dggilluminatus

Digging your asses up from page 10. B)

Before manner was, ye Elder ones were, and even yet their lord dwelleth amonge ye shadows to which if a manne sette his foote he maye not turn upon his track. And ye mortal which gaineth to ye black citadels of Koth and speaks with ye Darke Lord whose face is hidden, for a price may he gain hys heartes desire, ryches and knowledge beyond countinge and lyffe beyond mortal span even two hundred and fiftie yeares. Let not ye mortals flynche as ye tyme draweth nigh for payment and ye fires of Hel laye hold upon ye vytals as the sign of reckoninge. For ye Prince of Darkness taketh hys due in ye endde and he is not to bee cozened. What ye have promised, that shall ye deliver. Amonge ye sonnes of men glide strange shadows for ever. Men see ye tracks of ye talones but not ye feete that make them. Over ye souls of men spread great black wingges. There is but one Black Master though men called hym Sathanas and Beelzebub and Apolleon and Ahriman and Malik Tous. Approacheth now ye moment of payment. Ye ravens are flying. Ye bats winge against ye skye. There are skulls in ye starres. Ye soul and ye bodie are promised and shall bee delivered uppe. Not to ye dust agayne nor ye elements from which springe lyfe. Ye abyss yawns and ye debt is to paye. Ye light fayles, ye shadows gather. There is no god but evil; no lite but darkness; no hope but doom. Oh winges in ye black darke! Oh redde eyes in ye shadows! What is promised, what is writ in bloode is fulfilled! Ye lite is gulfed in blackness! Ya.......Koth! A friendly bump from your friends at ROK.

Before manner was, ye Elder ones were, and even yet their lord dwelleth amonge ye shadows to which if a manne sette his foote he maye not turn upon his track. And ye mortal which gaineth to ye black citadels of Koth and speaks with ye Darke Lord whose face is hidden, for a price may he gain hys heartes desire, ryches and knowledge beyond countinge and lyffe beyond mortal span even two hundred and fiftie yeares. Let not ye mortals flynche as ye tyme draweth nigh for payment and ye fires of Hel laye hold upon ye vytals as the sign of reckoninge. For ye Prince of Darkness taketh hys due in ye endde and he is not to bee cozened. What ye have promised, that shall ye deliver. Amonge ye sonnes of men glide strange shadows for ever. Men see ye tracks of ye talones but not ye feete that make them. Over ye souls of men spread great black wingges. There is but one Black Master though men called hym Sathanas and Beelzebub and Apolleon and Ahriman and Malik Tous. Approacheth now ye moment of payment. Ye ravens are flying. Ye bats winge against ye skye. There are skulls in ye starres. Ye soul and ye bodie are promised and shall bee delivered uppe. Not to ye dust agayne nor ye elements from which springe lyfe. Ye abyss yawns and ye debt is to paye. Ye light fayles, ye shadows gather. There is no god but evil; no lite but darkness; no hope but doom. Oh winges in ye black darke! Oh redde eyes in ye shadows! What is promised, what is writ in bloode is fulfilled! Ye lite is gulfed in blackness! Ya.......Koth! Oh yeah........Join Rok!

Shine! The starry light may shine. So wisdom shall be mine from all space and time. Shine! O haunter of the dark. My soul shall now be thine, thy knowledge must be mine. I gazed into its window (and) saw the three lobed burning eye, the titan blur on black wings - now I am it and it is I! Black Pharaoh they call me though Nephren-Ka's my name and among the folk of (the) Nile I spread my poison reign. Shine! The starry light may shine. So wisdom shall be mine from all space and time. Shine! O haunter of the dark. My soul shall now be thine, thy knowledge must be mine.

Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business, as the day Would quake to look on. Hamlet, Act III, scene ii

CEREAL FUN FACTS: Starch dust generated in the manufacture of cereal can be highly explosive. Sugar Smacks smell like Japanese tea. General Mills once considered making a cereal out of seaweed. George Mann, the actor who portrayed the King Vitamin mascot in the early seventies, was a well-known drunk who was often intoxicated while filming the commercials. In the fifties, due to a printing error, boxes of Grape-Nuts were delivered to grocery stores with the typo "$%&@-Nuts." edit: damn censors..........use your imagination then

CANDY FUN FACTS: Americans consume 20.7 pounds of candy per person every year. The Dutch eat three times as much. As part of a 1997 medical study to determine whether candy causes tooth decay, Swedish dentists force-fed candy to mentally challenged people. Before becoming the president and chief operating officer of Brach's candies, Kevin Martin worked for the Alpo Pet Food Company. If you microwave a marshmallow peep, it will expand to five times its original size. Enough jelly beans are made each year to fill 3.5 million Easter baskets, or to circle the Earth nearly three times. A Denver-based pet-waste-management company ("We pick up where your dog leaves off") called itself the Tootsie Roll Patrol until Tootsie Roll's lawyers ordered it to stop.

During the last years of the reign of Pharaoh Zoser, a man known as Nephren-Ka came to Khemet. Nephren-Ka was a powerful sorceror; he brought madness and death to his enemies with a word or a glance. The stories say that he came from an ancient city in the deserts of Arabia, whose name was Irem, the City of Pillars. All who know of this place hold it in dread. Nephren-Ka impressed Pharaoh with his power and knowledge of things hidden, and Pharaoh made him Vizier, second only to Pharaoh throughout the land.Nephren-Ka revived the worship of an old, foul god – the Black Pharaoh. Soon Nephren-Ka and the Black Pharaoh were interchangeable in the minds of the people. Now no one can distinguish their deeds. Pharaoh Zoser died of a wasting disease, and the sorceror proclaimed himself Pharaoh. For many years the Black Pharaoh fought with Zoser’s sons for control of the land. So great was the power of the Black Pharaoh that no record of Zoser’s sons now remains. For a time, Nephren-Ka ruled the land and its peoples. It was said that Nephren-Ka was served by a huge beast, of which the Sphinx is but a small, inaccurate representation.The voice of Nephren-Ka was said to have been carried throughout the land within a black wind, a wind which destroyed at his whim.Nephren-Ka built the Labyrinth of Kish, a place of darkness and despair. Here he practiced many foul sorceries. At last a hero named Sneferu arose, and with the aid of Isis and Bast thwarted the evil magic and slew Nephren-Ka. Sneferu then ruled as Pharaoh and brought the favor of the gods back to the land. A pyramid was built to contain the soul of Nephren-Ka and to protect the land from his evil magic. The first pyramid was not strong enough to hold the spirit of the Black Pharaoh and it collapsed. A second pyramid was built, with strange geometries calculated by the priests to withstand the power of the Black Pharaoh. This pyramid stood, and the body of Nephren-Ka was entombed, accompanied by the curses of the priests. Yet a third pyramid was built to guard the site, lest Nephren-Ka return from death and plague the land. Pharaoh Sneferu ordered all traces of the Black Pharaoh stricken from the land. Nevertheless, worshipers of the Black Pharaoh remained and schemed for the Black Pharaoh’s return. In time, Pharaoh Khafre, son of Khufu, son of Sneferu, drove these evil ones out of the land and into the hideous swamps beyond the cataracts. The worship of the Black Pharaoh was revived during the reign of Queen Nitocris, after the death of her husband Pharaoh Merenre. It was said that she invited the priests and generals who had conspired to slay her brother to a banquet in a subterranean chamber, then opened a secret door and flooded the chamber with the waters of the Nile. Queen Nitocris unsealed the entrance to the Labyrinth of Kish and learned much from the Black Pharaoh. The land again became a place of darkness and dread. Those who worshiped the true gods were persecuted and lived in fear. When Queen Nitocris gave birth to a son, whom she named Nephren-Ka, the people rose up and slew her. Her body was buried in a secret place, lest any evil ones attempt to recall her soul.

Give me the damn handshake already. Oh..........and a friendly bump from your friends at LEN.

I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the dark planets roll without aim--- Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or luster or name.

The name of the alliance intrigues me so I offer you this bump as a house warming gift. :lol:

Thank you Genghis for clearing that up for me.

Thanks Phil.........it was getting kinda lonely in here

I was under the impression it was Little Rock We have streets named after him and statues of him overlooking the interstate in front of the Temple of the Shrine..... (now I have no idea )

We're an underground revolution working overtime.

A point to anyone that knows where Albert Pike was from............and then another point if you guess where I am from.

"Why", you ask? "Why" is not the question. How? Now, that is a question worth examining. How could I, being born of such, uh... conventional stock, arrive a leader of the rebellion? An escapist from a conformist world, destined to find happiness only in that which cannot be explained? I brought you here for a reason, but unfortunately you and your sentimental minds are doing me no good! My brain is frozen. Locked! I have to break free from this culture of mechanical reproductions and the thick encrustations dying on the surface!

In honor of your recent awesome achievement I would like to present this "Ode to Drinking": Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale, And drink to the present before it shall fail; Pile each on your platter a mountain of beef, For ‘tis eating and drinking that bring us relief: So fill up your glass, For life will soon pass; When you’re dead ye’ll ne’er drink to your king or your lass! Anacreon had a red nose, so they say; But what’s a red nose if ye’re happy and gay? Gad split me! I’d rather be red whilst I’m here, Than white as a lily----and dead half a year! So Betty, my miss, Come give me a kiss; In Hell there’s no innkeeper’s daughter like this! Young Harry, propp’d un just as straight as he’s able, Will soon lose his wig and slip under the table, But fill up your goblets and pass ‘em around---- Better under the table than under the ground! So revel and chaff As ye thirstily quaff: Under six feet of dirt ‘tis less easy to laugh! The fiend strike me blue! I’m scarce able to walk, And damn me if I can stand upright or talk! Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair; I’ll try home for a while, for my wife is not there! So lend me a hand; I’m not able to stand, But I’m gay whilst I linger on top of the land! oh yeah.... a friendly bump from your friends at LEN

To travel in silence/ by a long and circuitous route, / To brave the arrows of misfortune / and fear neither noose nor fire, / To play the greatest of all games / and win, foregoing no expense / is to mock the vicissitudes of Fate/ and gain at last the key / that will unlock the Ninth Gate.

Ole Mulholland

To those who would oppose us in this time of turmoil: Behold! The shadow of my thought shall lie upon them wherever they go, and my hate shall pursue them to the ends of the world. The shadow of my purpose lies upon this planet, and all that is in it bends slowly and surely to my will. But upon all whom you love my thought shall weigh as a cloud of Doom, and it shall bring them down into darkness and despair. Wherever they go, evil shall arise. Whenever they speak, their words shall bring ill counsel. Whatsoever they do shall turn against them. They shall die without hope, cursing both life and death. A friendly bump from your friends at LEN.

Conan's Father: Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky. But Crom is your god, Crom and he lives in the earth. Once, giants lived in the Earth, Conan. And in the darkness of chaos, they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered. And the Earth shook. Fire and wind struck down these giants, and they threw their bodies into the waters, but in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel and left it on the battlefield. We who found it are just men. Not gods. Not giants. Just men. The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one - no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts. [Points to sword] Conan's Father: This you can trust.

OMG!!! The Giant Flesh-Eating Demon Squid has escaped!!

Who did this!!! Who dares to soil my normal boy head with this……..pork cow!!! Whatever this is I will find the beast who threw it! I will find you!! Sleep peacefully now for it is the last peaceful sleep you will know from this moment on!!!

HERE Small yet effective, like a special ops team.