View Full Version : UNBELIEVABLE - must read!
NCINancy
06-06-2009, 03:35 PM
i just got through reading a document my friend jim swears is 'real.' these were memos supposedly from the navy and if they are telling the truth and are real they will change the way we see the world forever.
i'm going to try and pull the text out of the pdf and post the relevant parts here - i really can't imagine this is true but if it is then - well you'll have to judge for yourself . . .
Well????? we're waiting???? i want to not believe!
NCINancy
06-06-2009, 04:34 PM
Ok - be patient - there is a lot of stuff here.
First part is below:
Tina –
I don’t think anyone can link me to you so I’m fairly safe but you might want to be careful. If any of this is true or even partly true, the powers that be will fall on this like a ton of bricks – I’m talking men in black, anonymous helicopters, disappearing. Maybe it is just nonsense – I don’t know and to be honest part of me doesn’t even want to know. But like I said, if any of it is true – god help us. The world is not what we think we understand.
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USN 3214A-034.256
Sec Mabus has reviewed materials and the transcriptions below. Copies to NSA, CIA, BRPD and straight to CIC. CIC so concerned he is making special trip to N. Africa to review the materials first hand. USS Eisenhower will rendezvous with AF1 in Persian Gulf. Preparations for deployment in Bay of Bengal and South China Sea to blanket the area. Further movements approved off Somali coast to seek to retrieve the artifacts. Maintain top security clearance and codes.
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USN 3214A-034.255
Briefing on debris located at 06:00:00 apx.15 clips N/NW of 15degree/60degree. Below are raw transcriptions of relevant portions of log retrieved at above location. The log was found among smoking debris from a ship although no records confirm a ship in the area and there were no logged vessels in the area.
Log book was titled: “The Ensign’s Personal Log” though there is no confirmation of identity of ensign or verification of any ship in the area.
[Note to Brg Cm: The NSA and CIA are all over this stuff but haven’t seen this. I wanted to brief your command first and then let you make the call as to how far we go working with them. I think there is also some pressure from IAEA esp. regarding the ‘nuclear event’ in the area but we’re keeping them out of the loop until the brass makes the call.]
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NCINancy
06-06-2009, 05:02 PM
sorry guys - that's just the preliminary stuff - i'm trying to get the main part on here - trust me it is worth the wait . . .
ok - either this is some kind of viral marketing for a new movie or something or its gonna be pretty freaking weird
NCINancy
06-06-2009, 05:38 PM
"
30/5/09
I have been on the seas for twelve years and on this boat for five. I have seen about every kind of thing imaginable – from corpses to bloated sharks to what I still swear to god was a mermaid – but nothing prepared me for today. There really isn’t any way to write this that won’t seem like complete insanity or the lead up for a very bad joke – so let me just write it as it happened: Today, a talking monkey hired our boat. Ok, there it is. A talking monkey apparently contracted with our captain to hire our boat for a special operation. The captain had mentioned it – more mumbled it – a day earlier but I really thought he was just using some racial slur. When the thing scampered on board I almost shit myself – and then started to laugh since I figured this was the pay off to some practical joke. Then it looked me in the eye and said, “good morning.” I suppose its funny but I didn’t want to laugh – I just stared back at it until it grunted and scampered on up the plank.
The captain and I had a long talk that night with lots of rum and neither of us could get our heads around it. But, the captain swore it was legit. The deal started with a phone call, then the thing made the odd confession that it was a “monkey,” which the captain also figured was a joke or self-deprecation. Then they met to make the first monetary payment – the monkey apparently paid in solid gold – captain even had it double checked. So, the deal was done.
The only other thing that I feel worth writing – this monkey isn’t any curious george. Small, yes, but serious – even stoic. Eyes that have seen death and destruction and a grave sense of purpose that I don’t want to cross. We’ve briefed the men – of course they all cackled about banana boats but I’ve noticed that each one of them that has actually seen this hairy creature stow the wisecracks pretty quick. Two days out and we’re following the directions of a talking monkey off into the deep – god help me, I wish I was going mad.
01/06/09
Three days of hard sailing – engines at full – no idea where we’re going. The monkey keeps to itself – avoids the walkways and tends to climb up the outer works to get to the bridge and give the captain course corrections. Sometimes he can be seen sitting on the bow of the boat – well clinging to the bow really – nose out sniffing. He carries a leather satchel with a bunch of small electrical devices but sometimes he steps away – pulls out a handful of bones and rolls them on the deck before scooping them up and going back to the electrical boxes. I don’t think he’s noticed me spying but he does keep vigilant and often looks up at the sky as if expecting something. I can’t wait to get this done – bonuses for everyone the captain promises.
03/06/09
05:00:00
Full stop today but I wish we hadn’t. I guess I should be glad we’re at our ‘destination’ – not that you can tell this spot in the ocean from anywhere else. At least we’re half way to done. But Petey keeps briefing the captain about radiation readings getting higher and it seems like they’ve peaked here. The monkey and the captain had a huge argument as we moved into the high radiation area – ‘contracts were signed’ the little thing screeched and then with a look of pure malevolence it said ‘there will be consequences for a failure of will.’ There was silence for a long time – I honestly thought the creature was going to kill one of us and for a moment in spite of its small size I really believed he was going to be able to do it. But then the monkey looked down and said, “we’ll be quick. The ship should absorb most of the radiation. The men should be fine.” Then quietly and with a tone of ‘my final offer’ – “I’ll pay double.”
Captain is no fool but he loves money, especially gold. 24 hours were promised and the monkey agreed and scampered out.
12:00:00
Update: The monkey went overboard in – I find this whole thing to be totally unbelievable – a wet suit and diving gear. He rigged up several large wenches on the starboard side and then with an underwater bag of gear and the cables tied to his back he dove in. After he was gone I asked the crew if there had been any instructions – apparently he just said: ‘don’t touch anything no matter what.’
14:00:00
Hot as hell on the deck and 2 hours in I figured maybe the monkey had drowned or been eaten (can monkeys swim??). But he popped up right at 2 hours in and barked up an order – push the tarp over the side. Two of us pushed the large black tarp over the side and then he barked at us: “get off the deck – no one looks this way.” We headed over to the bridge and the captain reiterated – “monkey wants everyone out of sight – whatever he’s doing is his business.”
14:40:00
OK – I couldn’t help myself. I squeezed in between some piping on the starboard deck and crouched behind more rigging lines. By this point the monkey had climbed back onto the deck and was working on the series of wenches then after a few minutes he would dive back into the water before climbing back up and reworking the wenches. He did this several times and I was almost exhausted watching him but he worked like a man, well monkey, possessed.
19:55:00
This might get me fired, decommissioned, who knows. But I have to put this in writing just to have it in print and hopefully out of my mind. OK – still shaking a bit here but I know if I don’t write it now I’ll never sleep again.
Watched monkey for over an hour. Same routine – fiddle with wenches, dive into water, back up the cables, more work on the wenches. Then suddenly he seemed satisfied. He stopped for a good ten minutes – looking, sniffing, listening and I was convinced he knew I was there but then just as suddenly he began pulling the switches on the wenches and meticulously going back and forth between the wenches starting and stopping them. At one point I felt the boat pull just a little in the direction of the wenches and I realized we were pulling something BIG up. Maybe treasure or wreckage or . . . .well, I would find out soon enough.
After 40 minutes of slowly stopping and starting the wenches the black tarp appeared and the monkey’s activity went into high gear. Back and forth, onto the tarp, back to the wenches, back onto the tarp, over the edge, he scrambled like a beast possessed before finally the massive shape underneath the black tarp slowly was drug onto the deck.
At first it was only a big black tarp – maybe the size of a large shark and it had a kind of smooth curving organic shape. But the weight was more – you could feel weight pushing on the deck. The other odd thing – well odd at that point – was its smell. Not organic but not mechanical either – like bleach mixed with rosemary and ionized air and blood and puke and iron and a whole mix of things that my nose couldn’t process but I knew that something underneath that tarp was just wrong.
Then he pulled back the tarp. I really cannot describe what it was. Some sort of a creature – ok that’s not true it was not any creature ever known but it had black holes where eyes should be and a mouth like a jagged skull with teeth and a long sloping skull that curved back behind it. Its surface was not any real color – maybe like grey but a grey that has not existed in the world or in any imagination ever. But it was wrong. For a long moment I stared – unconsciously standing – I think I was waiting for my eyes to adjust to the illusion and feel that relief of when an optical trick rights itself. But the thing would not shift – it just laid there in all its horrific stench and wrongness and all I can say is that at that point I lost it and puked.
The hot bile blew up through my throat and onto my shoes and still I could not take my eyes of that thing-that-could-not-be and at that moment the whole horrific force of the word ‘otherworldy’ hit me. And I puked again.
My trance was broken by the realization that the monkey was staring at me – cold pitiless eyes. The only thing that overwhelmed my fear and trembling at the sight of that thing was the sudden awareness that the monkey was going to kill me.
But then he looked away and barked, “go.” I ran back to my room where I threw up several times and fell to the floor and trembled before finally deciding that the only way to keep any semblance of my sanity together was to write this down and hope the nightmare would stay in my journal.
NCINancy
06-06-2009, 05:39 PM
05/06/09
06:20:00
I woke from a restless sleep. No dreams or nightmares but just a sheer horror at a universe that was not what I’d imagined. Captain said he figured I was sick since I couldn’t be roused and just shook and sweat. I asked where we were and cap said we were racing back towards the coast of Somalia. The destination shook me out of some of my stupor – “are you mad.” “Monkey wants to go to the coast of Somalia and he’s paying the bills. Besides, sooner we get him and his stinking thing off the ship the better we’ll all sleep.” The mention brought my terror back and I asked the captain about the tarp – trying to maintain the illusion that I had not really seen what I thought I had seen. “No idea what it is – its hot, really hot and giving off a high peak of radiation but the tarps he has it under are lead lined so we won’t be too bad off. No one has seen it but everyone just wants it as far away as possible.” I knew what he meant.
“But Somalia? What about pirates?” the last thing I figured we’d need now was a hijacking
24:00:00
Midnight and I couldn’t sleep. The thing under the tarp just kept pulling at my brain. What the hell was it? I feared it more than I’ve feared anything – and I’ve seen many a fearsome thing at sea and on land – but I had to see it just once more.
I slipped out of my cabin and down the ladders towards the hold. The only guard was Johannsen and he was standing with his head stuck out the porthole – probably trying to get fresh air away from the stench of the thing under the tarp. Engines on full and a rough sea so no one could hear me slip past and quietly into the storage area.
There it was. Heat was real – even in the cool night the thing gave off a physical heat that made me remember the radiation warning. Still, I had to see. I slipped forward and grasped the edge of the tarp and pulled hard – knowing that if I tried to reveal it slowly I might be overwhelmed again and my nerves fail.
Again the puking and again the dizziness but this time they passed more quickly . The thing was large – probably 10 or 11 feet and roughly humanoid. Muscles beyond compare and in places that didn’t make sense – arms seemed to be double jointed and it had long claws at the ends of its enormous fingers. Its face was more skull than face and teeth were sharp and savage. Its eyes were closed but sunken in and I could tell it wasn’t moving. On its enormous chest were two wounds. One on the right side seemed to have healed fairly well though is still looked horrific but the one on the left was still open. There was no blood but I could see that the flesh under the unworldly grey skin was an unnatural black with just a hint of wretched green. I began to lose myself into the wrongness of it – the feeling that this thing did not belong in a universe like ours when I smelled the sharp scent of sulphur and heard the sharp crack of a match being struck.
I whirled to see the monkey – red glowing eyes above the glowing red of his cigarette. He stared at me blankly but once again I felt the awful realization that he was going to kill me. He sat and took a long drag on his cigarette but said nothing. My eyes returned to the thing half revealed and so wrong.
“What is it?” I blurted out though I hadn’t really planned to speak. The monkey laughed a low guttural laugh and took another long drag. “IT,” he paused and snorted out a long stream of smoke “is the bringer of pain and misery and destruction and humiliation.” He sat for awhile as if satisfied and then after another long drag on his cigarette, “but to the chosen few, it is the bringer of glory. . . and IT is not finished.”
We stayed silent for what seemed a very long time and I felt my guts churning up another pint of bile and I swear to god somewhere in the distance over the engines and the sea I heard something like a wolf howl. The monkey turned and looked at me – cold and hardness retuning to those angry red eyes. “I will tell you this only one more time – go.” I left.
06/06/09
0:2:14:00
Alarms sounded. Quick note before getting to my sidearm. Pirate ships pulled up along both port and starboard. Men returned fire but rocket-propelled grenades have blasted most of them off the deck. Monkey nowhere to be seen but I know in my heart he is responsible.
[This was the last entry. The diary itself is in storage on the USS Eisenhower but it is badly burned and waterlogged by now. We await further instructions.]
The Mothman
06-06-2009, 06:47 PM
LMAO at the monkey part.
this part made me think of Zero
"I whirled to see the monkey – red glowing eyes above the glowing red of his cigarette"
Gucci_Mane
06-06-2009, 08:31 PM
wat the fuck is this fuckery
neverending
06-06-2009, 09:08 PM
Okay Zero- the cat's out of the bag! Fess up! We've uncovered your plans!
The Mothman
06-06-2009, 09:17 PM
Oh it was Zero. now i feel dumb.
neverending
06-06-2009, 09:23 PM
It's obviously ABOUT Zero- he's always talking about conquering humanity and all.
The Mothman
06-06-2009, 09:44 PM
I only skimmed through it.
neverending
06-06-2009, 09:49 PM
Well, you'll deserve your fate when the monkey hordes come knocking on your door then!
ferretchucker
06-07-2009, 03:57 AM
Planet of the Apes 2?
This was an interesting read but as of yet I fail to see the point of it. Is it Zero having a laugh, Viral Marketing by Zero for some reason, the beginning of a new HDC story?
Seems a lot of work if it's just a laugh. Not only is it long but whoever it is made a few posts before this.
The_Return
06-07-2009, 06:35 AM
...the fuck?
_____V_____
06-07-2009, 06:48 AM
Smart.
He has put his BR writing skills to good use. ;)
hey - is this about me?? is this the prelude to some ferret story?? i'm totally confused about this whole thing!
(and oddly wondering why i'm always the object of these narratives - i love the attention but at least the other stories have made some sense).
neverending
06-07-2009, 08:55 AM
Sure, sure, feign innocense now that your plans have been unveiled!
uh - sure - now you've caught me red handed, er, pawed . . .
(i actually don't really understand the whole narrative - is this the first part of something??)
ChronoGrl
06-07-2009, 09:00 AM
Sure, sure, feign innocense now that your plans have been unveiled!
He just killed his alter ego Marley and now he's jonsin' for a new one. ;)
ferretchucker
06-07-2009, 09:05 AM
That wouldn't be a surprise to me.
And No Zero, I'm afraid I have no involvement in this whatsoever.
Haunted
06-07-2009, 10:23 AM
Notice the crying of the wolf, and how he said that I would be left alone from his distruction nyah nyah!
NCINancy
06-07-2009, 01:21 PM
who is zero?
ferretchucker
06-07-2009, 01:48 PM
Look up. :rolleyes:
better question - who is NCINancy?? and why is she spreading slanderous lies about us poor little monkeys??
Elvis_Christ
06-07-2009, 04:17 PM
The eyes and buring ciggie are a nice touch to you avator Zero. Very cool!
thanks - i'm trying to quit but i've got a nicotine monkey on my back
Papillon Noir
06-08-2009, 05:53 AM
Cool story. Where's the rest?
i agree - we want more of the story of me, er, i mean that mysterious smoking monkey
get to it Nancy!
milktoaste
06-08-2009, 06:15 PM
Monkey's can't really talk, they have vocal chords like a dog. I'm sure a hyperintelligent chimp could type and solve math problems, but speech is a physical impossibility. Fun to read though, I'd love to see what the monster does when it starts moving around at the end of the 2nd act.
Papillon Noir
06-09-2009, 05:45 AM
Monkey's can't really talk, they have vocal chords like a dog. I'm sure a hyperintelligent chimp could type and solve math problems, but speech is a physical impossibility.
I forgot about that. I remember reading that the location of their voice box (along with other monkeys and apes) basically makes it impossible for speech, but prevents choking from food. Humans have their voice boxes in a different location in the throat that allows for speech, but also allows us to be susceptible to choking while eating.
urgeok2
06-09-2009, 05:54 AM
i didnt read the post because i have a natural aversion to being told what to do.
milktoaste
06-09-2009, 02:48 PM
I forgot about that. I remember reading that the location of their voice box (along with other monkeys and apes) basically makes it impossible for speech, but prevents choking from food. Humans have their voice boxes in a different location in the throat that allows for speech, but also allows us to be susceptible to choking while eating.
Ya, we can teach an ape sign language and they can communicate pretty well, their chords are just too short.:( Sorry monkeys.
NCINancy
06-11-2009, 10:09 AM
but wait. . . there is more. . .
well???? we're waiting???
(and will the person who is 'playing' Nancy just fess up - my money is on _V_)
crabapple
06-12-2009, 07:52 AM
I like the part when the monkey offers to pay double.
_____V_____
06-12-2009, 12:05 PM
(and will the person who is 'playing' Nancy just fess up - my money is on Zero)
I agree. :rolleyes:
fuglystick
06-13-2009, 03:28 PM
Ya, we can teach an ape sign language and they can communicate pretty well, their chords are just too short.:( Sorry monkeys.
http://www.cinemaretro.com/uploads/PLANETAPES3.jpg
fuglystick
06-13-2009, 03:40 PM
(BTW, "Planet of the Apes" movies are cool because they have hot chicks in cages...
http://www.mactonnies.com/estellaapes.jpg
http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i283/slagmonkey/nova.jpg
Oh yeah, landmark science fiction, social commentary, all that jazz...but mainly, hot chicks in cages)
milktoaste
06-14-2009, 03:53 AM
Damn you dirty hot chicks in cages!!
milktoaste
06-14-2009, 04:27 AM
If it doesn't have a tail it's not a monkey,
Even if it's kind of monkey shaped,
If it doesn't have a tail it's not a monkey,
If it doesn't have a tail it's not a monkey it's an ape!:)
Thanks for clearing that up for me Vege Tales.(My son loves those movies)
VampiricClown
06-14-2009, 12:22 PM
(My son loves those movies)
My "Uncle" watches them religiously.....:rolleyes:
ferretchucker
06-14-2009, 01:08 PM
Come on. I wanna know what happens next!
VampiricClown
06-14-2009, 01:23 PM
Come on. I wanna know what happens next!
The Assassin returns to attack the monkey!
:D
Papillon Noir
06-15-2009, 06:39 AM
If it doesn't have a tail it's not a monkey,
Even if it's kind of monkey shaped,
If it doesn't have a tail it's not a monkey,
If it doesn't have a tail it's not a monkey it's an ape!:)
Thanks for clearing that up for me Vege Tales.(My son loves those movies)
Oh, so that's where you're getting all your primate know-how, and I thought you were a zoologist or something. Veggie Tales. Sheesh. :rolleyes: :p
ferretchucker
06-15-2009, 07:33 AM
And The Author documents it!
milktoaste
06-15-2009, 09:58 AM
Oh, so that's where you're getting all your primate know-how, and I thought you were a zoologist or something. Veggie Tales. Sheesh. :rolleyes: :p
Hahaha, that particular song only had one bit of information in it, and by golly it came in handy. :)
i wanted to go back and read through this mini-epic so i thought i'd pull parts 1 and 2 back up to the top.
TheGemini
01-20-2010, 05:29 AM
bump......
ferretchucker
01-20-2010, 09:50 AM
I really hope these BUMPs are for some reason.
friday13thfan
01-20-2010, 04:39 PM
They are not. Just some bored noob.