Diary of the Comte de Saint-Germain

First Night, and the preceeding day thrice.

Those chosen by chance have failed, or as near to failure as one could ascertain and not call successful. Not, however, a complete failure, but a failure nonetheless.
I met them, as planned, at the scene of an horrific automobile accident. A barber, since deceased, a librarian, a child with much too much prerogative and a penchant for claiming himself “emo” for dedicated himself to the same behaivoirs as all other children his age (quite a curiosity, the young one, we shall have to test him further, as the later events, or shall I say earlier events, attest) and finally one for whom inebriated of the vicest sort holds appeal, and for whome vice of the most unappealing is not detrcted from by inebriation.

Bill Toge, divided man, did meet himself thrice in the form of an accident. The chosen aided at his rescue at my own behest, before the predicted unnatural action took place

Bill Toge, the divided man, and several vile low-lifes of his aquantance did perchance to gain riches through theft from a market. I watched with interest. The child retreated to a corner following the natural philosopher, who showed a predilection for simple explosives, while not making use of any. The librarian observed the scene with wit, and though availing to help an injured securityfellow, served to take no action. Ah, but no action is also an action, and it is this choice to which I attest: the barber, sighting a fleeing felon, had pause to attempt injury upon him, delaying his flight, though decided finally to take no action. A twin of his was seen exiting the building.


Bill Toge, the divided man, was here found in his own abode, tormenting one of whom is guilty of the most unspeakable vice, using a unique talent of epidiromancy. Creatively, he chose to selectively alter and suffocate his quarry, and it was at this time that the chosen intervened, with questions of the most inane sort. The barber here did not pause, taking action of the aggressive sort. Bringing blades to bear against Master Toge served futile, as Toge efficiently served to remove the barber’s flesh from his chest, leaving him bare-ribbed and in shock. Police came to assist immediately, and Toge, stabbing himself in the eye, ended himself, as the police exploded in a shower of, to use contemporary parlance, “gibbage.” The barber was raced to the hospital by the librarian, as the child and his guardian-figure accompanied the hostage to his own home. Here, they found the corpse of Toge’s own child, as well as a living girl, much younger in chains. Through combained effort, the two chosen ended the paedophiles life, taking a firm stance, a grim decision, and learning much about themselves in the process.
Choice, and power. Though the barber suffered to lose his own life, it is through his decisive action that this was successful. Let us go.

Bill Toge, divided man, led a cult in an abandoned caravan park. This movement was swift. The park was infiltrated, firstly by gaseous weapons, then by an assault of armed men, quickly and harshly putting down any resistance. The natural philosopher made use of fire, but in the end, this sonata was unsuccessful, and as I returned the chosen, a copy of the child was seen.

On the Seer

The seer exists to tell the story. The seer is gifted with the sight to witness the future, and the turned-inwards eye to witness the past. The wisdom of all existence is within his or her grasp.

It is by the seer's action that the thirteen were soulbound.

The seer acts as a leader and messenger to the thirteen. He or she will gather them when the time comes, and lead them to their overwhelming fates.

It is rumoured the previous seer was a traitor to the resistance.

Should the seer ever have his or her cord severed, it is said that he or she will be afflicted with all the madness of every iteration of reality - after all, he or she has been witness to it. With such knowledge, he or she would become an overlord to the world, guiding it according to insane, sadistic whims.

On the Representative

The representative is keystone to the resistance.

The representative's power is not his own; it flows from the ability to accept the power of those who put faith in him.

The greatest martial artist who ever lived would never lose in unarmed combat. So long as this manifestation, living or dead, chooses the representative as his champion, his skills are transferred.

So it is that the representative can wield any skill ever mastered, the sum total of every genius that ever lived. Even the power of the ordinary and mundane manifestations is a great power when combined in a single vessel.

Even the power of gods can be channeled by the representative - those that ally themselves with the representative will provide the bulk of his power.

The societies and cabals will come out of hiding to put their skills in the representative's hands. They will offer him boons as a sign of their faith. These boons will serve as armaments for him and his allies - those closest to him will fight alongside him, and share in his power.

When the Representative calls the power of Druidry, he must be within his grove, the place central to his power. He grows to several times his size, the flora and fauna of the grove will aid him, and he will summon Thor's own hammer to hand.

When the Representative sees cranes, he may call the power of Guardianship. He calls to hand a staff of light, and the protection of the world is placed in his hands, alongside power befitting this role. Under the guise of guardianship, he will fight for all of existence.

On the Resistance

It is said that this iteration must end. There exist manifestations who would see this prevented.

The resistance will be led by at least thirteen manifestations. In actuality, these thirteen will prove central to the resistance, but all of reality will be polarised by the events. Cabals and societies, crated for this purpose, will be revealed to take their places and support the resistance.

The identities of the thirteen and their roles are not currently known; only the seer will have this knowledge revealed when the time comes.

Two roles are known: That of the representative, and that of the seer.

The resistance will prevail.

Eight forms

Rhythm - A power that comes from skill and consistency

Chaos – A power that comes from rebellion and randomness.

Divine – A Power that comes from a Higher Level

Art – A Power that comes from Creation and Expression

Madness – A Power that comes from freeing the mind of all constraints

Logic – A power that comes from accepting limitations and exploiting them

Spirit – A power that comes from inner strength.

Tribute – A Power that comes from devotion to another.

When Rhythm meets Chaos – Terrorism Emerges

When Rhythm meets Divine – Prayer Emerges

When Rhythm meets Art – Dance Emerges

When Rhythm meets Madness – Enlightenment Emerges

When Rhythm meets Logic – Mathematics Emerges

When Rhythm meets Spirit – Goal Emerges

When Rhythm meets Tribute – Relationship Emerges

When Chaos meets Divine – Spirituality Emerges

When Chaos meets Art – Sculpture Emerges

When Chaos meets Madness – Individuality Emerges

When Chaos meets Logic – Social Engineering Emerges

When Chaos meets Spirit – Hope Emerges

When Chaos meets Tribute – Romance Emerges

When Divine meets Art – Song Emerges

When Divine meets Madness – Inspiration Emerges

When Divine meets Logic – Theology Emerges

When Divine meets Spirit – Faith Emerges

When Divine meets Tribute – Marriage Emerges

When Art meets Madness – Painting Emerges

When Art meets Logic – Craft Emerges

When Art meets Spirit – Poetry Emerges

When Art meets Tribute – Eroticism Emerges

When Madness meets Logic – Leadership Emerges

When Madness meets Spirit – Philosophy Emerges

When Madness meets Tribute - Love Emerges

When Logic meets Spirit – Psychology Emerges

When Logic meets Tribute – Familiarity Emerges

When Spirit meets Tribute – Relation Emerges

On the nature of the silver cord

There exists a force which binds the chaos matter of reality.

Magic. Chi. Holy Spirit. The force. The Spirits. It has been termed many things by manifestations which do not understand it.

This force exists as a mixture of water, the simplest of chaos matter, with the very matter of permance itself. It is this substance that binds the permanence to existence.

Each manifestation carries with them an invisible silver cord. The term is taken for it's likeness to the cord used by astral travellers in fiction, but it does not function in the same manner. Only through this cord can a manifestation affect a permanence, and that permanance change.

A permanance exists in no state. Such as it is, a permanance may manifest as a human. This human may be a nerd. Yet, this human may also be a jock. The chaos matter may take any form as chosen by the permanance. Only through exposure to experience can the permanance be changed.

The silver cord can, in certain instances, be cut. As the permanance is unchanging, it is unharmed, but the shell that remains of the manifestation will be left incomplete. It will continue to live, but only under it's basic instincts and learning. After many years, nearly all of the cordless become insane.

Many of the most hideous crimes are caused by the malice of one still with a silver cord. Yet the most random and horrific are caused by those who have become cordless. Have mercy on them, they know not what they do.

Should one of the cordless be encountered, there is but one hope and action a merciful manifestation can bestow. The cordless must be destroyed immediately - only then can the permanance re-manifest.

On the nature of Chaos matter.

Chaos matter is the matter that makes up existance. It is malleble and ever-changing. This is its nature.

Chaos matter at its most basic is represnted by Fire and by Water.

Fire is the external nature of change of chaos matter. Water is the internal nature of change of chaos matter.

Fire shifts and warps. It exists only as long as it has fuel, appearing from nowhere and disappearing as quickly. What it touches is changed. Such is the external nature of chaos matter.

Water is made of Hydrogen, and Oxygen. Hydrogen is the simplest state of chaos matter, and the form is resides it before it has a chance to change. Yet it may become anything. Oxygen is that which is necessary for life, the personification of chaos matter and the manifestation of permanence to occur.

Water shifts and warps. It takes the shape of where it is placed. Such is the internal nature of chaos matter.

Chaos matter must always change, yet by entropy, it is necessary that each iteration must end.

The Creation

In the beginning was the Logos. The Logos was with the permanence, and the logos was the permanence.

The permanence wished to improve. But the nature of permanence is such that it cannot change.

The permanance had great power at it's disposal. Of chaos matter, it shaped existence.

The permanance split itself. Yet such is the nature of the permanance, that it remained one still.

Each part of the permanance could not change. Each part could manifest within existence. Within existence, all is of chaos matter. So, within existence, each part could change.

When manifesting, each part was connected to the permanance that held it by way of a silver cord. In this way, a permanance could change. it could improve, yet also it could falter.

Though the permanance was split, and though it manifested itself many times over, though many iterations of reality, it remained permanent and unchanging.

Though the permanance was unchanging, it is the nature of chaos matter to shift. Such as it is, each iteration must end.

The End

Immanentize the Eschaton

The end is coming. Imminent and Inevitable.





The end of the fifth age.

The end.

Tucker Max drunk!

So, last night was the Staff Party for my division at work. I came. I brought a hip flask of Vodka. See, I knew they'd have shitty beer, and a little vodka makes shitty beer better.

Cute forward several hours. I did not score with the cute one. I DID stumble home in a haze, throw up about 15 times and eventually get to sleep.

In the morning, I was throwing up bile, and couldn't keep down even a sip of water for hours.

That was a bad hangover.

Feeling a bit better now. I'm proud, this is the most drunk I have ever been.

I also bought a rapier. And got brushed off by cute fencing chick. Maybe.
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