Yeah... no need to jump the gun. We'll nuke the Horrors in good time.

That sounds about right. I wanna see a group of SRs take on Verjigorm...

They'd go 'squish.'
Or 'clunk' in the case of the troll sam.

I can't belive this thread is still going. Almost a whole year between two posts and here we are again. Wow...


Thanos

Heh.

round and round it goes, when it will, stop no one knows.....

Hey! Dunkelzhan belived that given time metahumanity could overcome the Horrors. And I've ALWAYS been one to place my trust in the talons of a Great Dragon.

Damn straight.

AH, you hanging around? If you've got the time, we could use the text of Ysrthgrathe's open letter to humanity.

~J

I know about the open letter, it just reinforces my claim that Humans are meaner than the Horrors. They're spawned that way, we actually work hard at it.

That's what Tempter and Bone Crown are for.

~J

And that's what Stalin, Hitler and Pol Pot are for.

Yep. That's what we do: evolve. (...stronger, faster, meaner, better...)

We're not becoming what we fight, we're becoming better than what we fight.

There are plenty of examples of this. Look at The Punisher or Batman (the Dark Knight version).

Oh, and talking about Batman? I've discovered a truism about Bats... He never loses. Even if he loses, he wins. Batman always wins.

Even if metahumanity loses, we win. Humans always win.

I'm sure there's a clever way to get the horrors that isn't going into space or nuking them.

I'll get back to you all when I think of one.

Within the Mind of Ysrthgrathe

The following account was excerpted from the journal of Noleta of Iopos. Most schoalrs believe Noleta was possessed by the Horror called Ysrthgrathe at the time she wrote these words, and that they represent the thoughts of the Horror itself. If this is true, then these passages are a truy invaluable record of the consciousness of a powerful and deadly Horror. Noleta killed herself shortly after committing these words to paper.
-Elko Mar, apprentice scholar, Library of Throal, 1507 TH

I had forgotten what the world felt like to a Name-giver form. It is a pity that this body is all but used up, for I have had such enjoyment with it. But it has been all too short, far too short. Yes, in this body I can remember why Name-givers are always in such a hurry. Their fragile bodies are decaying as they live in them! Each breath they take leads them closer to the grave. What a constant worry that must be for them.

This one foolishly asked for immortality. I gave it to her, of course. Don't I always oblige the requests made of me? But she didn't ask for eternal youth. What an unfortunate oversight.

As I write these words using her withered hands, I bask in the memory of her despair when she realized what she had done. Such wailing and tearful pleadings. But that's always the way of it. These Name-givers are so eager to grasp at what they cannot understand. And then they despair when they realize how they have been misled. Ah, but their cries provide such solace to my soul.

I have known the universe for far longer than I can recall. My memory spans this world, and worlds from long times before; times when we came to the world took it sweet life and caused such beautiful pain. Like now.

True, they were more preapred for us this time. But that only made my work all the more challenging. Their foolish beliefs in their runes and wardings, their childish illusions of saftey and security-how delightful it was to tear their meager protections apart! Not all at once, of course. Granted, such crudity is the hallmark of some of my kind, and in younger times I too took my pleasure quickly and crudely. But age has given me an appreciation of subtelty. I no longer rush to destroy, but rather linger and take what I will slowly.

My honesty no doubt horrifies you Name-givers, for you like to think yourselves better than my kind. But you do not know how we are made in your image. The longer we spend with you, the more like you we become. For do we not feel pain when we are cut? Do we not bleed from our wounds? Do we not take pleasure in our work? Do we not experience what you call the finer emotions?

Without us, you Name-givers would be at each other's throats. Even with the Scourge over, you still battle one another. Over what? Property? We give you something you can look down upon, a dark foil to contrast with your imagined superiority. Without us, you would have to look into your souls and face the ugliness there.

You are greedy and vain, petty and opportunistic. You covet that which is not yours. And sometimes, when coveting is not enough, you take without permission. You trample over each other like elephants-for emtoions, money, land. It doesn't matter. WE are not the evil ones. You are.

But that is neither here nor there.

Personally, I find it most annoying that Name-givers provide such limited vehicles for our pleasures. Oh, I have certainly found more than enough willing to dance with me. But few have fuilfilled my deepest needs. True, the occaisional human or dwarf has withstood years of torment, but they all die unexpectedly and deprive me of my amusement.
Once I managed to trap an obsidiman, but even that experience disappointed me in the end.

I have amused myself from trime to time with these others, but for me the fullest satisfaction came from one source. For years, decades, centuries, I waited for her to come. Our union was a banquet of suffering. All the others were but a preparation for this one, for the wedding of need and longing. I have tried to find solace with others, but I shall always rturn to her-my most constant desire, my faithful victim.

When I rip the love from new prey, does it give me pleasure? A bit, perhaps, but never nearly as much as I took from her. When I steal the self-respect from another, does it please me as well? No. I confess that everything palls before the happiness she gave me. And I shall punish all of them for it. Punish them for not giving me enough of what I need, for not being her.

Not just Lung... his erstwhile protege Ryumyo as well.

Maybe those Indian Holy Men infused their province with Love. Which was how Karmasutra came about!

They flooded the energy barrier between astral space and the physical world with positive emotional energy, as I recall. However, Akarenti fails to mention that when the mana level stopped dropping, they all vanished into thin air, never to to be seen again. Rather difficult to consult them on their technique, now, is it not?

[/edit] Though I do enjoy the thought of a cult whose motto was "Defeat the Horrors through Ritual Tantric Sex Magic! Make Love. not War!"

wow. Topic is almost a year old.

Voted yes.

Lock and Load.

Ha! So, we win!

No worriers. We'd win. Celebration sex for all!! (Even us geeks.)

Yeah, baby, yeah. Groovy, baby. We've the mojo, baby.

Gimme some sugar.

AH: Thanks, I owe you one

Horror counter to ritual sex magic: bad sex.

~J

De nada.

I'll sign you up for both the "Premature Ejaculation, Manaburn, and You" seminar and the "Toxic Tantric Mages and Prison Rape: A Comparison" lecture at the next Industrial Sex Magic Convention, sponsored by Ryan Mercury, who will be giving a personal briefing on "Sexual Healing".

Sweet.

Our next episode on the Awakened Sex series on Discovery Channel explores Condom limited Spells and Phallic Power Foci.

History Channel will document the ancient rituals of the 4th World in Sex against Horrors: A question of potency.

But can I bring my dikoted AVS ally spirit?

Only if you have sex with it.

This proves the Toturi Theorum which states: All threads will derail into Sex, AVS and Dikoted Ally Spirits.

It is for me ... I've never had 'bad' sex, but I've had a lot of mediocre sex that I would repeat in a heartbeat.

I have though, had bad pizza!

Aye, never bad sex, but defintly bad pizza...

Weird. Since the thread was resurrected, in the last two days the new votes have gone something like 6-to-1 for metahumanity, when it used to be 5-to-4. Oldies are more often horror-fans than newbies?