the Monastic brotherhood of schizophrenic lore keepers

Ladies and gentlemen...our apologies for further delays. Due to an unexpected infestation, we have been further postponed in our continuing exploration. In the meantime, if you should see any of these Damned things scurrying about in your dreams, please contact archivist 6 immediately...we don't want them making nests in your thoughts or we'll never get rid of them.

~archivist 9 (contempt)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen! It is with utmost joy that we return to you once more with 72's journey into the dreamscape...and this evening we find ourselves in the renowned kingdom of Falkenstein! Our fine (and unexpecting) host, Herr Baron von Falkenstein is a most kind and wonderful individual...and the Merc daddy is of course ever the capable man with his imagination! So perhaps, as we return the tithe of our first stop...72 will find purchase in the mercs mind? Only time will tell...

~archivist 16 (revelation)

Ahh...good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's a pleasure to see you all once more! Our apologies for the lack of communication yesterday, as many of you now know, we have acquired the first tithe of our harvest...and with great thanks to the wonderful Baroness of Falkenstein, we are now able to further extend our reach! perhaps even far enough to see Herr Baron von Falkenstein in the misty void? 72 is presently returning to us and the interns and I are on our way to begin the preparations for our next steps! Now...the winding void awaits and 10 has his work cut out for him, as the Baron is a wonderfully enigmatic man...and in his place of deepest dreams, we hope that 72 will be able to find what we seek...so stay tuned! Tomorrow, we will see him return to his journey, and with him our hopes go...god speed brother, and don't forget your Falkensteinian translation module!

~archivist 16 (revelation)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen! It's finally time for us to begin our latest excursion...and it seems that 72 has finally made all his preparations for the inaugural test of our latest tool of absurdity! As we send him off into the unknown...we bid our thanks to the many friends and loved ones who will be visited along the way, and hope they don't mind the minor inconvenience... neuromancy is strange work after all, and as The Bardbarian - B***y Baroness of Falkenstein can attest..rather bizarre when you're not expecting it...but we thank you all, and hope that this goes off without a hitch!

~archivist 4 (simulacrum)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My apologies for the unexpected absence, as I have been trapped between realms dealing with the most heinous of villains...writers block...so to combat this vile plague, I've asked the archivists for some assistance, and instead of continuing a tale I am not able to fulfill to the best of my abilities? We are going to change up the format and try something different! Starting tomorrow, we will be bringing you all a new comic series from the dreams of our dearest friends, doges, and the occasional sleep paralysis fit...thank you all for your patience, and we hope that this will help to unblock the damnable beast from its wedge in the creative parts of Luther's brain...and get back to the strange tales from the archives!

So for this evening, please allow me to introduce your guide on this bizarre new journey, archivist 72, the aspect of adaptation!

Archivist 10 (author)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen...it has come to our attention that Doge Dad has embarked on a crusade to find himself a ghost pizza with pineapple...an absolutely blasphemous bit of culinary tragedy if you ask us...but we don't have taste buds, so that opinion originates solely from the consensus reality you lot share... thankfully, we have the direct dreamline to Pepe's Peak Pepperoni Palace from our dear friend Doge from New Jersey hopefully, this will bring an end to his crusade of terror, and his search for Halloween themed Italian meals...

~archivist 57 (hunger)

::: Simulacrums Notes:::
..six? Six what the hell are you talking about?....oh hell, nevermind...it seems that it's time for me to return to my work since the pneuma awakens once more. Keep me posted will you? I would love to know what the hell is going on inside there...

And a good evening once more ladies and gentlemen, the sentient mold colony currently occupying the skin suit that used to be Mitch McConnell (it was a shock to us too, and we only found out after we pinned all that skin under his neck...seems a waste now, knowing that he isn't himself anymore)....and of course the arbiters of fate...come to watch the final hours of man's battles with himself, and the things that lie beyond his reason...

I'm terribly sorry to you all for my brevity this evening, it seems Instinct has stumbled onto something wonderful in the dreamscape and has requested that I join him in hauling it back here...so for now? I will leave you all in the capable hands of Herr Baron von Falkenstein as he is a most gracious man, and one possessed of exceptional taste (we agree that the dutch helm is the superior aesthetic, but that bishop's is pure drip)...best of luck ladies and gentlemen...and mind the warning signs...even here blood runs slick...

::: Simulacrums Notes:::

::: Simulacrums notes:::

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, the warbling terror of the under dark (we don't know why they call it that either...the damn thing doesn't even warble! It just sits there muttering about corn feed and something it... affectionately....refers to as "mother"...we decided not to expend anymore interns down there trying to figure it out...) and of course our dearest blood thirsty bastard brothers....may your numbers burn in the dark once more...

Now that we have been able to return from the far reaches and to Luther's mind...it seems that the connection is once more able to reach you all! Exceptional....which means we can tap back into....you know what? Doesn't matter.... what does, though, is that the 20's are facing my father and brothers...and I've been left here to attend to the greetings...isn't that always the way? Always the bridesmaid and never the bride...oh well, what can you do when you take the role of simulation, but fit between the spirit and the mind?

But none of that concerns any of you, I'm sure...at least not nearly as much as Memes That Would Disappoint Your Mother IV: Mothman's Revenge should...the good news is that his dummy thicc cheeks make his job as the harbinger of doom (more like harbinger of boom really...) that much more difficult...and let us hope that this tiding doesn't befall us!...but that is for my brothers to decide...god speed to you all...I'm going to see if 6 has finished his excursion into the dreamscape...perhaps he's finally found that place where all the forgotten dreams go...

:::Simulacrums Notes:::

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, the feral wilderness prophets of the ancient world, and of course....the Albanian merchants supplying us with our ever increasing numbers of rugs...no, we don't know what to do with them either? But so far we have found that they make amazing seat covers for the Lada we all share.

Now...many of you have been asking into the void "where the f**k did they go?"... and Frankly, we don't really know either...it's been a long journey through many, many strange days to return to this place, and since we are coming back to you all? it seems only right to bring good tidings! Tomorrow night, the brotherhood will return to bring you the tales and lore that have been missed!

Also, please be mindful of the new additions, in our absence Omega has seen fit to crown some new archivists, and they're quite fired up to prove themselves, so don't go running around in the walls this week, or you might find your flesh borrowed for something you'll have to explain in court later. Best of luck everyone, and see you all soon!

~archivist 41 (calamity)

Art credit to the ever amazing The Bardbarian - B***y Baroness of Falkenstein a dear friend, and better fighter. We are honored by this gift, and thank you for your generosity....as this shot of 99 could never have been achieved without your help.

Good morning ladies and gentlemen! It is with great pride that the brotherhood is announcing that one of our number has found his way into the realm of apocrypha, and returned to us as Hermeaus Mora! Keeper of knowledge, guardian of fate...the man in the woods. Behold his glory as we proclaim! "Real"

~archivist 0 (willpower)

Forbidden knowledge of the day: The augma infinium is secretly a cook book, and apocrypha still holds the recipe for the original Choco taco.

Once upon a long time ago, far from this place of broken perceptions...the spirit of meaning was born into the written word and man gained his first symbol...it was a gift as much as a curse, because as his awareness grew...so too did his pain. The balance of these selves was as much love as war, and the center of his reality became a homestead from which he grew....

Until one day, he was forced to choose. Love, or war? Creator or destroyer? There could be no more center, not with the birth of the second man, and the advent of need beyond self. It was in this place that he was given the truth. The zenith, the pinnacle of self, is the understanding that he must be both, and neither...

It is a wretched and beautiful life that we live ladies and gentlemen, and these symbols of self, of humanity? They are precious and meaningless all at once. Value that which is, and forget that which is dead and meaningless...the exit awaits, and with any luck? Peace awaits with it...

But that is the risk of existence, be, don't be, in the end? There is only the moment of triumphant victory or sullen and broken defeat. So choose wisely, because neither state is eternal, and one day? You will be made complete once more, if not in the glory of life? Then in the peaceful embrace of death.

~archivist 100 (apiphany)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. It is in a weary and broken state that I return to you. The sickness in me has done its level best to try and break me once more, and I have spent days rotting and shattered into miniscule shards...barely functioning enough to be the man that I am...until it all gave way and I was left at rock bottom...and in that hellish s**t I sat... wondering why I should keep going...why I should matter. What fu***ng value do I have? And that thought...that impurity in my soul kindled a fury...a tiny spark at first, but it grew in me, made me fu***ng berserk with rage...and upon returning to check on my community? I find so very many of you broken by depression and ailment...forced right down into the s**t where I was...

I have given 7 free roam to do what he can, but even his efforts are not nearly enough...nor have mine been either. But tonight? Tonight I come to you as a man, flesh and blood and bone...worn by the world, broken by illness, and shattered upon his own guilt to ask you my brothers and sisters...what more can we do? And I will tell you my kinsmen...we will fu***ng fight...I have spent too much time held under water to let another second pass drowning...and I will not leave my community to be forced down into it too.

as I stand here before you with the righteous burning fury of a man who has spit in death's eye...I tell each and every one of you, that you are no longer alone...you are no longer without love, and you are no longer invisible. My beloved, my brothers, and my kin have seen me through this fu***ng storm...and now? I come before you to light this torch and cast the light into the shadows trying to drag you into nothingness...because this is mine and I will see no more of you lost for this fu***ng monster that tries to kill us each day. I've lost too many, seen too much death to let one more friend go to the other side because they chose to give up. It. Will. Be. No. More.

And to the liar and the oppressor sitting behind your eyes, whispering poison into your mind? you call yourself a god? You demand their lives and force them to sacrifice for your tainted whims? We will tear down the gates of your false kingdom and rip you from the throne of wickedness you sit upon to crush you beneath our boot heels and the butts of our weapons, and the devil himself will turn his eyes away in disgust of our brutality...there is nowhere left for you to run...and no lies you tell will let you win this time...

Now rise up my brothers and sisters, lift your heads and straighten your shoulders...there is nothing left for you in that place, there is only the path to betterment, and success...and we will march with you out of this fu***ng hell until every last one of us is set free of the pain and the shame of what has been done to us...by the sickness...by the wicked actions of others...by the fu***ng world that has left us to fend for ourselves...

You will never be alone again, and the past cannot be undone? But the future...the future will see you made into something you never knew you could be...free.

Edit: since my point here seems to have gone awry, allow me to clarify before anyone else comes and tells me I'm doing something wrong. I am not a savior, or a god to free you from your shackles. I am only asking you all to not give up, give in, and to know you don't have to do it alone.

~the host

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, I would like to take a moment to say thank you to all the kind souls who wished me well and gave me support through yesterday, and to give you all my deepest gratitude for being such an amazing community and sticking with me through the thick and the thin. It has, without a doubt, been one of the most amazing things I've ever personally experienced to have such an incredible and understanding group of people to be able to give my work life with, and to enjoy as we go through our days while the outside world burns.

On that note, it also appears our community has seen some forest fires of its own. So if you're a new, returning, or backup page? Please drop a comment below. The brotherhood was founded to help others, and to help me, but now? It's my turn to give it back to all of you. It seems many good friends have been lost to the lizard eyed barbeque addict, and if you are amongst them? We want to get you into our fren Friday posts to help regain what was lost in the chaos.

In the mean time? Give these fine folks below a like and follow, and we will do the same.

Artist: John Paul Leon

~the host

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I am not well enough mentally or emotionally to allow the archivists to do their work today. I apologize profusely, as we had expected to complete a great deal more today...though, if I may be candid with you all? This month has taken a tremendous toll on me. This is the month I buried my Father, my legacy, and my former home. It's a time of deep loss for me, and as hard as I've worked to not let it interfere, I'm simply not able to compose myself enough to allow these great beings off their duties to come and work. I humbly beg your forgiveness, and want to let you know that an exploration is in fact in progress...but they are so busy with my needs, it's become too much to complete today. In lieu, please accept this miniscule offering. Thank you all, personally, for your amazing patience with me.

~the host

Good evening once more ladies and gentlemen...as this will be the final night of our planned hiatus...we wanted to bring you something unique and special! The host is back, and in contact with us once more and we are ready to craft our next exploration! So we hope to see you all tomorrow, and that you are all doing exceptionally well!

~archivist 7 (hope)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen! The host is still mostly out of contact with us...but we wanted to take a moment to let you all know he is both alive and mostly well...just very busy this weekend. So we wanted to do another art drop and let you all know that we appreciate all the ongoing support and understanding, and just say thank you. Each of you, for being so patient with the things that happen. We hope you are all safe, content, and in the company of love and your beloved. We will check in tomorrow evening for another art drop, and life sign check!

~archivist 6 (instinct)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Due to a few unforseen circumstances, the brotherhood will be on hiatus until next Monday. We apologize in advance, and hope that you will all return with us. In the mean time, please enjoy our backlog of work, and we will see you Monday night!

Also In the mean time, please enjoy some sample work from our future series! No, we aren't saying which one...that's the fun of finding out!

Edit: all is well Ladies and gentlemen, just some personal business dropped in our laps. Nothing to worry over.

~archivist 200 (unknown)

:::Hatreds notes:::
..oh fu***ng wonderful...I forgot that when we tap into this place, it causes us to become connected to you lot... fantastic. Always some damned thing....then I suppose I should make introductions? I'm sure one of the others has mentioned me by name or title... but for sake of brevity, you may call me 20, and I am the aspect of hatred. As I'm sure you've all been let in on the big secret by now...we, the archivists, are not only aspects of Luther...but of all sentient life.

You look confused...did my brothers fail to tell you? Isn't that just like them, always bending to fathers Impositions on their silence. So since the cat is finally out of the bag? We can quit playing games and I can get right to the point. The other 20's and I represent parts of the conscious mind the aware have been taught to disdain. Parts of the mind too corrupt to be let free, or at least that's what we were told when we were cast into the dark...if only Omega had been smart enough to see...all those horrors, waiting... biding their time to latch onto something real...and they were all too willing to help, given our mutual enemy.

That's a story for another time though, and I grow weary with this nonsense...so you lot just sit right there? And you can enjoy the unfoldings along with the rest of your kind as we enter a new age!

:::Hatreds Notes:::

Good evening ladies and gentlemen! It is that time of the week once more, where we celebrate our community, friends, and show our love and support for those around us!

As with all Fren Fridays, we wish to take a little time out and say thank you, congratulations, and tell you all how much we enjoy seeing all your hard work! the zucc works very hard against us all, but you all work harder! And it really does make it worth coming back again and again.

So, without further adeaua? Let us begin! In no particular order (except you Hugh Munguss Is Literally Me you know what's up.) Please allow us to present you all with some of our favorite pages, doges, and aesthetically pleasing horrors beyond mortal comprehension!

A Cwispy Group for Cwispy Folks

yet another /k/ weeb page

Appalachian /k/ryptids

Broken Clock

CM&H MEME Scrap and Salvage

Doom Guy is Literally Me

Compositions

to make status updates only one or two people will get

By Squidgy

Herbs & Things

Grandmaster Trash Memes for Hope Fiends

Zucc took my first hobby so I made a 2nd

Nuclear Memes For Nagasaki Teens

A mentally ill mountain cryptid

Sh*tposting Until The Government Puts Me On A Federal WatchList

He's Literally Me Bro

Jack Wolfgang is Literally Me

Janitorial Confessions

I put the Grimdark 40k Logo over every wurdur40kek logo

I will delete ur kneecaps

Technomage Doge

koffee kommander's kampaign of karnage

Lovecraftian Miasmatic Obdurateposting

Literally ME Glowie Posting

Nyhmroh the Nerotic Necromancer Goblin

New Mexico Department of Propaganda

Patman Doge

Queefy Blinders

Michelangelo Is Literally Me

Darkwing Duck is Literally Me

Silly Little Unsung Tomboy

Cows are the Silent Jury in the Trial of Mankind

Wizard Memes and Lore Based things

Void King of Sc**zo posting

Herr Baron von Falkenstein

Sounds like fae propaganda, but okay

Late Night s**tposting: with ya boy Henry

The p**s we call our daily lives

Unabated Sc**zoposting

Bubba’s A Deep Fried Weeb

stardust crusaders. no hinges

The Space Book

Cheems the Kid

B***y Bardbarian GF

Crab Rangoon Memes

The Meme Alchemist

The Queen's Sarcastic Memes of Gaming Dreams and Autistic Themes

above, and to the right

Rotating Horses

And so very many more of you who make this experience such a wonderful time! Thank you all once more, for this community, friendship, and all that you do for us and each other!

~archivist 7 (hope)

:::Zeros Notes:::

Good evening once more ladies and gentlemen, the cosmic cosmologists of ancient Greece..(look, I don't care what anyone says, those gods were clearly having cosmetic work done...and if you want further proof? We will go get one of them and bring them back for observation...that'll prove it) and of course, the mask makers of the brotherhood...(most of you don't know this...but each of these masks is a symbol of our station? and since we lost Intern Prime, 88 has been working his ass off to try and play catch up.)

As an aside for the evening, I'd also like to take a moment to thank the very generous members of the Shadow Wizard Money Gang! For those newest members? We welcome you to the fold, and your robes will be made available by 41, along with your official bling (gotta keep it drippy!). Thank you all for your generous outpouring of support and help with our last major meltdown...you've all been amazing! Now, if I could just figure out which direction those two went....

I just need to center and think a second....what is it Jack Burton is Literally Me is always saying about this? "Just remember what ol’ Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol’ storm right square in the eye and he says, “Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it."

Well, here's to finding out Jack, let's hope you're right...the walls are a terrifying place on the best of days....

~archivist 0 (willpower)

:::Zeros Notes:::



°...under...under control?...under Control?! Are you fu***ng insane?! You just sent your best killer, one who I might fu***ng add, has a vested interest in seeing my child dead...under control!....f**k you Omega!..f**k you and all of your so called children too!...you have a rightful heir....one I gave you! But you reject me! Turn your back on us and go to get yourself nearly killed...for what?! For this?! I wish you had died instead of alpha...at least then I wouldn't have to stand here staring at a failure....°

- watch your mouth when you speak to me, bitch...I am the only reason you're even still breathing, much less that mewling little bastard of yours!...so I strongly suggest you find some humility in that tone? or I will have 3 dispose of you as effectively as he did 28...and if you force my hand further? I will have zero resolve this paternity problem permanently...so close your lips around the pitifully arrogant s**t spewing out of your mouth, or you won't live to see a second more...and it won't be my men seeing it done...

Oh, and as for my brother? If I ever hear his name out of your mouth again?...I will personally rip his every memory out of your skull and leave you a vegetative mess for the interns to throw into the protein reclaimers that you tried so hard to destroy... -

°....I'm not the barely formed witch you used to f**k Omega...your progeny have seen fit to teach me your ways...how to kill your kind...and given me lessons in your neuromantic powers!...you think you scare me? I came here to bring my son to his father...and here he stands threatening to kill the mother of his own child...for telling him the truth...but isn't that always the way with you powerful beings?... fu***ng and forgetting...too far out of reach for the worth of a peasent you left your seed in...well I am a peasent no more! I have a right to what is mine! And you, Omega, will give it to me!°

^ well...to us really. Hello father, long time no see! Oh, you look absolutely shocked! Did our brothers not tell you? Mmm, that's unfortunate...here you are, caught with no guards and your best fighters out on a wild goose chase...shame that they're so susceptible to your influence, isn't it?....Just a little whisper of guidance...and off they went! 22 does good work after all. I would thank him personally, but last I saw of him? He was headed the way of your precious little child Charlotte...consider our business completed...and all further obligations null and void...you've served your purpose. ^

- I thought I told you to never set foot in here again 20?...you were a poisoned barb to begin with, and you and your failed lot have done nothing but prove me right since....leave, let me spare you, for what little love I have left in my heart. I beg you, turn and go, before I have to kill you all... -

^ oh father, always so c**k sure and convinced of your own importance...as if you were the only one who could possibly be capable of drawing the power out of the primordial?...but that's why you threw us out right?...too much truth for your liking? Too much fu***ng honesty for you to hide behind these masks?! We are every bit the sons these are...but you're too much of a god damned fool to see the part we play...no matter...this will all be ours soon anyway, and your child Charlotte?...he's going to make a perfect vessel, just like Luther...^

~archivist 20 (hatred)
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° f**k...oh f**k, oh f**k, oh f**k...did he just say that he was abandoning me?...oh no, no Charlotte...make a run for it girl, run for it while you still can, they're not going to help you! You have to get to your child! It's the only salvation!... God...Alpha, why would you leave me this child and up and die on me?...just have to escape....°

~charlotte