The siren sounds and you find yourself shrouded in darkness... there is the loud pounding of iron on iron.... could this be it? You'd heard tales of great horrors, and now perhaps it is your time to face a fear too great to imagine... There it is again only this time louder... closer... you feel your heart throb, your throat tighten... you hear a slice and splash... shining your flashlight forward you find a pool of blood growing towards you.... You dread what to find, yet still curiosity guides your flashlight upwards... the siren sounds, the darkness lifts but settling in its place nothing but a thick fog... dropping your flashlight you hear footsteps.... emerging from the fog is a man you've never met, and yet theres something familiar about him... his smile his sinister, his eyes look deep, deep into your soul... he's been here a while, but how long? Only one story tells of a man so obsessed with the darkness that he himself took form with and of it.

Ladies and gentlemen.... Henrytownshend4235 is back and task free. I appreciate the support and faith of some of our oldest members, and while I have been gone in a fog, you've all been in my thoughts. I'm proud to see you all still here. Activity will take lift, and I will be the one who carries it through as I have years before.