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DAY ONE: Even in this age where finding of science inflates with astounding speed, still there are gaps in our knowledge, not of a kind eventually conquered with trial and hypothesis but of a kind whose presence itself defies humanity's basic fascination with logical orderly world. These inexpressible phenomenons challenge our fundamental perspective to such an extent that wise men among us treat it with skepticism and mockery, unconsciously insulating themselves from the unthinkable with armor of disdain. Thus I am probably a fool, for surely this account will be ridiculed and forgotten in spite of – because of – my sincerity, yet nevertheless I feel obligated to record the truth behind happenings of Tiel Massacre, in a forlorn hope that perhaps one day we as a society will evolve enough for our descendents to see this tale not as the ramblings of shell-shocked madman. I fear it may be the closest form of solace the victims will ever have.
It all began, ironically, with arrival of the men.
At the time I was staying in the motel with Dr. Mariell, psychiatrist who through correspondences managed to invoke my curiosity. He wrote of a case with imagery so vivid and unsettling that he further delved onto the matter, to discover the town where the patient had initially developed his symptoms had superstition of disturbingly similar detail. I as a writer once visited Tiel while writing about esoteric locales in America, and the good doctor sought me for my expertise as he planned to do the same thing.
Tiel is small village of less than a thousand population, surrounded by mountain on three sides and accessible only by long drive along the dirt road desperately wanting in maintenance. I must admit the town hardly caught my attention back then; it was just featured as one of those insular, old-fashioned rural communities which are in fact found quite easily if you actually spend the effort. However, when Dr. Mariell came knocking with right set of questions, it became obvious that the townsfolk shared a belief considerably less mundane. There was a tyranny of superstition.
Everyone avoided the mountain range situated southeast from the village, where according to legend something terrible lurked. The extent this vague myth was adhered to was surreal- entire custom had been created around this single assertion, creating the atmosphere of prevalent deference. I refrain from calling it fear. Despite their conviction that powerful eldritch force resided beside them, they did not seem that concerned either- as long as it went respected and undisturbed.
Three days after entering Tiel, Dr. Marriel and I were debating fiercely on whether to check the forbidden site or not. I do not know what he believed, but intensity in these people – some concealed madness waiting to be sparked I thought – was such that I genuinely feared of my safety should we get caught trying to sneak in. And there was something else. Maybe it was collective behavior of the townsfolk, but
[SUMMARY]
* Mafia moves in the forbidden zone before talker make decision
* One people is found dead having suicided in strange manner
* Group of townies clearly think it is fault of mafia for disturbing whatever it is, and will enter the forbidden zone to purge them.
It all began, ironically, with arrival of the men.
At the time I was staying in the motel with Dr. Mariell, psychiatrist who through correspondences managed to invoke my curiosity. He wrote of a case with imagery so vivid and unsettling that he further delved onto the matter, to discover the town where the patient had initially developed his symptoms had superstition of disturbingly similar detail. I as a writer once visited Tiel while writing about esoteric locales in America, and the good doctor sought me for my expertise as he planned to do the same thing.
Tiel is small village of less than a thousand population, surrounded by mountain on three sides and accessible only by long drive along the dirt road desperately wanting in maintenance. I must admit the town hardly caught my attention back then; it was just featured as one of those insular, old-fashioned rural communities which are in fact found quite easily if you actually spend the effort. However, when Dr. Mariell came knocking with right set of questions, it became obvious that the townsfolk shared a belief considerably less mundane. There was a tyranny of superstition.
Everyone avoided the mountain range situated southeast from the village, where according to legend something terrible lurked. The extent this vague myth was adhered to was surreal- entire custom had been created around this single assertion, creating the atmosphere of prevalent deference. I refrain from calling it fear. Despite their conviction that powerful eldritch force resided beside them, they did not seem that concerned either- as long as it went respected and undisturbed.
Three days after entering Tiel, Dr. Marriel and I were debating fiercely on whether to check the forbidden site or not. I do not know what he believed, but intensity in these people – some concealed madness waiting to be sparked I thought – was such that I genuinely feared of my safety should we get caught trying to sneak in. And there was something else. Maybe it was collective behavior of the townsfolk, but
[SUMMARY]
* Mafia moves in the forbidden zone before talker make decision
* One people is found dead having suicided in strange manner
* Group of townies clearly think it is fault of mafia for disturbing whatever it is, and will enter the forbidden zone to purge them.
Hesmyrr, Townie (Insane), was found dead.
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The deadline ends at August 25 2011 23:45 KST, which is 14:45 GMT (+00:00)
EXTENSION WAS USED; The FINAL deadline is August 26 2011 23:46 KST, which is 14:46 GMT (+00:00)
