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The Dungeon
By: The Master Date: September 24, 2012, 11:33 am
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The Dungeon is not for the weak hearted, it is a place of
horror. In here we rape and pillage from mainframe to mainframe
taking what we want and giving nothing back. Here your very
spirit will be put to the test. We "WILL" take your very soul
and throw it to the flame and from the flame to the anvil were
we "WILL" pound your soul into the very weapon of power. Our
weapon is information, information that we will use at our very
whim to raise us. Raise us from the depths and bowels of the
Internet to an ascension that has no limit. There is no place we
will not go; no server we will not rape. We will take over the
virtual world. This world is quickly becoming our reality; our
"proving grounds". This world is a place where strength is not
measured in the arm. But the limits of your intellect, your
reasoning and ability to survive and adapt to an every changing
world "WILL" be tested. Your morality will be tested and it will
be cast aside in favor of "CHAOS". It will warp you, bind you,
and find you. Even in your deepest crevices of your thoughts. It
will find your every weakness and exploit it in order to make
you a true disciple of the Dungeon.
Do not speak of the Dungeon, for the Dungeon is a part of you
now. You are now part of something greater than yourself. You
are a disciple, a pawn that will use to our digression. Your
wants and needs will be disregarded, only the needs of the whole
will be acknowledged. Do not hope for death. Death will not save
you. It will only further our goals and help us to meet our own
ends. Wish only for the goals of the Dungeon. Those are your
only salvation. Because as we rise in power and wealth, so will
you. Time is your only ally; time will help sharpen your mind,
sharpen your resolve. To be part of the Dungeon is a glorious
thing you are part of something that will transits the ages.
Time and space itself is nothing to us, our will only limits our
power. Nothing can stand in our way because we do not exist in
the real world. We exist in the mind. Nothing can stop us
because we are nothing.
Do not speak of the Dungeon, for the Dungeon is a part of you
now. You are now part of something greater than yourself. You
are a disciple, a pawn that will use to our digression. Your
wants and needs will be disregarded, only the needs of the whole
will be acknowledged. Do not hope for death. Death will not save
you. It will only further our goals and help us to meet our own
ends. Wish only for the goals of the Dungeon. Those are your
only salvation. Because as we rise in power and wealth, so will
you. Time is your only ally; time will help sharpen your mind,
sharpen your resolve. To be part of the Dungeon is a glorious
thing you are part of something that will transits the ages.
Time and space itself is nothing to us, our will only limits our
power. Nothing can stand in our way because we do not exist in
the real world. We exist in the mind. Nothing can stop us
because we are nothing.
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Entry 2: (9/6/12)
By: The Master Date: September 24, 2012, 11:38 am
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We meet again my young ones. It is time for another chapter in
the epilogue of a programmer's hell. At this point in our
meaningless life we are sitting in Data (****) Base class led by
our fearless HARPY of a teacher. Our minds are slowly be drained
of all joy and willingness to survive. Our very souls are slowly
being leached. But alas we pay to be here. With my trusty
companion captain Kollin of everDale (west of hell in a nice
place with lots of trees). We shield our minds from the
relentless assault of bullshit by passing the time playing
checkers with the locals, using toes of tortured networkers as
pieces. We use big toes as kings that way we can keep up you
know. No need arguing when since we are already in hell. Need to
have a little good sportsmanship. Without that what are we left
with? We are left with nothing but a needless rage to kill. Last
time we cut lose they called it the Spanish inquisition.
Hahahaha posers. But since the developers of Mass Effect sold us
their souls we have had some free time on our hands. With so
many souls to feed on we can just lean back in old everDale and
enjoy the breeze by the lake. Dink a few mimosas and watch the
game on TV. Things are nice here in everDale.
Oh and P.S. I heard somewhere through the grapevine that
someone is building a shrine to someone named Mrs. Sanford. I do
not know who this person is, but quit it. You know there can be
only one lord of darkness and it is not named someone named Mrs.
Sanford. What kind of name is that? OHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO Mrs.
SANFORD is coming. Hahahaha don't make me laugh. That name could
not strike fear into the heart of a kitten.
Sleep well my children.
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Entry 3: (9/11/12)
By: The Master Date: September 24, 2012, 11:38 am
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Today my children we will talk about our true enemy Adobe (****)
flash. I am too angry at this moment to go any further, but just
know soon I will be removing my fist from a helpless and
innocent monitor, and pulling keys from a keyboard out of my
forehead.
Now that your fearless leader has a belly full of coffee and a
blueberry muffin, I am ready to devour the souls of the innocent
and **** out glory for the DUNGEON! Now that that is out of the
way, my trusty companion captain Kollin of everDale and I are
ready to go forth on an ass-kicking spree of epic proportions.
There will be no room left in hell. Fat people on weight
watchers will **** their pants. So today, I am going to feature
a member of the group that will be added to my cohords. Today is
David "The Quad Dream Fucker" day. He fucks people's dreams. He
takes someone's dream and fucks it. He takes something that you
set your heart on, something that you try your hardest to
obtain, and David reams it. In seeing "little ****" Haden crying
I have a new and renewed respect for David "The Quad Dream
Fucker".
Now that that is out of the way it is time for me to do some
sort of class work so I do not claw my eyes out with the sheer
rage that I have for Mrs. Sanford. Signing off is Edvad "The
Master".... now go for my children and plunder.
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Entry 4: (9/12/12)
By: The Master Date: September 24, 2012, 11:39 am
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Hello again my children this is Edvad (aka scourge of the
living) here with another update. It may be a short one here
today. I am not too angry yet so I do not know if this will be
funny or not. The posts my underlings seem to love so much come
to me when I am angry or frustrated with the bullshit world
around me. For example..... *cough* mmmh mhhh mhhh. THIS BULL
**** COUNTRY WE LIVE IN IS A PILE OF ****. Thanks to old "little
****" Haden I am all political now. I say Let's get back to the
basics, take all of these government fuckers out back and shoot
them and start fresh. Let's stop providing for the scum of our
society. Let's stop holding their hands and shielding them from
the world. They know what we are doing and they know that we
will keep giving them money so they can just keep **** up. This
is what I say..... *cough* *cough* **** EM. That is what I say.
You earn what you make and you reap what you sow. This country
has strayed so far from its roots that we might as well be ****
French. This is ridiculous. I do not think of myself as a
"crazy" or "radical" person but damn these politicians drive me
up the wall. If any of our founding fathers were alive they
would blow their brains out in 5 minutes after seeing what we
have done.
There, I am done for today before I shoot Haden just for fun of
it. I know I seem a little out of character today, just blame
Haden
Sleep well my children.
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Entry 5: (9/21/12)
By: The Master Date: September 24, 2012, 11:40 am
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The master has been discouraged. I was hoping that my forum
would take off. I Believe I am going to move this Manifesto to
the forum. But if my followers wished it so, I will keep it here
in the DropBox folder.
I am heartbroken, I have no motivation as of this moment in
time. I normally have something to rant about, something to
divulge and free from my very soul to entertain you and make
myself feel better in the process. It is some strange sort of
therapy where you, the reader, gets a laugh and me, the writer,
gets to yell from his keyboard about random shit that really has
no meaning. However, in some strange sort of way I feel better
about my day knowing I made someone laugh and I have a little
less stress in my life. I think that you people should try this.
It is an odd sensation, it is like talking to a crowd, but not
really talking. It is more telling, more of a story that you can
make up on the fly. There is magic in it. I know this is
different from my normal posts but you are my children now and I
want you to take the spotlight, start you own thread in the
forum.
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9/25/2012
By: The Master Date: September 25, 2012, 12:12 pm
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[glow=green,2,300](9/25/2012)[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]The Master[/glow] is not happy. Today is
not a good day. Fire will rain down on a small town in Nebraska
because I am pissed. The Master now has lost two points in his
Flash torture room thanks to my sister. Oh what a Lesser Devil
she turned out to be. Just because she is slow in the morning I
have to suffer. I think I should let her have a turn in the
torture pit. See if that speeds her ass up in the morning. A
swift kick in the cunt should do the trick.
As for The Dungeon, I have high expectations for this
place. One day I hope to turn it in to some type of company. I
feel like I could take the creative like-minded people like
myself to new heights. I can see it now. Our logo on the opening
credits of some amazing game or software that will change the
face of the computing world. I think my [glow=blue,2,300]Twisted
sense of hummer[/glow] could change the world one day. I think
as a group we could do something amazing. And it all starts here
and now.
I was just yelled at by some lesser demon I will be back
soon......
...
....
Ok I'm back. After some battle with our friendly false
deity Miss Sanford I am now able to return to the task at hand.
Where was I.... Oh yes I was getting to the funny part of
today's update.
Today's goal will be to take over a small part of the
world. I think we should proclaim some territory as our own and
abolish the government. So we can set up a mega upload of our
own. That way the government can not take us down. What do you
think. We could start our rampage upon the internet from a safe
zone. We could play tag with china or something. I do not know.
We could go for the largest pool of pirated data in the world.
Go for our own little spot in the world record books. haha I can
see it now right after world largest socks.
Well that's all for today my Mistress is upset with me I
have to go slaughter a village in her name or something.
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(10/26/2012)
By: The Master Date: October 26, 2012, 5:45 pm
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[glow=green,2,300]Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping into
the future.[/glow]
Hello my Children this is your fearless leader here. I
have been away for some time now, but alas i am back. Kinda like
herpes I'm the gift that keeps on giving. So we have much to
talk about and not to much time left to do it. Our time in
[glow=red,2,300]The Dungeon[/glow] comes to end. Like the
passing of an era we have left our dark mark on lab 102. Kinda
like that shit stain in your favorite underwear. You don't know
how you made it, but damn are you proud of it.
It pains me to say this but our time as a group is
coming to a fold. Soon we will be going are different ways.
Spreading our own form of pestilence and disease upon the earth.
Some of us may even procreate and heighten the national alert
color. My dreams for [glow=red,2,300]The Dungeon[/glow] where
never fully realized. I had plans for us. I wanted to take over
hell with you guys. I wanted to overthrow the false messiah
(Bill Gates) and raise a flag of a penguin over the Microsoft
empire. But alas my dreams may never come true but at least I
had some good times with you guys in [glow=red,2,300]The
Dungeon[/glow]. It was our own personal land of free thinking
and experimentation. I felt like Bill Nine The FUCKING Science
guy in there, and you guys where my personal minions of
destruction.
All in all it has been a good run with you gentlemen. I
hope to see you all in EverDale one day.
P.S.
Remember,
Death is only the beginning.
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