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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 934850" data-attributes="member: 10680">on the M6London, EnglandOctober 2002, around 9 PM"Well, the problem is that most people do not even realise that they live in fear. Nevertheless, it in engrained in them, from early age. It goes so deep and is so all-encompassing that they do not even see it anymore. It all begins so early... Children are told stories of demons and bogeymen. They are afraid of monsters under their beds, performing rituals to ward of danger. And even though no one would ever know it or admit it, this fear sticks to everyone, the unknown keeps haunting them." The man's voice is increasingly thick and slow, forcing Taylor to think on every words that is being said."What do you think of all the people who have claimed to have been abducted, or those who see conspiracies in every government. Is it coincidence that these stores keep coming up? - No, it is the fear of the unknown that makes people disregard all rational thought. The stories of horror that are being retold time and again prey on people's minds, making them vulnerable and rash." Something starts tugging on the back of Taylor's mind, like he almost remembers something, something important...The man with the thin glasses takes a breath, regaining his calm before speaking again. "Our group has been around for many centuries. We have given mankind knowledge of the world, a set of rules by which they can live and can understand what is going on around them. This pursuit of scientific knowledge is one espect of our dealings.The other deals with the understanding of these myths, the archetypes that drive fear into people's minds. We have studied these for a long time, and they have helped us understand the human mind. It is this that we are willing to teach you. We believe that you have the insight to learn the nature of these stories, and the skill to treat them."OoC: Taylor_______________________Catacombs, Pepsi CenterDenver, Coloradoafter the game, October 2002Gus strikes a hand through his graying hair as he listens to Leo speak. He seems quite concerned but waits silently until Leo has finished speaking."Holy <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />, Leo. You're basically saying that you'll play till you drop? I don't know, I've got a bad feeling 'bout this." Gus strikes a hand through his hair again and lights up one of his thick cigars. "It wasn't pretty seeing you go down like that during the game. It damn well wasn't..." He takes a long draw from the cigar and heavy creases appear in his forehead."So what is it exactly that you expect to happen? Other than you dropping from exhaution..." He turns to look into Leo's eyes. "Leo, I'm not really comfortable with this, but I can see that you aren't either, with this whole situation. If you really want to try this, you know that I'll watch over you. What did you have in mind?"OoC: Leo</blockquote>

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