My Boss

[iliketofix]

You have heard stories from those who Curse-blessed. Now you shall hear the story of a man very important to my plans.


My Master is the third youngest of his brothers. He is known as the Muse of Insanity, Paranoia, Irrational Fear. He is a Muse of stories detailing forbidden knowledge, the unknown, the mentally unstable. He is the one who stalked Lovecraft. He is the one who whispered to Crowley. He is the one who intentionally revealed the Failed Plan to Manson. He is my Master.

I am not alone. He has so many children. They wear his eyes so that they may see the world as he does: in dark and obscure shades. He is completely colorblind. His children share this trait as well. They follow the living. They hide in shadows, they wear the skin of the dead, they blend in. You'll never notice them unless they want you to. They only wish to terrify. Their only joy comes from feeding.

Master sees the world changing. Sees humans become weaker, become easier to scare, and yet, he finds himself weaker. He weakens with humanity. Some of his brothers are equally weakened, but others are strengthened. There is talk of another schism in the family.

He has not spoken to his sisters since a funeral more than ten years ago. You were there.

He has a plan to make himself strong again, and it's too good to fail. He will succeed. Mankind will not fall. It will be reshaped into an image more appropriate for the most Unholiest of Muses.

[esteed]

Give him my compliments for Lovecraft. I'm a bit of a fan.

As far as the funeral goes...you say we were there. Or do you mean specifically one of us? Or is the funeral more metaphorical, as in the death of a concept or idea?

[slyfingers]

So you are the bringer of fear, the purveryor of paranoia, the instigator of insanity?

Fear is the mindkiller.
Paranoia is sometimes the subconcious warning us.

I have dealt with insanity in my life. Mostly, it is something to be dealt with, but rarely it is an old friend I visit when I need a moment of comfort.

Am I Curse-blessed? I do not know the answer to that. Are my fears part of your plans? Perhaps.

But remember: The best laid plans of mice and Men, often go awry. As for Muses and Gods, I know not.

[Killian]

Well said.

"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
-- Frank Herbert

"What we fear comes to pass more speedily than what we hope."

-- Publilius Syrus

"The most dangerous person is the fearful; he is the most to be feared."

-- Lidwig Borne

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[alexuntil]

Take a bite. Chew slowly. Don't swally yet. Ten time on each side. Feel it come to pieces in your mouth. Reduce it. Know the function of your teeth. Remember that they are weapons as much as toold, like the stone axe of your ancestors.

now swallow. Feel it move donw your throat. It oozes. If becomes part of you.