OOC: Apologies for the shitness, I wanted to write something before I got to bed and this was the best I could come up with. Sorry if I seems like I'm ripping some guys off because of all the serious RPs that are going about at the moment, I've planned something similar to this for quite a while. I know it's written all pretentiously and it looks pretty crap, but I'm just testing the water, ya know? Never tried one of these before. Comment if you want, I would appreciate feedback, I really want to develop this story.


This is the management of Jason Smith. As we informed his followers on Twitter and fans on Facebook, Jason is unable to produce new music and tour at the current moment. However, this may be more serious than we originally thought. We had to break into his home to make sure he was still alive and well and... here is the note he left. It’s all typed up in Calibri font, in small text. The paper is crumpled up and almost torn, as if he was deciding whether to leave it or not. It is the complete ramblings of a mad man, we can’t decipher it at all. We have absolutely no clue what he’s talking about...

Anyway, he has gone missing and we have no clue where he could be. We are in contact with the police at the moment, but they can’t really help. Thank you all for your patience and please, keep Jason in your hearts. If you find him, please contact us.







Breathe, keep breathing,
don’t lose your nerve.
Breathe, keep breathing,
I can’t do this alone.
~Radiohead, Exit Music






"Everything was quiet, but not serene. Not peaceful. Something was wrong. This was not the pleasant silence that Jason was accustomed to and that he arrogantly desired for such a long time. It was the sound of emptiness. The man coughs; it is followed by a deep breath and the almost silent drop of a tear. He then pulls himself up and turns on his television, wishing for some company of any form, be it with him or not. He didn’t feel like going outside yet. He had friends, yes... but with every etch of friendship that is scrawled within his social system, a piece of paranoia and fear is attached. Of course, they didn’t know about him yet. No one knew about him. Not his best friends, not his so-called girlfriend, who he knows is up to something, not even his family which he held so close...

Jason Smith was but a pale imitation of himself. Ever since Ecuador... ever since Ecuador. He could only put it off for so long, I could only... what am I doing here. Fuck it... I need to come face to face with myself, man. My hair has gone, I’m turning paler and paler by the day, I am starting to look malnourished. This is what Jason Smith is now. This shit is sticking. I can’t bring myself to admit what I’ve done... I have had little human contact if any in the last couple of days, and that I have had is rendered useless as I am unrecognisable as what I once was. I tried going out... nothing. I can’t. I feel weak. Useless. So fucking useless. I can’t walk properly without flailing, my eyes are bloodshot and hyper-realistic and I look like something that has just come out of a horror movie. I’m really, really scared.

All these humans are... water based pieces of meat, trying to make the most of themselves. Happiness? Yeah, I once thought that I could achieve that as well. But then I realised, clouds form over rainbows over time. Sure, things may turn out well sometimes, but fate won’t leave you be. Maybe this is just me, I don’t know... apologies for sounding insane, it’s just... I don’t know really. I don’t know how to express this sort of thing. This has never happened to me before, believe it or not. But no one must know. This is between you and me, aight? I am a very lonely person. Beneath all the drugs, fans and whatnot... I have never felt right. This is all an act to hide who I am. Yep... I may seem like a happy go lucky buffoon, I may have fooled many people into thinking I’m something I’m not, for which I am deeply sorry. But that’s not what I’ve done wrong, no... I won’t come onto that for a while yet. Not today, anyway. All the details of who I am and what I’ve done and... what will become of me will be revealed over a period of time, trust me. Don’t worry, it’s not some deformity or illness. Well, not in the conventional sense anyway. For now, be patient with me.

I really am not who you think I am. I don’t even think I’m who I think I am. Heh, I sound fucking mental...

I will try to get help... try to tell my friends... try and, you know, put my trust in someone. I guess first call would be Eric, he’s been someone I could confide in for a long time... for now, I can’t. I’d love to just run from the horror and the pain, to just see my true nature in I, but I am too afraid. I won’t keep you waiting for too long though, I promise. The sooner I get out of here, the quicker. Don’t try to follow me (paha, I’m flattering myself now) because I don’t want someone else to get dragged into this. I don’t want everything, everyone I’ve ever loved to burn... I’m not a selfish person by nature. Well, this is it for now. To be continued, I guess.


Jason Smith is not a person. Jason Smith is not even an entity. Jason Smith is not alive. 010101000110111101101101”

Edited by user 16 June 2011 05:05:05(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

OOC: Very intriguing....and well written

Cassie: Ah FUCK!!

Scott H: Jason dude, wherever you are physicallly, you know there are people here for you. Wherever you are mentally, I have been. If you need to talk, you know how to catch me.

OOC: Thanks for the comments guys, next part will be coming up today. I think some of you will be quite surprised. As long as the interest in this remains, I shall keep writing parts for it.

OOC: Gonna get this part over and done with now. Next part will, obviously, be explaining the trigger of this all. It's not great, but, as I've said before, I'm just experimenting with a serious storyline for once. If it seems a bit rushed, that's because it is xD




Speak up, let out.
Caught in the crossfire,
Compared to the step to the bone that might break,
It's too late to find a better way out of this,
With the finest regards that I lost,
In the cracks of this street...
~Coheed and Cambria, Devil in Jersey City



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Hello friends. I think I have a story to tell you which might make things a bit clearer. Pardon me for being so rude, my name is Joaquin Masvidal Marcos. You may call me Joaquin if you so wish. I just want you to take a moment out of your time to read about my life, I think you may find it interesting. Let’s start from the beginning... take yourself back to the mid 80s, 1985 to be exact. Now try to go to what may be a less familiar place, a place in Ecuador called Machala, in a fairly mountainous region. This is where and when I was born, alongside my twin brother Tomas. We were a poor family; we relied heavily on my father’s job as a factory worker. It was on our 5th birthday that he died. It turns out that he had got caught in some machinery in the factory and was practically decapitated. I don’t remember much of it, but what I do remember is that it was the most devastating thing that could ever grace the ears of a 5 year old. Time seemed to pass by so quickly until, suddenly; we had a visit from our uncle and aunty who lived in England. It was my father’s sister and her husband, Nathaniel and Cecilia Hopper. It turned out that they were to adopt us in an attempt to give us a better life. It was probably better that it happened whilst we were still young.

So we came to a fairly large town outside of the city of Cambridge, Huntingdon. The family were unable to have children of their own and thus saw us as their own children. They were amazing parents. Me and Tomas (just Tom by this point) lived the next 11 years like normal children for once. We were finally having a decent life. We both remained with a strong connection to each other. More than just brothers, best friends. Whilst Tom would go out getting high on hallucinogens and rave until 6 in the morning, I would sit at home and fine tune my skills as a guitarist, which Uncle Nathan bought me as my 8th birthday present. I loved and cherished it. Likewise, although we were both bright children, he would lack focus and usually be behind in his classes. Things were to take a turn for the worst though. I knew I should never have gone out of my comfort zone, because stupid shit like this always happens.

It all started 5th October 2001 (or was it 2002? Can’t remember, it feels too long ago) on one of Toms friends birthdays. Whilst I was asleep, Tom got out of bed and crept out of the door to go to the party. I was awake, so I figured I’d follow him. He didn’t mind this. So, as 16 year olds do, we got fucked on illegal drugs, drank to our hearts content and had one massive party. Well, surprise surprise, it turns out I do pretty stupid shit when I’m high. In this case, “stupid shit”, means robbing a post office. I wasn’t alone, I mean, Tom and a couple of other guys were with me. Weirdly enough, this whole thing has come back clearer now than it was back then. So we took some drink and a couple of bags of crisps, and the police were waiting outside as this whole event unfolded. Realising that this wasn’t going to be easy, me, Tom and this other bloke ran for the back door, leaving everyone behind. Turns out that he was too slow though, just leaving me and Tom running. The police were on our tails, but we just persevered. We ran along this road, which sat opposite a pretty steep cliff that contained a densely forested area.

Exhausted, we stopped and hid in the darkness thinking that the police would just stop. That’s when it all started, the argument, I mean. By this point, I just wanted to give up, just go home. It was inevitable were going to get caught, so we might as well. Tom, however, got extremely pissed at this notion. After a couple of minutes, it descended into physical violence. Not punching or kicking, just shoving each other about angrily, as brothers do. But... this had never happened to us. Never. It just got more and more horrible, until I snapped. I pushed him off of the edge of the road, over the railing, to see him hit a tree and get impaled on a branch. I... I never meant for it to be like this. Not at all... I went down to check if he was alive, and, when he wasn’t, I almost fainted. Sobbing, vomiting and shivering, I had to sleep rough that night. I would never return to where I belonged. As far as the police know, we’re still both dead. My life was completely shattered into a million pieces. The fairytale had halted in its path. My mind had been destroyed.

I managed to rent an apartment for a couple of days in Cambridge (which was a long walk) with the little remaining money I had left and it was a complete and utter shithole. The dirtiest place I have ever stayed in my life. Guess it was Arbury Estate though, filled with chavvy scum and crackheads such as myself. Completely disillusioned, I became friends with some nasty characters, but they would give me money if I went out and committed various crimes. Nothing serious, just petty thefts and drug deals. I was able to build a bit of an identity, and was starting to become notorious for being a cunning, conniving, jammy twat who managed to get his way out of all sorts of trouble. My life as a criminal wasn’t to be though. It just wasn’t my sort of thing. So I stole some money from my boss when I was about 19 in 2004 and legged it. Naturally, you wouldn’t expect me to get away with this, seeing as he knows me and everything. I thought of a plan. I would create a whole new back-story. I would forge some qualifications and make something of my life. I would be loved. The first thing to do would be to change my name. I needed something normal, something that your average person would be called. After many different ideas, I settled on one. Jason Smith. It was to be perfect, everything. I think you all know the story from there. I became friends with 3 amazing guys and formed a small garage band called Mind. We would go on to sell millions and become one of the bigger metal bands around. No one had to know... unfortunately, only a few days ago when I was visiting my old home back in Ecuador, everything came crashing back...

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OOC: Thanks man! I sort of had a rough idea of what I wanted, like with the hidden identity and stuff, but I added all the details in my head last night. A lot of the latter part of it was improvised though :P

OOC: Great story man!!! I want to read more!

OOC: This is amazing so far, you've really taken your writing abilities to the next level. I can't wait to read what you've got next!

OOC: Thanks guys! Only a couple more parts left to this one, then god knows what will happen. Probably will have the next part up today.

OOC: Thanks again! I really appreciate the positive comments. Not very long today, but it'll do.





Wake up running in the only way I can,
This type of dependency turns a boy into a man...
~Strapping Young Lad, Wrong Side






Hey this is Jason’s management team again. Since his disappearance, it seems as if he has left clues about the place. As well as the obvious anonymous blog posts (we can’t seem to track his IP anywhere) and pieces of paper with binary written on them, it has led us to a place in a slightly forested area just outside of Cambridge. We’ve had police with us and everything to help out our search, but the only thing we gathered from going there was a CD with a case that says “lisen [sic] to this”. I knew that Jason wanted to always do one of these mysterious “ghost records”, but I never thought he’d actually manage to do one. So I took it home, put it in my computer and it seemed to trigger this massive virus that has corrupted every single file on it. I am currently writing this from my laptop. However, after corrupting all of the files, it seemed to start playing, along with this visualisation that he had added for each one of them. None of these were particularly interesting, they just seemed to be dark floating faces, I couldn’t manage to decipher what Jason meant by these. There was 3 tracks on it, each one I will explain in detail.



Track 1 (16:04)

The first four minutes of the song are complete silence. Jason obviously meant for this, since it was exactly on the four minute mark that the real song started playing. It started off in an unconventional, almost shockingly normal way. A heavy, fast riff similar to one that he would have played with Mind. However, this riff just kept repeating and getting quieter, making room for white noise. Lots and lots of white noise. Then, at the 7 minute mark, my speakers almost exploded. A deafening noise that sounded much like a distorted scream appeared. This wasn’t the first time Jason had done these screaming noises in his record, but never like this. This was much louder, more horrible and sounded as if someone was in genuine anguish. I had to turn the volume down, but the noise was still embedded in my mind. The scream then just vanished, leaving a calm aquatic sound with jumbled gibbering from Jason. He speaks so fast, and so shakily, that it is nigh impossible to work out what he is actually saying. This carries on until the 15 minute mark, when everything goes high pitched and Jason cackles, leaving another minute of silence to conclude the track.

Trsack [sic] 2 (4:20)

This song starts almost immediately with a low humming sound getting progressively louder. The sound of the waves eventually overlaps these, alongside seagulls and the sound of a bell. Heavens Open, the final track on Still Waters, is much like this. But this is different. It’s much quieter and less obtrusive. A monologue from Jason then appears, but it is really quiet and being played backwards. When I get the opportunity to, I will reverse this and play back my results. There is nothing else in this part apart from Jason talking quietly in a very shaky voice. This is all that this song contains, apart from a loud blip in the last second of the track, but I put that down to error.

Goodbye Jason (10:29)

When I saw the title of this pop up on the computer, it scared the shit out of me... I believe that we don’t have much time left before Jason does something stupid. He wouldn’t kill himself though unless he made sure that we all knew he was for certain. The song starts with 30 seconds of silence, which frankly, is getting extremely irritating and unhelpful. It then goes into loud static. Not ear bustingly loud, but loud enough to make you feel slightly uncomfortable. After about 3 minutes of this, it dies down and goes into dialogue between two children, surprise surprise, in reverse as so no one can yet decipher it until we put it in a programme like Audacity. The problem with that is that Audacity is now completely corrupted. We’ll have to get professionals in. The talking between the children gets louder and louder, and deeper and deeper, until it eventually goes into a demonic rambling and the speakers go back into static, with Jason mumbling what sounds like the lyrics to “Itsy-Bitsy Spider” over and over again and then laughing manically in between the lines for no apparent reason. Screaming ensues, followed by the sound of either a massive storm or someone who is beneath the waves. He continues talking, but instead of just mumbling, he is saying it clearly and is sobbing. A cracking noise is heard, followed by more bells and the sound of more waves subsiding. This is around about the 9 minute mark. The remaining track is just a constant beeping over and over again with the melody of “Lyophilisation (the Word and the Worlds)” by Mind being played underneath it. In the last 20 seconds or so, a rapid combination of beeps, like Morse code or something, plays and this ends the CD.




I am not sure whether to be intrigued or frightened. This CD is going to give me nightmares though, I swear. We really need to decipher what is meant by this and find Jason, so he can explain EXACTLY what’s going on. If you know of any clues, then please contact the management team of Jason Smith first, and then the police.

Joshy : It's giving me nightmares too, even though I haven't heard it .... this whole thing is creeping me out and everyone else .... please be OK Jason, you're in my prayers!

OOC : Great roleplaying, a real 'page-turner' if that makes any sense, looking forward to finding out what happens!