DARKNESS WITHOUT DAWN

Wednesday, 27 September 2006 By Chato

From an alchemist's diary: the awful truth
about the Oz PM and endless horror!

Here are just some of the entries found in
a diary that was among the personal effects
of a strange individual who disappeared in
even stranger circumstances. I will fill in
more detail shortly.

Consider this entry:

"I have struck depths your little brain
can't picture! I have seen beyond the bounds
of infinity and drawn down daemons from the
stars . . . I have harnessed the shadows
that stride from world to world to sow
madness and death. I have resurrected half-
formed man-beasts, that even though dead, have
done my bidding as leaders of nations."

And this one:

"The Essential Saltes of Animals may be so
prepared and preserved that an ingenious Man
may have the whole Ark of Noah in his own Studie,
and raise the fine Shape of an Animal out of its
Ashes at his Pleasure; and by the lyke method
from the essential Saltes of humane Dust
a Philosopher may, without any criminal Necromancy,
call up the Shape of any dead Ancestour from the Dust
whereinto his Bodie has been incinerated."

Unfortunately I am not at liberty to disclose my
sources of information, as my dear family could
be hunted down by ungodly forces that normal
folk could not bear to admit the possibilty of
actual existence. So I shall say this as simply
as I can, in the hope that some decent souls can
arm themselves with knowledge and do what is needful
to remove this horror in our midst. I fear that it
is already too late.

Here is the important fact:
The much beloved Oz national leader was re-animated
from a chemical powder that was originally the ashes
of a psychopathic practicioner of the Dark Arts, and
who was put to death by outraged citizens several
centuries ago in a seedy part of London.
How the ashes got to become the property of this
friend of the family, I do not know, but it is clear
that a resurrected horror has been raised as though
their own son, even though it be a demonic cuckoo!
This demonic thing is in effect immortal and only
those who are armed correctly dare attempt to put it
into a final grave, and return it to its Dark Father.