Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a Lovecraftian horror scenario?
Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.
Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them, lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.
Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.
All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in. Many do not understand the humour of mages.
The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them. We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.
I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.
hello everyone!
this is my first post on this studyblr! I’ve had another studyblr before, but I wanted a fresh start and I thought making a different one would be the best way to do so!
on my old studyblr, I was always meaning to have a giveaway to thank my followers but I never got the chance to, so I decided to have one right now!
1st place prize:
AN iPAD MINI IN GOLD (view here)
2nd place prize:
a Kånken Classic Backpack in any color (view backpack and colors here)
ban.do 17 month large agenda in ice blue (view here)
5 retractable highlighter pens from muji (view here)
Kipling 100 pens pencil case in color frond black (view here)
any two books of your choice under $30 USD each !!
3rd place prize:
Leuchtturm Notebook, Squared, 5.75 x 8.25 inches in black (view here)
ban.do write on assorted pen set (view here)
ban.do hot stuff thermal mug in ice blue (view here)
ban.do get it together pencil pouch (view here)
ban.do sticky note set (view here)
RULES:
must be following me (I know I don’t have a lot of content right now but I sincerely promise that I definitely will soon !!)
each reblog counts as an entry (so you can reblog as many times as your heart desires !!)
I will choose the winner through random.org
If you are under 18, you must have parental/guardian consent before entering
your ask box must be open
the winners will have 72 hours to respond
feel free to message me if you have any questions, and thank you for welcoming me into the community!
Where are those woke white people at!?
There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.
i just fucking woke up to 50 messages on skype what the graviton fuck
the tiny specks of colour in their eyes
the bass and background sounds in a song
starlight on a cloudy night
how someone looks when they think nobody can see them
the mannerisms of a stranger
real meanings behind spoken words
subtle facial expressions which last a second
the underlying flavours in food
emotions that a friend is trying to hide
little lights in a sleeping city
flowers growing through cracks in the pavement
the mixed colour palette in a piece of art
the melody of someone’s voice