The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XIV. Replacement Religion

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) Across the table, the African leader was shown to a chair covered in some leather. He briefly saw the seat, a remarkably human-looking face stretched into an expression of shock and terror, before the African was seated, blocking the view. The arm rests were covered in arms, ending in all-too-realistic hands. The […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XIII. Choke Chains

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) The room was cold, with anemic fluorescent lighting. The sun was above the mountain, affording no heat through the window. The meeting was a marathon of sorts. The speaker moved slowly, hypnotically back and forth. No sort of clock decorated the wall. The audience, shocked by the animation of the man they […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XII. Re-engineering ‘Freedom’

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) The third glance pulled it all together: a coffin, ringed by a dozen chairs, each its own horror story. The door opened inward, but I could not see who was in the hallway. There was a man’s voice, but his mind sounded badly broken. “…glaciers…data…bastards…lost…hockey stick…” were some of the rantings. The […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XI. Global Constitution

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) The second glance revealed that it was not actually rectangular, but a hexagon, with vertices one third of the way along the surface, away from the wall screen marking the head. Also, it lacked legs, being full from top to floor. The madness of the situation, of 11 live, 2 dead, 1 […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU X. External Appearances

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) At first it appeared a table, that long, rectangular, gunmetal surface dominating the space. The softness of the speaker’s voice was low enough that the breathing of three or four attendees, probably getting ready for medication of some sort, was noticeable. Thus, a distant moaning from outside of the room, as of […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU: IX. Re-education

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) Retainers whisked the dozen to a long, narrow meeting room with a glass side facing Lake Totenkopf with a low table. The squid in the fish bowl surveyed the room, making thoughtful rippling motions. No one wanted to pay attention to it, so they sat on their various torture chairs and paid […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU VIII. Legal Ambiguity

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) So the figures, a dozen in all, silently entered Schloss Braunschlag, unsure of the protocol. The door opened, and a functionary in a robe, face hidden in a deep hood, entered. The functionary carried a tray with a fishbowl, filled with water, and a glass, half full of water. He walked around […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU VII. Arms Races

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) The nature of the invitation to Schloss Braunschlag was such to rip the tongue out of a man’s head. The fellow, seated across from me, near the front, with his back to the window overlooking Lake Totenkopf, started to come to his feet, beginning to raise his hand. His mouth opened, and […]

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