The Beginning of Gregor's Journal
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August 23, 2013
They don’t remember. It’s a conspiracy. They want everyone to forget.
November 10, 2013
Many years ago before society decided to turn against them…Mimes roamed and ruled the world with powerful silent armies emerging from the gates of hell in giant menacing lines. The conquest of empires and kingdoms were led by the invisible leash (classic) of the mimes. Any great leaders and major historical incidents were so because of what the mimes needed. The Dark Ages? Controllably tamed for them…The Spanish Inquisition? A distraction to lower the numbers of the opposition. The Assassination of Caligula? They thought he was getting too cocky… But as we all know much like Dragons, Giants, Trolls, and Dodo Birds, the Mimes were wiped out by the secret underground mystics you call the ‘Illuminati’. Many years were wasted and much blood was spilt. The art of war jumped forward centuries and changed the innocent forever but sadly the Mime numbers dwindled almost into non-existence causing them to surrender at 600 A.D. The next few centuries were spent with the Illuminati rewriting history to exclude any sign of the armies, only introducing the mimes as a menial form of entertainment. And thus to finally tie up loose ends, they gave themselves a modest mention between 1776 and 1785 when they finally worked it into all the world’s education and forcing them to further hide their order…You might know them as the stumbling bumbling comedic tramps and buffoons who lower your expectations on an intellectual level…Clowns
My name is Gregor Mason and these are my journals. I have been called nuts, I have been called a sensationalist but the honest truth is that everything is a lie and we are on a verge of a second Dimensional war!
November 12, 2013
I write these journals as a last will and testament as well as a confession to the things I will most likely have to do for the right of the universe. I originally wrote for “The Weekly World” but then they were shut down and I was the first to be fired. Obviously I couldn’t go back home now that the secret society of clowns are on to me. I first unraveled this mystery while watching a mime silently tell us his story and with such subtly and conviction, he conveyed to me what had happened. He would pretend to pick a flower (obviously the rise of his people and how they flourished). He would mimic a bystander (mocking how we use to be their puppet). But what really gave it away was when he used his demonic powers to communicate with me and tell me about the coming end of man! He called out to me to help bring along the Age of Silence! His name was Belit Deciblia and told me that one day I will be called upon by Armaros Sylencium to reopen hello and let free his brothers to destroy those who betrayed them in the war. I don’t remember much after that. I just remember waking up in the dirt with a massive head ache and an empty wallet…Who needs money for a world beyond earthly things?
But for a while I was left aimless as I was not sure what to do with myself until I was needed until…I ran into him…Another mime but he was a bit trampier than the last. We ran into each other while turning the corner at the same time. But with a pull of his invisible demon rope, he was able to get to his feet so effortlessly. He offered me his hand which I hesitated to grasp but end the end he pulled me back onto my feet. I was so spooked now that I tried to walk away politely but he followed me, mimicking my movements for at least a mile. Then I had the thought, this might be the one and only, the mime who was going to hand me my purpose and train me to open the gates. But after a while of acting out stories and making fun of the dimwitted masses, he told me nothing and went on his way. Was it not time? Must I wait in torment even longer?
But, I did not let the epiphany of this meeting be muddled by things yet to come. I wanted to learn more about this great warrior of hell. So, I decided to follow and observe his actions, to get inside the mind of the killer…
As I learned, he recently joined a wrestling promotion called WCF. I eventually came to the conclusion that he was going to reclaim the dominance of the Mimes of the human race and then create a television event that no one will ever forget at he sends soldier after soldier in to engulf the world back into a silent control. But aside from that, he constantly walked the streets watching the ignorant as they live their pointless lives. He also participated in live performances in small venues openly teasing them about the end and all of them were too stupid to know it. It was almost haunting how sardonic he truly was as he pretended to be in an invisible box mocking their soon entrapment.
But there was a part of the day he vanished. After every show, he would head into the restroom but he never came out. I would watch a number of people exit but none of them had that paper white face or those black and white stripes. So then I came to the conclusion that he must have disappeared into the invisible mime world. All the walls we couldn’t see, all the dogs we couldn’t here, all the pianos that never dropped; they were all there, just on a different plain of existence!
So, I would wait for him to reappear the next day, no doubt after some intense battle or giving a powerful speech that history will no doubt mark down. This Warrior was alert at all times. I most recently saw him performing in front of a camera before uploading it to WCF.com. The themes were courage and persistence as he played the part of a clumsy boxer fighting a much faster and superior boxer. He would take a beating and sometimes he would teeter and sway as if to fall to the ground but the bell would ring and he would land in his corner and play his own team cheering him on and making comedic faces in reaction. The bell would ring and he would come out swinging, stumbling over himself and visibly getting his ass kicked until there was point where he begged the ref to reconsider the fight trying to encourage for a later date but the ref (also played by him) refused and showed that he must fight now or forfeit. The Mime was in despair but then he turned to the opponent and begged on his knees to settle difference and call it a draw. But the invisible opponent lifted the mime by the collar and lifted him to his feet. But the mime was spiteful and stomped on his toe but then was met with a transparent hook. But after wildly swinging and one last blinded jab, the Mime’s aimless strike had landed where it needed to and our protagonist’s face lit up in surprise, he arm was raised in victory as he basked in the cheers of the crowd quickly followed by shaking the hands of many transparent people in a sort of crazy commotion. Battle was second nature and winning was clockwork for him. I imagine he has slain thousands upon thousands with his with his deceitful appearance and quick ninja like movement and WCF was going to be the first stage. Brilliant! And people said I was cray-cray! Who’s cray-cray now, motherfuckers!
November 14, 2013
Sorry, that was inappropriate…But it will be interesting to finally see him fight out in the open. All of his opponents are just typical delusional assholes who think they are something they truly aren’t. They want to placate to the darkness when I stared darkness in the face as it offered me a hand. True evil is not the violence you inflict onto someone. It is about dominance and control, to not be afraid and show your teeth in the sight of deniers. Evil doesn’t look ugly, it looks calm and collected because it doesn’t want to be spotted before it strikes. I predict this is going to be a silly blowout that will leave people’s jaws dropped while I sit in the back and laugh.
Apparently Mephisto is a fan of my blog though. He seemed to be read up on my research and it honestly makes me feel less crazy now that I know people are noticing my work. But I doubt the other two will prove to be as fruitful. But I’ll take the small victories for now.
November 16, 2013
I had a nightmare last night where I was in an alleyway, everything is black and white and at the far end was an old man on his knees in tattered clothing surrounded by night’s silhouettes with long noses. I stepped in closer to see they were wearing red and black stripes with red face paint and red long nose masks. They were holding themselves up with their invisible canes. The man turned to me and held out his hands for help but before I could even respond I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over to see Armaros shake his head as the other mimes went after the old man. They swung at him with their ‘canes’ occasionally hitting him on the jaw, gut, or back. The moment seemed to linger in slow motion as I felt something very sickening and thick fill my stomach as my legs felt like jello and my mind launched into a panic.
It was still dark when I finally awoke. It was just then when I questioned what I was doing. Could I really be the hands that end the world? Could I truly sell my kind out for a comfortable spot at their demise? Maybe it was time I stopped looking into this.
November 17, 2013
I found him again. He was just walking the streets as he always did and will no doubt disappear in the bathroom when he chooses.
Something was different today. He met up with a woman. They met up at a restraint where I stayed on the outside due to my low income, so I couldn’t hear anything…not that mimes speak anyway but what I did see was them kiss as they exited and split up. She was just a regular human…this could mean the whole mission is compromised. It could be a ploy, he could just be trying to fool anybody watching. I had to extract information.
She was kind and welcoming at first but was pretty hesitant when talking about her (as I just found out) “husband” being a mime. She gradually opened up about it and even seemed proud after a little while of talking. But she seemed on edge when I asked if he ever mentioned to her of a secret order. I can envision the precise shift her face made as it drained of blood. She slowly backed away as the fear became even more apparent on her face. She told me that I should leave which only confirmed what I assumed. I got up and told her to tell her husband to stay on task. She screamed while I vacated the premises. I knew the mime wouldn’t be happy with me but he obviously told her something which means he doesn’t have a leg to stand on. But it was best to lie low just in case he comes looking.
That was a curse of mine though that I should be entrusted with information no one else would understand. They just mock me or scream while I tried to go after the truth! Those idiots would laugh at me now but soon it was I who would be laughing soon.
They don’t remember. It’s a conspiracy. They want everyone to forget.
November 10, 2013
Many years ago before society decided to turn against them…Mimes roamed and ruled the world with powerful silent armies emerging from the gates of hell in giant menacing lines. The conquest of empires and kingdoms were led by the invisible leash (classic) of the mimes. Any great leaders and major historical incidents were so because of what the mimes needed. The Dark Ages? Controllably tamed for them…The Spanish Inquisition? A distraction to lower the numbers of the opposition. The Assassination of Caligula? They thought he was getting too cocky… But as we all know much like Dragons, Giants, Trolls, and Dodo Birds, the Mimes were wiped out by the secret underground mystics you call the ‘Illuminati’. Many years were wasted and much blood was spilt. The art of war jumped forward centuries and changed the innocent forever but sadly the Mime numbers dwindled almost into non-existence causing them to surrender at 600 A.D. The next few centuries were spent with the Illuminati rewriting history to exclude any sign of the armies, only introducing the mimes as a menial form of entertainment. And thus to finally tie up loose ends, they gave themselves a modest mention between 1776 and 1785 when they finally worked it into all the world’s education and forcing them to further hide their order…You might know them as the stumbling bumbling comedic tramps and buffoons who lower your expectations on an intellectual level…Clowns
My name is Gregor Mason and these are my journals. I have been called nuts, I have been called a sensationalist but the honest truth is that everything is a lie and we are on a verge of a second Dimensional war!
November 12, 2013
I write these journals as a last will and testament as well as a confession to the things I will most likely have to do for the right of the universe. I originally wrote for “The Weekly World” but then they were shut down and I was the first to be fired. Obviously I couldn’t go back home now that the secret society of clowns are on to me. I first unraveled this mystery while watching a mime silently tell us his story and with such subtly and conviction, he conveyed to me what had happened. He would pretend to pick a flower (obviously the rise of his people and how they flourished). He would mimic a bystander (mocking how we use to be their puppet). But what really gave it away was when he used his demonic powers to communicate with me and tell me about the coming end of man! He called out to me to help bring along the Age of Silence! His name was Belit Deciblia and told me that one day I will be called upon by Armaros Sylencium to reopen hello and let free his brothers to destroy those who betrayed them in the war. I don’t remember much after that. I just remember waking up in the dirt with a massive head ache and an empty wallet…Who needs money for a world beyond earthly things?
But for a while I was left aimless as I was not sure what to do with myself until I was needed until…I ran into him…Another mime but he was a bit trampier than the last. We ran into each other while turning the corner at the same time. But with a pull of his invisible demon rope, he was able to get to his feet so effortlessly. He offered me his hand which I hesitated to grasp but end the end he pulled me back onto my feet. I was so spooked now that I tried to walk away politely but he followed me, mimicking my movements for at least a mile. Then I had the thought, this might be the one and only, the mime who was going to hand me my purpose and train me to open the gates. But after a while of acting out stories and making fun of the dimwitted masses, he told me nothing and went on his way. Was it not time? Must I wait in torment even longer?
But, I did not let the epiphany of this meeting be muddled by things yet to come. I wanted to learn more about this great warrior of hell. So, I decided to follow and observe his actions, to get inside the mind of the killer…
As I learned, he recently joined a wrestling promotion called WCF. I eventually came to the conclusion that he was going to reclaim the dominance of the Mimes of the human race and then create a television event that no one will ever forget at he sends soldier after soldier in to engulf the world back into a silent control. But aside from that, he constantly walked the streets watching the ignorant as they live their pointless lives. He also participated in live performances in small venues openly teasing them about the end and all of them were too stupid to know it. It was almost haunting how sardonic he truly was as he pretended to be in an invisible box mocking their soon entrapment.
But there was a part of the day he vanished. After every show, he would head into the restroom but he never came out. I would watch a number of people exit but none of them had that paper white face or those black and white stripes. So then I came to the conclusion that he must have disappeared into the invisible mime world. All the walls we couldn’t see, all the dogs we couldn’t here, all the pianos that never dropped; they were all there, just on a different plain of existence!
So, I would wait for him to reappear the next day, no doubt after some intense battle or giving a powerful speech that history will no doubt mark down. This Warrior was alert at all times. I most recently saw him performing in front of a camera before uploading it to WCF.com. The themes were courage and persistence as he played the part of a clumsy boxer fighting a much faster and superior boxer. He would take a beating and sometimes he would teeter and sway as if to fall to the ground but the bell would ring and he would land in his corner and play his own team cheering him on and making comedic faces in reaction. The bell would ring and he would come out swinging, stumbling over himself and visibly getting his ass kicked until there was point where he begged the ref to reconsider the fight trying to encourage for a later date but the ref (also played by him) refused and showed that he must fight now or forfeit. The Mime was in despair but then he turned to the opponent and begged on his knees to settle difference and call it a draw. But the invisible opponent lifted the mime by the collar and lifted him to his feet. But the mime was spiteful and stomped on his toe but then was met with a transparent hook. But after wildly swinging and one last blinded jab, the Mime’s aimless strike had landed where it needed to and our protagonist’s face lit up in surprise, he arm was raised in victory as he basked in the cheers of the crowd quickly followed by shaking the hands of many transparent people in a sort of crazy commotion. Battle was second nature and winning was clockwork for him. I imagine he has slain thousands upon thousands with his with his deceitful appearance and quick ninja like movement and WCF was going to be the first stage. Brilliant! And people said I was cray-cray! Who’s cray-cray now, motherfuckers!
November 14, 2013
Sorry, that was inappropriate…But it will be interesting to finally see him fight out in the open. All of his opponents are just typical delusional assholes who think they are something they truly aren’t. They want to placate to the darkness when I stared darkness in the face as it offered me a hand. True evil is not the violence you inflict onto someone. It is about dominance and control, to not be afraid and show your teeth in the sight of deniers. Evil doesn’t look ugly, it looks calm and collected because it doesn’t want to be spotted before it strikes. I predict this is going to be a silly blowout that will leave people’s jaws dropped while I sit in the back and laugh.
Apparently Mephisto is a fan of my blog though. He seemed to be read up on my research and it honestly makes me feel less crazy now that I know people are noticing my work. But I doubt the other two will prove to be as fruitful. But I’ll take the small victories for now.
November 16, 2013
I had a nightmare last night where I was in an alleyway, everything is black and white and at the far end was an old man on his knees in tattered clothing surrounded by night’s silhouettes with long noses. I stepped in closer to see they were wearing red and black stripes with red face paint and red long nose masks. They were holding themselves up with their invisible canes. The man turned to me and held out his hands for help but before I could even respond I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over to see Armaros shake his head as the other mimes went after the old man. They swung at him with their ‘canes’ occasionally hitting him on the jaw, gut, or back. The moment seemed to linger in slow motion as I felt something very sickening and thick fill my stomach as my legs felt like jello and my mind launched into a panic.
It was still dark when I finally awoke. It was just then when I questioned what I was doing. Could I really be the hands that end the world? Could I truly sell my kind out for a comfortable spot at their demise? Maybe it was time I stopped looking into this.
November 17, 2013
I found him again. He was just walking the streets as he always did and will no doubt disappear in the bathroom when he chooses.
Something was different today. He met up with a woman. They met up at a restraint where I stayed on the outside due to my low income, so I couldn’t hear anything…not that mimes speak anyway but what I did see was them kiss as they exited and split up. She was just a regular human…this could mean the whole mission is compromised. It could be a ploy, he could just be trying to fool anybody watching. I had to extract information.
She was kind and welcoming at first but was pretty hesitant when talking about her (as I just found out) “husband” being a mime. She gradually opened up about it and even seemed proud after a little while of talking. But she seemed on edge when I asked if he ever mentioned to her of a secret order. I can envision the precise shift her face made as it drained of blood. She slowly backed away as the fear became even more apparent on her face. She told me that I should leave which only confirmed what I assumed. I got up and told her to tell her husband to stay on task. She screamed while I vacated the premises. I knew the mime wouldn’t be happy with me but he obviously told her something which means he doesn’t have a leg to stand on. But it was best to lie low just in case he comes looking.
That was a curse of mine though that I should be entrusted with information no one else would understand. They just mock me or scream while I tried to go after the truth! Those idiots would laugh at me now but soon it was I who would be laughing soon.