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200 Phenomena/Calgary's Gideon Keys

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:14:00 No.8290739 View View Reply Original Report

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Day Three, 2011.

Some of you are familiar with the 200 Phenomena, also known as the Calgary's Gideon Keys, while some of you are not.

Put simply,

"I found a 200 page composition book in MacEwan hall at the University of Calgary. Each page of the notebook has a different, numbered entry. Despite being numbered, the entries are in no particular order."
-Calganon, 2009

Last year I resurfaced the pages as I am doing again during the span of the next week or so.

85 remain unknown.

As tradition goes, I'll list 3 Pages at random and ya'll can decide which order I post them in.

Let us begin...

The Salon (#10)
The Song (#96)
The Salt (#168)

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:16:00 No.8290750 Report

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>>8290739
ballsack

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:16:00 No.8290752 Report

Quoted By: >>8290759

Post The Salon

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I hope everyone had a nice day...

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:17:00 No.8290759 Report

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>>8290752

The Salon (#10)
There is a salon in Inglewood that seems perpetually frozen in the late seventies. The decor, the clothing of the hairdressers, even the equipment and magazines seem to come to a stop around 1978. If you go there during the day, the able stylists will be able to provide you with a deftly executed (if extremely dated) haircut for a price that is equally as deflated and out of place. However, if you return during the night, the salon’s true area of expertise will become apparent. Entering the shop after sunset, even if you just exited it, will reveal a shocking transformation.
As before, the store will be furnished and appointed as though it were the late seventies, but the decades between then and now will now be visible. Everything is aged and cracked, as if it had been left to the elements. Most shocking of all, the bottles of hair product and comb sanitizer have been replaced with row on row of murky jars containing vague, fleshy shapes. One of the stylists will remain, and she will offer you a shave and a haircut. Refuse the shave, lest you be left faceless.
Instead, ask the stylist to pick something that suits you and sit in one of the chairs. She will cut off your face with a straight razor, but the process will be strangely bloodless and you will feel nothing. Your vision will fade to black for a time, and when it returns one of the faces from the jars will have been seamlessly transplanted. Your features will, in every respect, be identical to whoever the face belonged to before the stylist stole it, and over time your body will change to resemble theirs as well. If you must vanish, this is how you do it. But be warned that you can never get your face back, and the friends and enemies of the face’s owner will mistake you for them forever.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:20:00 No.8290787 Report

Quoted By: >>8290869

The Salt

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:29:00 No.8290869 Report

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>>8290787

The Salt (#168)
Salt has often been said to have mystic qualities. It’s said to be able to drive away fairies and the undead, Muhammad called it one of the four blessings God sent down from heaven, The Hindu and Shinto use it in rights of purification. Even the Wiccans, who are usually clueless, have figured in to the powers of salt. As any food aficionado will tell you, sea salt is best, and the properties of sea salt vary depending on where it’s from.
Calgary Salt is particularly potent, but the city is inland. It has no natural seas. There are hidden beaches, of course, pockets where someone has built doorways to another place, but Calgary Salt comes from the city itself. Fill your pockets with salt, any kind, and wander aimlessly until the buildings begin to grow newer and buildings that have long since been demolished join the skyline. Keep walking like this. Eventually you will reach a time when all this was a sea. A time before man.
Empty your pockets into the water. The sea will swallow the salt. Walk north until you find a great pillar of salt. Brush the crystals off of the side and into your hands. Bring as much back with you as you can. Practitioners will pay almost any price for the salt, but of course, it’s far too precious to sell.

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:31:00 No.8290881 Report

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The Song (#96)
Some nights, when the moon is dark and a black-out kills all the lights downtown, the city is seized by a preternatural silence as all the televisions, cars, ceiling fans, radios and conversations come to a stop. At this time, a song can be heard lilting through the streets and alleys. If you are downtown when this happens, follow it. You needn’t worry about where it takes you. The route is chosen carefully for both existential and physical safety.
When you finally find the source of the song, it will be a small group of glowing musicians, each about six inches above the ground, suspended by nothing in particular. They will be in a large, decaying room on the second floor of a building that normally seems to be in better repair. Their clothing is always reported as being inoffensive earth tones and about ten years out of style. The music they play is haunting and lilting and rarely corresponds to their instruments. It will be sweet and quiet once you actually find it, despite the great volume it must have had to be heard blocks away.
The musicians are fellow travellers who passed away in the last year or two and their song is meant for the ones they left behind. It is the most profoundly sad song you will ever have heard. If you don’t recognize any of the faces, you will be left with a profound sense of melancholy that will never leave you until after you die. But if you do, you will be granted catharsis, and all your sorrows and rage will be burned away.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:33:00 No.8290895 Report

Quoted By: >>8290968

Lets do some more...

The Hope Chest (#48)
The Cordless Phone (#115)
The Green Room (#12)

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:36:00 No.8290921 Report

Quoted By: >>8290940

The Hope Chest (#48)

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:36:00 No.8290927 Report

Quoted By: >>8290940

The Hope Chest, dear poster.

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Eddie, can he be trusted?

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:37:00 No.8290940 Report

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>>8290921
>>8290927

The Hope Chest (#48)
[This one is written in a different hand than most of the rest]
A hope chest is a small box or trunk given to young girls. The idea is that over the course of their lives, they collect linens, baby things, crockery and pieces of household decor to take with them when they get married. It’s sort of a poor man’s dowry. I remember when my sister got hers... but I’m wandering. You want to know about the Hope Chest in the old house on the hill, up by the river, but you’re too shy to ask me. Don’t want to be on the hook for another favour? That’s okay, boy, I like you.
The hope chest measures about sixteen inches by twenty four inches by twelve inches and is made from cedar, as was the custom at the time. The order was for an art deco chest, this was the twenties you understand, before the house was even built. The order was furnished promptly, and I added to the chest all the objects that the customer ordered. Bottles of unguents, potent herbs and... allspice. He requested that it be sewn into the cloth lining, which I of course indulged. I had no idea of knowing who They were at the time. We thought they were just postwar immigrants.
Insofar as I know he never opened the hope chest. It’s a sort of a safety, you see. The second it opens, everything inside is let out and, well, after this many decades of fermentation... well, you know what they say about mutually assured destruction? I’m pretty sure that They could show them a thing or two about assured destruction.
[It’s signed “Edward Ramsay De Cae” With a bold, antiquated flourish]

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:41:00 No.8290968 Report

Quoted By: >>8290979

>>8290895

green room next!

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We've covered most of the Colored Rooms now...

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:42:00 No.8290979 Report

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>>8290968

The Green Room (#12)
There is an apartment building on sixteenth street that is slightly wider on the outside than it is within. Go to this building in fall and ascend the staircase. You should find the door to the roof totally unlocked. If it is locked, leave at once. Someone is using the Green Room, and they likely don’t want company. If the door opens, however, walk along the roof and count skylights. Eventually you should find one that doesn’t look into an apartment or hallway. Instead it looks down into a dingy room with green metal walls.
Break the skylight with a piece of debris and jump down. The room should be small and empty other than a metal desk and chair that have a distinctly institutional flavour. On the desk, you will find a folder full of papers. Take the folder rather than reading the papers on the spot. Breaking the skylight will have set off the alarm. Open the room’s only door and step out. You will find yourself in your old highschool, having just stepped out of the locker room. Leave.
The folder contains documents and photos that describe, in great detail, your physical and mental health. They depict you as a patient in an institution, and they aren’t far off.

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The Cordless Phone(#115) is without entry, only the title is known...

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:46:00 No.8291022 Report

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The Bakery (#105)
There is a Belgian baker in Calgary who is renowned for his great skill and his even greater bitterness. No one knows why the baker is filled with such disdain for the world despite his great talents and the success that they have wrought. Perhaps it is because of what you will discover if you go to his shop after hours.
The baker’s shop does most of its business in the morning, selling lattes and pastries to commuters driving into downtown from the south. By night, it is usually closed. But if you look in through the window, you will see the baker sitting alone in a corner, drinking coffee and eating something small and sweet and drizzled with red coulis. If he notices you, he will get up and open the door and invite you in. This is your last chance to avoid the trial ahead.
The baker will ask if you have eaten and snort derisively before asking if you know the Epicerie next door. Say you don’t, and that you prefer something sweet. He’ll call you a man after his own heart and over to share something special with you. You have no choice but to accept, lest you wind up in the red coulis.
The baker will bring out a human heart, glazed with maple sugar, choked with cherry juice and custard and surrounded in a flakey crust. Eat this grisly treat, choking down the still warm, still half-alive organ, and you will be rewarded with an unearthly, haunting beauty, but your damnation will be complete and thorough.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:49:00 No.8291043 Report

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Good stuff. I had read the majority of these (or something very similar) but it's been too long.

MOAR

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:49:00 No.8291045 Report

Quoted By: >>8291066

Scan this stuff.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:49:00 No.8291048 Report

Quoted By: >>8291125

Another three...

The Television Channel (#23)
The Orange Room (#93)
The Video Store (#192)

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:51:00 No.8291066 Report

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>>8291045

Sadly, the original was never scanned, tho there were screenshots taken of it, apparently. I only have what Calganon typed up from the original.

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:58:00 No.8291125 Report

Quoted By: >>8291144

>>8291048

The Orange Room (#23)

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 08:58:00 No.8291129 Report

Quoted By: >>8291144

more rooms! Orange!

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Peace and Chicken Grease...RIP Nick...

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:00:00 No.8291144 Report

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>>8291125
>>8291129

The Orange Room (#93)
[This one is probably an email, cut out and pasted in the book]
Hey Sand-Man, I bring greetz from the spheres.
Eddie and Matt said you were working on a little guidebook. Smart move. They’ve been catching a lot of kiddies in their webs lately, and we need all the help we’ve got. I’d like, if I could, to contribute. You ever hear of the orange room? Me neither. At least not until last weekend. I met a guy at Back Lot. Kinda chubby, geeky technogoth. Y’know my type, I like to fuck practitioners. Anyways, HE says we should go back to his place. So I say “Ok”, playing it like I’m some rube, nevermind that I’ve practically moved into Dream and that anyone who knows anything knows it.
So we drive to Dalhousie station and get onboard. When we hit the free fare zone, he begins to count to a hundred, and when he gets to a hundred, he presses the help button and holds it until we leave the free fare zone. The train keeps going, and it keeps going after it reaches the last station, and it stops in this underground station that’s all orange and British. He leads me upstairs, all giddy like he’s showing me the kind of thing I’ve never seen before. Which isn’t true. But I pretend for his sake.
Anyways, The orange room is like this old place, Victorian I think. Everyone has an accent and talks about how “The War” is going, which I THINK is world war one. Anyways, the only guy in the room who knows what year it is is this little old man who recognizes me and runs my ass out.
Dunno how useful it is, but I wouldn’t recommend going back. Place STUNK of allspice. I bet that little faggot was a trap...
Keep safe, Sand-Man,
Nick Maharis.

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:03:00 No.8291165 Report

Quoted By: >>8291191

>>8291144

The Video Store, also Double Doubles!

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:05:00 No.8291191 Report

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>>8291165

The Video Store (#192)
The video store is old and dingy, and some years back it transitioned from legitimate rentals to bootlegs and porn in the face of competition with the blockbuster down the street. Finally, it gave up the ghost last August. The owner retains his lease, but the store is never open. Instead, he uses it to store his incredible collection of snuff, rarities and bootlegs, many of which are of more than slight interest. The owner never enters except late at night, so a daylight or evening break-in is your best chance.
The store’s latter days have left their mark on it, complete with discarded merchandise and sordid video booths at the back. The break-in will have triggered the owner’s alarms, no matter how careful you’ve been, so you only have time to grab a video at random and run. Or else, should you be courageous, you can lock yourself overnight in one of the booths as he’s long since lost his keys. He’ll leave at dawn, allowing you to escape. However, he’ll turn the booth /on/.
If your stomach is strong enough to endure whatever sadistic footage he’s playing, you can escape unharmed in the morning, armed with the video you grabbed. None of them are in the correct case, and whatever system he uses to decide which cassette goes in which case is incomprehensible. It could be lost footage of the kennedy assassination, it could be Margaret Trudeau’s Rolling Stones sex tape, it could be any number of different trip recordings from acolyte excursions.
Or it could be a home-made snuff tape of the last acolyte to be caught.

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Next one is....

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:11:00 No.8291235 Report

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The Television Channel (#23)
If you steal cable in Cranston, a planned community in the southeast, you will find that rather than being blank and vacant, channel one is given over to a foreign and unfamiliar test card and mumbled voices in a language that sounds Slavic but is utterly unrecognizable. In order to discover more, you must posses an old PAL television. Adjust the balances of colour and contrast on your set, both at the same time, and wait for the test card to fade. Once you strike the right balance, the test card will be replaced by the image of a man sitting behind a desk. Though he and his companion will seem to be aware that you are watching them, They will never address you directly.
Never watch this channel anywhere secure or safe, as it offers another avenue of entry. Watch the channel until the scene cuts away from the two men and into a series of grotesque clips no longer than three seconds in length. These are not all original. Records kept by Eddie Decae indicate that at least sixty of the hundred and forty three clips are sampled from various films and snuff tapes. The surreal and visceral imagery will burn itself into your brain indelibly, but you will find in the morning that with it has come a master’s knowledge of the fine art of mutilation and torture.
This must be used sparingly, for the knowledge has brought with it a great pleasure at its exercise. You will, however, always be able to recognize Their handiwork, even if you will find yourself admiring it.

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:21:00 No.8291305 Report

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MOAR

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:42:00 No.8291465 Report

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BUMP
also, what exactly is this stuff? some sort of compendium to the supernatural in the Calgary area?

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:42:00 No.8291466 Report

Quoted By: >>8291483

Alright, I'm back.

The Breadbox (#36)
The Spray-Bottle (#108)
The Antique Shop (#8)

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:44:00 No.8291483 Report

Quoted By: >>8291494

>>8291466
antique shop please

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:46:00 No.8291494 Report

Quoted By: >>8291553

>>8291483

The Antique Shop (#8)
Somewhere in the Northeast, although there are conflicting reports of its location, there is a small antique shop called Edson’s Antiques and Importing. By the look of it, the store’s been closed for decades, and for good reasons. Not the least of which is that it opens onto an alley instead of onto the street. The merchandise inside can’t be seen through the murky glass, but you can usually make out the window display.
The display, despite the fact that no one really knows how to get into the building since the door’s apparently rusted shut, changes from day to day. A stuffed bear’s head might show up on Monday and be gone on Friday, replaced with a large antique samovar. The floor beneath this merchandise is covered with newspapers written in a language that no human being has ever spoken or read, and the pictures... well, let’s just say you’d be amazed what you can fit in a samovar.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:52:00 No.8291553 Report

Quoted By: >>8291566

>>8291494

next do the breadbox

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:54:00 No.8291566 Report

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>>8291553

The Breadbox (#36)
Down around fourteenth and ninth, there's an alley between a parkade and a small office building. Unlike many downtown alleys, this one is clear of parking and transients. In fact, there never seems to be anyone in it at all. There's never a car cutting through to avoid traffic, never any teenagers looking for somewhere quiet. Despite the presence of loading docks and parking spaces, it's as desolate as downtown can be.
If you walk down this alley in the winter, you'll smell rotting meat coming from a dumpster and hear sounds emanating from it that sound like rats. But if you look inside the dumpster, you'll find that it's empty other than a plain tin bread box. The bread box will, despite being of a kind not manufactured for decades, be in mint condition.
If you open the box, which you should never do under any circumstances, you will discover that it contains your own severed head. Your head will tell you two secrets and a lie, and then expire.

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This one is interesting...

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:55:00 No.8291575 Report

Quoted By: >>8292912

The Spray-Bottle (#108)
A bikepath runs along John Laurie, between the road and a set of backyards. One of them is so dense with trees and sod and fungus that it is like a small forest. The fence is old and decaying and shot enough that it never truly provided an obstacle. Jump it and turn to your left. At the end of the fence, in the corner of the yard, you will see a disused greenhouse that hasn’t held any plants, at least, not plants kept deliberately. Instead, it’s full of rusting bikes and other garbage. And at the back, a spray-bottle that remains full despite how long it’s gone untouched.
The bottle cannot be removed from the room for too long without losing its potency. But it’s easy to get at least a good day’s use of it. Anything sprayed with the bottle will be covered, in moments, with growth: vines, grass, fungus, flowers, whatever’s nearest that could most conceivably cover whatever’s sprayed. Slowly, the plants will grow into whatever’s beneath them, consuming it regardless of what it is.
Not even They are proofed against it, but the bottle’s time limit and the long weeks it takes to regain its strength make it a limited weapon at best.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 09:56:00 No.8291578 Report

Quoted By: >>8291634 >>8292870

http://gideonkeys.wikidot.com

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:03:00 No.8291634 Report

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>>8291578

Not much on the site, I should contact him so he can put the pages I have up there with the rest.

Also I never knew Goet wrote some of his own Gideon Keys!

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:09:00 No.8291675 Report

Quoted By: >>8291697 >>8291795

Seems pretty slow tonight, lets try out three more...

The Thrift Store (#21)
The Dentist’s (#161)
The Vase (#73)

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:12:00 No.8291697 Report

Quoted By: >>8291747

>>8291675

the dentists please!

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:13:00 No.8291705 Report

Quoted By: >>8291733

>>8290739
Wait, I'm sorry, can you give a longer explanation? What is this? Calgary as in Calgary AB?

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:17:00 No.8291733 Report

Quoted By: >>8291760

>>8291705

Yes, Calgary AB. The pages are a collection of phenomena that has been documented by Acolytes of the area, many of whom have been reported missing or are considered dead.

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:19:00 No.8291747 Report

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>>8291697

The Dentist’s (#161)
There is a defunct dental practice on the top floor of the Northland Professional Building near Northland Mall. Although the door is supposed to be locked, it’s opened between the hours of 10 PM and 3 AM Tuesdays through Fridays. The building is locked before this, so in order to get into the office, you’ll have to hide at the bottom of the basement stairwell until the coast is clear and then sneak up to the top floor. Use the stairs; the door never opens to anyone who took the elevator.
The office looks like any other dental practice, although noticeably more upscale and dated. The chairs are real leather, the walls are paneled with mahogany outside of the patient rooms. All the fixtures are ornate and beautifully decorated. The receptionist is quiet to the point where you may first mistake her for a corpse. When she calls your name, proceed to exam room one and lock the door behind you. There you’ll meet the Night Dentist.
The Dentist will ask what you’re in for. If you tell him you need a cleaning, he’ll investigate your teeth, frown, and tell you to leave. Your teeth will crumble to dust within a week. If you tell him you need a tooth pulled, he’ll smile and start pulling. For every tooth you let him pull from your mouth, you get a wish. Lastly, you can tell him you need a root canal. A long, slow root canal. You’ll be subjected to the most torturous pain imaginable, but if you endure it you’ll never die.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:21:00 No.8291760 Report

Quoted By: >>8291765 >>8291772

>>8291733
hurr what is a acolyte lolz

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:23:00 No.8291765 Report

Quoted By: >>8291791

>>8291760

Members of an unnamed coven in Calgary. They seem to seek out areas and items that surround these phenomena. At times they seem to be combating a force known only as They.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:24:00 No.8291772 Report

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>>8291760
this...
i don't know what that is

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:27:00 No.8291791 Report

Quoted By: >>8291797

>>8291765
So these acolytes are a bunch of dare devils huh? well not to pull my own penis here, but I'm sort of a dare devil myself.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:27:00 No.8291795 Report

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>>8291675
the vase next please.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:28:00 No.8291797 Report

Quoted By: >>8291807 >>8291809

>>8291791

So to say I suppose. I think they are after understanding over thrills tho. Which should I post next?

The Thrift Store (#21)
The Vase (#73)

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:30:00 No.8291807 Report

Quoted By: >>8291841

>>8291797
the god damn vase please.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:31:00 No.8291809 Report

Quoted By: >>8291887

>>8291797
How did they find out about these types of things? and is there more and more being written? And would you ever do any of these?

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:34:00 No.8291841 Report

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>>8291807

The Vase (#73)
There is a vase perpetually for sale in the city. It moves from Urban Barn to Thrift Store to home decor shop to thrift store and then back again. The vase itself is tall and thin, fluted in shape and often empty. Water doesn’t seem to stay within the cool confines of the vase, boiling off of it if it is ever added. No one seems to hold onto the vase for long, always returning it with fraudulent receipts or hocking it. This s because if the vase is placed in a home, all the water within will begin to boil.
If not removed promptly, the vase will make more water burn. Ice will melt, sweat on the skin will begin to heat, and other more discrete forms of water will become agitated. After around thirteen hours, water in the human body will begin to boil too, killing whoever is in the home in short order as the water in their bodies boils off and their skin is seared. After the vase has claimed a life, al the water immediately condenses as if it had never evaporated.
To date, the vase has been used to assassinate sixteen prominent individuals, including three members of parliament and five practitioners.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:41:00 No.8291887 Report

Quoted By: >>8291927

>>8291809

They seem to network a lot to learn of new areas and items of interest. There are some locations that bring light to other phenomena that are elsewhere.

As for more being written, there are a number of journals in existence as explained in The Bookstore(#110).

"Behind the counter, Decae keeps a bookshelf with over a hundred notebooks, diaries, clipboards, little boxes of
index cards and the like. All have been prepared by acolytes and seekers and all describe the roadside horrors
and urban attractions that we who favour the night enjoy. Decae will let you have one of these, but for a price:
You must prepare one of your own. If you don’t, you will find yourself unable to read anything. The words will
swim before your eyes and sort themselves into paragraphs of the filthiest invective. "
-The Bookstore(#110)

Its my understanding that Sandy made a deal with Eddie to get more information, thus how this composition book came to be. Since it was found outside of Eddie's shop, I fear the worst for Sandy...

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:46:00 No.8291927 Report

Quoted By: >>8291934 >>8291947

>>8291887
i'm so confused. is there a link or something as to where i can find out more?

also do the thrift store, i fucking love these little stories.

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:47:00 No.8291934 Report

Quoted By:

>>8291927

The Thrift Store (#21)
There is a thrift store in the northwest with a shuttered door. The exterior walls are covered in mouldy wooden shingles and the window display is aged to the point of decomposition. It is not, despite all appearances, closed. Patrons occasionally enter through the side door and leave, although they rarely find anything of interest. They also rarely find the proprietor, who never responds to the bell located on the counter. The bell does arouse his attention, however, so it would be in your best interest NOT to ring it.
Instead, simply browse for a time. If you are as well versed in the secret history as you should be by now, objects of interest and historical significance (although no real power) will catch your eye. Many of them are belongings of other phenomena, including empty jars that used to house the tobacconist’s preparations and a headset identical to the one in Viscount Bennett. Do not take any of these, or their original owners will return to collect them.
The Thrift Store is a safe location to dispose of any refuse you collect over the course of your journey, but be warned that you can only dispose of small objects, and never anything truly dangerous to anything other than kayfabe.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:49:00 No.8291947 Report

Quoted By: >>8291956

>>8291927

What do you mean to find?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:50:00 No.8291956 Report

Quoted By: >>8291981

>>8291947
anything. I want to know more about how all of this was found, how they started, how they know where to look for these phenomena. I just want to learn.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:54:00 No.8291981 Report

Quoted By: >>8291992

>>8291956

Send me an email and I'll link you to a few of us who break down the Keys to figure out more about them.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:56:00 No.8291992 Report

Quoted By: >>8292003

>>8291981
what is your email then?

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:58:00 No.8292003 Report

Quoted By: >>8292010 >>8292011 >>8292022

>>8291992

Its in my email field. Should I do three more tonight?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:59:00 No.8292010 Report

Quoted By:

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 10:59:00 No.8292011 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292003

Please.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:00:00 No.8292022 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292003
so its Howard E Loreid@what?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:06:00 No.8292058 Report

Quoted By:

bump

Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:07:00 No.8292068 Report

Quoted By: >>8292085 >>8292113

Howard, fear the worst. They are breaking the peace.

Don't trust the common meets. Find Nicholas.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:10:00 No.8292085 Report

Quoted By: >>8292119 >>8292129

>>8292068
How do I find out what his email is :l

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:13:00 No.8292108 Report

Quoted By:

http://www.scribd.com/doc/31248842/200-Phenomena-in-the-City-of-Calgary

sauce?

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:14:00 No.8292113 Report

Quoted By: >>8292137 >>8292220

My email is [email protected]<script type="text/javascript">
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The Diskette (#39)
The Liquor Store (#178)
MacKimmie Library (#47)
>>8292068

Nick is dead, yo.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:14:00 No.8292119 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292085
place mouse over trip and look at your lower left hand side of the window and it should appear.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:17:00 No.8292129 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292085

You click on his username.

OP, u ded?

The Wasp !!vgC+nM07Kfa

The Wasp !!vgC+nM07Kfa Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:18:00 No.8292137 Report

Quoted By: >>8292161

>>8292113

The McKimmie Library if you don't mind.

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Sure thing, Wasp

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:24:00 No.8292161 Report

Quoted By: >>8292190

>>8292137

MacKimmie Library (#47)
MacKimmie Library at the University of Calgary is supposedly obsolete, and definitely of little interest to the scholar of the obscure. Nevertheless, as a building on the borderline, near its replacement, it teeters on the precipice between our Calgary and its shadows. As the Library prepares to give way to the new Taylor Family Library, its last sighs echo throughout the structure. Reality is soft here, soft and pliable and easy to push through. Like other borderlands, it is dangerous for precisely this reason. Dangerous, but useful.
Walk up and down the building’s staircases until the lights begin to dim and colour begins to drain from your field of view. After the colour has completely drained, exit the staircase. You’ll find yourself in one of the other libraries, in one of the other cities. The books will be altered, some subtly and others more overtly, and all will contain secrets that have slipped in around the edges.
Beware the librarians, however. They prize silence, and they punish overdue books with a staggering ferocity.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:30:00 No.8292190 Report

Quoted By: >>8292202

>>8292161
the liqour store pl0x

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:32:00 No.8292202 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292190

The Liquor Store (#178)
The Liquor Store is nothing special, beyond that the owner is one of us. His stock, consequently, tends towards the sort of drink the awakened favour: strong and cheap. If you wish to learn more of the secret history, buy a bottle of Wiser’s Very Old and ask the owner to share it after the store closes. Though he was initiated in the days before days and knows more secrets than God, he’ll tell you nothing you couldn’t figure out on your own. What he will do is nudge. Imply. Insinuate. Help you think aloud.
The old man who owns the liquor store is fond of cleverness, and if you surprise him with your acumen, he may smooth the city’s rough edges for you. If you, like most, aren’t clever then you will have to ply him with his passion: liquor. Like most of the dead, he’s constrained by rules and by customs. He cannot drink unless it is purchased for him, and he cannot forget unless he drinks. If you help him, he will owe you a favour. Forgiveness of a trespass against another practitioner such as those described elsewhere in my notes, or perhaps something more mundane.
However, if he realises what you are trying to do, you won’t make it out the door. Cleverness and whisky are no match for a Smith & Wesson with more than a century of practice behind it.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:35:00 No.8292220 Report

Quoted By: >>8292245

>>8292113
The Diskette?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:35:00 No.8292225 Report

Quoted By: >>8292255

http://chanarchive[DOT]org/request_votes

this thread has received 1 of 4 requests needed to trigger archival.

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:38:00 No.8292245 Report

Quoted By: >>8292264 >>8292294

>>8292220

The Diskette (#39)
There’s a computer in a downtown resume center that is well over a decade old. Hooked into a geriatric printer, it suffices for the purposes of the center: word processing and printing. The machine is infamously faulty amongst the staff, and with good reason: The floppy disk drive is jammed and has been for years. Enter the resume center and pretend to be a client. Bring with you a paper clip. After you’re seated at the computer, pretend to type up a resume. When no one is looking, slide the paper clip into the small round hole beneath the drive and press. It will eject a diskette.
Take the diskette and leave. Take it home, and on the way make eye contact with no one. When you arrive home, put the diskette into your computer. The disk contains an impossible number of jpeg files. All the famous socks and screams, memetic traps like the parrot or smile.jpg, and all in a vast and perfect resolution. The images can kill or impart madness with a look alone, so never open them on your own. Instead, use them as tools. Weapons. Traps. With practice, they will form the greatest part of your arsenal.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:39:00 No.8292255 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292225

Believe me, better CGK threads have been archived already. If you do a search, you can find some of Calganon's threads there.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:40:00 No.8292260 Report

Quoted By: >>8292267

I don't understand... is this like The Holders?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:41:00 No.8292264 Report

Quoted By: >>8292312

>>8292245
check your email.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:41:00 No.8292267 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292260

Its a similar vein, tho completely different. I think the CGK predate The Holders, but I'm not sure.

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:48:00 No.8292294 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292245
Just in case anybody doesn't know, that paperclip trick will work if you have a disk stuck in a floppy or cd drive (even if it doesn't have power).

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:52:00 No.8292312 Report

Quoted By: >>8292336

>>8292264

Are you Mr. Smith?

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:53:00 No.8292322 Report

Quoted By: >>8292329 >>8292345

Last call for the night, should I do three more? Theres about 60 left.

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:54:00 No.8292329 Report

Quoted By: >>8292348

>>8292322
Do moar.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 11:58:00 No.8292336 Report

Quoted By: >>8292348

>>8292312
my email had slipknot in it. I'll send you one again.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:00:00 No.8292345 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292322
do 3 more please

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:01:00 No.8292348 Report

Quoted By: >>8292356 >>8292363 >>8292380

>>8292336

Dear lord, the horror.

>>8292329

The Payphone Trick (#98)
The Water of Life (#13)
The Autobody Shop (#197)

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:03:00 No.8292356 Report

Quoted By: >>8292365

>>8292348
Payphone please.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:04:00 No.8292363 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292348
lol, sorry to say, but it is me. the email is old as fuck, but its an email i use when i dont want my actual email used.

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You got it Chaos...

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:05:00 No.8292365 Report

Quoted By: >>8292403 >>8292415

>>8292356

The Payphone Trick (#98)
In Ogden, between the hours of ten o’clock PM and two o’clock AM, a locked door in the back of a 24/7 convenience store will be opened. During these four hours, the third shift clerk will remain behind his counter if he can, leaving spills and other problems to sort themselves out until the door closes of its own accord. If you arrive during this hour, walk through the door and close it behind you.
The door leads into a small room made of bare concrete. To your immediate left is a disused washroom. Don’t open it under any circumstances, as they haven’t cut the bodies down since 1995. Instead, turn right and look at the payphone. It’s old enough that it still has metal keys and an AGT sticker. The handset has been separated from the phone itself, but if you lift it to your ear, you’ll hear a dial tone. Put a quarter into the phone, then dial. Never, under any circumstances, call a cell phone.
The phone will ring twice, and then you’ll hear whatever occurred in the room the phone is currently in on the day and at the time you’re using the phone in the year the quarter was minted. The only exception to this is if the quarter was minted in the year you were born, in which case you hear whatever happens in that room during the moment of your death.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:08:00 No.8292380 Report

Quoted By: >>8292428

>>8292348
the autobody shop next

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:13:00 No.8292403 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292365
What if you do it on leap year day with a quarter from a year that wasn't a leap year?

WDTOG

WDTOG Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:16:00 No.8292415 Report

Quoted By: >>8292444

>>8292365
OP, Alot of this sort of stuff interests me. Do you mind if i drop you an email aslo?

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:18:00 No.8292428 Report

Quoted By: >>8292446

>>8292380

The Apartment Tower (#198)
There is an apartment tower near the C-train line that is always dark at night. The lights never seem to go on, or if they do, they never do on the north face. The building never advertises any vacancies, and in fact almost never gives any outward signs of being inhabited at all. The building’s front door is always locked, but the side door that opens onto a nearby alley opens with ease. Unfortunately, the room on the other side is shin-deep in blood. Close the door behind you and begin to ascend the stairs.
Never Ever leave the staircase until you reach the top floor, no matter what you hear or see. The staircase itself is tall and long and steep,, and a steady stream of blood flows down it from the top. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you will see its source: A pulsating, bleeding tumour five feet across that has been nailed to the wall. Don’t touch it, or it will release its spores. Instead, go through the door into the main hallway of the top floor. Do not let it close behind you.
The walls of the top floor have been broken out and have been replaced with screens made of dried skin. If you touch it, it feels warm and moist, as though it were still alive. Some of the sheets have faces. At the center of this hall, you will find a man on a throne made of men holding awkward poses and contortions. He will smile at you, showing three rows of teeth, and offer you his hospitality. Do not accept. You do not want to stay in the tower like the rest of these poor souls. Instead, tell him you want to borrow a book.
Carelessly, he’ll throw whatever he’s currently reading at you. It’s entirely possible you’ll be left with nothing but a wrinkled John Grisham, but for the most part, his reading material is far more interesting and esoteric. Bring whatever book he gives you to Eddie Decae, who will offer you something that isn’t printed on human skin.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:20:00 No.8292444 Report

Quoted By: >>8292454 >>8292487

>>8292415

Sure I don't mind at all.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:21:00 No.8292446 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292428
wait, wat. i didn't know that was an option.

Theodore Burknoll

Theodore Burknoll Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:21:00 No.8292447 Report

Quoted By:

I emailed you for more information, would love to hear back from you.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:22:00 No.8292454 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292444
when can we expect an email back OP?

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:28:00 No.8292481 Report

Quoted By:

The Water of Life (#13)
Throughout the city there are little fenced off buildings with the logo of the city's Wastewater department on metal signs in front of them or on the door. The buildings are identified by the signs as being anything from water testing buildings to pumping substations, and by and large, this is what they are. However, about half a dozen of these buildings actually contain something else.
Four of these buildings are part of the city's actual water treatment system. They contain pumps that push the city's water through thin grilles made from human bone. The calcium from these bone filters is why Calgary's water is so often hard. The filters clean the water not only of contaminants, but of the city's collective sin for its involvement in the oil industry. The other two are shacks that contain taps. One of these buildings is where the filters are installed when they're full. The water from the tap passes through all of the filters and emerges brackish and foul. Drinking it, however, is the only way to permanently purify the city's soul. The other building contains a tap that dispenses water so pure that any scars, mutations, cancers or birth defects will vanish.

WDTOG

WDTOG Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:29:00 No.8292487 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292444
Email sent, it will have 627 in the sender's email.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:41:00 No.8292552 Report

Quoted By: >>8292561

Lets do three more!

The Photographs (#22)
The Sidewalk Chalk (#177)
The Fruit Stand (#82)

Anonymous

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Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:42:00 No.8292554 Report

Quoted By:

WDTOG

WDTOG Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:43:00 No.8292561 Report

Quoted By: >>8292577

>>8292552
Hazah!
I say Fruit Stand (#82)

Theodore Burknoll

Theodore Burknoll Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:43:00 No.8292562 Report

Quoted By:

fruit stand please

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:43:00 No.8292567 Report

Quoted By: >>8292579

nyo my gawd, its you :D

Your thread was the first thread i ever read on /x/

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:46:00 No.8292577 Report

Quoted By: >>8292597

>>8292561

The Fruit Stand (#82)
In spring and summer, the fruit stands come out. Berries, Cherries and Taber corn sold by the roadside. For the most part, these stands are found near the highway or in the suburbs, places where the owners can find marks who will pay their often inflated prices for fruit that they could find repackaged in their supermarkets. But sometimes, on the equinox or solstice, fruit stands without the familiar blue placards begin to appear in the places of more familiar ones.
One of these sells fruits that no local farmer could grow. Rare citruses and exotic fruits like lychee and pomegranate. Buy a fair assortment and take them home. Eat whichever one smells the best to you, and close your eyes. You will fall asleep immediately, and your dreams will be of wherever the fruit was imported from. They will be astonishingly vivid, and unlike most dreams, details like text and light switches will behave as they do in real life.
Upon awakening, you will feel tired as if you haven’t slept. Any actions you took in your dream will play themselves out in whatever locale you dreamed of over the next twenty-four hours, but there will be no way to trace you to them.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:46:00 No.8292579 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292567
also, post a .pdf

Theodore Burknoll

Theodore Burknoll Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:51:00 No.8292596 Report

Quoted By: >>8292639

sidewalk chalk?

WDTOG

WDTOG Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:51:00 No.8292597 Report

Quoted By: >>8292639

>>8292577
Sidewalk Chalk if you please.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:53:00 No.8292612 Report

Quoted By:

I've read all of these. I really wanna try one someday.

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!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 12:59:00 No.8292639 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292596
>>8292597

The Sidewalk Chalk (#177)
Every summer, Canadian Tire rolls out these big black buckets of sidewalk chalk with transparent lids. Inside there’s an assortment of all the usual colours, extra thick. But once in a while one of the buckets will be white with a black lid. If you see such a bucket, purchase it immediately and bring it home. Inside you’ll find the usual assortment and six clear pieces. Use the clear chalk for hobo signs, magic circles, or anything else like that.
The clear chalk leaves invisible markings, you’ll be able to see anything you’ve drawn with it by memory, but things other people have drawn will be much better hidden. To see them, break one of the other pieces of chalk. It will crumble to dust in your grip and the wind will cast it around you. It will stick to the invisible chalk. Never do this in public, as the density of mystic patterns and glyphs in most of Calgary is prone to causing migraines.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 13:02:00 No.8292650 Report

Quoted By:

bamp

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Last one of the night...

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 13:05:00 No.8292657 Report

Quoted By: >>8292689

The Photographs (#22)
It is possible, although only by sheer luck, to come into possession of a set of photographs that depict your future. Travel to any one hour photo developer in the city and give the clerk a blank roll of Kodak film to develop. In the next hour, use an empty camera to take as many photographs of yourself or your home as possible. When you return to the store, the clerk will either chastise you for handing over the empty film and wasting his time or, ashen-faced, hand you a set of photographs.
The cause of the clerk’s discomfort will soon become clear: At least half of the photographs will depict you as you will look after your death, decomposing in whatever pose you were in when you snapped the corresponding shot. The others will show how you age, including clothing, scars, piercing and other artificial markings. The background will be wherever you shot the pictures with your empty camera, but in each shot the background will appear to be rendered with a slightly more antiquated photo process, working back from crystal clarity to sepia.

WDTOG

WDTOG Sat 30 Jul 2011 13:17:00 No.8292689 Report

Quoted By: >>8292693

>>8292657
If the thread is here tomorrow, you can count on me being here.

!oOwOortWkc Sat 30 Jul 2011 13:18:00 No.8292693 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292689

If it isn't, I'll be making a new thread to continue the pages dump.

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 13:44:00 No.8292753 Report

Quoted By: >>8292801

I'm reading through them, and one question sticks in my head: Who the Fuck WOULD CHAIN AN ANGEL IN THEIR BASEMENT?!?
Yes you could get all sorts of power, but the long term consequences... I refuse to believe that anyone is that fucking stupid/ shortsighted.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 14:04:00 No.8292801 Report

Quoted By: >>8292808 >>8292818

>>8292753
People do some crazy shit. I, however, wonder how they actually managed to catch it and keep it contained.

WDTOG

WDTOG Sat 30 Jul 2011 14:08:00 No.8292808 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292801
Thinking about it, keeping soemthing contained is massively easier than capturing it. If you can capture, why not use the means you used to capture it to contain it?

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 14:14:00 No.8292818 Report

Quoted By: >>8292824

>>8292801
But they have to realize how Fucked (yes with a capital "F") they're going to be if it ever gets out, or if it's freinds ever find them, or when they die, which will happen eventually, no matter how long they put it off. Even Death will die eventually.

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 14:15:00 No.8292824 Report

Quoted By:

>>8292818
>it's freinds
*its friends

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sat 30 Jul 2011 14:29:00 No.8292870 Report

Quoted By:

>>8291578
I just lost number eighty-five.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 30 Jul 2011 14:33:00 No.8292883 Report

Quoted By:

this just solidifies the fact that calgarians are all crackheads.

Mr.E !oY1b.Zgz4A

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Mr.E !oY1b.Zgz4A Sat 30 Jul 2011 14:44:00 No.8292912 Report

Quoted By:

>>8291575
Wait, I, I know that green house, that's MY green house, my grandfather built it when he owned this place. There is no other green house like it along that path so I can say with some certainty that this is talking about my particular green house... Cool...

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

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Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sun 31 Jul 2011 00:19:00 No.8294488 Report

Quoted By: >>8294510

What happens if I open a door with The Key, and then take the door off its hinges? I bet all sorts of awesome things could come through! Pic Very Related.

nice double dubs

!oOwOortWkc Sun 31 Jul 2011 00:24:00 No.8294510 Report

Quoted By: >>8294751

>>8294488

I dunno. It could possibly refuse to be taken off its hinges. If it is a door between realities I'm sure it has some sort of preservation in place.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 31 Jul 2011 00:31:00 No.8294532 Report

Quoted By:

I'll love to live there

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt

Chaos !!fj+6JtTXdtt Sun 31 Jul 2011 01:16:00 No.8294751 Report

Quoted By:

>>8294510
Well, it works with any old door, so the door shouldn't have preservations. Also, what if I have a wall built with two doors in it, right next to each other, open one with The Key, and then open the other normally to look through? Would the other side of the first door be closed? What if I opened it from that side (without The Key)?