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Forever And Always

**Forever And Always** is a song originally by the american singer Taylor Swift that Alli covered. The cover was released on December 27th, 2009. It can be found on Alli's first channel, and it is the first ever cover that she uploaded on YouTube.

## Lyrics

 Once upon a time,

I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye

And we caught onto something

I hold onto the night,

You looked me in the eye

And told me you loved me

Were you just kidding?

'Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down

We almost never speak

I don't feel welcome anymore

Baby, what happened, please tell me?

'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're half way out the door

And I stare at the phone,

He still hasn't called

And then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all

And you flashback to when he said forever and always

Oh, and it rains in your bedroom

Everything is wrong

It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone

'Cause I was there when you said forever and always

Was I out of line?

Did I say something way too honest?

Made you run and hide

Like a scared little boy?

I looked into your eyes

Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

So here's to everything

Coming down to nothing

Here's to silence

That cuts me to the core

Where is this going?

Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

And I stare at the phone,

He still hasn't called

And then you feel so low, you can't feel nothing at all

And you flashback to when he said forever and always

Oh, and it rains in your bedroom

Everything is wrong

It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone

'Cause I was there when you said forever and always

You didn't mean it, baby,

I don't think so

Back up, baby, back up

Did you forget everything?

Back up, baby, back up

Did you forget everything?

'Cause it rains in your bedroom

Everything is wrong

It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone

'Cause I was there when you said forever and always

Oh, I stare at the phone,

He still hasn't called

And then you feel so low

You can't feel nothing at all

And you flashback to when we said forever and always

And it rains in your bedroom

Everything is wrong

It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone

'Cause I was there when you said forever and always

You didn't mean it, baby,

You said forever and always... yeah

## Video

Me singing "forever and always" by Taylor Swift
An Apple a Day

Have you ever heard the expression “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”? Most assume, with no reason to think otherwise, that it is simply an easy to remember rhyme that stresses the importance of eating healthy foods to young children, but the saying did not originate as a harmless reminder. It was born in a frontier town in the early years of the Gold Rush, where food was scarce and money even scarcer.

One August, when a bad drought had struck the region, a series of bloody killings swept through the town. Every night, a single house would be broken into, and anyone who saw the invader would be swiftly, brutally slain. Nothing was ever stolen, except for a few scraps of food.

After two weeks of this, the local grocer set out a few apples and a glass of milk in the town square overnight. He then hid in the tower of the church, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone who came by.

Fighting fatigue, the grocer waited for any sign of life below. Just after midnight, he was rewarded by a chilling sight. A man, carrying a black bag stuffed with dully shining metal tools and covered from head to foot in cloth bandages, staggered into view.

He paused at the sight of the apples and milk, then whipped his head around, as if looking for the one who dared to patronize him. Seized with fear, the grocer ducked out of sight, staying hidden ’til sunrise.

The strange man had only taken one of the apples, and didn't even touch the glass of milk. No houses were broken into, and no one was killed. For decades, the town continued to place out an apple or two every night, even long after a single apple stopped disappearing.
Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored

"**Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored**" is a song originally by the American singer Ariana Grande that Alli Fitz covered. The cover was released on May 11th, 2019.

## Lyrics

You got me some type of way (Hmm)

Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm)

I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn't think about it

Took one fuckin' look at your face (Hmm)

Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm)

Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah)

But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it

Then I realize she's right there

And I'm at home like, "Damn, this ain't fair"

Break up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You could hit it in the mornin' (Mornin')

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

But I don't care (Care)

Break up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

This shit always happen to me (Yeah)

Why can't we just play for keeps? (Mmm-mmm)

Practically on my knees (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn't think about it

You know what you're doin' to me

You're singin' my songs in the streets, yeah, yeah

Actin' all innocent, please

When I know you out here thinkin' 'bout it

Then you realize she's right there (Yeah)

And you're at home like, "Damn, she can't compare"

Break up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You could hit it in the mornin' (In the mornin')

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

But I don't care (I don't care, yee)

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

With your girlfriend

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

You could say I'm hatin' if you want to

But I only hate on her 'cause I want you

Say I'm trippin' if you feel like

But you without me ain't right (Ain't right)

You could call me crazy 'cause I want you

And I never even ever fuckin' met you

Say I'm trippin' and it ain't right

But you without me ain't nice (Ain't nice, yeah)

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You could hit it in the mornin' (Hit in the mornin', yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

But I don't care (Care, yeah)

Break up with your girlfriend (With your girlfriend)

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, baby, girlfriend

With your girlfriend

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

With your girlfriend

## Video

SINGING BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND I'M BORED BC SINGLE
Lush Life

"**Lush Life**" is a song originally by the Swedish singer Zara Larsson that Alli Fitz covered. The cover was released on May 12th, 2017.

## Lyrics

I live my day as if it was the last

Live my day as if there was no past

Doin' it all night, all summer

Doin' it the way I wanna

Yeah I'mma dance my heart out 'til the dawn

But I won't be done when morning comes

Doin' it all night, all summer

Gonna spend it like no other

It was a crush

But I couldn't, couldn't get enough

It was a rush

But I gave it up

It was a crush

Now I might have went and said too much

But that's all it was

So I gave it up

I live my day as if it was the last

Live my day as if there was no past

Doin' it all night, all summer

Doin' it the way I wanna

Yeah I'mma dance my heart out 'til the dawn

But I won't be done when morning comes

Doin' it all night, all summer

Gonna spend it like no other

It was a crush

I kept saying I'mma stay in touch

But that thing went bust

So I gave it up

No tricks, no bluff

I'm just better off without them cuffs

Yeah, the sun won't set on us

Went low, went high

Still waters run dry

Gotta get back in the groove

I ain't ever worry

Went low, went high

What matters is now

Getting right back in the mood

I live my day as if it was the last

Live my day as if there was no past

Doin' it all night, all summer

Doin' it the way I wanna

Yeah I'mma dance my heart out 'til the dawn

But I won't be done when morning comes

Doin' it all night, all summer

Gonna spend it like no other

Now I've found another crush

The lush life's given me a rush

Had one chance to make me blush

Second time is one too late

Now I've found another crush

The lush life's given me a rush

Had one chance to make me blush

Second time is one too late

I live my day as if it was the last

Live my day as if there was no past

Doin' it all night, all summer

Doin' it the way I wanna

Yeah I'mma dance my heart out 'til the dawn

But I won't be done when morning comes

Doin' it all night, all summer

Gonna spend it like no other

Now I've found another crush

The lush life's given me a rush

Had one chance to make me blush

Second time is one too late

Now I've found another crush

The lush life's given me a rush

Had one chance to make me blush

Second time is one too late
Arthur

You volunteer at the mental health clinic. Given the dangerous nature of the residents, they assigned you the rooms of the less violent patients. The suicidal. Those who hear voices. Those that don’t say anything at all.

You become close to a mute man named Arthur. He is a rapt listener, willing to nod his head for hours as you tell him the story of your life. You mention your past, your present. The people involved in both. Your hopes for the future.

Arthur just nods.

After several months of listening, you figure that you owe it to Arthur to get him out of the clinic. He can’t be happy sitting in a room by himself nodding at interns everyday. You talk to the supervisor of the clinic. You argue that he isn’t harming anyone. That he grooms and feeds himself with no problems. That perhaps his condition is a physical aliment.

The day comes when your arguing pays off. The supervisor has agreed to let Arthur go. You rush to his room to tell him the news. “You’re free!” you shout. “Isn’t that great?”

Arthur just nods.

You write your name and address on a piece of paper. Hand it to him. “I’m going to miss having someone to talk to,” you say. “But now you can write me. I can learn all about you. Like why they were so insistent in having you in here, pal. I had to fight Dr. Thanner everyday to get you out.”

He looks at you and takes the paper. Just nods.

You go home, feeling good about yourself. You brag to everyone you can tell, friends, family, classmates, co-workers, about how you came through for Arthur. You even fall asleep with a smile.

That night, your eyes snap open. Screams, unearthly screams wake you up.

Then you see them. Your mother. Your father. Your friends. Your classmates. Your co-workers. Lying on your floor, their blood soaking into your carpet. Your walls stained with carnage. Their heads bashed in, their eyes missing from their sockets. Everyone you know dead or dying.

You whimper and see a man standing in the doorway.

It’s Arthur, holding the piece of paper you gave him.

Your entire body shaking, you choke out, “Are you here to kill me?”

Arthur just nods.
Another You

You know when you're falling asleep, and you suddenly get the feeling that you've tripped? Your body lurches forward in an instant, ready to protect you instinctively from injury. You can almost SEE the ground rising to meet you. This occurs when the boundaries between you and the "you" in an alternate universe are weakest.

This is the feeling that happens when another "you" dies.
Bidi Bidi Bom Bom

## Singles Chronology

**"Bidi Bidi Bom Bom"** (stylized in all lowercase) is an original song by the American singers Alli Fitz and Terrell featuring Rhyan Besco, released as a single on August 30th, 2019.

## Background

The song was announced on August 26th, 2019.

## Lyrics

**[Intro: Alli Fitz]**

If you tell me to run, I'm running for ya

If you want me to beg, I'm begging for ya

If you ask me to kill, I'm gettin' all ya

I'm telling you, anything for you

I'ma do anything for you

**[Verse 1: Terrell]**

Keep me up 'til the morning

'Cause we didn't get enough last night

All this love that you're pourin'

Got me love wasted

And I would do anything for you

Promise you, anything for you

Would you do anything

If I asked you to?

**[Pre-Chorus: Alli Fitz]**

What's your name? What's your sign?

All the things that you like?

Tell me "you'll be alright"

Say the word and we'll ride

**[Chorus: Terrell]**

Okay, now we're smoking marijuana

Don't hate, we don't fuck with belladonna

Bad gyal and we call her primadonna

My babe give me bidi-bidi-bom-bom

Okay, now we're smoking marijuana

Don't hate, we don't fuck with belladonna

Bad gyal and we call her primadonna

My babe give me bidi-bidi-bom-bom

**[Post-Chorus: Terrell]**

If I told you to jump, would you take my hand? Yeah

If I asked you a question, would you answer?

If I whispered "I love you," would you shiver?

'Cause I would do anything for you, I'ma do anything for you

**[Verse 2: Alli Fitz]**

Keep me up 'til the morning

No, I didn't get enough last night

I've been missing my soldier

Hold me closer

I would do anything for you

Promise you, anything for you

Would you do anything

If I asked you to?

**[Pre-Chorus: Alli Fitz]**

What's your name? What's your sign?

All the things that you like?

Tell me "you'll be alright"

Say the word and we'll ride

**[Chorus: Terrell]**

Okay, now we're smoking marijuana

Don't hate, we don't fuck with belladonna

Bad gyal and we call her primadonna

My babe give me bidi-bidi-bom-bom

Okay, now we're smoking marijuana

Don't hate, we don't fuck with belladonna

Bad gyal and we call her primadonna

My babe give me bidi-bidi-bom-bom

**[Bridge: Rhyan Besco]**

Pass me the tree, keep the green, no tea

Make one wrong move and you'll have no teeth

Keep me a blue-eyed, but they do turn green

PSA to any rapper, they don't make my league

Look, couldn't beat me, n\*\*\*\*, with the upper hand

I'm the only one with the number one brand

Pressure hit the mat, turn it into diamond

It's AlliCattt and Terrell with the Heisman

**[Chorus: Terrell]**

Okay, now we're smoking marijuana

Don't hate, we don't fuck with belladonna

Bad gyal and we call her primadonna

My babe give me bidi-bidi-bom-bom

Okay, now we're smoking marijuana

Don't hate, we don't fuck with belladonna

Bad gyal and we call her primadonna

My babe give me bidi-bidi-bom-bom

**[Outro: Terrell]**

Give it to me, yeah

This all for you, it's all for you

Oh yeah

My babe give me, my babe give me

My babe give me bidi-bidi-bom-bom

## References

1. ↑ https://twitter.com/allicatttx/status/1166071000376721409
Genesis

"**Genesis**" is a song originally by the British singer Dua Lipa that Alli Fitz covered. The cover was released on August 5th, 2017.

## Lyrics

 In the beginning

God created Heaven and Earth

For what it's worth, I think that he might've created you first

Just my opinion

Your body is the one paradise that I wanna fly to

Every day and every night

I've been sick and tired of running

Chasing all of the flashing lights

These late nights don't mean nothing

So I just wanna apologize

I'm sorry, so sorry

I'm sorry, yeah

I need your love

And I'm dying for the rush

'Cause my heart ain't got enough

I need your touch

This is getting serious

Tell me that it's not the end of us

How can we go back to the beginning?

How can we go back to the beginning?

Without you, I've got no air to breathe in

How can we go back to the beginning?

Don't matter what's written

We can start all over again, all over again

Oh, how can I get you all over my skin?

My deep intuition tells me that I'm doing you wrong

If I don't come home

Just say you forgive me and don't let me go

I've been sick and tired of running

Chasing all of the flashing lights

These late nights don't mean nothing

So I just wanna apologize

I'm sorry, so sorry

I'm sorry, yeah

I need your love

And I'm dying for the rush

'Cause my heart ain't got enough

I need your touch

This is getting serious

Tell me that it's not the end of us

How can we go back to the beginning?

How can we go back to the beginning?

Without you, I've got no air to breathe in

How can we go back to the beginning?

You know, I roar like a lion

For you, you know I'll keep trying 'til the sun stops rising

I need your love

And I'm dying for the rush

'Cause my heart ain't got enough

I need your touch

This is getting serious

Tell me that it's not the end of us

How can we go back to the beginning?

How can we go back to the beginning?

Without you, I've got no air to breathe in

How can we go back to the beginning?
The Grifter

**The Grifter** is an alleged video that was first mentioned somewhere on 4chan's /x/ imageboard.

Watching it is said to be a soul-rending experience, far more horrible than anything one could imagine.

The image on the right is said to contain screenshots of some of the scenes in the video.

The few that have watched it are said to have been killed in their own homes, with only one thing in common, a strange doll, hidden somewhere in their homes...

There is a message by the end of the video in the constructed international auxiliary language Esperanto, and says:

"This child (now a young man) is still alive and lives in a local shelter whose name was not given. He never spoke, and still is katatonie [sic]."
Bad Idea

Yesterday, a friend of mine called me. It was John, an old buddy from high school. I hadn't spoken with him for years, and we started to reminisce about all the crap we pulled in high school. A few days later I decided to call him back, and see if we could get together, maybe go fishing or something.

We talked on the phone for a while, and I said to him, "Hey, maybe we should get together sometime." He first said that that was a bad idea, but then he agreed. I asked him for address, copied it down, and told him I'd see him in the morning.

The next morning I arrived at the place he said he lived at. There was nothing but rubble there. It looked like there had been a fire there years ago, but nothing got cleaned up, and the plants never regrew. In the middle of the rubble, I found an old rotary style telephone on the floor, not connected to anything. Hurriedly, I pulled out my cell phone and called his number.

The telephone on the floor rang.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

I dropped my cell phone in shock, and knelt to grab the rotary telephone. A voice, drenched in distortion and hiss, said:

"I told you this was a bad idea."
Awakening

You’re awoken from a dreamless sleep by a dull thud from the hallway. Your eyes snap open and fix instantly on the door. What made that noise? Breathing hard, fear beginning to twitch in your mind, you realise with a shiver that you’ve kicked your duvet off in your sleep.

You quickly grab it, pull it around you and unconsciously begin to tuck it around yourself tightly as you curl up, leaving no part exposed. You become a warm, safe ball coiled, leaving only a small gap between the duvet and mattress so you can see out, pillows becoming shields between your head and the wall. You are briefly reminded of your childhood, hiding from imaginary bogeymen. But this feels more palpable, more dangerous.

Another thud. This time, it seems louder, deeper, coming from just outside. Trying to keep calm, you run through all the things it may be. It has to be the pipes in the wall, which have been groaning for weeks now, with ever-increasing frequency and urgency (they were never this deep or this loud).

The blind in the bathroom, left to flap by an open window (you double-check all the doors and windows each night). Perhaps it’s your parents, returning late and drunk (they’re away on a cruise for another week). Your cat, prowling through the house at night (you put it out that evening). Despite all your desperate reassurances, you feel the fear turn to panic, and you pull the duvet tighter around yourself, reducing your field of vision to a thin chink.

Another. The loudest yet, just inches from your door. Your churning brain conjures images straight from your childhood nightmares - masked psychopaths, giant spiders, shape shifting creatures, amalgamations of bone and gristle, twitching their way across the floor, scrabbling with twisted limbs for the door handle, then scuttling in with a burst of speed, claws grasping for your quivering body.

Another. Your breathing is hoarse and shallow now, mere gasps in a suddenly dry throat, lungs closing up, stomach churning and roiling, eyes wide and fixed. Your blanket is still tucked vice-like around you, your body pinioned underneath its futile protection, just inches of cotton between you and whatever is about to burst in, eyes burning, talons gleaming dully, to claim its prize.

Suddenly, in a flash of realization, you realize what the source of the noises is the old, falling-apart bookcase in the corridor. One of the legs must have given way, and the tilt is tipping books one by one onto the floor. As you listen carefully, you can hear the quiet riffle of the pages as another tumbles to the ground. There ought to be one last thud and… yes. Silence once more descends, and with it, a soothing calm.

As you sink back into sleep, you glance around the room, still snugly cocooned, seeing the vague shapes becoming defined as your night vision improves. Your desk, chair and television all emerge out of the murk, imposing good, sane reality on the void of night. Then, just before you shut your eyes, you see something that makes the bottom of your stomach drop away into nothingness.

There, on the floor, is your duvet.

Your screams are muffled.
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Herobrine

I had recently spawned a new world in single-player Minecraft. Everything was normal at first as I began chopping down trees and crafting a workbench. I noticed something move amongst the dense fog (I have a very slow computer so I have to play with a tiny render distance). I thought it was a cow, so I pursued it, hoping to grab some hides for armor.

It wasn't a cow though. Looking back at me was another character with the default skin, but his eyes were empty. I saw no name pop up, and I double-checked to make sure I wasn't in multiplayer mode. He didn't stay long, he looked at me and quickly ran into the fog. I pursued out of curiousity, but he was gone.

I continued on with the game, not sure what to think. As I expanded to world I saw things that seemed out of place for the random map generator to make; 2x2 tunnels in the rocks, small perfect pyramids made of sand in the ocean, and groves of trees with all their leaves cut off. I would constantly think I saw the other "player" in the deep fog, but I never got a better look at him. I tried increasing my render distance to far whenever I thought I saw him, but to no avail.

I saved the map and went on the forums to see if anyone else had found the pseudo-player. There were none. I created my own topic telling of the man and asking if anyone had a similar experience. The post was deleted within five minutes. I tried again, and the topic was deleted even faster. I received a PM from username 'Herobrine' containing one word: 'Stop.' When I went to look at Herobrine's profile, the page 404'd.

I received an email from another forum user. He claimed the mods can read the forum user messages, so we were safer using email. The emailer claimed that he had seen the mystery player too, and had a small 'directory' of other users who had seen him as well. Their worlds were littered with obviously man-made features as well, and described their mystery player to have no pupils.

About a month passed until I heard from my informant again. Some of the people who had encountered the mystery man had looked into the name Herobrine and found that name to be frequently used by a swedish gamer. After some further information gathering, it was revealed to be the brother of Notch, the game's developer. I personally emailed Notch, and asked him if he had a brother. It took him a while, but he emailed me back a very short message.

**I did, but he is no longer with us.**

*— Notch*

I haven't seen the mystery man since our first encounter, and I haven't noticed any changes to the world other than my own. I was able to press 'print screen' when I first saw him. Here's the only evidence of his existance:
Bad Dream

"Daddy, I had a bad dream."

You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness — it is 3:32 AM.

"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"

"No, Daddy."

The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room.

"Why not, sweetie?"

"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."

For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you cannot take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
SCP-173

**Item #:** SCP-173

**Object Class:** Euclid

**Special Containment Procedures:** Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.

**Description:** Moved to Site-19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
Alligators

A young woman in town married a man from another part of the country. He was a nice fellow, and they got along pretty well together. There was only one problem; every night he’d go swimming in the river. Sometimes, he’d be gone all night long, and she would complain of her loneliness.

The couple had two young sons. As soon as the boys could walk, their father began to teach them how to swim, and when they got older, he would take them swimming in the river at night. They would often stay there all night long, and the woman would stay home, alone.

After a while, she began to act strangely —at least, that’s what the neighbors said. She told them that her husband was turning into an alligator and he was trying to turn the boys into alligators, too.

Everyone told her there was nothing wrong with a man taking his son's swimming. That was just a natural thing to do. And when it came to alligators? There just weren’t any in the area, and everybody knew that.

Early one morning, the woman came running into town from the direction of the river. She was soaking wet, her clothing dripping water. She said a big alligator and two little alligators had pulled her into the river and tried to get her to eat a raw fish. She claimed that they were her husband and her sons, and they apparently wanted her to live with them, but she managed to escape.

Her doctor decided she had lost her mind, and he had her put in the mental institution for a while. After that, nobody saw her husband or children again. They just vanished.

But every now and then, a fisherman would talk about seeing alligators in the river at night. Usually, it was one large alligator accompanied by two small ones. Most people said the fishermen were just making it up. After all, everyone knows there aren’t any alligators out here.
Baby Dolls

In rural Southern Illinois, a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child, the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it.

Eventually, when it started crying, the parent would have to beat it, and even then the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet.

The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was to bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying.

On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she said that she had just "got rid of the stupid doll," she calmly stated as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
Zalgo

**Zalgo** is a meme where a person takes a popular picture/comic and corrupts it, with scary results. People can also use "Messy text " as a long way of saying "Zalgo wuz heer." Zalgo can be recognized in any context by the two words people say when Zalgo is near...

***HE COMES***

Zalgo is a being that could best be described as a "horror," a creature of utmost terror. He is known as "He Who Waits Behind the Wall" and the "Nezperdian Hivemind" in some circles. He is an eyeless abomination with seven mouths. His right hand holds a dead star and his left hand holds the Candle Whose Light ss Shadow and is stained with the blood of Am Dhaegar. Six of his mouths speak in different tongues. When the time is right, the seventh shall sing the song that ends the Earth.

*To invoke the hive-mind representing chaos.*
Invoking the feeling of chaos.

Without order.

The Nezperdian hive-mind of chaos. Zalgo.

*He Who Waits Behind the Wall.*
ZALGO!

Zalgo is the brainchild of Dave Kelly (aka "Shmorky"), a Flash animator and Something Awful "goon". It was first mentioned (but not seen) in parodies of syndicated newspaper comics on a semi-secret page on his official site.

Since the meme's spread, Shmorky has made several flash animations (in his own inimitable style, of course) referencing it, including ZALGO. Oddly, according to him Zalgo only affects comics, cartoons, and illustrations, not reality itself. Well, THAT certainly invalidates 99% of Zalgo pastas... unless, of course, he's *lying...*
Hall of Tortured Souls

This is a well-known easter egg of Windows 95. This is the easter egg that started the rumor that maybe Microsoft Corporation hide some... some "antichrist" stuff. Hall of Tortured Souls is a little horrible way of showing credits to the creator of Windows 95 especially the creators Microsoft Excel 95.

As I said earlier, this works on Excel and Microsoft 95. The game is a simple Visual-Basic game. To enter the game, go to Microsoft Excel 95 (if you still have a copy). Open a new blank excel worksheet. Go down to the  95th row and select the whole row. Tab over to the column B. Go to Help/About. Tap and hold CTRL + alt + shift then click the tech support button. Then the game will appear.

A window with a name "Hall of Tortured Souls" will appear. Perhaps, the players called the game that name.

You can interact with the use of the keyboard. There are 8 directions in the game: north, north east, east, south east, south, southwest, west, and northwest. Use the arrow keys to move. Use C to look down and D to look up. In the game, you can walk through walls. If you go through a wall with a window, you go all the way through. If you go through a wall without a window, you go into the wall and are surrounded. You can enter the columns.

Up ahead was a staircase. The walls are surrounded by text of the creators (probably creators of excel). On the next level was a really small room with red walls. Again, the names of the creators have been flashed on the screen. Go down and enter to the room you were before. Type the magic word "EXCELKFA". Another hall will open. This hall has a torrid black zigzag way. If you fall, you will return to the room you were before. You need to travel carefully.

The other end was another wall with pictures of the creators. Go back to the main point. Try doing a full turn and you will see yourself outside that building. You will see the room you were earlier. Now, if you bumped one of the walls, you will automatically do a full turn and will teleport to the inside.

This is an easter egg that can hold terrible secrets about the creator. Please message me if you found something unusual with the game.
Intro Story - Stay Away

Motion. From the top of Mt. Cyraille you can see the southern swan in the stars. You’ve smelled the perfume of yellow maidenflowers that open for ten minutes each day when the sun shines between the rims of Xiang Canyon a mile above. You’ve charted the path of scarlet wasps that know the hidden way to the meadow where ancient mountain bison come to die.

*Come to the Forum in Soros.*

Hypothermia nearly killed you after the swim to the bottom of Lake Jin—but you smugly proved to the other travelers the worthlessness of the “golden” lakebed with a handful of pyrite. They nod with worried eyes. By now you’re certain you’ve been muttering to yourself along the road, but that’s expected with so little sleep…

*Come to the Forum in Soros.*

This land is beautiful, but your food and money are gone. You take a job as a messenger to keeping moving, but even standing too long in a foyer brings back the music. You watch as the aristocratic recipient of the message comes in. Does he hear the song? Is it vibrating from your skin? He looks at you strangely as he takes the letter with the blue wax seal, but too late you realize you’ve been staring and humming to yourself.

He shortchanges you, but you leave without a word. You can see the song now, a trail of light that hovers near you, never falling too far behind, blue as wax.

The song was following you in the blue of wildflowers, the blue of jays, the skies, the streams. The song is scattered across the world you’ve explored. You can never move past it. Your eyes can’t see the black walls or people of the streets, just blue, blue…

*Come to the Forum in Soros.*

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you come back to your senses. Hours? Days? All you know is that it’s morning, you’re hungry and exhausted, and you’re standing again in front of that pine door with the handwritten sign.

You know with an alien certainty that if you don’t go through that door, you will surrender your sanity forever.
Across the Border

There was a couple from Texas who were planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree.

At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two year old son with them.

They had been across the border for an hour when the baby got free and ran around the corner.

The father tried to find him, but he disappeared. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told.

About forty-five minutes later, a man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran.

The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in less than the forty-five minutes he was missing, he was cut open, all of his organs removed, and was stuffed with cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.
12th Floor

Living on the 12th floor wasn't bad, the view over the busy city was pleasant to look at. The only problem was

those elevators. I have bad sinuses you see, and the pressure of descending quickly gives me headaches. But it passes, so it's an easy sacrifice. I waited for the elevator to arrive on my floor; it always takes awhile. After a while, I got impatient and started fumbling around with my pockets. While I was fondling the keys in my pocket I realized one of the elevators had already arrived, doors wide open even. I hadn't heard the ping of the floor indicator, nor heard the doors creak open. I shrugged it off and went inside. I should have left the elevator then and taken the stairs.

The air was immediately denser, hot and sticky. The faint stench of onions tickled at my nostrils, but I figured it was some dirty neighbor's lingering odor. Again I had noticed that the doors had moved without my noticing, as the warm natural light was now gone. The elevator jumped for a second before descending, the creaking of the walls and cable jolted my nerves. The pressure in my ears slowly began to build, although this time it gradually formed into a horrible migraine, pushing in on my temples.

The floor indicator reads 12. How was that possible? The elevator was obviously broken, and suddenly I feared it would drop. The trip was taking much longer than expected, and I was very eager to get off this fucking thing, but it kept rattling as it went further and further down. The lights flickered out and died, leaving me in complete darkness. The air was getting noticeably heavier, and the smell of decaying fruit filled my nose and mouth. It was almost too much to bear. I began to cough and gag. I needed to escape.

I began banging on the walls, shouting, screaming for help, but nothing. No reply; it was if the metal casing had taken me somewhere else. The elevator suddenly bounced and lurched to a stop, the sound of its shrieking brakes echoing through the shaft. The indicator displayed a bright red "G," the only light I could see. How long did it take? Doesn't matter, at least I'm about to get out. The doors shuddered and crept open.

There was barely any light in what looked like the lobby, but I could make out something wet coating the walls: a red, spongy fungus. There were no people in sight, only a few discarded items of clothing, bags, and groceries. I slowly ventured out into this dark room, the floor squishing beneath my steps. I felt a slight breeze coming from just ahead, so I inched forward to discover the source.

I could just make out a large black hole in the center of the large hall. Emanating from the gaping maw was the heavy sound of something... breathing? Something behind me clinked. I spun around to see a mug rolling on a table, and what looked like a pale foot disappear into a doorway. Quiet tapping echoed all around me. Wherever I am, I am not alone.
Alignment

Creatures in Sylvan Shards have an alignment along three poles. The first is the degree to which they are selfish or selfless. The second is the degree to which they are willing to accept authority. The third is the degree to which they are aligned with their society’s values.

A creature may place different degrees of importance on any particular part of their alignment at any given time. These decisions are left for players and the GM to determine in any given situation.

Neutral poles can be played in two ways. It may be that the creature doesn’t consider this pole very important or is very inconsistent in how they make decisions in this area. The other possibility is that the creature is very nuanced in their thinking on this topic, and any decision about their moral code would start with, “It depends…”

## Self-Interest Pole

Does your moral code protect others or does it exist to protect you from other people?

**Selfless:** Your moral code is primarily for the benefit of others.

**Neutral:** You think very much or very little about the right amount of self-interest in your moral code.

**Mercenary:** Your moral code is primarily for the benefit of yourself.

For the purpose of compatibility with existing creatures and settings, creatures or characters that are considered *good* in the standard system can map to *selfless,* and those that are *evil* can map to *mercenary*.

## Authority Pole

Was your moral code taught to you by another or was it something you decided for yourself?

**Lawful:** Your moral code was taught to you by a mentor or authority.

**Neutral:** Your moral code was assembled from many different sources.

**Chaotic:** Your moral code was something you decided for yourself.

## Social Pole

Heroes uphold the values of the community. Villains tear down the values of the community. If the community’s values change, a villain can become a hero and vice-versa, though that usually takes a long time. All players must create characters who are Heroes.

**Hero:** Your moral code honors the values of life, freedom, and prosperity.

**Neutral:** Your moral code is a mix between the values of Heroes and Villains.

**Villain:** Your moral code honors the values of death, slavery, and suffering.

### How can a villain have ethics?

At first glance the values of death, slavery, and suffering seem incompatible with morality. However, there are many villainous codes that promote just those values. Here are some examples:

* “Yang-Hui taught that we must make sure the poor have enough, and so we must create wars and plagues to make sure there are not too many poor for the food we have.” - Lawful Selfless Villain who values death
* “I’ve been betrayed too many times, so the only people I trust are those who I can trap through debt or blackmail.” - Chaotic Mercenary Villain who values slavery
* “Through my reading of history and life experience, I’ve come to understand that people who are hungry and in fear for their lives are more likely to help one another and follow my instructions.” - True Neutral Villain who values suffering
Starfell Mountains

During the time of the Sylvan Empire, this was a lawless place. The emperor could not be expected to patrol such an inhospitable reach, and so bandits often came down from the high country to prey on travellers on the Mountain Road, then escaped back to their secure domains.

Since the rise of Soros this area is no longer such a haven for bandits. The patrols from Soros are natives to the region, and are as comfortable with pitons or skis as they are on horseback. While it’s safer than it’s ever been, it’s a rugged land so off of the high roads you must be careful.

It’s not just bandits. The majesty of these peaks is impressive but various monsters and natural dangers such as cliffs, flash floods, and avalanches are risks. The people who settled this land prefer independence and isolation, and don’t care for strangers who trespass. There are many whose policy is to shoot an arrow and only then ask what your business might be.

In my grandfather’s time, Soros was just a village that served the surrounding quarries. It was their first king’s vision to use those quarries to produce a great city. It has the look of a planned city--the market is just a bit too small, and the plaza just a bit too large. However, do not underestimate its formidable look. Black as the mountains that surround it, the city walls, palace, and mason’s guildhall rise over the Flyssa River like another mountain peak in the range. Barges carrying the rock quarried into workable pieces constantly float downstream to the eager markets in Ixthos and beyond in the Sylva Bay.
Political Factions

## Political Factions of Modern Myrnia

Unlike the other documents I’ve provided you, this does not need to be burned once you’ve committed it to memory. If any of our adversaries lack this information, they are too ill informed to be a threat to us.

Most of our citizens live their lives in ignorance of all but the few of these factions. As an agent freshly pledged to our organization, it is vital that you learn the key players in Myrnia and their relationships to one another. I’m sure you’ll find this context will be necessary even for your first assignment.

I advise briefly skimming the entire list, and then following up in detail only on those that you are likely to encounter or deal with in the near term. As you find contacts, references, or enclaves of the others you can come back to them and look them up. Much of this will make more sense after you have met their agents and seen them in action.

One word of caution: I would avoid adding notes or comments to the margins or flyleaves. Any of your observations might bring attention to what you are finding worthy of attention, and that might give away your true allegiance. Like the pamphlets on tactics and goals, you’ll need to memorize your findings as you go.

Good luck to you. I’d offer to answer any questions this book may raise, but it is unlikely we will ever meet again.
Zandria

When the orcs came to the Library at Zandria, they found a magical circle of protection empowered by a human wizard named Fei-Tang. He told them, “This is a place of knowledge and wisdom. You can burn the empire, but you will not burn its books.”

The orcs moved on. Fei-Tang helped the city to rebuild, and eventually took the crown. His reign oversaw the continuation of the mission of Zandria, which since its founding had been to further learning and research. The city sheltered elven refugees, and in some ways, little has changed in Zandria after the Fall.

The elves notice the difference. The humans are more brash, under their king, and less deferential. They treat the elves as equals, which was disquieting to those who once brought them here to serve as clerks and librarians.

Eventually even wizards must die, and Fei-Tang had named his apprentice Wu-Song as the next king of Zandria. He has ruled since then. His reign has been mostly focused on caretaking, but with such great resources at hand even his limited ambition is enough to put the city into the ranks of the most powerful in Myrnia. Many towns exist simply to sell supplies to the mages and scholars of the city, who in turn are payed enormous sums by those with mysteries to solve, curses to remove, or who simply need a miracle.
Orcish History

## The Fourth Divine Avatar: Remiah

Remiah was an average-looking orc when he appeared in the court of Emperor Shen-hui without warning, emerging from a shadowy corner. The guards immediately started to drag him away, but he shouted to the Emperor he was a Divine Avatar, just like Shen-hui’s divine ancestor Yang-hui. The Emperor ordered the guards to stop.

Remiah warned the Emperor that if he did not set free the orcs then his city would be destroyed. The Emperor laughed. “But how will you tear down my city with only one hand?”

Everyone was confused, as Remiah clearly had two hands, until the Emperor strode down the dais from his throne. He drew a sword from one of his guards and cut off Remiah’s right arm at the shoulder. Shen-hui threw down the sword and walked back to his throne, so he did not notice that there was no blood.

The wound closed immediately, though the severed arm remained on the floor. The guards were astonished, so did nothing to stop him as he walked out of the tower. The Emperor screamed at them to get him, but before they could leave the building Remiah struck the building with his left hand. The Crystal Tower cracked, and then collapsed.

Remiah led the orcs to uprisings that destroyed all the elven cities. Gaitye Forest was spared, as were human settlements. However, the disruption to the political, legal, and economic system was severe, and the shock to elven pride and culture was so great it shattered the empire at the same time as Remiah shattered the tower.

It was never his intention to replace the Sylvan Empire. Instead, he encouraged the orcs to create homesteads or ranches in the countryside.

The ruins of elven cities, especially Chai-Syl, are considered a sacred place to orcs. They don’t settle in them or loot them, though they usually build their homesteads outside of the old walls elven walls.

They call their lands The Commonwealth of Free Orcs. They keep to themselves, but when there is danger will band together to face the threat.