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- ...presents... The Jolly One
- by The Usenet Oracle
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- >>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
- -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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- The Usenet Oracle has pondered your question deeply. And in response,
- thus spake the Oracle:
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- "You should tell your thirteen year old that Santa Claus is mommy and
- daddy because eventually she is going to find out from the wrong person. If
- that happens she may be upset with you both."
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- Mighty Oracle, with great effort of mind I still find within myself some
- dying glimmer of faith in your power and -- I force myself to believe -- your
- goodness, and your ability to save my daughter, my family -- indeed, all
- humanity, and the very universe which humanity has for eons complacently
- regarded as its own, never knowing, never suspecting that in another dimension
- -- a dimension which is, I now perceive, perilously close to our own -- there
- has awaited since the dawn of time that Being -- yet I cannot utter its name
- without the last vestiges of my sanity being crushed beneath the weight of the
- hideous truth which I alone must bear -- though soon, I dread to think of it --
- soon all will behold the fullness of its horror -- the horror of -- the Jolly
- One -- the One in Red.
-
- Did you ever ever receive my last question, Oracle? How sweet, how
- innocent the time I wrote it now seems, although even then the horrors I had
- glimpsed oppressed me. It was Christmas then, and my daughter, my darling
- Virginia -- her talk of the strange, of frozen wastes she beheld in dreams, of
- great cities of ice, a universe of cold and crystal, and then her strange
- demand for blue crayons -- the crayons she used to endlessly compose cryptic,
- strangely garbled LISTS -- and then the chanting began -- that nauseous dirge
- -- oh Oracle, how could my daughter, my precious, innocent Virginia, utter
- unceasingly, hour on hour, such a fiendish, godless monody... "SAN-ta, SAN-ta,
- SAN-ta, SAN-ta..."
-
- And in the morning, what I found -- running from the fireplace to the
- Christmas tree, the ghastly, putrid trail of phosphorescent slime. I told you
- of these things then, Oracle, but no answer came. Yet weeks later I discovered
- my question, and an answer -- a queer, weirdly nonsensical answer -- posted to
- alt.conspiracy -- yet -- I shudder to recall this, Oracle -- the question and
- answer were HIDEOUSLY TRANSPOSED!!!!! What unthinkable disruption of the
- cosmos, what strange mutation of the most fundamental laws of our universe,
- could cause such an aberration...?
-
- I pray that you receive this question, Oracle, for now the truth is clear
- to me. I know now -- would that I did not! -- that my daughter, my Virginia,
- has been chosen as the medium by which the... the Jolly One shall pass through
- that gate which until now remained so mercifully sealed -- and that with the
- arrival of this... this being... the reign of humanity shall end....
-
- I turn to you now, Oracle, asking now not for advice, but for the
- salvation of humanity. Yet I fear your answer.... I fear the only way I can
- avert this horror is through the most dreadful sacrifice -- that only by
- murdering, in cold blood, my flesh and blood, my offspring, my darling,
- precious Virginia -- Oracle!!!
-
- I just heard something, a bump on the roof -- I hear a rhythmic -- beating
- -- HOOF ON HOOF -- I know who comes Oracle! The ones I saw in dreams --
- dreams until now blissfully forgotten -- dreams of those antlered fiends --
- those heinous, grinning UNGULATES -- send them back, Oracle!!!! Return them to
- the stygian depths from whence they came -- back Prancer! Back Cupid!!
-
- The fireplace! From the fireplace -- a hideous SUCKING --
-
-
- (At this point, the datalink was broken, seemingly by a burst of an unknown
- energy that destroyed not only the remote terminal, but the USENET host as
- well.)
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