CCCC - Endeavors With Unmatched Resolve

Dear recipients of the special publication of the CCCC:

Hello, my fellow substituents. I write to you in utmost somberness, and my thoughts swim at this exact point in the space-time continuum, and I aggressively attempt to recollect every mode of thought my mind has undergone. Recent events have left me stricken, lost in the wake of undesirable dreams. I understand that many of you wish to abandon your posts and leave this glorious organization, believing that I am some diabolical power. Have no fear; I do not wish to unleash ultimate universal destruction on those who may stray, for today my heart is softened. You may indeed go your own way, but first let me attempt to win hitherto your hearts once again. Also, let me warn you: if you indeed play the recidivist, relapsing into your old life, you will be under strict surveillance, having seen such invaluable information and events. However, to those who may lend an ear to my defense, strive with ceaseless intent to understand exactly what I say.

First, I must reveal the object of heaviness on my heart. Indeed my eyes saturate with unrestricted tears at the very thought of this tragedy. Last Tuesday, I was in Turkey, working in the fields along with my top adviserary, PBurton. As in any other covert operation, we followed all guidelines to suppress the awareness of our presence. However, it seems one of my many substituents desired to attempt assassination upon my face, having felt indignation at my claims to immortality. Believe me so, fellow substituents. I do not have to prove this fact to you, as this very publication is a testament to my immortality. This particular substituent established a sniping post a few hundred meters from our position, and proceeded to eliminate the partakers in the operation. At this point we had no knowledge of such an attempt, as this fellow substituent had withheld the knowledge of his presence from ourselves. As the projectiles began to hurtle by, I watched in disbelief as my comrades began falling. I called to PBurton, who was on the opposite side of the field; “lie low!” as the tactical defense squad began firing in the direction of the shots. Our covertness was compromised. We enacted protocol 0-8, and eliminated traces of our fabrication, while every second shots came dangerously close to our craniums. Suddenly, in a blur, I was struck in the forehead. I fell back into the wheat, unconscious. Seconds, minutes, hours seemed to tick by as my soul fought to regain strength.

I don’t know how much time passed, for none had seen my fall. I looked around. Bodies were everywhere. In the distance I could see the tactical defense squad, chasing their target. Suddenly I remembered PBurton. I called for him. None but the silent wind answered. I was living among the dead. I scanned the bodies as I passed from one to the next, searching, longing for my friend. Finally my eyes fell upon him. He had been struck in the temple. No life remained in his body. I cried in disbelief. Never should a man be stripped of his best friend, never. But once before had I mourned for PBurton, my aide through the rocky years of crop-circle fabrication. Now I was left to mourn again, yet again without a due farewell. Many friends have I left behind in this life. My one wish for each is to be there in their last moments and let go as their spirit leaves the body.

I linger on, doomed to walk in dreadful knowledge of the entirety of human history. O, what distance mortals have crossed. But what pits they have burrowed for themselves! Darkness resides over the world of minds. You humans don’t even comprehend life. A vain existence, a walking plague, spreading ruin across the globe. I saw the near destruction of your race countless times in the last century. Fearing for the worst, I established this glorious corporation in hopes to attract mortal attention towards the heavens. Thus far, you can see the mighty success. Never will mortals destroy themselves while I reside in power. I will see to it.

There you have it. You now see what drives my ambitions. I don’t simply work to subject mortals to an immortal’s rule. Open your eyes. I strive to shield the human race with my protective arm of grace. Strangely enough, one assassination attempt on my face has saved the CCCC from certain doom. Never would I have revealed my heartfelt sentiments unless driven to emotion in its extremity. Nevertheless, the assassin has been destroyed and no longer exists, at least in bodily form. But no, I bring to your attention the real assassins: the Keepers. Like seasoned councilors they interact with mortals and bend them to their will, laden with excessive powers of persuasion. They, I am convinced, have ruined many great substituent minds in this organization, driving them to rebellion and ruin. For none who first believe and then leave the fellowship will be spared. We must destroy the Keepers. We must plant in them the seed of hate. Even as I speak, an elite group of highly-trained adviseraries is being assembled for this secretive operation. The plan: capture of one of the Keepers. Having assimilated themselves into mortal culture, they are impossible to track or find by mere observation. However, being of immortal blood, I and only I have the ability to sense another with a perpetual soul. Therefore, I am most assuredly accompanying this taskforce.

For the rest of you most honourable substituents, stealthiness is of superuniversal importance. I hope that my openness with thoughts has won back the doubters. If any more doubters exist, I do beseech you to make your complaints known to any of my adviseraries, as they exist for your well-being. We must unite under this great cause. With unmatched resolve we will march the plains of freedom for all fellow mankind, entrusting them under our great arm of protection. Our banner flowing swiftly in the tamed breeze, our arms locked in fellowship, our heads entrusted with stealthiness, and our hands equipped with the means of precautionary deception, we will never lose ground to those who wish to undermine us. Seek the Pantheon, follow your life paths, trust in the soul for the eternal source of goodness.

On the road to a stronger CCCC, I shall always remain,

Dr. Townsmite

Founder and CEO of the CCCC, in establishment since 1948

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