posted on Oct, 20 2008 @ 01:33 PM
Deep within the bowels of a cave in the Carpathian mountains exists the embodiment of a thoughtform created by thousands of fevered minds frantically
pounding out their worst fears on keyboards dispersed around the globe.
A long dark tunnel coated with a slime more foul than the putrid ooze clinging to the walls of hell, winds its way to a chamber. The only entrance is
a heavy wooden door with hinges rusty from the blood of the innocent.
Inside sits the entity known as www.abovetopsecret.com. It waits. It has infinite patience. The chamber is lit by pools of luminescent ichor drained
from the veins of a thousand malevolent demons. Its hulking shadow is cast upon the walls of the chamber. A bony finger pokes out from its hooded
robe and pauses over the keyboard. "Whoooo shall I torment today?" The unholy voice echos throughout the chamber to be heard only by rats driven
insane by the solitude.
Or it's an Amigo.