NON LUDUS EXITI

Post edited 1:42 am – April 11, 2011 by Rockabilly_Kid_0

Crap. I've arrived here too late. Or Early. Things aren't set up the way they're supposed to be and I fear that can only be for terrible reasons.
Anyway hi. There are supposed to be more of you here. "Supposed to be" …That's an expression I need to train myself not to use. I digress. I can't just sit here and wait for anyone to show up. I'm running out of time. We're running out of time.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm "The Rockabilly Kid" (not my real name) …and also not the name that most of you know me by. Yet. I will say that I thought I was going to have a year or so worth of interaction with a lot of my old associates through this website. The infrastructure was put in place, and the invites went out on schedule. I had a plan about how I was going to present some vital information about… Well, a great many things. The problem, is that I show up about a year later than I'm supposed to, which may or may not be the reason that this website is even less popular than MySpace.

I HAVE 11 DAYS TO TEACH YOU THE TRUTH ABOUT THE UNIVERSE.

On 4/11,the grid goes down. On April 11th, 2011, ALL COMMUNICATIONS SYSTEMS FAIL. There is a system-wide attack on the worldwide communication grid. This "attack" renders all devices with "networking capability" useless. ALL OVER THE PLANET,AND SATELLITES TOO. In the ensueing chaos, word is spread through the streets via official govenment mailing and distribution of flyers, declaring that "extraterrestrial forces" are to blame for this attack. A 'police state' is declared on a worldwide scale, and civil panic erupts. During the next four months, reports of "UFO" sightings increase exponentially. on July 4th, 2011, several disc-shaped objects appear in the sky above the White House. Communication is "established" and the beings in the craft express a desire to meet with "The One Called Obama". Within an hour, The President of The United States is leaving with the "aliens", a cast of 4 small "grays", your typical "alien". Over the next few months, all contact is lost with the "aliens", and communications are restored – only not in the way we're all used to. The phone lines and internet system are "rebooted", only with many restrictions and tolls in place. It's mostly based on commerce and restructuring a new "social security" system… But perhaps the WORST thing that happens, is that on 10/31/11 , Canada, The US and Mexico all sort of dissolve into a new "North American Union". The three countries are still considered "soverieghn", with their own leaders, – but I'm not even going to tell you who becomes the Prime Minister of the new power. You'd never believe me.

YOU NEED TO WAKE UP BEFORE MONDAY , APRIL 11

I will post what I know. I am so sorry if I am too late.

I really shouldn't have to spell it out any further. At this point in human technological understanding, such a thing is only recognized as an 'idea'.

These concepts have been around for centuries, but what's changing at this point in time is that this "idea" has gone from an abstract concept, to something even the average mind can understand and believe as "achievable".

The above represents an EVENT HORIZON of sorts. The dinizens of the dollhouse figure out that their "god" is just a little girl.

So I'm a Chronoteur. I am a trained secret-ops super-soldier who has been modified genetically, bionically, mentally and psychically through many years of training, conditioning and torture. My "consciousness" has been through countless horrible, diabolical procedures I'll tell you about in another thread, if there is ever time.

I have been sent back in time to do things that would alter the course of events, for the purpose of… Those with the power to do so. More on them later.

For instance, in 1944 a burial chamber is found underneath the Great Pyramid of Cheops, containing 13 12 foot sarcophagi, with 11 foot skeletons, each with the head of a jackal or wolf.

But not in YOUR timeline, because me and my squadron went back to about 10 AD and "lit those fuckers up!" yeehaw. About 9 years after they'd been buried. Thing is, they were buried alive, and were still alive when we had to breach the chamber. So yeah. Big fight. Flamethrowers, poison gas, grenades. Teeth, claws, several of our own weapons used against us as some of my team went down. Didn't matter. They'd send help. They might even send us twice (once, and then again slightly later, providing we survived the first time)

That was frowned upon though. Anyway, the situation WOULD BE CONTAINED. We'd eliminate …Any evidence of anything… that didn't uphold the current program… The 'status quo'.

Sometimes those jobs contradicted each other on a week-to-week basis. My superiors were truly clueless, and bat-shit crazy.

I witnessed "biblical" events.

And no, not "the birth of Christ".

I will tell you a bit about the nature of what you've been taught to refer to as "The Universe". The Universe is totally fake. Ok yes, it's made out of real stuff that will hurt if you bonk your head on it, but it is indeed a simulation.

But everything "tangible" in this world… Every particle of everything orbiting every single star in every single galaxy, along with everything that has ever happened ever… Is a relatively tiny amount of actual substance, and can be stored digitally on a device that you could fit in your pocket. I've seen that device, and it was on a shelf right next to a device just like it, in a library containing thousands of them, each containing the same amount of data about another something as equally random and crazy as "a universe".

Yes, this does mean that I am claiming to have visited "places" that exist outside "this universe". And I wasn't on drugs. Most of those times. I was never supposed to actually be there.

I'm not saying that this place isn't vast as fuck. I'm just saying that you won't ever know if it's big or small because you'll never be able to conceive of the amount of items of different sizes necessary to ever come close to any reasonable idea of just how fucking tiny it is.

This place… Was designed as a prison. The Scientologists may or may not know the full truth, but the version they tell is almost as entertaining as the actual truth, almost surely by design.

Outside of this place… This… "Matrix", there is an unlimited number of "senses", ways to experience things. We have five. Along with this handicap, the very physics of this realm serve as a further ball-and-chain, if you will. Friction and gravity – I don't mean to make villains out of "fundamental realities", but these particular two just suck.

YOU ARE NOT A PRISONER THOUGH

At least not a prisoner of the prison I'm describing. No, you chose to come here. It's not longer a "prison". All of the original inmates were processed long ago. You may have been one of them, but you chose to come back here this time. And more than likely, many many other times. Think of it as kind of an "Alcatraz Island" thing… How they opened Alcatraz Federal Pennitentiary up as a tourist attraction after shutting it down as a prison. Only more like Disneyland. Or maybe some of you might understand it better, if I described it as some kind of super-addictive drug experience? How about a MMORPG? It's really all of the above, if I had to break it down in ways that most people could understand it.

YOU CHOOSE YOUR PARENTS

Yes, you will hear me asserting snippets of various philosophies, from every end of the planet. From Confucius, to Dr. Who, To Papa Smurf, but I promise to clarify if I beleive these snippets involved lies or mistakes. Anyway. Yes – an eastern concept. Hard to swallow for most; "Why would I choose THIS" is the selfish way they deny it. The slightly more thoughtful ask "why would anyone choose to be some third-world orphan, born starving and riddled with disease?

Bonus Points baby. And quick ones.

Sick concept? Stay tuned. It gets worse.