NYC Alert

[+ Tom Isern]

I feel compelled to relate here an event of horror of such magnitude that the events left me in a state of abjection, fear, and trembling. This post is not for the faint of heart, for the events here described are of such barbarity they would no doubt unhinge the imaginations of a Shelley, a Stoker, even a Stephen King. While revisiting this period of my life is likely to cause me the most acute anguish, I nevertheless feel the compelling moral of my heart-wrenching tale to be worthy of exposure for the greater good of all concerned. I venture forth in the sincere hope that my readers will not find me indelicate, indiscrete, or insensitive. A bold, intuitive, sixth sense is leading me on! This may be your time, gentle reader, to click away from this thread, for I do not wish to be held accountable for the damage my gothic tale might render to more delicate constitutions.

 

So there you have it. I’m afraid that I can’t say anything more, because I value client confidentiality and I am a discreet person and have trusted friends with cell phones. I don't want to compromise my powerful and top-secret security measures. But know this: I had a gut feeling, a sixth sense, and I was right. Things were not on the “up and up.” And therefore, be afraid. Be very afraid.

[alanalt]

Ah you met 'Rockhard' face-to-face at last did you? My sympathies! }(

[Rick Munroe]

Tom, thank you for the alert! The same thing almost happened to me today, too, but thanks to your explicit and very helpful warning, I was able to use my third leg -- I mean my sixth sense -- and also avoided catastrophe.

[+ Oliver]

Excellent! (no further explanation required)

[JT Brooklyn]

L O L .. The FEAR has Traveled to NYC! What place is safe?

[whipped guy]

I recently returned from a visit to the New York City… and in order to get to the location of my hookup I had to take the E train to the confines of the Port Authority Bus Terminal and then walk several secluded blocks. Now I discover that all the while lurking in the shadows was the possibility for an impending disaster so incredible, dire, dreadful and ominous as to defy any description by mere words. And to think, I took that dreaded train, walked those frightful confines, and hiked those many secluded fearsome blocks... and in the gloom of night no less! And all the time I was unaware of the prospective for imminent doom. No it was not a dark and stormy night… but still I was lucky to have survived… was it worth the risk??? I’m not so sure.

 

Tom… thanks for the warning… I will add NYC along with DC to my list of cities to avoid… Could possibly Boston be next on the list?

[Guest jaighbos]

Wow. New writer but regular reader. First response is S-N-O-R-E.

Why such derision? Seems to me something potentially bad went down. He's willing to share more info with other escorts should they ask. I don't understand why so many feel entitled to every detail or why the incident is treated with such scorn. Perhaps there's history I don't know, but I prefer to give Stephen the benefit of the doubt.

[Louis]

jaighbos...his name is Steven..:-) Easy to make a mistake.

[Guest zipperzone]

>Wow. New writer but regular reader. First response is

>S-N-O-R-E.

>Why such derision? Seems to me something potentially bad went

>down. He's willing to share more info with other escorts

>should they ask. I don't understand why so many feel entitled

>to every detail or why the incident is treated with such

>scorn. Perhaps there's history I don't know, but I prefer to

>give Stephen the benefit of the doubt.

 

I think the point the group is making is that if you are not prepared to tell what the danger is, why post in the first place. But then you knew that didn't you....... S-N-O-R-E.

[whipped guy]

Jaighbos…Hi!

 

There are several issues here and it does include some history.

 

First, as Louis points out, his name is Steven (honest mistake)… but Steven often goes by other names (not an honest mistake)… Also as zip comments, why post such imminent catastrophes (such as those of being the target of some wild wizard hurling destruction and devastation by fire and ice) if one is not in a position to further elucidate the source of such wizardry?

 

Sorry, if I sound a bit enigmatic and cryptic… but if you have been a “regular reader” you should be able to figure it out. If not I will leave it to others to further "clue" you in on the matter.

[JT Brooklyn]

Hello Jaighbos..

I'm not sure how long before your sign up you've around and not sure IF you know about all the previous "Draker Drama" we've all been subjected to?

 

BUT I Digress. His "Benefit's for Doubt" were used up along time ago, by most!

 

I wish those well, who for whatever reason are still holding on to them. I'm guessing they just like "Cheap Egocentric Drama", as opposed to Good Old Fashioned Drama! IMHO of course! LOL ;-)

[AdamSmith]

The Unnamable

 

We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb in the late afternoon of an autumn day at the old burying ground in Arkham, and speculating about the unnamable. Looking toward the giant willow in the cemetery, whose trunk had nearly engulfed an ancient, illegible slab, I had made a fantastic remark about the spectral and unmentionable nourishment which the colossal roots must be sucking from that hoary, charnel earth; when my friend chided me for such nonsense and told me that since no interments had occurred there for over a century, nothing could possibly exist to nourish the tree in other than an ordinary manner. Besides, he added, my constant talk about "unnamable" and "unmentionable" things was a very puerile device, quite in keeping with my lowly standing as an author. I was too fond of ending my stories with sights or sounds which paralyzed my heroes' faculties and left them without courage, words, or associations to tell what they had experienced. We know things, he said, only through our five senses or our intuitions; wherefore it is quite impossible to refer to any object or spectacle which cannot be clearly depicted by the solid definitions of fact or the correct doctrines of theology - preferably those of the Congregationalist, with whatever modifications tradition and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle may supply...

 

***

 

...Then came a noxious rush of noisome, frigid air from that same dreaded direction, followed by a piercing shriek just beside me on that shocking rifted tomb of man and monster. In another instant I was knocked from my gruesome bench by the devilish threshing of some unseen entity of titanic size but undetermined nature; knocked sprawling on the root-clutched mold of that abhorrent graveyard, while from the tomb came such a stifled uproar of gasping and whirring that my fancy peopled the rayless gloom with Miltonic legions of the misshapen damned. There was a vortex of withering, ice-cold wind, and then the rattle of loose bricks and plaster; but I had mercifully fainted before I could learn what it meant.

 

Manton, though smaller than I, is more resilient; for we opened our eyes at almost the same instant, despite his greater injuries. Our couches were side by side, and we knew in a few seconds that we were in St. Mary's Hospital. Attendants were grouped about in tense curiosity, eager to aid our memory by telling us how we came there, and we soon heard of the farmer who had found us at noon in a lonely field beyond Meadow Hill, a mile from the old burying ground, on a spot where an ancient slaughterhouse is reputed to have stood. Manton had two malignant wounds in the chest, and some less severe cuts or gougings in the back. I was not so seriously hurt, but was covered with welts and contusions of the most bewildering character, including the print of a split hoof. It was plain that Manton knew more than I, but he told nothing to the puzzled and interested physicians till he had learned what our injuries were. Then he said we were the victims of a vicious bull - though the animal was a difficult thing to place and account for.

 

After the doctors and nurses had left, I whispered an awestruck question:

 

"Good God, Manton, but what was it? Those scars - was it like that?"

 

And I was too dazed to exult when he whispered back a thing I had half expected -

 

"No - it wasn't that way at all. It was everywhere - a gelatin - a slime yet it had shapes, a thousand shapes of horror beyond all memory. There were eyes - and a blemish. It was the pit - the maelstrom - the ultimate abomination. Carter, it was the unnamable!"

 

"The Unnamable" -- H.P. Lovecraft

 

http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary/lovecraft/theunnamable.htm

[Guest jaighbos]

Hi JT

I guess I haven't been a regular reader long enough - I had no idea there is so much history that I am not aware of. Apols also to Whipped Guy, for stepping into something that clearly had its genesis elsewhere. In a way I'm glad to know something (or some things) pre-dated Mr. Draker's (avoiding the mis-spelling!) DC post, because as someone coming from a "clean slate" (and yes, there are a few places I can still use that term!) reactions seemed quite harsh. Thanks for the heads up - in the future I will keep my reactions to myself until I am able to learn more about the lives and legends of the participants in these forums!

Thanks again.

[JT Brooklyn]

jaighbos..Unfortunately the Truth ain't always pretty. But anything JT has unfortunately repeated, is a well know fact in these circles.

 

I have No whatever against Draker and as they say.. Gentlemen of the Jury..The Facts speak for themselves!

 

I am now "AMEN" on this subject! LOL ;-)

[MIKEY08]

Arthur's Theme: Best That You Can Do

 

Recorded by: Christopher Cross

From the 1981 film, Arthur -- starring Dudley Moore

 

Once in your life you find her, someone who turns your heart around,

And next thing you know, you're closing down the town.

Wake up and it's still with you, even though you left her way across town

You're wondering to yourself, "Hey, what have I found?"

 

When you get caught between the moon and New York City,

I know it's crazy, but it's true.

If you get caught between the moon and New York City,

The best that you can do, the best that you can do, is fall in love.

 

Arthur, he does as he pleases; all of his life his master's toys

But deep in his heart he's just, he's just a boy.

Living his life one day at a time, he's showing himself a really good time.

He's laughing about the way they want him to be.

 

When you get caught between the moon and New York City,

I know it's crazy, but it's true.

If you get caught between the moon and New York City,

The best that you can do, the best that you can do, is fall in love.(Instumental break)

 

When you get caught between the moon and New York City,

I know it's crazy, but it's true.

If you get caught between the moon and New York City,

The best that you can do, the best that you can do, is fall in love.

 

 

"Arthur" lives on in NYC and in all of our hearts, is he related to this latest alert, Tom?

 

Mikey

[pierrot]

What in the world is this thread about? Who is Steven? What does he have to do with Tom Isern's original post which appears to be a take off on Poe or Mary Shelley?

What's the in-joke?

[MIKEY08]

Interesting to me that you do not ask: Who is Arthur?

 

Mikey

[Scorpio]

>What in the world is this thread about? Who is Steven? What

>does he have to do with Tom Isern's original post which

>appears to be a take off on Poe or Mary Shelley?

>What's the in-joke?

 

There's no in-joke. Tom's NYC Alert post is a simple parody of Steven Draker's recent DC Alert post and his follow-up "Clarification" post, which really didn't clarify anything. Read those two threads if you like and then the "in-joke" will be clearer. Maybe.