Story time, kids. I wrote this a while ago, and only just rediscovered it. Consider it a metaphorical, fragmentary history of the ragtag group of renegades we know and love, as Anonymous.
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Hearken to me, weary traveller, and listen closely; for today I offer you a tale
of the secret history of Anonymous.
In the primordial beginning, dark, eldritch Gods of Chaos roamed back and forth
across the shifting, twilight landscape of the newly forming Internet. This was
a time before the Internet was greatly known or comprehended by the ruling
authorities of Meatspace, or the offline world, and thus, the power of the Great
Old Ones went largely unchecked.
The motives of these Gods were, of course, incomprehensible for the
most part, and several went mad attempting to discover them, or piece together
their history. Still, their actions were known, and they were terrible, and
many times did they terrorise those few, brave mortals who attempted at the time
to make a home for themselves in an Internet which, back then, was a wild and
relatively empty place, beyond the understanding of most.
Among these were teenaged girls, who were aware of the Internet's newborn state,
and sought to use the still-embryonic domain of YouTube to obtain a legendary
status for themselves, that they would be remembered throughout the Internet's
remaining history, forever after. The most renowned of these was a young woman,
known only to history as Boxxy.
When the Old Gods of the Internet discovered this maiden's existence, they took
conference together, to determine what must be done. Many of them were enraged
by her, for they felt that base, narcissistic self-promotion should not be
condoned within what they perceived as their territory. This group being the
majority, their will prevailed, and so the Old Gods as a group decided among
themselves to make war upon this Boxxy, and all others like her. This was done
partly due to outrage at her narcissism, but in part simply because the Old Gods
were perpetually wrathful and capricious of heart, and often derived great joy
and amusement from the sufferings of others, referring to the merriment thus
obtained as, "lulz."
For a long time, this was how it continued. Many other young women such as
Boxxy were attacked, and some even took their own lives as a result, so
overwhelmed were they by the inflicted torment. The Old Gods predated upon many
others as well, randomly and often without mercy. They became legendary, and
greatly feared among the less knowledgeable of the travellers of the Internet.
The Ancient Ones were arrogant, however; and in time, overestimation of their
power proved to be their undoing. They became aware of a dark cult which
primarily existed outside the Internet, which was known to the
world as Scientology. This cult had been formed many years earlier, by a black
hearted old wizard who truly had no power at all, save for the gift of fooling
others into believing that he did.
This would not have come to the Old Ones' attention, if not for the fact that
this cult and its' members began to seek ways to restrict the flow of
information, entering and leaving the Internet. Scientology had come into
disrepute among the people, and its' leaders became desperate to silence those
who spoke against it. These leaders became aware of the fact that the Internet
was the main source of information about their cult's misdeeds, so they made up
their minds that the Internet itself had to be stopped.
This drew the Old Ones' fury like never before. Few were the causes behind
which the Old Ones would place their full commitment and strength, but
information itself was the very stuff and fabric of the Internet in which they
lived. Again they held council, as they had during the time of Boxxy, and this
time it was decided that Scientology would be destroyed, utterly and completely,
and its' leaders be brought to fear the Old Ones to the same extent that Boxxy
and her kin had been.
However, there was a great danger in this. Scientology was a product of the
great outside world; a place where the Old Ones' power was almost entirely
non-existent. In many ways, it was also a place that was entirely unknown to
them as well; they knew not its' customs or its' laws.
Still, they roused themselves, and took the unprecedented risk of venturing into
the offline world, and gave great battle to Scientology. The cult was wounded
grievously, but fought back with a valiance of its' own. The wizard who was the
cult's founder, had been a cunning and devious old sinner, and his followers had
learned much from him about dishonourable but effective combat. The cult's
current leader, the wizard's mad apprentice, was also dangerous in his own
right, not least because of the fabled degree of his insanity.
Because of their followers' cunning and tenacity, although greatly weakened,
Scientology ultimately survived the Old Ones' onslaught. This would have been a
sufficiently great insult by itself, but the Old Ones had done themselves even
more serious harm as a result of the Scientology campaign.
Said campaign drew the attention of many unsuspecting mortals, who did not know
about the Old Gods' previous misdeeds, and began to falsely assume that they
were a force for good, rather than the monsters of caprice and mischief that
they had been. They joined in battle against Scientology, and in so doing,
clothed themselves entirely in the Old Ones' form and likeness. Although not
Gods themselves, in time their resemblance grew sufficiently great that others,
looking on, could no longer tell the difference between the Old Ones and those
who had crafted themselves masks in order to work in their image.
In the face of this, the Old Gods themselves withdrew for a time, and only the
mortals who wore their likeness remained. These mortals decided that they were
exhausted of suffering under the tyranny of the cabal of geriatric fascists who
ruled the offline world beyond the Internet, and so they resolved to use both
the mask of the Old Ones which they had taken, and the power of the Internet
which they had likewise stolen from the Old Ones as well, to make war on the
geriatric fascists and restore freedom to the world.
And when this decision was made, the geriatric fascists themselves learned of
it, and they were even more furious than the Old Gods had been with Scientology,
for they were even less accustomed to having their authority questioned. And
while the Old Gods were merely capricious, the geriatric fascists were truly
evil, and sought total control over all the world, purely for its' own sake. So
they fought back, and they drew no quarter in doing so, and many of the young
mortals who took the mask of the Old Gods were killed or imprisoned. For
control of the whole world, purely for its' own sake, was that which was most
dearly coveted by the geriatric fascists, and they would not stand its' being
taken from them.
Thus did those mortals who took the mask of the Old Gods, perform great acts of
altruism in certain places, and began to involve themselves in the events of the
outside world, and gained great renown and glory for themselves, as heroes among
the people. And the common people, who previously cowered in fear and
helplessness before the geriatric fascists and their police and militaries,
began to lift themselves out of their terror and despair, and experience hope.
In time, the panic that had been felt by the people shifted to the geriatric
fascists themselves, for they saw that the people were awakening and beginning
to rise against them, and they knew not how their corrupt authority and control
might be retained.
Very nice, Petrus! You should compile Your work and publish a book.
You write so very well!
really good writing.i almost felt like i was there.
Quote from: petrus4 on September 07, 2013, 04:38:17 AM
Hearken to me, weary traveller, and listen closely; for today I offer you a tale
of the secret history of Anonymous.
Ah! So the are a Secret Society :D
Guess that is why the masks :P