NecroCommie
10th August 2009, 01:20
Greetings my well known comrades! Aye, 'tis me, NecroCommie. You know me for a trick or two, but I always kept an aura of mysterious darkness around me as if wearing a cloak of unanswered questions. It is so that I happened to roam through the dusty archives of my ancient posts, when I revealed a terrible secret best to have left untouched by light.
In my past arrogance I had decided not to introduce myself. This has no doubt left you all scarred in agony as I have snobbishly populated your lair unknown. This is a wrong now to be undone for good.
It was a stormy night in the year of crumbling walls, known to some as 1989, that I first gazed upon the features of this earthern realm. It was immediately clear to me that something was wrong in the world, and somehow felt sad for reasons unknown. I grew up in an uneasy ignorance and I hungered for answers that were never to come.
My parents were both from the caste of the workers, yet bribed by this dark kingdom to follow its nefarious ideals. Despite the brainwashing, my parents' original caste teachings were passed down to me with the more sinister ones. Later in life I enlightened in the situation of the world and I did cast off the foul teachings that were intented to enslave me.
Years I lived with the roar of defiance in my voice, and with the grin of struggle in my face. At every possible turn I questioned and reflected, ever leaving me more unsatisfied with the answers provided to me by the vile minions and servants of the land. I felt that my strength was fading, and the fight seemed all the more desperate. I was sure that the end had come.
As I descended to the dark thoughts of fascism and other rot, a chance of redemption offered itself to me. In a mass of educated minds, yay in the convention of most clairvoyant academics I did find my answer. A brotherhood of righteousness presented itself to me. Long did we struggle with our minds, my mind held at bay by the wrongness of rightist thoughts. But in the end I was presented an address. A cybercode of comradeship, which I immediately researched. Through that code I did find myriad answers and communities, all supporting each other. And when I finally found my way here, I did see the light. At once I became the lord penitent, an arbiter of righteous ideas.
The rest is ofcourse history, with me spreading my angelic presence across the world of virtuality. I hope one finds this tale inspiring, as inspiring perhaps as the bards who wrought ballads of it. If this is to be, then perhaps there is hope in this world after all...
In my past arrogance I had decided not to introduce myself. This has no doubt left you all scarred in agony as I have snobbishly populated your lair unknown. This is a wrong now to be undone for good.
It was a stormy night in the year of crumbling walls, known to some as 1989, that I first gazed upon the features of this earthern realm. It was immediately clear to me that something was wrong in the world, and somehow felt sad for reasons unknown. I grew up in an uneasy ignorance and I hungered for answers that were never to come.
My parents were both from the caste of the workers, yet bribed by this dark kingdom to follow its nefarious ideals. Despite the brainwashing, my parents' original caste teachings were passed down to me with the more sinister ones. Later in life I enlightened in the situation of the world and I did cast off the foul teachings that were intented to enslave me.
Years I lived with the roar of defiance in my voice, and with the grin of struggle in my face. At every possible turn I questioned and reflected, ever leaving me more unsatisfied with the answers provided to me by the vile minions and servants of the land. I felt that my strength was fading, and the fight seemed all the more desperate. I was sure that the end had come.
As I descended to the dark thoughts of fascism and other rot, a chance of redemption offered itself to me. In a mass of educated minds, yay in the convention of most clairvoyant academics I did find my answer. A brotherhood of righteousness presented itself to me. Long did we struggle with our minds, my mind held at bay by the wrongness of rightist thoughts. But in the end I was presented an address. A cybercode of comradeship, which I immediately researched. Through that code I did find myriad answers and communities, all supporting each other. And when I finally found my way here, I did see the light. At once I became the lord penitent, an arbiter of righteous ideas.
The rest is ofcourse history, with me spreading my angelic presence across the world of virtuality. I hope one finds this tale inspiring, as inspiring perhaps as the bards who wrought ballads of it. If this is to be, then perhaps there is hope in this world after all...