Memetic Magic: Manipulation of the Root Social Matrix and the Fabric of Reality by R. Kirk Packwood

Author:R. Kirk Packwood
Language: eng
Format: mobi, pdf
Publisher: Jaguar Temple Press
Published: 2019-08-25T07:00:00+00:00

Memetic Magic

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rise, but not fast enough apparently, as Cyrene warned me again.

"There is no time. Get out . "

Interestingly, she kept her voice low enough that

no one else could hear her. I followed her gaze out the window, and almost fell back when I saw what she was

watching. The gray whales had again begun to move, but this time they were swimming through the coral reef toward the windows.

I stumbled out of my seat, knocking my chair over

in the process, and dashed toward the stairs and the

exit. Halfway across the room I stopped and looked back.

Cyrene was still seated, and it was clear to me that she had no intention of leaving. The first whale was just outside of the window, and I leapt up the stairs through the portal just as the ‘host' was slamming it shut. I landed awkwardly as I heard the windows smashing below.

The host slammed the portal door shut and locked it, looking back with a cruel grin.

"You don't know how lucky you are…" she said, as I jumped to my feet and started toward the front door.

As I left that awful place at the edge of the sea I

turned back and was able to see down through the portal window into the restaurant. To speak of what I saw in that instant still makes me shake so badly that I can hardly write with any legibility. What I saw in those next few moments has driven me to the bottle and all

manner of self-destructing vices. What I saw in those moments has driven me all but insane and still may

someday claim my life… but I feel as though it is

imperative that I share it with you.

The restaurant was rapidly filling with water,

already it was deep enough to cover all but the tallest in the room. The waitresses had grabbed the all too real tridents from the hands of the statues, and they swam through that water with graceful lethality. All around panicked people were desperately trying to run toward the stairway, but most were being cut down in turn by the trident wielding women, who stabbed them as though they were trout in a stream. Blood filled the water and this attracted the already ravenous sharks, who swum in

through the broken windows and began to feast on the

still living who were in many cases pinned in place by tridents. The sharks fed on everyone. No mercy was shown to man, woman, or child. A few of the more resourceful victims made it up the stairs, only to find the portal locked. I can still see their faces to this day… hands clawing at the windows, voices panicked, screams of sheer terror.

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