Greetings!

[hineybuns]

Hello, this all seems fun!

[MajorPanic]

Hello, and welcome!

[mqstout]

Welcome to the site, hineybuns-backside. What brings you to our little corner of the 'net?

[samuraitrev]

Greetings hineybuns,

It may all 'seem' like fun but beneath this friendly community stalks a lurking fear. A being who is only spoken of in hushed whispers, followed by many crossings and Hail Mary's. The being I'm referring to is known by many names. Some call him Sarku, some the Great Worm. His new wife probably knows him as Snugglewuggles. Yet those who claim to know him, await his call to end this illusion we call life and claim this world for his own.

All that's required is the great Seer to chant the words...

[Old Dwarf]

Hail to you our, newly-honoured member, and welcome to our sacred Chamber of Glittering Night. You have made the first brave step on a long and dangerous journey, and I salute you in the name of Our Lord. May the masked demons of the Inner Paths of Ko’áàr guard your steps! May you not be swayed by the Thirteen Temptations, nor by the Twenty-Six Fears! Each of you is blessed by the Dark Hand of Despair, and if only you pray to Him for the strength to serve Him as He demands, you cannot falter.

The Lord Sárku—may His Name be revered for all time—is our guide, through this life and far beyond. He is our God, and we must worship Him. But how, when we are nothing to Him? What can we do that might remotely do honour to His name? But the flesh itself is nothing—this is the vital first lesson in understanding oneself. The conscious mind, the intellect, the alert and true-perceiving eye, this fifth and final facet of a sentient agent, his soul, this is the key to self-awareness and to understanding the path towards piety and godliness. How can it be otherwise? The soul is the one aspect of the individual that survives death and remains a distinct part of the individual. With the guidance of the Dark Lord we can return it from its dreamless sleep in the tomb—still linked to the body, not dissolved nor forgetful—to alertness and awareness and eternal freedom from the pettiness of living shackled to the dreaming, angry, wandering selves. With our mind finally clear from the veils we create around ourselves, we are finally able to begin truly to understand the magnificence that is the Lord Sárku, and to give praise to Him.

But do not think it will be easy. The facets of worship of Lord Sárku that so fascinate outsiders are real, and they serve a purpose. Death, decay, the corruption of the flesh, all this must be faced. You can have no comprehension of what awaits you, and if I were to tell you what is involved in the rituals of the Ravening Angel of Despair or the High Surrender to Excrescence you would run screaming from this room. How can we understand what comes beyond the Black Curtain without staring into it until it falls back under the blazing force of our will?

But—as a TZG Member—the aim is not to run shrieking into the arms of horror, but to train our mind to strong, calm contemplation, to be able to focus without being distracted by our own passions or those of others. To look ahead to whatever may befall us without fear, disgust, excitement, or fury. How can we perceive the true glory of Eternal decay that our Lord promises when we ourselves are awash with dreams and shadows and falsehoods? How can we play our small part in serving His plans? It would be unnatural if you were not apprehensive and fearful along the way.

To see clearly and not to flinch! What could be more honorable? But this takes so many years of courage and faith: I hope and pray that you will hold to the path and neither turn nor fall. We must help and support one another through the arduous times ahead.

OD

[BigDumbYak]

Welcome to the land of creeping undeath.
Where the weird outweighs the beards,
and the screams are usually human, since zombies mostly groan.