Tree of Providence

Art over at Consultant Bunker seems to have been a busy boy, leaving packages all over the country. His latest set of directions was a bit more of a pain in the ass to translate considering I don’t know Texas politicians by sight.

It’s actually a fairly easy encoding method. Find the individual in the picture. Take their [presidential/district] number and translate into a letter [A=1, Z=26]. The presidents in the 100s were easy. It was finding the U.S House of Representatives members from Texas (200s), Texas State House of Representatives (300s) and Texas State Senators (400s) that was a pain in the ass. Translating all the pictures and combining with the text already on the page gives you a nice little poem:

Round and round and round you go
Until you hit a corner, whoa.
Look south-east, what’s that you see?
A mighty oak tree.

Round and round and round you go
Stopping when the river is below
Under your feet what you will find
Man’s Memories Enshrined

Now we just need someone to take a road trip.

I know, I haven’t posted in a while. There are reasons for that, none of them good so I won’t even bother giving them. But I felt that since Sploit was back in a posting mood, maybe I should be as well. And his posting comes after some really odd activity over at BA’s site as well. It is that time of year again. And despite the fact that I won’t be traveling down to West Virginia this time, I’ll still be keeping my eyes and ears open for aftereffects of The Scream.

I just hope it doesn’t send zmobie Howard after everyone. That would suck.

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So we’re down to the final three people on The Mole (and I’m down to the last day in July to get a second post out). I’ve definitely revised my suspect list since my last post, although I’ve been set for the past 3 weeks - ever since the clip show actually. Mark is the mole.

Of course, this is based on what has been actually shown in the series, which could very easily be manipulated by the editing process. I said in my previous post that Mark was the most obvious candidate, and based upon what was shown in “Take a Closer Look,” I’m really believing that he is.

I think the evidence that convinced me was Mark talking to his coalition partners, Bobby and Clay.

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So much for my goal of having at least one post per month. I was really close to doing a Doctor Who post about the story arc points, but I never got it all around. Maybe I’ll do two posts this month to make up for it.

Dear Mole Producers: Why so many physical challenges? Part of the reason the old Mole was so cool was that they actually had to use their brains from time to time: The Library Game, The Riddle Game, Escaping from the Rooms final challenge (still the best one even if they failed it miserably - stupid boys). Even when they did have physical challenges (Running the Maze, the Fortress Test) they still required thinking and/or team work in order to succeed. And they were a lot more compelling than watching people run around with wheelbarrows or shelp up a mountain carrying bricks.

So far, I’ve only really enjoyed four challenges (and two of those I only enjoyed either because of the outcome or the setup. Take that away and only two challenges were entertaining).

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While the mystery of what happened in LA is still simmering, there’s something new going on in the backwoods of Utah. A guy named Andrew Tobler, got a strange message from his sister on his answering machine. Okay, maybe the message wasn’t entirely that strange, but he hasn’t been able to get in contact with anyone from Piedmont since that day. And that surely is odd.

What’s more, it appears that the government has quarantined the town, under the guise of a training exercise. Sorta makes you wonder if whatever happened in LA happened in Piedmont, except on a much larger scale. Or if they transported those involved in the LA incident to Piedmont. But that wouldn’t make sense. Be much easier to control the situation on a military base than in a civilian town. So scratch that last part. But someone going from LA to Piedmont is a possibility. There’s also the meteor theory as well. Wonder if any space debris has fallen on LA lately?

On a side note, I am so writing into Jack Nash and seeing if I can get an autographed picture of him. Is there anyone who has read his book? I’m in need of a good book since I finished Cathy’s Key.

It seems like lately every time I get interested in something, it dies. Mike is taking a break from writing (and even thinking about leaving LA) while Eric gave us a news video and then promptly shut up. If I were him, I would be a lot more interested in knowing more about what exactly happened since the video shows practically nothing. What happened to tracking down those who were at the complex when the hazmat team went in? Or talking to the families of those that have gone missing? I really hope he’s either just laying low (and not trying to attract the attention of a government that can cover this kind of stuff up) or out getting a job. I would hate to think that he went the way of poor Howard and the Forsythe chaps in just falling off the face of the earth.

Too keep myself occupied now that I don’t have Eric’s strangely familiar face talking to me from Youtube anymore, I’ve been reading, watching tv and going to the movies. One of the most interesting movies I’ve seen wasn’t at the cheap theatre, but online: The Goblin Man of Norway, directed by Howard Byrackk. Sadly, they only have the first part of the documentary up, but I am anxious to see the rest of it. The only thing I’m not really enamored of is that it looks like they recorded it by filming a projection of the film. You can see dust on the image and it jitters (most noticeable when the subtitles are visible). There was no other way to digitize the film?

So I’ve been back from Ireland for a while now, but sadly I haven’t been able to find any more information, either about Howard or anything that happened in Arkham on the night of the eclipse. It’s like everything has just been swallowed up by some big black hole - and that’s almost a bit scarier than finding out everyone has died. I still haven’t completely given up on these eldritch contacts, but I sort of feel myself falling down that black hole of apathy. If the time comes and some more information comes out of the woodwork, I’m sure I’ll be back, ready to see where it leads me (because I do still care about the fates of BA and DC despite the silence).

In the meantime though, maybe I can be of use to someone else. There is this guy named Eric Brody out in Los Angeles who, after getting fired from his job logging evidence from the LAPD, found a video tape of an alleged shooting involving the CDC somewhere in LA. But he’s been unable to find any other information about it - no eye witnesses, no news reports, nothing except this video tape. Brings back memories of searching for information about Howard. But unlike me when faced with a black hole of nothingness, Eric has become more obsessed rather than apathetic. Which is probably a good thing if one wants to get to the bottom of a mystery.

And he’s not alone in his quest. There’s a retired cop named Mike Davidson who has written about “Case 1017″ in his blog lastpalmtree.blogspot.com. Apparently there are two missing men from the night in question: a police officer named Jim McCreedy, and a firefighter. And as he’s known as being one of the best at missing persons cases, he’s agreed to at least check around for some information about the missing men. So if you have any information, you can email him at excopmike@gmail.com - or Eric at EasyE323@gmail.com for that matter.

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I know I haven’t written much in here as of late. For a while it was because I was so busy with Safeget that I didn’t really have time. And then I got so annoyed with The Sculptor not getting back with us, that I stopped caring. It probably didn’t help matters here that I’m off to Ireland in two days and have been all excited about that.

However, things all changed when I got a scan of a newspaper clipping from my sister today. Earlier in the month, I had told her I might be coming down to the City for the eclipse to view an art exhibit. When The Sculptor went all Marcel Marceau on us, I cancelled the trip. I was talking to her yesterday just to chat before I go on vacation, and she was asking me more about my aborted NYC visit. I was telling a little bit about what I knew about the exhibit and The Sculptor, and I mentioned that it seemed that everyone remotely involved, including Emo Howard, had dropped off the face of the Earth.

Today she sent me an email with an attached newspaper clipping, asking if I knew anything about it. All I can say now is - I’m really glad I didn’t go down to NYC during the eclipse.

I’m having her go back to see if she can find any articles from right after the eclipse (although it’ll be over a week before I can put anything on here). Once I get back from Ireland, I’ll start checking other news archives to maybe see if anyone else ended up like poor Howard.

I’m so sorry Howard. This was never supposed to happen.

So welcome to my little corner of the world. I figured I needed a place to write down all my thoughs and opinions about what is going on with respect to the Dreamers, and the Outpost just isn’t the place for me anymore. Not with them being all buddy-buddy with our not-so-good friend Peter. I have to wonder if Petersburg* had kidnapped one of the WV 5 and held them for months if we would be so keen on helping him. But most people think that DC doesn’t count, even if he is the reason we all got together in the first place.

So I can’t guarantee that everything I post here will be accurate. I can’t even guarantee that I won’t change my mind about things over and over again. But unless someone can prove to me that the Dreamers are a bigger threat than either Chorazos or The Council, I’m going to do what I can to help them, even if no one else does.

*In keeping with the tradition of chat, I will try to make sure that each time Peter gets mentioned by name, that he receives a nice, shiny new nickname.