the page until she found what she was looking for.
It was a post in a thread about conspiracy theories on some long-abandoned forum. There had been pictures among the text at one point, but the links to whichever hosting service the author had used were no longer valid.
so a irl friend of mine told me about this dangerus secret socity called the EVANJELICUL ORDER OF DAVID in MA. it is a secret socity about the cult of dagon their God with links to FREEMASONS and the VATICAN CHURHC and other secret socitys and they have something todo with SCIENCEOLOGY. he said it started way back and was close down by the FBI who used a submareen to bomb the headqarters but then it came back in 1970 disgised as a church. they do experments on people by holding them underwater or sumthing and he reckuns they use special poisons from the sea to give u branewashing but if u talk shit about them they sue you. LOL i will probably get sued for this post lol!!1! ohh and they also believ in the end of the world something that they call CTHULHU and only they will servive because they will go and live in the sea!!!
The other posters in the thread were less than impressed with this story, some seeming to take rather personally the fact that someone had announced a cult of which they had never heard. Yet, there was that word again that she had seen sprayed on the wall near the docks. Cthulhu. Coincidence? Maybe the author of this illiterate internet screed was a local, repeating some youth meme peculiar to the area.
“Special poisons from the sea”. Carla could think of dozens of poisons found in fish and algae – saxitoxin, ciguatoxin, cholera toxin, tetrodotoxin, brevetoxin, pectenotoxin; many of them with profound neurological effects - but she couldn’t conceive of a role for them in “branewashing”.
Her phone began to ring with the special bleating tone she had assigned to calls coming from her boss. He must be back from his bioterror seminar, no doubt full of good Italian food and wine, and implausible tales of how he had been the hit of the conference, putting the Europeans in their place and impressing everyone. Carla shoved her plate away, closed her eyes and reluctantly answered it. “Hi Terry.”
“Carla! Hi, Terry here. Just back from Florence, not seeing any e-mails here from you, thought I’d better check in with you. You still down in Massachusetts?”
“That’s right. Still here.”
“Right, right ...” he sounded distracted, and she could hear him typing away in the background. “And, er, how’s that going? Progress?”
Carla sighed. “I don’t know, it’s a tough one Terry. I’m seeing a lot of symptoms, but the locals aren’t exactly co-operative and there’s no kind of pattern I’m picking up.”
“Uh-huh, alright. Well, you found any kind of infectious process? Any evidence of transmission? What’s the epi like?”
“Well, no. I think we’re looking at something hereditary, maybe environmental. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I might know more in a few days.”
“Sure, I get you. Well, look, if it’s not contagious then just shove it back to the EPA would you? They caught this one, we’ve sent you down there, they can’t ask for more than that now. I need you back here. Rod managed to break his leg in Colorado. The others are wrapping up there, but he’s going to be out of action for weeks now and we’ve got casework piling up.”
“How’d he do that?”
“Who, Rod? Took a tumble on the slopes. Nothing too major, but enough that he can’t really go crawling through the ventilation system with a respirator on anymore, y’know what I mean? Anyway, they’ve nailed the source, they’re all heading back before the weekend. How about you?”
“Er, well, I need at least a few more days to get to the bottom of this one. Even to get
It was a post in a thread about conspiracy theories on some long-abandoned forum. There had been pictures among the text at one point, but the links to whichever hosting service the author had used were no longer valid.
so a irl friend of mine told me about this dangerus secret socity called the EVANJELICUL ORDER OF DAVID in MA. it is a secret socity about the cult of dagon their God with links to FREEMASONS and the VATICAN CHURHC and other secret socitys and they have something todo with SCIENCEOLOGY. he said it started way back and was close down by the FBI who used a submareen to bomb the headqarters but then it came back in 1970 disgised as a church. they do experments on people by holding them underwater or sumthing and he reckuns they use special poisons from the sea to give u branewashing but if u talk shit about them they sue you. LOL i will probably get sued for this post lol!!1! ohh and they also believ in the end of the world something that they call CTHULHU and only they will servive because they will go and live in the sea!!!
The other posters in the thread were less than impressed with this story, some seeming to take rather personally the fact that someone had announced a cult of which they had never heard. Yet, there was that word again that she had seen sprayed on the wall near the docks. Cthulhu. Coincidence? Maybe the author of this illiterate internet screed was a local, repeating some youth meme peculiar to the area.
“Special poisons from the sea”. Carla could think of dozens of poisons found in fish and algae – saxitoxin, ciguatoxin, cholera toxin, tetrodotoxin, brevetoxin, pectenotoxin; many of them with profound neurological effects - but she couldn’t conceive of a role for them in “branewashing”.
Her phone began to ring with the special bleating tone she had assigned to calls coming from her boss. He must be back from his bioterror seminar, no doubt full of good Italian food and wine, and implausible tales of how he had been the hit of the conference, putting the Europeans in their place and impressing everyone. Carla shoved her plate away, closed her eyes and reluctantly answered it. “Hi Terry.”
“Carla! Hi, Terry here. Just back from Florence, not seeing any e-mails here from you, thought I’d better check in with you. You still down in Massachusetts?”
“That’s right. Still here.”
“Right, right ...” he sounded distracted, and she could hear him typing away in the background. “And, er, how’s that going? Progress?”
Carla sighed. “I don’t know, it’s a tough one Terry. I’m seeing a lot of symptoms, but the locals aren’t exactly co-operative and there’s no kind of pattern I’m picking up.”
“Uh-huh, alright. Well, you found any kind of infectious process? Any evidence of transmission? What’s the epi like?”
“Well, no. I think we’re looking at something hereditary, maybe environmental. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I might know more in a few days.”
“Sure, I get you. Well, look, if it’s not contagious then just shove it back to the EPA would you? They caught this one, we’ve sent you down there, they can’t ask for more than that now. I need you back here. Rod managed to break his leg in Colorado. The others are wrapping up there, but he’s going to be out of action for weeks now and we’ve got casework piling up.”
“How’d he do that?”
“Who, Rod? Took a tumble on the slopes. Nothing too major, but enough that he can’t really go crawling through the ventilation system with a respirator on anymore, y’know what I mean? Anyway, they’ve nailed the source, they’re all heading back before the weekend. How about you?”
“Er, well, I need at least a few more days to get to the bottom of this one. Even to get
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