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NTAC came to the door the other night. They asked me to accompany them downtown. Trying to appear sane and reasonable, I babbled for a little while about getting someone to take care of Ginsberg and eventually settled in their back seat for a little ride.
They were actually a lot nicer than I thought they would be. Mind you, I’ve been half-expecting a visit like this for some time. I guess, in the Promicin world, that I’m one of the more visible people out there. I knew the party had to end sometime.
…and I really hope the road hits back. Seriously, people, this psycho makes me physically ill, which I know is the result he’s going for, and I should probably just ignore him, but I can’t. I know I’ve tried to remain as neutral as possible on the promicin issue, but this isn’t even a promicin issue, it’s a criminal one. Marcus has been a criminal even before promicin was outlawed, and he must be stopped. In the case of Graham Holt, one could argue that he was a decent, well-meaning kid who just got caught up in a promicin-fueled snowball he couldn’t control. Greene’s mission statement, however, has been clear from day one: “My goal is to become your worst nightmare. And to let you watch me do it.”
The only reason I’m even posting this video is in the hopes that one of the people present at the time remembers seeing a sicko with a video camera hiding on the street corner, and is able to identify him in a line up.
- VIDEO: Graham Holt wasn’t the only Stevenson High student with a vial of promicin. Maybe it’s the way the kid’s blurred face and tweaked voice remind me of Marcus, but this video gave me the creeps, too.
- ARTICLE: “Graham Guevara?” Wow, even the fashion world is feeling the effects of the King of Seattle’s brief reign. ¡Viva las t-shirts!
And to think, we all knew him way back when.
Well, not way back, exactly, but definitely far enough back for us to meet and chat with the smart, shy, 17-year-old boy known on our forum as “kingeternal,” and now in the rest of the country as Graham Holt. From his first tentative, polite and unobtrusive posts, none of us could have guessed Graham would end up almost bringing the city of Seattle literally to its knees in near-religious devotion to him.
None of us could have predicted the way the situation would be defused, either — by a hooded Jordan Collier, who stepped in and erased Holt’s 4400 ability with a touch! (So, looks like Mr. Collier actually does have an ability besides being rich and having better hair than me.)
I know after Rick Baughlum’s now-infamous 180, I shouldn’t really be shocked by anything, but I am. Maybe I should just go ahead and get the botox, since my eyebrows are fixed in a semi-permanent arch of surprise lately anyhow, and I have the feeling it’s not going away any time soon.
In other news - good news - I’ve finally figured out my ability. I’m able to stop ethanol in its tracks and send it packing. One touch from me, and the inebriated become the sober, with just a 5 second hangover.
- VIDEO: MNCN’s coverage of what some are calling “The Wrath of Graham.”
- VIDEO: One of Holt’s embarrassed classmates shows off his collection of Grahamorabilia. (Hope the kid can throw a ball, ’cause I sure don’t think he’s getting any art scholarships.)
- ARTICLE: “Seattle Waking Up From Holt’s Spell” A town scratches its collective noggin in the aftermath of Graham’s quest for popularity. (Gotta love them psychiatric experts and their theorizin’ — wonder how much a job like that pays?)
- ARTICLE: “Seattle Incident Felt Nationwide” In the wake of Holt’s hijinks, will we soon see more towns going the way of Stone Hollow?
- ARTICLE: With all the talk of Seattle temporarily losing its backbone, it’s refreshing to hear about one man’s quest to build backbones up.
- ODDITY: A strange notebook is discovered in NYC, full of drawings, poems, and stories about a forum thread. What’s that about?
Wow. I mean, I just…wow. That’s pretty much all I’ve been able to say for about the last 20 minutes. Granted, we’ve all gotten pretty used to saying “wow” these past few promicin-soaked months, but I don’t think a more shocked or confused utterance has escaped my lips since the day the Ball of White Light first touched down in Washington State.
Rick Baughlum loves promicin.
Yes, you read correctly. That Rick Baughlum. And yes, that promicin — the glowing neurotransmitter harvested from The 4400, not a rock band or TV movie that happens to have the same name. Don’t bother checking the calendar, either, because it’s not April Fool’s Day.
According to Mr. Baughlum, who has spent the past two months doing everything in his power to stamp out promicin and all who use it, “promicin terrorists” are now “brave souls.” “True humans” are now persecutors. The senseless, promicin-induced death of his niece Tiffany, previously the driving force behind all his actions, has been recast as having been “always filled with meaning [and] desire to do good.”
And no pinching or exiting single-file, people, because this is neither a dream nor a drill.
I must admit, Rick does look a bit odd in this clip. Could there be someone just off-camera pointing a gun at him? Are there puppet strings tied to his wrists, or someone’s hand…eh, never mind. Rick, I know you’ve had qualms with accepting this site’s viewpoints into your discourse, but seriously man, I hope you’re all right. If you want to register for the Promicin Info Discussion Forum, we’d still love to have you, buddy. Lots of people are going to be curious about your sudden change of heart…and possibly a couple other organs as well.
- VIDEO: Don’t be such a taze! Really, Rick? This guy, this — at the risk of sacrificing my “neutrality” — sick bastard doesn’t rile you up just a teensy bit? Oh Ricky, we hardly knew ye!
And, just because I haven’t said it in a few minutes and I think my dog Ginsberg is starting to miss hearing it:
Wow.
