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🗿Fyres 29/03/15 (Sat) 03:19:19 #8737463


As you might have noticed, we've closed down applications to the site for the time being. We hope that this will just be a temporary measure, but we don't currently have any plans to reopen any time soon.

Recently we've had an influx of users (read: bots) posting threads/comments with videos, pictures, and links to harmful sites. Our moderation team is working hard to ensure all of these links are removed, but we ask that, if you DO see one, please DO NOT click them. It should be obvious that these guys are trying to get a virus on your system.

Existing users: if you see a link from anyone you don't know in your inbox, again, DON'T OPEN IT. Internet hygiene 101, folks.

IRC is still up for the time being, though that might close down if the bots start posting links in there as well.

EDIT: Courtesy of our resident tech-genius 🗿tempestwind we now have a bot (🗿Jeeves) to automatically remove links and alert us mods. Because of this, users should ask permission before posting links or risk getting banned.

xXCRUSHERXx 29/03/15 (Sat) 03:24:54 #8737463


Why don't you just ban the bots? No need to close down the site lmao

🗿doug 29/03/15 (Sat) 03:29:54 #8737481


Are you dumb or just plain stupid?

We can't "just ban" the hundreds of bots that are coming in every week. We're too short-staffed.

xXCRUSHERXx 29/03/15 (Sat) 03:31:54 #8737481


Just get more staff then lmao

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♖Rook 01/19/2008 (Sat) 03:19:19 #00000001


As a kid, I used to ask my granddad all sorts of questions about my family. He used to babysit me and, since he didn't have cable TV or wifi, I just had to make do with conversation. He used to tell me stories about when he was a kid and the adventures he got up to -- but he never told me about his brother. After he died I inherited all of his books (since I told him I wanted to be a writer), and, in his trunk full of books, he left me an account of his childhood:

It is only now, in hindsight, that I can safely say I never knew my older brother as well as I would have liked.

He was personable, well-liked, and as spirited as they come. It came as a shock to all of us, then, when he disappeared without forewarning nor explanation. None of his friends knew where he was; it was as if he had vanished into thin air. It was rumoured, at first, that he had snuck out to meet with a woman; but as hours turned into days, and days into weeks, the thin hope of my brother returning seemed, just as he did himself, to vanish.

His room was untouched, preserved in time to his teenage youth. I would go in there often, thinking about my brother -- he wasn't particularly kind to me, in fact, I would often despise his teasing of me, but he still taught me, in his own way, what he thought was right from wrong -- and the strange thing is that while the years passed, my mind's image of my brother held to the young boy he was when he left, even though logic dictates that he would naturally age alongside myself.

The loss of my brother was hard on me, of course -- but more harrowing and more deeply distressing was how his vanishing affected my mother. For the first few days, she acted in line as to what my mind could predict -- she cried, she panicked, and her nerves were frayed to their end. This much I can say was true to much of the family. However, after the first few months of my brother's absence, and as the grim reality began to set in that he would not be returning, the rest of the family (including myself) had begun to heal. I will not say that we would return to normal; his disappearance was as a deep wound on all of us, and the healing like the scar -- ever-present and occasionally itching, never shrinking but becoming a smaller part of our whole as we grew around it. However, to my mother, this wound was debilitating and all-consuming, festering and purulent. She was hollow to her core, and it seemed for the longest time that she would never recover.

One day, after I had returned home from school, I found my mother in my brother's room. The room was devoid of all of his worldly belongings, almost as if the room was new. It had been cleaned thoroughly of any item containing the faintest whisper of a memory. I don't know what about this act made me so violently angry -- perhaps, in my mind, my brother had only been missing, and her act of destruction had made it permanent; perhaps it was because her erasure of my brother dishonored his memory. Still, I wasn't one to pick fights with my parents, so I stormed out towards my room and slammed the door. I think, looking back, was that I knew this marked the final day of my older sibling being named before his mentioning became taboo.

We never spoke of him after that day. My mother locked his door (our bedrooms had locks on the exterior to punish us when we misbehaved) and threw away the key.

My mother recovered. She pretended that I had no older sibling; in her mind, I was an only child. This denial of my brother's existence at first made my blood boil, and I would lash out in a vain attempt to make her see reason. I was heartbroken, then, when she called me a liar and that I was too old to have imaginary friends. When I asked father to tell her she was wrong he simply gave me a solemn look and banished me to my room without supper.

Sometimes, late at night, I would hear scratches from my brother's room. "Rats", my mother would say. I would find leaves and dirt outside his door. "Clean that up!", my mother would order. I would smell something decomposing, like compost. "Burn some incense", my mother would dismiss.

After my mother died (and a few months after that out of respect for the dead), I went to my brother's room. The lock had rusted over the years and would easily be broken with a sharp kick. I stood there for a moment, bracing myself for whatever was behind this door that seemed so imposing when I was young. I went to turn the handle and opened the door. To my surprise, it opened without impedance. The room was stripped clean, just as I had remembered from that day in my childhood. I took it all in for a moment -- the sheer emptiness of it all. It immediately brought me back to the day my mother had lost her mind.

I found, in the corner of his room, a small icon made of twine that resembled a star of David encased in a circle, broken. Written on this icon were words in Latin, which I have long since forgotten, as well as the name of my brother. I do not know the purpose nor origin of this icon, but I know in my heart that it has to do with my brother's disappearance and, in all likelihood, my mother's despondency. I hope that the reader of my narrative is braver than I -- this symbol is clearly of the occult, and I don't have the nerve to venture to the library in search of such knowledge.


I have my own stories, but they're a bit too personal for me to share on a public forum -- suffice it to say, we are here to share, collect information on, and figure out events that have no logical explanation. Every person has heard of disappearing people, lights flashing in the night sky, objects moving without cause. The truth is clear: there are things in this world that natural science cannot explain.

Welcome to the Watch.


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