such a con eventually became obvious to Rigby. During a "pre-interview" with one woman, her husband, himself a retired producer for a local CBS affiliate, openly questioned Rigby's credentials and unorthodox behavior and method. Rigby would later publicly lament the idea as "very, very stupid" and told patrons at The Tavern that he had run, screaming uncontrollably, from the producer's home "like a bat out of hell."
Martin says that *** and Rigby had told him of the reporter con, though with one significant difference: It was a two man job. *** would pose as the journalist/producer with Rigby performing the burglary alone later. He also mentions that they did not only steal items of value, but that *** would deliberately seek out parents of deceased children. Photos of the children and any easily found documentation on them would be stolen during the burglary. By the time *** moved to the Bay Area [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD], he had amassed a sizable collection of personal documentation, the majority of which belonged to children who had passed.
The waitress and her friend say that Rigby and/or *** hit on hard times not long after this. Rigby would often borrow money from the waitress. Eventually owing her around $1,200, the duo disappeared in the autumn of [WITHHELD].
WYOMING
Martin would meet *** and "Johnny Pendleton" that winter. Martin was staying in Cheyenne for personal reasons which he would prefer not to disclose. Martin was living in The Motel [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD] that *** and Pendleton would live their first few months in Wyoming. They told him they were brothers and that they had finally moved to their "dream town", funded by an unexplained windfall. The three established a close friendship, all of them being outsiders in the small city. Several months after arriving, *** and Pendleton would rent a house in a rural area outside of Cheyenne. They invited Martin to move in with them. Initially skeptical, financial necessity caused him to relent, and he moved in with them that summer.
Things were quiet and comfortable at first. With *** and Pendleton unemployed and Martin being paid under the table to work odd hours as a cook at a local restaurant, the two outsiders would often stay up late and sleep throughout the day. Martin recalls the two were starting to seem visibly strained and anxious by the beginning of fall, with *** often pacing and demanding the others "do something funny, be fun". Around this time, *** also began corresponding with individuals from out of state, leaving for unexplained weekend trips (sometimes accompanied by Pendleton), and collecting and reading newspapers from around the country.
That winter, *** and Pendleton converted the home's basement into an office, telling Martin they were resuming work as "business consultants". He does not recall them advertising themselves in any way other than possible phone solicitations, but that winter, and this speaks volumes as this was a true Wyoming winter, he estimates no less than ten men appeared on their doorstep to speak with *** and Pendleton personally.
Martin knows the two kept a safe and a locked filing cabinet in the office. He does not know beyond a doubt what was in them, but later events in the Bay Area would lead him to believe they were birth certificates, passports, social security cards, driver's licenses, and other assorted documentation, both forged and genuine. There was also a collection of VHS tapes, though he claims to never have watched any of them.
Over a year after the start of the consultation venture, Martin came home from work to discover Pendleton back from a "business trip" having dinner with two women. The entire party seemed inebriated, with the women appearing notably somber. Assuming it was a double date and that *** was in the bathroom, Martin made a derisive comment about his friends' ability to have a good time, at which point, Pendleton angrily shouted that they were his daughters and further demanded that Martin leave for the night. Doubtful of the familial claim as they appeared somewhat similar in age but frightened by Pendleton's aggression and the women's strange and stoic reaction to it, Martin says he left for the night, sleeping out in his car on the side of a country road.
When he returned the following morning, Pendleton and the women were gone. Asking *** about the events of the previous night, he was told "I have no idea who you're talking about. It's just the two of us here."
At this point, Martin is reticent about the rest of his stay in Wyoming. He claims he moved back to California shortly afterward with minimal discussion between him and ***.
And here is the gap. A substantial one. There are no clues that I have yet to find regarding what *** was doing in this time. Pendleton, who I believe to also be Rigby, disappears completely. All we know is that some years later, in [WITHHELD], *** appeared on Martin's doorstep.
CALIFORNIA
Martin claims that ***'s arrival at his Bay Area home was completely unannounced. He simply appeared one day with three suitcases and no transportation. Martin's motives for taking him in seem unclear, but he has dropped hints that *** had some sort of leverage against him.
I'll shoot straight with you here: Martin is extremely quiet on anything concerning personal details about *** and certain, practical matters concerning their cohabitation. He says things in the tone of a frustrated, former housemate. It is what lies in these complaints that is interesting.
Sometime in the years they were apart, *** had developed an obsession with the Internet. He saw the growing network as a way to spread a philosophy he had cultivated over the years and which Martin claims he wrote three "theses" on. Martin read one thesis but was never given any copies to keep.
The thesis was largely rambling and incoherent. Martin either couldn't or wouldn't describe its contents in detail, only saying that it was "a call for the creation of misery in the name of mystery" and "depressing... makes you feel guilty to read. I'm probably blanking on it on purpose, like subconsciously."
Martin recalls that *** would leave the house for hours at a time with no explanation as to where he had gone or why. He bought several computers and an unlocked filing cabinet he kept in his room. Martin went through the filing cabinet during one of ***'s outings and found the previously mentioned collection of documentation, including birth certificates, social security cards, and obituaries for numerous children who had died in Ohio [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD].
Tensions growing, *** would intentionally intimidate Martin in a number of ways. He would frequently hint at the possibility that he had killed people, boast of his intelligence and fearlessness, and on one occasion, removed every lightbulb from the house, causing Martin, returning home from a late night cycling, to stumble in the dark until he had found a flashlight. Turning it on, he saw *** standing directly in front of him, smiling silently. *** then ran to his bedroom, slammed the door shut, and began laughing ceaselessly.
Not long after this last incident, Martin finally demanded *** to seek help or move out.
He was awakened that night by either a car pulling into his driveway or *** sitting on his bed. When *** noticed Martin was awake, he quietly said, "Follow me." He then guided Martin out to the driveway where a tan sedan was idling. The driver wore a "hobo mask" and remained silent as they drove to A Neighborhood [FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]. Circling the neighborhood once, they eventually parked alongside a street and walked about four houses down. Instructing him and the driver to crouch and follow, quietly, the trio made their way around the back of the house. *** then found a window, made a small X on its frame with a permanent marker, and asked Martin who was inside.
Martin did not know. *** asked him to look closely, though the blinds were closed. Pointing at Martin's reflection, *** whispered, "It's you." He then placed the cap back on the marker and quietly said "We're done now." The three walked back to the car, but Martin was not allowed in. Left in the neighborhood, Martin made his way to a convenience store and used their pay phone to call a cab.
When he returned home, *** was gone, and his room was empty.
MANITOBA
This one took a little bit of luck and a lot of digging. You mentioned he may have been in Canada within the past two decades, and I was able to find one case involving either him or Rigby/Pendleton.
[FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]
The trucker had been the subject of a lot of gossip within the town concerning a liaison between him and a younger woman that allegedly turned violent. Fearing reprisal from her family while out of town on work, he asked his friend, a neighbor, to keep an eye on his home.
Noticing the lights were on inside the house one night, his neighbor immediately called the police. The authorities arrived to find the intruder writing something in the kitchen. He was initially polite and accommodating, explaining that he was The Trucker's [FURTER INFORMATION WITHHELD] half-brother and that he had been asked to look after the house while his brother was away. He calmly told the police that his brother would actually be calling him to check in while at a stop in Yellowknife and that they were free to wait with him for the call.
Asking for identification, the intruder took out his wallet. In producing one ID, with the name of "Remy Jackson", a second ID issued in Wyoming became visible within the wallet's mesh. A sharp eyed officer noticed the Wyoming ID and asked to see it as well. The man calmly took out the second ID. It had a different name, and the man in the picture looked similar but not identical to the intruder. The name on this second ID was ***. Explaining that he had been holding on to the ID for a friend who had lost it and was driving back to the house to pick it up before leaving for the States, the police acquiesced to the plan of waiting for his "brother" to call and his friend to arrive. Thirty minutes later, the intruder asked to use the bathroom.
Normally in this sort of situation, an officer will check out the bathroom first and/or wait outside, but a number of bad calls were made that night, and the intruder was allowed to use the bathroom alone and unchecked
Not long after, the neighbors who had called the police, were sitting in their backyard, presumably eavesdropping or waiting out the events next door. Their conversation was interrupted as they saw a man crawling quickly along the ground behind the Trucker's house, moving away from the neighborhood. He turned back once to look at them, and as he did, he let out a silent but anguished looking scream. Upon realizing what was happening, they ran to the house, alerting the officers of the intruder's escape. He had left the sink running, and they had failed to hear the window opening.
The paper he had been writing on has since been lost. Its contents aren't recorded. No trace of the intruder was found.
There are two possibilities here. This was either Rigby/Pendleton or ***. With the amount of subterfuge these two subject themselves and others to, it's hard to say. It did take a lot of work to find this information, and the possibility of it being *** is decent. I figured you'd want to know.
[LOCATION WITHHELD]
[BAMBOS] seems to think he has not actually encountered *** in person. I have reason to doubt that.
Bambos claims he has been stalked online and over the phone by *** since the conclusion of their project, but it took some time before he realized who I was talking about. Apparently, he never knew *** by name. I know this is the part of everything you're most familiar with, but I thought maybe you didn't know this: I believe, for a brief period of time, Bambos and either Rigby or *** lived in the same apartment complex.
Bambos says a little over a year after he moved in, an "older man" moved in across the hall, three doors down. Up until about a month before this new tenant moved in, Bambos had been receiving harassing emails and calls nonstop. They ended with no real resolution, and the timing of the new tenant's arrival seemed suspect. Bambos conceded that between his forums accounts, emails to ***, phone number, and involvement on the project, it would have been possible for someone to deduce his identity and location.
The man kept running into Bambos in the parking lot and hall, at all hours of the day. The man would make constant, unsuccessful attempts at small talk. His voice seemed familiar to Bambos, but it didn't seem to completely match the voice on the calls he had recorded. Still, he appeared to be watching and waiting for Bambos. Eventually Bambos had a paranoid breakdown and began screaming at the man in their hallway. The two talked with a neighbor mediating, and while he wouldn't give specifics, he did say the conversation eased his suspicions. Bambos later moved out for unrelated reasons.
There's just one thing I wanted to get in to here.
I talked to the landlady. Not long after Bambos moved out, the older man was caught "tampering" with the hallway's smoke detector in the middle of the night. He made up a story about wanting to test it, all the while holding the disassembled detector in his hands. The landlady let it slide. He was caught on a separate occasion, by the same tenant who had initially caught him with the smoke detector, trying jimmy his way into Bambos' old apartment. He told them he had drank a little too much, lost his keys, and gotten confused about which apartment was his. They let it slide again. A week after that, the tenant who had reported him woke with him in her room, sitting on her bed. He told her that he was going to go, but that he had left her a gift. He told her that he was a nightmare. He told her that she needed to go back to sleep.
She lay still until he left. She spoke of it once, the next day, to the landlady. She begged for the police not to be called and aggressively denied that any sort of gift had actually been left. The landlady and a maintenance worker went to the man's apartment, knocked, waited a while, and eventually realized they should check the parking lot. His car was gone. When they entered the apartment, it was empty.
Bambos is not comfortable revealing his current location, and as per your instructions, I have not informed him of the other developments.
[FURTHER INFORMATION WITHHELD]
There's a lot of interesting things going on with this guy. You so sure you want to write a book about just an art project? Haha. Either way, hope it's going well. Let me know what you'll be needing next.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Dec 21, 2016 19:38:11 GMT -5
I think the most major issue lie in him trusting anyone enough to present the matieral as he intended it to be presented. Especially after the first derailment of his propaganda push and the later edits to his videos. I don't know. He keeps himself at a remove. I suppose that might imply him being naturally distrustful, but when he does trust someone, he can be almost wondrously naive. We warned him about Bambos and Viral Detector, but he had invested too much one-on-one time with them to drop them. He still clings to them. Someone is going to be hurt.
333-77-9-412-17-2002-1996
The prophecy is a book and that book is in a hole and that hole is filled with piss and that piss belongs to "Bright" and he is smiling because the old book is gone and his is the new and our benefactor has receded impotently into the shadows. What else is new?
333-77-56-1984-240
This prose is terrible, and the legality of distributing the .pdf itself is... questionable? It would prolly get you on a watch list. No mythos here either... I vote we leave it off the boards.
>Yeah because we're absolutely hurting for more mythology shit right now. Post it.
>>If our benefactor was thinking clearly, he would not want to open us up to further investigation by legitimate police authorities. Like I said, it's not that I necessarily know the legality of the whole thing, but it seems troubling to say the least. Do you want to incite violence? How would you feel if a player did indeed "make a murder happen"?
>>>it's not directive and it's not a ritual for the game.it is simply a way a person could theoretically pull off these acts and get away with it but none of it is anything new to someone who's familiar with true crime.this isn't the anarchist's cookbook.father wants it and we need more found documents NOT MYTHOS.i vote post.
>>>>It's shelved. Fuck voting. Posting this would be unfathomably irresponsible. This conversation is over.
333-77-2004-2001-211-2-2
He's hijacked phone lines, broadcasts, and I'm sure a good twenty years ago, he could've kicked up a hell of a storm on Usenet or something. He is unrelentingly unpleasant. He understands the fundamentals of video editing. That is it. That's the extent of his talents. He talks about viral content like my dad does. Do you really believe half the shit he says? Guarantee you he's BPD or something.
And if not, so fucking what? The Age of the Serial Killer is dead, baby.
333-77-435-688-1974-1976
No mystery here. This has been engineered well enough to function in the right hands. The operators are flawed. My requests have been ignored. This was mine. Do you know how close I am to you right now? Do you know I can see you through the dark? Can you make it to the light switch before I have your neck in my hands?
You won't see my face.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Dec 9, 2016 17:42:15 GMT -5
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Jan 13, 2013 1:36:41 GMT -5
the children awoke that year
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on May 26, 2009 23:27:06 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4KtFys1kCEIt's Bright. Hurt. Here. You need to see this. Watch it. Remember it. The most elaborate one. Took me so long to find. It's taught me something. Names. There are names I know now. Robert and Alexandria Franklin. Recluse Wyoming Remember those names. No matter what anyone tells you, it doesn't end here. I'm beginning to doubt it ever ends. I will be back. Just need to rest a while. Don't believe what they tell you - and KEEP THAT LINK SAVE THAT VIDEO
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 16:41:14 GMT -5
You have come here to drum up support for your side. You seem like a logical being and because of this you must understand that we are, like all people, able to be tricked and have to base our choices on reason and logic. It is because of this that we need more some good faith proof of your sides intent. We can not take you in good faith because we have been burned by children, beings and embodiments before. I understand that you may be withholding details to save yourself, but surely you can give us some proof as to why we should listen to you. theembodiment shall back me up later, but i'll try and prove myself now. i have not really asked you to do anything. i have given you advice on fighting and a few warnings, but i have said nothing that could potentially lead you into a trap. whether you're at home or somewhere outside, you will be attacked tomorrow if you have already been targeted. i can do nothing but warn you. what sort of plan could false warnings be apart of? why would i get you all prepared and aware of a threat that doesn't exist? i'm not distracting you from anything. i'm not telling you to do anything. i can understand people having a hard time trusting me. i will also tell you this: you may very well know the name of the figure behind the union schism by tomorrow night
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 16:26:20 GMT -5
let's say that my job, my purpose, is dependent on the continued existence of this world, and i will not allow myself to be lied to and tricked. this group paranoia has gathered is just one of many that will combat any serious threats. i have been trying to advise many on my "side" for some time. it was simply your turn. the night that follows this one will be a living hell for many of you. the superstitiousness in some humans will act as a vulnerability, making many humans targets for those who are working against the Everything. it will be a miserable night - one of many dark revelations. if you find yourself... victimized on this next night, you will know the true meaning of darkness. and then you will know Nothing. So, is that to say our would-be agressors are human as well, or something altogether more...not human. Also, if the latter, would we be able to fight back? Or did you use the word "victimized" with the express intent of telling us we'd just be made examples of? you all have amassed such a large number of enemies that it took me a bit to get this all down. if maraino launches an attack, expect the shadows, human followers, and a decent chance of falling ill. if aediastikos attacks, expect anything from vengeful spirits of the deformed and crippled, Children, and humans who may follow him. If the splinter union attacks, expect anything. bizarre weather, disease, psychosis, dangerous creatures, and anything else you wouldn't want to encounter. there's a chance that the thing leading them will come after you, though it's somewhat slight. he is the one who carries the darkness. he is the one who cannot be beaten alone (if he can be beaten at all). you may be able to fight off attackers, but there's an equal chance of you failing. there's a possibility that these groups will try to lay low and attack when least expected. still, tomorrow gives a lot of groups a good opportunity to eliminate unwanted humans. i'm not sure that's an offer a lot of them can pass up.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 16:16:50 GMT -5
Ah. So, what your trying to say is thinking of nothing would be like a blind person imagining the color purple? We have no past context and can not know what we have not experienced. precisely.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 16:11:55 GMT -5
Thanks everyone What I was trying to say/ask last post was if "thinking about" just thinking about the Everything and the Nothing in and of itself wouldn't just "thinking about the Everything & the Nothing" make THAT a tangiable scenario. you would have to be able to truly think of "Nothing" for this to work to its fullest extent.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 16:01:49 GMT -5
I won't ask Who you are because I'm guessing I'll get a run around to the tune of " we can not understand who you are because...ect". Instead I'll ask how you figure into what's going on? Who do you work for? Also, why do you need us to turn on the light? Are we the light? Are you using dark in this analogy to equal nothing? let's say that my job, my purpose, is dependent on the continued existence of this world, and i will not allow myself to be lied to and tricked. this group paranoia has gathered is just one of many that will combat any serious threats. i have been trying to advise many on my "side" for some time. it was simply your turn. the night that follows this one will be a living hell for many of you. the superstitiousness in some humans will act as a vulnerability, making many humans targets for those who are working against the Everything. it will be a miserable night - one of many dark revelations. if you find yourself... victimized on this next night, you will know the true meaning of darkness. and then you will know Nothing.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 15:49:01 GMT -5
Even if something is intangible, I'd still say it exists. So the Everything. Are you saying that by even fathoming something/anything as being intangiable, it would automatically make it part of the Everything because some sort of forethought went into it? But on the same token, wouldn't any kind of thought process/creation make whatever you want intangiable become tangiable because it would make sense at least to the person who thought/created the scenario? Is there really such a things as "intangiable?" not really, though i understand that can be a hard concept to grasp. and as for imagining things that may exist within the Nothing... i am almost positive that is an impossible feat.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 15:47:01 GMT -5
the good news is that you still have plenty of time to prepare to fight. that's about it.
the embodiment should return by tomorrow.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Apr 12, 2007 15:30:01 GMT -5
If there is only the Nothing & the Everything, where does the Intangiable lie? very few understand the true nature of the Nothing. There are objects within the nothing, but they do not exist in the way we typically think of existence. i am doubtful even the most loosest definition of the word "object" could be used to properly describe them in this world. close enough, though. but the intangible things you are thinking of most likely lie within the realm of the Everything. e: hmm... the admin doesn't seem to be any different than the moderators except i can view the security logs hold on - i'm gonna try out the global mods
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 21, 2007 16:40:11 GMT -5
For the first question, I can only say perhaps. There is a very minute chance the book has been bought, but I doubt anyone without the proper item could find it or understand its importance.
I have been recommended not to give out any definite answers by my most honored guest. However, I can tell you that chances are higher of the video being traded before the last CubeCon.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 21, 2007 16:21:48 GMT -5
Pembry: Well, the book sounds great but-
Wilson: Let me tell you something.
Pembry: Yeah?
Wilson: That video you have. It's nothing. This is... this is the best deal you're going to get.
Pembry: You know, I just... I wasn't really looking to sell it. It was actually pretty cheap. I'm sure you could get-
Wilson: Just three.
Pembry: Oh. Right.
Wilson: It'll make you better, you know. Giving it away.
Pembry: [dismissive laugh] I don't know about that...
[Wilson incoherent]
Pembry: Well, that's [incoherent word] outside [incoherent word].
[Heavy Static drowns out sound completely]
Wilson: -people will see. They don't have to. No one has to know.
Pembry: There's other people. I don't think they have the videos.
Wilson: Well, no. I never said it was necessary.
[Static]
Pembry: -show up. I was like "whoa!" [laughs quietly]
Wilson: Some folks have weird strokes, I guess.
Pembry: Well-
Wilson: No offense.
Pembry: Well, I feel I'm playing a heavy part in all of this. I'd hate to [incoherent].
Wilson: And I understand that, but you have to realize that in order to get things moving, other people are going to have to see it.
Pembry: Is the book legible?
Wilson: Depends.
Pembry: Uh...
Wilson: Well [incoherent] is going to change. Little changes. I can read it now, but [incoherent]
[Static]
Pembry: I'll think about it.
Wilson: Alright.
Pembry: Call me... call me back Thursday.
Wilson: No problem.
Pembry: I just worry about these things sometimes and-
Wilson: Listen, man. Listen.
Pembry: Yeah?
Wilson: We all do.
Pembry: Hmm.
Wilson: I'll talk to you later, then?
Pembry: Alright. Bye.
Wilson: Bye.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 20, 2007 22:40:48 GMT -5
I am also no longer allowed to post under my own moniker on this board. Much like with GMiller, I take the name of the former owner.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Feb 20, 2007 22:39:55 GMT -5
As you may have noticed, there is a new member observing us. He is here to make sure that I am working efficiently and to examine all Children chosen to observe. It has also been discovered I've been answering questions that do not accompany videos, so I am even more grateful for my Master's mercy.
Do not try and contact the observer.
More Children will arrive tomorrow. One will replace fifteen. The others are here because of the increase in the project's population.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Sept 5, 2004 13:50:19 GMT -5
(Locked until tomorrow to discourage those who check HAND before GCB not to post) This is the official call-out thread. Got someone you want to specifically choose for cubing for CC05? Call them out here.
Childish and offensive insults are not only allowed, but encouraged.
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Sept 5, 2004 13:39:17 GMT -5
We've had some difficulty with flamers and the like, and we're also trying to test out some stuff (custom emoticons, perhaps?) so even though most of you already know this: NO POSTING UNTIL MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 6th! And also, don't panic if posting is delayed until Tuesday. We're all pretty busy. P.S. No joining either, sorry regulars that haven't joined up yet, but you should've rejoined sooner!
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Aug 29, 2004 11:50:21 GMT -5
I don't think we've ever been to an amusement park, but I'm not sure if any of those cities have one...
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Post by Jack Q. Pembry on Aug 29, 2004 11:17:08 GMT -5
CC05 will be either taking place in Indiana or Tennessee. In Indiana we have the city of Indianapolis and Tennessee has Nashville/Knoxville/Memphis (we can't go to all three, remember this).
I hear Indianapolis has a pretty kickass mall and theatre among some other attractions (I've heard of Block Party, a huge fucking arcade in Indy) and I don't know too much of any of the cities in Tennessee (any Tennessee visitors or residents care to give some ideas) but assuming the cities have the same sort of attractions, what would you guys want to do?
Visiting a large arcade is definitely on the menu as is a shopping spree, but I'm looking for something we haven't done in a CubeCon before. And remember, this is for relaxation before and after CC, we don't need something that's just going to be like cubing or stressful.
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