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Hi, and Welcome to Beckitt City!

Well, not really. I mean, you could be in BC, I don’t know. But really, I’m just welcoming you to this database where I’m going to tell you about Beckitt City. Although it might be important to note that I’m not going to be talking about any of what most people would consider the good parts, so if you came here looking for a travel recommendation, LOOK NO FURTHER.

Or do. Ruining your potential vacation plans with the knowledge that you’ll be staying in a city run by crime bosses and supernaturally inclined maniacs is your prerogative. But I digress.

My name is Raymond O’Malley. Most people call me Ray. Or they used to, before I took a bullet in the heart and bled out on the pavement.

Oh don’t worry, It was my choice. Well, sort of. It’s a long story.

But that’s the point of all this. So that you and anyone else who wants to know about what really goes on in BC can. To that end, I’m compiling a record of all that has happened over the past few months to my colleagues and I. This site will house the, as far as I know, only record of the battles we’ve fought, the wars we’ve waged, the victories we’ve celebrated, and the losses we’ve mourned. Although now that I think about it, I never got so much as a “sorry for your loss”. But then, I guess that’s all that can be expected when no one except the witnesses actually know about your murder/suicide/sacrifice.

I told you it was a long story.

And for those of you thinking, “But Ray, doesn’t writing about your death on the internet kind of go against the whole ‘being a secret’ thing?”, I answer: Who in the hell is going to believe anyone that comes to them talking about a dead guy confessing to faking his being alive online?

Anyway, I hope that at some point, this little project does somebody some good. It’s too late for me, but I knew what I was getting into. I didn’t have a choice, but nevertheless, I was aware of the potential consequences.

But most people aren’t.

Most people think that the stories they’ve been told their whole lives are nothing more than that: stories. They think this despite the fact that everyone has been told these stories, all throughout history. They think of these stories as myths and legends, with no basis in reality.

I’ve seen the gods-damned basis. I’m nonliving proof of the gods-damned basis. And I’m going to spread the word about it, and them, so that anyone who wants to spend even five minutes online looking at what they may or may not believe to be the ramblings of a lunatic can have the chance to learn how to protect themselves from what’s out there.

There are more things in heaven and earth, dear reader, than are dreamt of in your deepest nightmares.

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