Disclamer

[The posts that follow are a complete and utter work of fiction. any resemblance to any people, places and events is entirely coincidental and are used in an parodious manner. Don't sue, anyone. Please.]

Prologue - The Events That Transpired.

There's always an air - or rather, a stench - of unwieldiness when one mentions his name. This is especially true when one aims to be critical of him or the events that transpired. And when one mentions "the events that transpired", everyone in the room knows the events of which they speak. "The events that transpired" are always the same, because those are the only events that anyone will talk about; the only events that anyone dares to be critical of. His name is almost always omitted, and no one mentions his name even when asked to elaborate. The people who don't know the name beforehand are left out entirely, left to only wonder at what the man's name could be. The people who do know do this intentionally, because they feel a physical force to do so, and because they deem eavesdroppers "uncool". They know his name, but are afraid of his name, the letters it contains, as if saying his name will bring back the force that now keeps them quiet.

This Force binds the people who know it best to silence eternally. At first, they told the story to many people, in public venues, without regard to secrecy. However, as the deaths of "The First Circle" (the people who experienced "the events that transpired" first-hand) began happening, and as the investigations of their deaths revealed that foul play was invariably the cause (none of the cases regarding their deaths were ever solved), the people that had heard the story began to fall silent. However, people in "The Second Circle" (the first people who heard the story from The First Circle) continued telling the story. The same tragic fate befell these people, and thus the story was kept quiet, for the most part.

When the people from The Second Ring realized that their fates were not sealed if they simply relegated the story through writing, the story once again spread. But while the people writing it were able to put the events on paper, they found that there were two problems that faced anyone who wrote down what happened. First, there was the problem of distribution. No one would dare publish such an outlandish story, especially under the label of non-fiction, and having the story published as fiction or satire was a pointless endeavor. The internet was a then-viable source to spread information, but the authors of the various versions of the story found that their computers, no matter what RAM or CPU they had, would crash in the middle of having the story stored in any sort of digital medium.

The second problem they faced was the distortion of facts. While the First Ring almost exclusively told the same story, the Second Ring found that incongruities and various spelling and grammar errors littered all written versions of the story. These twisted facts and spelling errors worsened as they tried to improve the story, and facts were continually distorted for the sake of spelling and timeliness. When the remaining members of the Second Ring would meet to discuss what was true and what was not, the arguments would almost always lead to fights, and, after both parties realized that neither party was very physically capable, LAN matches of Counter Strike.

With such a large mountain of evidence leading them to believe that their attempts to get the facts straight would ultimately lead to their deaths, and that all of their meetings eventually became week-long stayover sessions of Counter Strike, most members of The Second Circle began giving up, and tried to get on with their lives and do other things. Most members published their version of the story as Stephen King novels, while others went to work for the likes of Wal Mart and Jiffy Lube. They continued to live with the events their whole lives, never telling anyone and occasionally meeting up with each other to think about it (again, they couldn't talk about it) and try unsuccessfully to get a coherent version of the story. Without most of Second Ring to tell the tale, the story that had so impacted their lives, as well as dooming the lives of The First Ring, vanished into the abyss from which it came.

And so what had happened became myth. The Events That Transpired were no truer to the populace than Garden Gnomes. And because it had become something mothers told their children at night, to put them to sleep or scare them, The Events That Transpired no longer held any meaning. They were, at first, meant to illicit feelings from the people, to better themselves, and to create a better world. Instead, because the Forces had kept people from telling it, the lessons it was meant to teach were destroyed.

For all intents and purposes, The Events That Transpired were dead. But one man would not forget. As a member of The Second Ring, he felt he had as close as a connection to The Events as anyone else alive. Hearing first-hand accounts from The First Ring drew in his mind a vivid picture, not unlike those found in children's books (and about as realistic). When the other members were sipping Mountain Dew and playing Counter Strike, he was the only person still at the table, sipping Mountain Dew and looking through the versions of the story, and yelling at everyone else to keep the noise down. He believed himself the only person capable of compiling. The Events That Transpired into anything more than fan fiction on internet forums. What he had were true events, and it was his responsibility to relay them to the world at large.

He felt this way for a number of reasons. First, he was the only person to have told the public at large the tale and have lived. the reason for this was as of yet unknown, but he felt that because of this, that if anyone were to tell the story, it would be him. Something or someone had chosen him to tell this tale. Second, he was the only person with enough dedication to the project of compiling it. Whenever a meeting was called, there was little doubt about who had done the calling. Even after most of The Second Ring was either dead or bored, he was still working on how to best tell the story. He was not doing this by choice. Or so he felt.

Which brings us to now. He has once again taken it upon himself to write out The Events That Transpired, and to finally bring the truth to the masses. Taking all of the versions of the story from other people (literally, stealing), he has begun work on what he believes will be the final version of the story, the true story. Battling against the Forces of distortion and time, Edgard Baskuwes will attempt to once again reveal the truth of The Events that Transpired. If it doesn't kill him first...