[Mortals] I'll be brief(ing)
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writing_shadows "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my secret underground LAIR. Or, for those not fond of acronyms, Laboratory And Investigation Room.
He strode in front of the whirring projector, his body casting a silhouette on the shifting stream of data beaming out. The air in the room was surprisingly cold for such a strange, tight space, and the others wondered just how much Big X paid to keep the place cool.
"Perhaps I should begin with a brief explanation. Since the beginning of Operation BUNGLE and Operations GEORGE and ZIPPY, K Section has been aware of the presence of others aware of the reality of the world. Be it cryptozoological manifestations combining fauna and flora,"
The slide behind changed to a hideous, mangled video of a man electrocuting a plant. Only it wasn't a plant; each bud, each flower, was the screaming head of a malformed rat, which snarled, snapped, bit and squealed independently as they exploded in a cascade of red gore.
"Cryptozoological manifestations of sentient life, which have since resulted in mutations to the local populace,"
The presentation shifted, using the most annoying whizzy circle morph known to PowerPoint, into a calcified creature, hunched and hideous, its face staring at the freezeframe with alien eyes.
"Or creatures that can manifest out of thin air and do not obey the laws of physics or human nature."
The final slide; a rotting corpse, dissolving like a pod person into a slippery puddle of ectoplasm.
"For a year now, we have struggled. We valiant few, trusted with the horrid secret of the world at large. We have pushed forward, investigating the strangest and most troublesome claims. We have risked our own sanity, tested our own nerve, but we have always overcome, beacons of that triumphant human spirit that leaves us unconquered in the face of all manner of worrisome beastie. We, alone, have continued to protect the world at large, exploring this bountiful fountain of human knowledge, probing the depths of the dark mysteries that lurk upon this green and pleasant England, and further. We have continued our quest on the cutting edge of scientific knowledge, with no safety rope. And, like Mallory, we shall reach the summit of this formidable Everest we call the unknown!"
He paused, hands raised to hush the room to silence. "I said alone, didn't I? Well, chaps and chums of K Section, no more. For there are others like us too. I refer not to The Registry - and again, Order 2 prohibits K Section to reveal itself or make formal contact with that organisation.
He strode in front of the whirring projector, his body casting a silhouette on the shifting stream of data beaming out. The air in the room was surprisingly cold for such a strange, tight space, and the others wondered just how much Big X paid to keep the place cool.
"Perhaps I should begin with a brief explanation. Since the beginning of Operation BUNGLE and Operations GEORGE and ZIPPY, K Section has been aware of the presence of others aware of the reality of the world. Be it cryptozoological manifestations combining fauna and flora,"
The slide behind changed to a hideous, mangled video of a man electrocuting a plant. Only it wasn't a plant; each bud, each flower, was the screaming head of a malformed rat, which snarled, snapped, bit and squealed independently as they exploded in a cascade of red gore.
"Cryptozoological manifestations of sentient life, which have since resulted in mutations to the local populace,"
The presentation shifted, using the most annoying whizzy circle morph known to PowerPoint, into a calcified creature, hunched and hideous, its face staring at the freezeframe with alien eyes.
"Or creatures that can manifest out of thin air and do not obey the laws of physics or human nature."
The final slide; a rotting corpse, dissolving like a pod person into a slippery puddle of ectoplasm.
"For a year now, we have struggled. We valiant few, trusted with the horrid secret of the world at large. We have pushed forward, investigating the strangest and most troublesome claims. We have risked our own sanity, tested our own nerve, but we have always overcome, beacons of that triumphant human spirit that leaves us unconquered in the face of all manner of worrisome beastie. We, alone, have continued to protect the world at large, exploring this bountiful fountain of human knowledge, probing the depths of the dark mysteries that lurk upon this green and pleasant England, and further. We have continued our quest on the cutting edge of scientific knowledge, with no safety rope. And, like Mallory, we shall reach the summit of this formidable Everest we call the unknown!"
He paused, hands raised to hush the room to silence. "I said alone, didn't I? Well, chaps and chums of K Section, no more. For there are others like us too. I refer not to The Registry - and again, Order 2 prohibits K Section to reveal itself or make formal contact with that organisation.
"Instead, I refer to three other groups. Ladies and Gentlemen, I refer to the Circle of Hermetics, Project Gargamel, and Mr Scarecrow..."
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