PROCEDURE 110-MONTAUK
A Retrospective
A very small number of you are concerned by the title of this article, but I can only assure you that this is something far worse.1
A LONG TIME AGO
A long time ago, nerds fixated on the idea of creepypasta. Format and constraint breed continuity and ingenuity, so, a fiction website was born.2
So, so much came from this place, more than you’d realize even if you considered it. Ideas seeded in to the night, passed around.
This is your regular reminder that every single one of these corpogovs is a parasite upon your innate perfect self, Dear Reader, truly the breadth and beauty of what people can get up to when left to their passions is astounding.
As much as the flame repels the dark, it also serves as beacon to the night.
The story is as old as time, and ends happily3 but it’s worth consideration of what was brought about, if only for a lesson through comparative topology.
The darkest thing, from the darkest time, was the ritualized rape of a child.
A young child, who could not be killed, or allowed to die, and whose daily ritualized rape prevented the world from ending.
CONSIDERATIONS ON MORAL EVENT HORIZONS
An event horizon is usefully and simply described as “the point of no return”.
The point where you lean just a bit too far in a chair.
To prevent the fictional organization within the fictional framing around the ritualized child rape from crossing the moral event horizon and therefore ‘losing the reader’, it is repeatedly noted that this is also traumatic for the people doing the child rape.4
I want to clarify simply here, I am not bullying the fictional universe, the real life website, the real life writers, either the ones who were against,5 or the one(s) involved in creating the specific fictional child rape engine narrative framing6 of which I’m speaking.
I will specifically bully the fictional concept, though.
SELECTED MUSINGS ON FICTIONAL HYPOTHETICALS
Imagine, if you will.
You are a fictional shadow organization.
You have bound gods.
You have breached the aether between hypothetical could-have-beens, immanetizing eschaton on demand.
Your temporal department invented itself.
A sub-division of your organization fended off something which ate entire bundles of realities like lunch, by itself, and forgotten, long after the world ended.
You have lost count of the times you’ve reversed death itself.
You have an entire facility dedicated to resetting the entire planet, including its recorded history and population, on demand
YOU ARE THE MOTHERFUCKING [redacted].
It’s a funny consideration, a world-spanning organization dedicated to suppression and “maintaining normality” going
Aw jeez man, we just- we just gotta! Aw jeez man!
Yet deleting the impossible yet harmless has no price it cannot command.
MAYBE THE MOST DAMNED ARE THOSE WHO HOLD THEIR EVILS NECESSARY
FURTHER IDLE SPECULATION OF MINIMAL NOTE
Imagine a world-spanning corpogov of various density that justified the industrialized rape of more than one child, constantly?
Imagine if the children were then, sometimes, not always, killed and eaten?
AW JEEZ, IT’S NOT LIKE WE CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!
Simply imagine it.
I’ve heard tell that one ought not use stylistic emphasis and to that I say sure, and actors ought not sing and singers ought not dance.
I never made an account, unfortunately. I am shy.
Wait, history has not ended? Hm. Perhaps these swords should not all be beaten to plows…
How unfortunate.
You love to see it.
Commentary withheld for the purposes of brevity.