CCCC - The Day of Reckoning

To all recipients of the bimonthly publication of the CCCC:

Ahem. Glory unleashed. The process of entropy has been seemingly reversed. Mine eyes have seen the glory, as if a city-wide spacecraft was entering the earth’s atmosphere, producing the most expressionate drama of water and fire. Just imagine with me: something so grande it would take years to express, aeons to recount its entirety in written records, a lifetime to relive in terms of relative experienced pleasure. Oh, how the days seem uncounted, separate seconds blending into the globule of passing time, forgetting the care of the insignificant worries of everyday life. I take joy in the remembrance of that old CCCC spiritual: “We shall overcome someday”. Well, my dear friends, this ambition has been realized. Yes, you know to what I refer: the capture of a Keeper of the Books.

In the city that never sleeps, none other than the island of Manhattan, reached through a dark traverse over the Brooklyn Bridge after nightfall, the place where dreams are realized and lives are reborn, we enacted the secretive operation to capture one of the Keepers. In the interest of the ongoing safety of this operation, I cannot tell the name of this particular immortal being. However, this Keeper and I were once close friends, back before the Sumerians ever erected their pagan ziggurats, before the Hebrew nation was born, a few centuries after the dreaded flood. Ah, yes, in those days we were closer than brothers, intrigued by this interesting race of mortal humans, consumed in constant drive to capture every action and every occurrence with ink and swift stroke. Although our respective missions forced our departure from one another constantly, we still came together, inseparable. However, there was one commonality we lacked: the equal love of God. My friend, being born into his particular fate, could not help but love the designs and plans of the Almighty. I, on the other hand, saw the underlying plot of supreme power and prestige this ruling being sought, and, disgusted at the lack of care for other beings, sought after the more appealing beliefs of mortals, which cost me my Keeperhood. Nevertheless, I have gained much more, more than a life as a Keeper could ever have attained, a life of renown. And our quest sings loud and true as we will now enact our plan of power with endeared care, rule with respective benefit of mortals as we cripple the death grip the Keepers hold on Man.

Already our interrogations have gathered much beneficial information. We now are tracking the movements of Keepers across the globe. We know specific, detailed accounts of the deceptive manipulation tactics of the Keepers. We even know information on secretive missions designed by the Keepers to destroy our glorious organization! So you see, already we our seeing the fruits of our labor, in only the first few days! We will counterattack these foolish operations and take more Keepers into captivity. Yes, they will fall into our hands. The hands have been dealt, and we are the dealers. And, as we all readily know, the house always wins.

So, you know that success and fortune await not long in the distance. There may come a day when the CCCC may fall, but that day is not today! We will prevail! We shall overcome, and have overcome the evil ones, the damned Keepers of the records of Man! May they spend the rest of eternity falling in the abyss for their treacherous acts against mankind. I have spoken. Heed my words.

To you, good soldiers of the crop, I give you the motivation necessary to uproot evil from the land. Press the crops with good motives, the motive to rule your fellow mortals with grace and benevolence, and keep them from utter destruction. I will see to it that no substiuent lacks the proper tools to undertake this task. You have believed in the Pantheon, believe also in me. With this I shall take my leave from the motivational recounting of glorious events.

Persevering until the end of time, I remain,

Dr. Townsmite

Founder and CEO of the CCCC, in establishment since 1948

****Warning: There is no warning. We all shall eventually die one way or another.****