The Mods - The ascention of the Mods- chapter one

There he stood, in his long black hooded robe awaiting the final ceremony that would bring him into the supreme council of Mod. It had been four exhaustive years since he first became an initiate apprentice and now here he was, at the threshold of a new life, of a new way of thinking and looking at the world around him. From this point on he would would be making decisions he only used to dream about making, such as, should a thread remain active or be terminated. Oh how naive he was back then at first. he thought it would be a cake walk. There were five levels he would have to pass before he would be standing at the doorway to the chamber where the supreme council sat. Five levels he would never forget.

The first level was an infiltration of the Order of Freemasons. He joined and became one of their initiates and pushed his way eagerly up the step levels of secrecy until he could convince his guide he was worthy to know the most sacred secret and the meaning of the eye. Then he was off to Egypt where he would have to enter into the great pyramid and descend beneath it into the hidden room of the Pharaohs. Placing his hands on the symbols of the sun and the moon, exhilarating pulsating beams of light energy filled the room and danced upon him with bolts of high energy lasting several minutes. He hadn't a clue what it all meant but he knew that now he must ascend into the highest peak of the Himalayan mountains to a place know as Se' cra-le Abu. It was a long climb and dressed only in the red tunic he was given. No food or water, not even a crust of dry bread. Fourteen days it took him to ascend into the high hill and enter the hidden temple.

It was strangely warm once he entered the temple, and there was a breeze and the sweet smell like that of a flower garden. He was met by ten beautiful women wearing long flowing gowns who took him along the sandy pathway and into the large cavern lit by a strange amber light. Before him was what can only be called a lake of some kind. The breeze came up off it and relaxed him. If he wanted he could stay there and never leave. The women tended to his needs and he had no want for anything except desire. But then he realized that this itself was the test. The protocols of Mad stated that one must resist the desire to go with the flow and not allow one's own selfish desires to influence the sharpness of the mind within. Reluctantly, he departed from the temple and made his way to the fourth challenge. The feared weekend stay in the inner city of Los Angeles.

At first glance Los Angeles looks and feels like any other major city with all the running about and such, but then a second look brings you to the subterranean tunnels where the blood worms live, so called for their taste for human blood. In a botched science experiment crossing earthworm dna with that of the mosquito, the result was a nasty five inch worm that lived for blood. Some escaped and entered the tunnels and lived there on mice and rats and the occasional homeless person. When it attacked it went straight for any orifice it could find to enter and then bored it's way to the brain sucking the precious blood out of a person. Quick insanity and dementia was the result and then death. Equipped with only one jumpsuit and face mask, he spent a horrific weekend there as the worms crawled all over him in swarms too scary to mention. He also witness them feeding on two homeless individuals stupid enough to be down there with him. After that ordeal he exited into the daylight leaving the worms behind him as they could survive in the sunlight. The lesson here was to never fear what any thread submitter says to you, no matter what. be brave, show no fear under all circumstances.

Finally at the fifth level, it was time to get yourself together. made to sit in a chair under a light connected to an electric shock machine, you were pelted with question after question for five days. Answering the question right brought reward. The wrong answer brought pain. It was quite possible to fail miserably and exit the place totally insane. No one ever got a perfect score, but finally he emerged with a 65 percentile rating which meant that he was now able to stand before the supreme council of Mods.

The large metal doors clanged together as they shut and the room was filled with silence as he walked over and stood before the Mods. laying down on the floor he spread out his arms and legs and as hard as he could he shouted, " I will NOT dis-inform ! I will NOT dis-inform ! I will NOT dis-inform ! I will NOT dis-inform ! "
" Stand before us Pledge ! " Shouted Overlord. Site Owner and Site manager stood together with Overlord as the pledge stood and awaited the final decree.
" It is the decision of this council that you be granted admission to the Supreme Council of Mods. " It is further granted that you be awarded a new site name and be given a new Avatar." Site manager motioned the others and looked down and the Pledge. " You shall be called Vanguard Anonymous Excellorium."

Site Owner cleared his throat. " Vanguard Anonymous Excellorium ! Remove your hood and be counted among us. Wear the colors of the ATS and go forth, set standards, execute judgment, and rule over the site as one of us. He removed his hood and disrobed and put on the colors of the ATS. he was one of them now. He was a Mod. he had finally arrived.

I knew there was something Satanic about these Mods.

Yes. And it will take another member continue the story in chapter two. It was a rigorous process that he took in order to ascend to the level of site mod. It isn't easy to keep from giving in to friends and those you like on the ATS. It takes resolve and discipline in order to keep one's head above the water. Hence all the rituals and tests one needs to achieve before being one of the chosen.

Does anyone out there have chapter two ? We need to get the whole story out there.