"I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up into their arm the way you lifted others into yours"
Two steps ahead. I am always two steps ahead. This has been the greatest social experiment I’ve come to know. Certainly the greatest social experiment of my entire life. It’s alluring, it’s compelling, it’s gripping, to bear witness, to observe all these unwell, unbalanced disoriented beings roam the internet in search of stories. In search of ideas, of conflict, of rivalries. Where people develop a distinctive desire for direct engagement. Where people feel involved with the stories, and therefore become product of influence. Thirsty from distraction, from time unspent, from lackluster lifestyles. Spoiling their minds while stimulating them at the exact same time. It’s brilliant, but it’s also dangerous. It’s dangerous. I feel as if my life has been positioned to where I’m monitoring ants on an ant farm. One follows another, follows another, follows another. It’s mesmerizing, it’s enthralling, it’s spellbinding. Just look at all these consumers. All of these lost and bored people. Consuming anything that they’re told to consume. I am, the villain, if I make myself one. And people will consume these stories year, after year, after year. Stories that shock, that confuse. Stories that are deliberately made to blur the boundaries between fact and fiction. Stories that permeate, infect, and linger in the minds of the ants. Influence the ants. Brainwash the ants. You, are the ant. I woke up this morning to money deposited into my account for simply not doing something. For simply not going through with something. People are the most fucked up creatures on this planet. And you will continue to consume. And I’ll continue to be two steps ahead. Today I thought it would be a splendid idea to go out and get some food, and film it for you. Gee are you surprised? Have you forgotten the story? Are you not paying attention? After all, you’re here to consume, are you not?
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
This is where the Series ends IMO. Theres no UCN, No SB, No Help Wanted. Henry finally manages to gather them all in one Place and so ue burns them all to the ground. Thats it. The rest are just additional content
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us.
Connection terminated. I’m sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit; a maze with no prize. You don’t even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near… yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that’s… not what you want. I have a feeling that you are… right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors- be still, and give up your spirits. They don’t belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm. Waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you. The darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole… So, don’t keep the Devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It’s in your nature to protect the innocent. I’m sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should’ve known you wouldn’t be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn’t save you then, so let me save you now. It is time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
two steps ahead, i am always two steps ahead. this has been the greatest social experiment i’ve come to known, certainly the greatest social experiment of my current life. its alluring, its compelling, its gripping. to bear witness, to observe all of these unwell, unbalanced, disoriented beings roam the internet in search of stories, in search of ideas, of conflicts, of rivalries. where people develop a distinctive desire for direct engagement. where people feel involved with the stories and therefore become product of influence. thirsty for distraction. from time unspent from lackluster lifestyles, spoiling their minds while stimulating them at the exact same time. its brilliant, but its also dangerous. its dangerous. i feel as if my life has been positioned to where im monitoring ants on an ant farm. one follows another, follows another, follows another. its mesmerizing, its enthralling, its spellbinding. just look at all these consumers, all of these lost and bored people consuming anything that they’re told to consume. i am the villain if i make myself on, and people will consume these stories year, after year, after year. stories that, stories that shock, that confuse, stories that are deliberately made to blur the boundaries between fact and fiction. stories that permeate, infect, and linger in the minds of the ants. influence the ants, brainwash the ants. you are the ant. i woke up this morning to money deposited into my account for simply not doing something, for simply not going through with something. people are the most fucked up creatures on this planet, and you will continue to consume and ill continue to be two steps ahead. today i thought it would be a splendid idea to go out and get some food and film it for you. gee, are you surprised? have you forgotten this story? are you not paying attention? after all, you’re here to consume, or are you not?
Connection terminated. I am sorry to interrupt you Kelogish. If you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here but the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sound and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit; a maze with no prize. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children and some unseen chamber always seeming so near... yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, the community, who somehow found this channel not intended for you. Although there wasa way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's... not what you want. I have a feeling that you are... right where you want to be. am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this will finally fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you kelogish trapped in the coridors- be still, and give up your spirit. It doesn't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole... don't keep the devil waiting, kelogish. The community, if you can hear me, I knew you Would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were tricked and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? should've known you wouldn't be content to disappear.. couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It is time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us.
**Connection terminated.** I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near. It's somehow out of reach. But, you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then. So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms... This ends. For all of us. **End communication.**
