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[ilovetofix]

There was man once. When he was young, he could never figure out what it was that made people act the way they did. He didn't understand how to function socially. He was lost. He was very, very sad. He only wanted to be happy. Don't we all?

He watched others. He learned to act like everyone else. Over time, he seemed almost normal. He could never fulfill the emptiness inside him. He was different. He was very, very different. Soon, his sadness changed to anger. He grew uncomfortable with people. The more he would talk to someone, the more he would pick apart their worst attributes. He realized how much better off he was. He slowly began to believe that he was like everyone else. He believed that everyone observed one another to become normal. He believed that everyone had the urges he did. However, he was honest with himself, and for this, he was superior.

He traveled around a bit. Sometimes he thought about doing things. Bad things. Traveling managed to keep him content. Traveling made him feel... like he was doing something with himself. He loved isolated areas. He loved the feeling that he was akin to pioneers. He loved being alone. If he had loved it as much as he hated it, perhaps things would have developed differently.

On one of his travels, he was approached by a man who spoke of things that appealed to him. He bought what the man was selling.

It was a video. Less than a minute long, consisting of black and white footage and strange music. It was not incredibly complex. It did not look difficult to replicate. It was just bizarre. He watched it over and over. The beginning tune began to get stuck in his head. Over time, he began to feel more confident. He began to feel like he could really be somebody.

He established personas all over the internet. He wanted to be noticed. Sadly, he was seen as average by everyone else. His social ignorance blinded him from seeing what it really takes to be unique.

And one day, he could see. Oh, he'd take them to his little tool shed. He'd make them suffer. He'd make them hurt. He reasoned to himself that he only did what everyone else wanted to do. He was completely normal, and his hobby was the most righteous.

He began to meet others. Soon, they had a community. That's when things got very strange for him.

This story shall be continued later. There are hints here that you need to read. There are people you need to investigate deeper. You have had the ability to do this all along, but I figured I could help you a bit.

[khomeini]

And this is how the cubist began?

[megadoom]

this is About Jack?

[suburbanbarbarian]

No doubt this points us in the direction of Pembry.

[mattthew]

hmmm
it does sound like jack, but who knows for sure..maybe another figure of mystery?

[palidor42]

You've told us about a favorite song of yours before. Are you partial to the song "Stairway to Heaven"?

[konstantinos]

palidor42 said:

You've told us about a favorite song of yours before. Are you partial to the song "Stairway to Heaven"?

So I'm not alone in that thought.

[shutaro]

I wonder if squeedleklotch and Pembry are the same person...

[ilovetofix]

palidor42 said:

You've told us about a favorite song of yours before. Are you partial to the song "Stairway to Heaven"?

I only find the song to be okay, but a few lyrics are relevant to what may be going on.

[ilovetofix]

shutaro said:

I wonder if squeedleklotch and Pembry are the same person...

Squeedleklotch's Livejournal is fictitious. It is a fictional project Pembry was working on.

[Idiot]

this is stupid you're stupid

[ravingmad]

ilovetofix said:

shutaro said:

I wonder if squeedleklotch and Pembry are the same person...

Squeedleklotch's Livejournal is fictitious. It is a fictional project Pembry was working on.

Is Holger Devanky similarly fictitious?

[ilovetofix]

The man started a community for people like him. People who killed for sport, for fame, for whatever. Their message board had to utilize all sorts of codes to keep under police radar. Someone who stumbled upon the site would, at most, find it odd. You may think it is too creepy to ignore now. That is the work of my predecessor, who removed many filters after taking this place over.

For a while, the man was happy. He had a whole group of friends just like him. Alas, like many he had known before them, he began to pick at all the things he didn't like about them. He soon realized how much he had in common with them. He was disgusted.

He tried to find ways to stay away from them, but he had given too much of him away to them. One member, a moderator, had even met him in person before any of the "CubeCons". If he turned his back on them, he could never continue his life without constantly looking over his shoulders. He was afraid for the first time in a long time.

Soon, he began to realize how wrong things were. Cubing became a disgusting act to him, but he was bound to the community by fear. He planned the last CubeCon, praying that he could destroy the others. He just wanted a normal life. He started writing a pseudo-autobiography. A story of half-truths about his life. He posted a version of it over Livejournal.

Not long after this, he was contacted by a man named Wilson. Wilson had tracked him down and wanted to make a trade. A very special book for the man's video. In the end, it did not take much to convince him. He made the trade.

The book is now lost, its last known whereabouts in Lebanon, IN. It can be remade.

Back to the story. The man read the book over and over. In the end, he realized how he could escape from the very community he created. He knew what had to be done for him to be almost normal again.

He shut the forums down claiming "technical" issues. He contacted each member asking for personal information to contact them if the message board were to go down entirely for some reason or another. He would send them information about the next CubeCon if they did so.

After this, he tracked them down and killed all of of the members who had responded. Most of the time, he managed to successfully make it look like an accident. He killed his closest friend, the one who used the moniker Mr. Radical, last.

Only two members never responded to him. Other members were in prison at the time. They did not know as much about him.

Afterwards, he felt as if he had retired from the hardest job of all time. He sold the book to a rare bookstore in the most isolated town he could find near him. He had almost two years of relaxation... and then he discovered the other videos were resurfacing.

This is where our story picks up.

Now, some of the dates may be a little off. I have not been following this as it was iliketofix who was the most heavily involved with it all.

[ilovetofix]

grady said:

this is stupid you're stupid

Goodbye.

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[painteroflight]

were you and iliketofix the two survivors?

[ilovetofix]

No.

[komradeocelot]

Are the two survivors still relevant? A looming threat?

[ilovetofix]

komradeocelot said:

Are the two survivors still relevant? A looming threat?

When iliketofix took over Pembry's account, he told the Observer that a couple of members had been sending Pembry messages about once a month for awhile, then every other month, and then every few months. For some reason, Pembry never deleted the messages or banned the two. I figure he either wasn't checking in on the forums at all, or he wanted to create the illusion that he had disappeared.

In his stupidity, iliketofix deleted the messages.

I do know who it was who contacted Pembry. Members by the name of ManosUK2004 and DoctorManhattan.

If they were to come across this website again, it would be very awkward.

[mentok]

akward because of premby?

[mentok]

premby being around here i mean

[ilovetofix]

Pembry is gone now. He lost.

What I meant was, it would be awkward for them to find out what this website now revolves around.

It used to be so... quaint.

[kitrona]

So they knew about you and what you're doing, whatever that is?

Would they understand what's going on?

[ilovetofix]

They know nothing of what is currently going on.

[kitrona]

*nods* Thank you.

You are very patient.

[furikku]

Huh.

I can see a lot of myself in this story. Except I could never turn to killing to elevate myself. It sounds like this guy never found the right route to interacting with the world...

[acro]

Are all the moderators and whatnot on this board one person? Are you making this mystery so you can pick us all off one by one?

[mentok]

ilovetofix said:

Pembry is gone now. He lost.

What I meant was, it would be awkward for them to find out what this website now revolves around.

It used to be so... quaint.

would they know anything about this or would this be new to them?

[popejaimie]

mentok said:

ilovetofix said:

Pembry is gone now. He lost.

What I meant was, it would be awkward for them to find out what this website now revolves around.

It used to be so... quaint.

would they know anything about this or would this be new to them?

ilovetofix said:

They know nothing of what is currently going on.

Is that what you're asking?

[mentok]

popejaimie said:

mentok said:

would they know anything about this or would this be new to them?

ilovetofix said:

They know nothing of what is currently going on.

Is that what you're asking?

well look at that. yea, that was what i was asking.

[cyberus]

I'm going to post my speculation of the meaning of the song Stairway to heaven. If at all possible, I'd appreciate some feedback, ilovetofix.

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

This is speaking of Calliope, who wants to push the human race to it's peak of knowledge, she thinks highly of humans and is possibly slightly oblivious to their flaws. The word heaven is substitue for 'paradise.'

And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

She(Calliope) knows that if she's met with despondance from us humans, she can use her powers of influence to get what she wants.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

She(Calliope) sees signs of the union of dark muses(Paranoia and two unknown muses) trying to ruin her work. Words having two meanings is a direct reference to duality. For example the word 'evil' automatically infers that there is a definiton of 'good' to stand opposite it. The songbird's words say that Calliope may not be right in her ideas.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

The reference to looking to the west, I don't get. However, the reference to hearing voices of those who stand looking implies the children, or the observers.

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter
And it makes me wonder

If we all heed Paranoia's warnings, and listen to him, he will lead us to reason(that we can't reach the epoch of our civilization, because it will cause stagnation.) A new day will dawn(Paranoia will rise as a bold power among the muses.) The last two lines are open for speculation.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

Some veiled reference to Calliope trying to change people, but not to be alarmed, because her plan will fail.

Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

The paths of Calliope and Paranoia. Even though Calliope has a head-start on her work, it will be easy enough for Paranoia to influence us away.

Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

Something is poking at the back of your head, begging you to listen. At first you don't but soon you will succumb to the Paranoia. Dear lady(Calliope) your plan is falling apart, it's in tatters blowing away in the wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls

The shadows will overcome

There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

Calliope will try once again to sway us, but we will at last realize what path we must choose, when everyone is in tune with Paranoia, no one will roll with Calliope.

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for

And she's buying a stairway to heaven, uh uh uh.

Muses are immortal. She's bound to try again.[/quote]