#tma two

[taxesguy]

Do I know anything but bare details about the Magnus Protocol? no

but will that stop me making completely over the top art of it?

...also no

[into-the-clintoris]

[krystal-prisms]

Me talking to normal people: yeah this horror podcast that I like just said they're releasing new content, so I'm pretty excited

Me on tumblr: aaaaAAAAAAAA Magnus Two Magnus Two Magnus Two Magnus Two I am frothing at the mouth and chewing on my carpet I am breaking into Alexander J Newell's house and eating his drywall I am spinning in circles hnnggg STATEMENT REMAINS OH HELLO ARE YOU STILL LISTENING HAKAKSNSVAJAKAJAVAMALAKAJABDNEIWUABSMDKSBAHDJFJSBAKSKWB

[the-magpie-archives]

As much as you could view the 'oh hello...' recording as a clear divide between Martin and Jon, I like to think it could be less simple than that.

Wherever they are, whatever happened to them, they went through that process together, joined at the heart. Whatever journey it was that they traveled, I have no doubt that it was a difficult one.

One that could leave a mark. A mark so deep perhaps that it comes down even to the lowest frequencies, something a tape recorder could just barely pick up. Something deep in the wells of a soul.

Could it be that they have their somewhere else? Their peace? Everything is as it should be, except for that building, static-y pit their stomachs; like the rumbling of the wheels on a cassette, a radio struggling to find a channel.

An unidentified reaching, from the eye, or the Web, or some other residual fear left inside, reaching and clawing to be fed, growing and changing and morphing to become something new entirely, something that needs what remains...

And what if that feeling built to a crescendo as Martin found his hand laid against a previously unseen tape recorder.

It'd be rude not to say hello.

[gaynaturalistghost]

The Magnus Archives:

Episode Two: Do Not Open

“About a week after it arrived, I finally started using my living room again. I’d watch TV, mostly, and keep half an eye on the unmoving casket. At one point I got so cocky as to actually use it as a table. I was drinking a glass of orange juice at the time and absent-mindedly placed it on top of the lid, not really realising exactly what I had done. At least not until I heard movement from underneath it. I froze, listening intently and staring, willing myself to have been imagining things. But then it came again – a soft but insistent scratching, just below where I had placed my glass. It was slow and deliberate and caused gentle ripples to spread across the surface of my juice.”

Yeah I didn’t do “gentle” ripples on the OJ.

I also have a painting for episode one : )

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

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