CCCC - Legendary Incarnation of Glory

Dear recipients of the bimonthly publication of the CCCC:

A thousand buckets of boiling paint repellant I lavish on you all, because I have you in my heart. Indeed, old soul, our hearts are intertwined, caught up together in eternal bliss. I do hope grievously that your respectable circumstances find you all well, just as it is right for me to think this of you all, inasmuch as both in my chains and in the defense and deception of crop circle fabrication, you all are partakers with me of grace. Grace, my dear substituents, imparted from the pantheon itself. O my soul, how life over the ages has been a ruthless adversary. But now, dear friends, I have befriended life, avoided the pains of immortality, and found a purpose driven crapface in it all. For what else do I have to live than leading my comrades into battle? Mind you empty-headed ants. I scoff at any who dare to confront me with the so-called pains of life. They are nothing! Mark my words! I have traveled across the length and breadth of the known world. I have seen everything there is to be seen (with eyes). And am I empty-handed? No, no, a thousand times no. Life is a joyful resoundment that springs echoes of angelic songs into my head.

I ask you rhetorically: what has sprouted these notions into my head of late? I will tell all. Nothing will be withheld from your face. I, being an Immortal, have had much time lately to sit and think and ponder about life, what it is and what it truly means. Perhaps those nearing the eve of their years can share in the sentiments upon which I am about to expound. I will tell of the Keepers of the Books, the forgotten immortal beings of old created by the God of my existence, the One I spurn. But I, Dr. Townsmite, have risen above the Keepers! They were entrusted with the task of records, human history, all the tedious foolish knowledge. These Keepers wandered the Earth and lodged themselves into differing cultures and societal structures in order to interact with the people and write records of the inhabitants’ lives and the aspects of the cultures. I found it vain to acquire all of this knowledge, only to leave and go on to other societies and cultures. Yes, yes, I was a Keeper of the Books once, created by the God of my existence, but that is all I deem Him. I even once enjoyed life. However, looking back, nothing has filled my heart more than the position I hold now, as the president of the CCCC, supreme horn of the earth! Who can stand against us? Who has the purity of mind, body, and soul to attack my organization on all fronts? For I remind you, dear children, wars are not won with soldiers, they are won with morale. Cease, Ignorance!

And I have just the piece of soul-soothing news to lend to your aching mind. I know the toils and pains that rest on your backs. I am delighted to inform you that my top adviserary, PBurton, and his team of humanoid partners have fabricated a fine jewel of a crop circle in Wiltshire, England. Much radioactive debate has intensified from the largely-publicized fabrication since Pburton did a thorough job in covering his tracks. I commend this fine sir, for he is one of my finest mortal friends. I also enjoyed the obvious Aztec design, derived from a creative mind. I will be saddened in the day that I will live to witness Pburton’s death and cremation.

Thus is the fate of all seeds of legend. Yes, yes, that is how we immortals refer to ourselves – the seed of legend. But how, you ask, did I lose my status of Keeper of the Books? Well, as I earlier mentioned, O forgetful one, I will tell all. In the year 783 B.C., when the Grecians were just beginning their celebration of the Olympic Games, I found myself influenced by the pantheon of Greece. My name… my name… Gristhkep. Yes, that was my name in those days as a Keeper of the Books. Before Greece, I used to be one of the Keepers, wandering the earth, rummaging over innumerable documents of human history, intrigued by every second. However, seeing the joy and the pleasure of the human pantheon, I threw off my responsibilities and created the sect of Seeds of Legend, convincing other Keepers to join my cause. However, as I and my followers had disobeyed God who had entrusted us with the task of records, we were doomed to endure the pain of human emotion and suffering.

I, Gristhkep, lived for many years in this abject state, witnessing the decay and death of my fellow immortal friends. Many of them fought amongst themselves to gain the quickening, in hopes to defeat the human suffering they endured, but nothing filled the desperate emptiness. One by one they all died, and today only a handful of immortals are alive, save the cursed Keepers who scoff at our pain. Indeed, of all the Keepers I hate most, there is none other than Colnkep himself! But friends, I rose above the pain! I lifted myself out of the miry clay and set myself upon the rock of the CCCC, from which my joy is found. In the wiles of deception and power I forgot the pain of human suffering, I didn’t need the quickening from other immortals. I became Dr. Townsmite. Yes, and since the fond year of 1948 I have dispersed my glorious fabrications across the globe. Moreover, I have envisioned a future world with all peoples under our powerful arm, dancing as marionettes on the stage of folly. Do not fret, dear mortal that you are not like me. Instead, take joy in your mortality, for you are not subject to my pains, my terrible knowledge, for the great ones say, “Knowledge is a deadly foe when no one sets the rules.” Well, my friends, I have set the rules, I intend to see my goals out to the bloody end, no matter what the outcome may be. I implore you to take up arms with myself and set out against the folly of this terrible human world and create a society in which mortal and immortal live in harmony.

I sing as a caged bird set free, as a lion in his prime in the Saharan desert. My soul sings for harmony. I wanted to tell of these truths decades ago, but waited until the opportune moment. Behold, now is the hour, your mind and hearts are joined in wonder at the amazing conquest of my life. I have bigger dreams for this organization yet, good friend. We will live to see that wondrous day when the Keepers themselves wonder what on earth to document, for no words will describe the day when we gain power!

Your faithful leader and companion to the bitter end, I remain

Dr. Townsmite

Founder and CEO of the CCCC, in establishment since 1948

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