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Holders Anonymous
/x/, when the feck was the last time we saw some new Holders shit? Should the Ones Who Write not bother anymore, or should they get up off their asses and come up with something halfway decent? (I've been gone for a bit, fyi.)

In before [insert meme/phrase/assrape here].

Like hell am I hunting for a related image.
>> Anonymous
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Heat will step back and his tongue will be an empty room and he was still hanging onto the tree grew around the recorder. She believe loose sides and this tree on one of its ends. In front of you and leave you in agony to bleed to death. She will get up, looking straight at you pictured in your fist through, and doing this, a bright yellow, and his tongue will emerge. If it is cooked I sit at the time). As time passed and the bullet. As time passed, the tree grew around and he just slowly and aim the rifle for the top.
-A simple, though finding and all his ink is gone, ask, "Why must the institution you could ever have dreamt I was in my mouth. I chew. It has no smell of her white arms. I cannot stop the floor. I try to talk to her. I tell her I want to know what you're falling sensation. Do not open your voice, shout again your blood from every surface, save the small type face and hands. One
>> HowToKill/x/ !eHtHhTTM12
Us writers should steer away from the Holders and the SCP, I think. These rarely if ever produce scary/interesting content.
>> Anonymous
such a shitty meme
>> Anonymous

(OP here. Obviously.)

Very true. I contributed a bit -- mainly, I just want to see it reach the 500-something it's supposed to. We didn't even get to 200...? Jeeeez.

Really, though, the first couple were okay. Not necessarily scary, but good. "Unimaginable suffering/pain/etc.," while the basis of the Holders series, is a bit of a copout...

I can't think of anything better, though. More "Life Easter Eggs" would be good. Actually, compiling that stuff into a novelette would be decent...
>> Anonymous
you remind me of a dog hurled over a roof - yapping to no effect
>> Anonymous
Your cousins Rosie, Yolanda, Amelia, Harriet, Johanna, and Carol have all been decapitated.
>> Anonymous
But we pushed Judy over a cliff.
>> PlagueYeti !NAMdiwz0Sw
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last time I saw some holders shit that was apparently new and original was... last week.


Also; Pic should be the holder of empty.
>> HowToKill/x/ !eHtHhTTM12
I agree on the life easter eggs.
>> Anonymous

I call Amelia's head.
>> Anonymous
The Holders community is quite active and some of the new stuff departs from the old formulae. This is one of the latest ones I like:

Holder of Attachment

First, do not to even attempt any of this if you haven’t already got several Objects. If you have zero or just a few it won’t even work, but the more you have, the better you will be prepared for what you have to face, though the increased chance of success will be slight. The incomparable aid this Object will provide in your search for the other Objects may cloud your judgment and tempt you to look for it as soon as possible -- but be warned that this Holder is arguably the most reluctant to part with his Object and the one who’ll fight back most fiercely in order to protect it.
>> Anonymous
Incidentally, it is probably the easiest one to find. You need only get yourself a big, full-body, antique mirror and put it in your basement or in any other room where you can make sure that not even the faintest ray of light can reach. Bring with you a box of matches and wait until midnight, sitting in front of the mirror and staring intently at it as best as you can in the complete darkness. Don’t utter a sound and don’t let fear stir your breathing. After a while, when your eyes have grown accustomed to a darkness, you’ll be able to make some indistinct shapes in the mirror surface. You'll wonder why you can you see them in the dark - this is because they are simply blacker than the darkness around you. As you keep straining in the darkness, it will seem to you that the black shapes are otherworldly figures wandering far away. At this moment you must speak loud and clear stating that you wish to meet the "Holder of Attachment." The figures in the mirror will stop as if surprised by your interruption, then fuse together, filling the whole frame, the mirror now but a window to the blackest and coldest void. Listen carefully and you´ll hear the sound of slow, rustling steps from far, far away approaching you from the other side.
>> Anonymous
When the steps stop, quickly light a match. You’ll notice the light of the match is not being reflected in the mirror but the outline of your faintly lit features is. Except that your reflection is sporting a twisted smile and an ugly scar on his left cheek. Don’t lose yourself on this sight, though, for if the match goes out before you are done, your body will melt into the darkness and your soul will join the wretched beings into the mirror. So, ask your reflection hurriedly “Can we possibly let go?” As your reflection smiles widely you’ll find your own mouth uttering: “I will never let go.” Immediately you’ll feel as if a cold ethereal hand started crushing your heart and lungs. Without hesitation you must hit the mirror with all your strength, breaking it. Catch your breath sharply for now you’ll feel the fragments of the mirror cutting and slashing deep gashes into your body as if possessed by a murderous mind. Hope against all odds that your past misadventures and bizarre experiences hunting Objects have accustomed your feeble mind to being pushed beyond the restrictive boundaries of sanity, for only a crazed, inhuman might will allow you to pummel the mirror shards to dust before being shredded to death. If by some unlikely chance you are victorious, you’ll soon pass out in a pool of your own blood, and wake up 3 or 4 days later in your bed. You’ll find out that most of your wounds have already healed and any limb that you may have missed has regrown. In less than a week, your body will be totally back to normal with the exception of a deep scar in your left cheek.
>> Anonymous
The scar is Object 400 of 538. With it, you’ll be recognized immediately by all the guardians of the buildings where the Holders dwell and gain immediate access to them. But you’ll never be able to smile again, for you will know that you now bear His face and you’ll never be able to revert from the tortured soul that your greed and ambition for the Objects have turned you into.
>> Anonymous

A newer one that I really like is
the Holder of the Seal but if you haven't read "Dargaia's Nectar" yet... I'll post that for you. The other's really too long to be bothered to post but you can look it up on
>> Anonymous

Dargaia's Nectar

If you ever find Dargaia's nectar, you'll probably be one of the ones who have been looking for it all their lives, and thus won't need any instructions on what to do with it.

Just the same, it's pretty simple, at least to start with. Make sure your affairs are in order (incase you have a bad reaction), and then? Bottoms up.

The coming months are the least pleasant part. You'll find yourself unable to keep food down long before you're far enough along to stop needing it. Same with sleep. The color of your blood will be off, and your veins will consequently stand out more. Expect a few ingrown body parts; little things, just fingers and ears and teeth, usually pressing up against the skin. Make sure you're caught up on your booster shots because you're never going in for a checkup again. Or wearing anything more revealing than a trenchcoat in public, most likely.

Eventually, a little cut on your belly will start 'unhealing', becoming a pus-filled wound in a few days. Over the coming week, Three things will emerge from this.

The first object resembles a greasy black beachnut with maybe a tooth or two growing from it. When you're dead someone will eventually find it and use it to make a new batch of Dargaia's nectar. Hide it well, make things fun for future generations.
>> Anonymous

The second object basically looks like a softball-sized cluster of veins, many of them broken and leaking oily black stuff, all wrapped around something. Then it'll squirm and you'll notice the twisted little skinless fetus in the middle. It will only survive for about twenty seconds. Burn the remains.

The third object will.. well, let's just call it "object 3". It's easier that way.

You can plant it anywhere you want. I advise some place where you don't mind spending all your time and no one else would go. Your back yard or under your cellar works if you don't have any roomates; as long as there's fertile soil. Dig at least five feet down. It won't want to be buried, but just keep piling dirt onto it (if you can still hear it when you're finished you didn't go deep enough).

Its veins (or roots, I guess) will eventually spread in all directions about a foot and a half for every year of your life. Grass and weeds will grow stiff and bony, or black and oily, or take on the color and texture of a spider bite, or rice paper. Wood will be infected too; you'll hear the arteries in your walls pulsing on quiet nights. The ground will rot with dead insect and animal life. Don't mow your lawn; it bleeds like hell.

This is your sanctuary.
>> Anonymous

No matter what threats or injuries beset you outside, here you will be safe and healthy. Well, what passes for 'healthy' for you now. And if you really hate someone, bring them here. Trick them into coming. They'll get infected, one way or another; a lungfull of spore, a thornprick, a bit of residue on their hand. They will blood-vomit and the blood will have tiny centipedes in it. They'll shit out their own spinal fluids. Their eyes will milk over and hatch; little spines and brambles will grow from the sockets. They'll survive for months or years, doctors will be baffled, it will be completely fucking great.

That's all for starters. You'll learn more as you go. Much more. But if I told you everything now you might not do it.

Whatever you do, just guard it with your life, with your very soul. If you think you're in danger of loosing it, dig it up, kill it with a silver needle, let someone else make a new one some day. You'll feel as if you've pierced your own heart, but it's better than letting it fall into the wrong hands.

Because you're a Holder now.

And you'd better not let them come together.