http://disillusionists.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] disillusionists.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowl2011-08-14 02:13 pm
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☠ nine [translated from eldritch]

Hello, Network.
Why don't you tell me about your monsters?
Whether they're real, fictional, or people so horrifying that they're considered monstrosities.


( encrypted to norman osborn )

Hi.
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because i suck probably :(

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
There is danger even in searching these things out from a distance. Some things man is not meant to know.

I could tell you of things beyond the most morbid imagination. But my story may prove more trouble than it's worth to you.

SHH I'M FIXING IT

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Then from here, it's a question only of which of my fiends you want to hear about first.

ignore how much this sucks balls pls

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Most frequent were the Gatherers. Once they were men. Now these damned souls have become anything but. The sounds they make are -- beyond my description, the most horrible kinds of grunts and gargles from throats no longer used to human speech. The mere sight of them is enough to turn the stomach. Barely held together by string, flesh hanging limply, as though something inside yearns to break free of its human prison! Mouths hang distended uselessly from their bones, molded into an eternal scream. I heard their cries as they changed, their bodies contorting against their will. They no longer even possess hands, the slightest shred of humanity having been torn from them. Now they and their grasping claws are made only for murder.

These shambling beasts are kidnappers, stealing away men, women, and children from the nearby town for their own murky purpose. For me, they were my constant pursuers. I could not spend a moment without the fear that they would find me. Find me, and rend me to pieces.

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Poisoned wine. Not to kill, just enough to make them blind and stupid servants. Their master knows the details, not me.

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
I - I don't recall. [listen to the lie in his voice!] There are gaps in my memory. I'm afflicted with amnesia.

[identity profile] disillusionists.livejournal.com 2011-08-22 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ a pause in text reply... ]

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-26 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Self-inflicted, but yes. I hardly even remembered my name.

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-30 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
In so many words, yes. I was. No longer.

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-19 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Poisoned wine. Not to kill, just enough to make them blind and stupid servants. Their master knows the details, not me.

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-20 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
I - I don't recall. [listen to the lie in his voice!] There are gaps in my memory. I'm afflicted with amnesia.

[identity profile] disillusionists.livejournal.com 2011-08-22 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ a pause in text reply... ]

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-26 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Self-inflicted, but yes. I hardly even remembered my name.

[identity profile] necronarmicon.livejournal.com 2011-08-30 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
In so many words, yes. I was. No longer.
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