The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XXI. Loans

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) “Welcome, elite. The top six of the Human Union and the Committee To Harmonize Universal Law, today, form a new organization: CTHULHU,” he voiced each letter. The nine survivors in the audience silently wondered who would go next, and how much longer the presentation could go on. Various aromas from bodily functions […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XX. Financial Program

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) The man spoke quickly, clearly, dispassionately, at the limit of what the recorder could write, thankful for previous experience with shorthand. The Japanese man began to struggle, but the chair had a leg up on him. The struggle was brief. The others in the room were now resigned to their fates. Hope […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XIX. Remaining Rights

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) His complexion was slightly darker than olive, his eyes hinting at epicanthic folds, his slightly broad nose and generous lips seeming to mention Africa, his straight black hair from anywhere. The Japanese at the back of the room spoke in clear tones: “When is there a break in this? People here need […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XVIII. Defensive Measures

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) A man of completely undecidable race entered, dressed in a high-collared, dark robe, and moved to the head of the room, and began to speak. Looking around the table, the fear of passing out appeared to be losing to the fear of continuing to take in the meeting in at least a […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XVII. Advocacy

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) Subtle motions from the African and the other ten occupants of the room, Asians, Europeans, Latin Americans, the whole rainbow, indicated both their discomfort and their abject fear, beneath the stoic silence. The head at the head of the table was a turning point for the remaining eleven. The knowledge that, far […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XVI. The Ivory Tower

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) There was a legal pad and pen in front of me, there at the corner of the table away from the window and the head. Apparently I was the recorder for the meeting. Yes, I’d been a stenographer. Before that second light bulb, or anyone else for that matter, died, the speaker […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XV. The Coups

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) His own chair was a torture device made of small yellow-white objects…teeth. The chair fought with the air to steal the most heat from his body. The speaker seemed to pay no heed to the functionary until his regular path brought him in arm’s reach of the hooded one. “Your failure to […]

The Protocols of the Elders of CTHULHU XIV. Replacement Religion

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION) Across the table, the African leader was shown to a chair covered in some leather. He briefly saw the seat, a remarkably human-looking face stretched into an expression of shock and terror, before the African was seated, blocking the view. The arm rests were covered in arms, ending in all-too-realistic hands. The […]

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