The Arcane Diary

Category: High on Death

  • Nick is a patient of the would-be psychiatrist X. Mercurio

    Nick is a patient of the would-be psychiatrist X. Mercurio

    Nick is a patient of the would-be psychiatrist X. Mercurio, whose Doctorate dissertation is a theory that schizophrenia = reality, albeit a different one, and that 99.9% of our brains that we do not use is the storehouse for the universe’s secrets (Akasha) stored in the nearly infinite format of the mitochondrial DNA, our brains are an organic storage system, and Nick’s mind is the key to unlocking both Xander’s career and untold secrets for humankind. Xander must challenge traditional psychological understanding by looking at Nick’s parapsychology and following him into his “unreal” world.

    [[the day I found out my father died was a turning point]]

  • Killing Tune

    KILLING: whistling a tune triggers a programmed mind – the living dead, easier than Necromancy.

    [[The earth is a theatre of flux]]

  • WORLD CREATORS

    WORLD CREATORS

    I know what’s going on in the world, and I know why. I’m not entirely sure I’m against it, either.

    I guess it boils down to the methods used.

    I disagree with this “greater good” business. Doing evil for the sake of good is counterintuitive, even if it is to advance our evolution.

    [[Arcane/gargoyle/2050/Story Idea – Post Alien-Revelation World|Story Idea – Post Alien-Revelation World]]

  • Man of Violence

    [[high-on-death/scenes/Jesus, as Christ]]

  • the great pervert round-up

    who’s coming to hell to retrieve those souls?

    pew pew bitch

    the day the child molesters disappeared

    and were shot into the centre of the sun
    a mercy they didn’t deserve
    but it was a start for those victims

    destruction results in creation
    let’s heal the pain
    mend the wounds
    and move forward
    as one
    whatever it is
    you call it

    we-r-3

  • Nic is the Avatar

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    Nic is the Avatar

    Freed from the confines of mortal life, Nic lives in a dream world of his own making.

    Will it be heaven or hell?

    Digging through his past

    Subconscious spelunking

    From which he wakes

    Occasionally

    Just long enough

    To give Xander hope

    And cryptic messages

    Riddles

    Poems

    Mostly nonsense

    Impossible to interpret

    But still, Xander must hope

    His friend can wake

    From his comatose fugue

    In a world just like this one

    Just left of what we call reality

    An alternate dimension

    He’s a free agent

    Free to wander

    The world

    And beyond

    Bringing back news

    From abroad

    Some good

    Mostly ambiguous

    A few deeply troubling

    And so Gargoyle is born

    Re-born

    Like a ghostly Phoenix

    From the past

    A shitty little office

    In a dive-y part of town

    Old school

    Musky smell

    And a basement full

    Of files

    Horrors

    Committed to paper

    Enough to make anyone

    Crazy

    But Xander knows crazy

    They’re on a first-name basis

    #worldbuilding #electriccity #nic #xander #coma

  • Coma

    Inside out

    Simultaneously without within

    Within without

    Dimensions are only parameters

    How about a freakout?

    We are analogue creatures

    With infinite choice

    And minute grasp

  • A Horrid Realization

    Ritual abusers,

    in whatever stripe they come –

    Their ceremonies

    You know the ones…

    They’re supposed to represent life:

    A life

    From conception

    That’s the part they show in movies –

    Birth

    Voila

    To death

    All represented neatly

    In one ceremony

    Cool right?

    Clever even

    But despicable beyond all reason

    And it gets worse

    You’d think, oh

    At least it’s over

    For the poor thing

    Wrong!

    That’s the very point of the rite

    Not just the blood

    The essence

    The life energy

    But the soul

    A slave is born

    A slave

    To a slave

    In a farm

    To make more

    The bottom

    Of this depravity

    I fear

    We have not reached

    Yet

    We need to free those souls trapped

    That cannot be permitted to stand

    These are vile creatures

    With a black hole for a soul

    And no amount of hell-bound souls

    Enslaved

    Can feed what has no bottom

  • Triad gambling house

    I’m in a Triad gambling house. The mood is festive but solemn, as it would be in an illegal drug/prostitution den. Nice place. It is enormous and labyrinthine, a sort of typical Oriental architecture (I guess), and a hacienda-type place. I must be a mercenary (or security, for that matter) and proceed to engage in some crazy Far Cry/Tomb Raider-type shoot-em-up, crash, and building collapse sliding down kind of antics. I felt like I was there. It’s a Chinese gangster nightclub. Fun times.

    This reminds me of another dream I had a short time ago. I was in a scrap metal business, dropping off a load at these Vietnamese guys’ garage. They quote me some bullshit low figure, and I tell them to forget it. So they proceed to take me on this tour of their underground shanty village under the plaza (which reminds me of a cross between Franklin’s body shop in GTAV and a seedy motel in Stoney Creek – the place has a gas station, garage, grocery store and several other businesses – family-owned I’m guessing) which has squalid conditions and people living on top of each other. The guys are trying hard to be (or at least appear) friendly, but something tells me that if I don’t split quickly, I will be Pho tonight. So I grovel like a bitch. I go, “Look, fellas, I meant no disrespect, but … I accept your price for the metal. I want to start a long and friendly business relationship.” Ha. What happened after that is anybody’s guess.

    [[Arcane/dangerous-game/plot/A son, reincarnation of the father|A son, reincarnation of the father]]