I didn't know what else to place at the top. Figure it sounded cool. Like I give a flying fuck what you think. Anyway, the name's Randell. And that's all. Otherwise call me Khyr-Sik. That's my other name...the 'secret' name...or the noise I made when I barfed after seeing the face of the Wyrm during my Rite of Passage. Heh, yup, no kidding. That tuna sandwich was mighty good a second time...just kidding.

Sooooo, I was asked to set up a small page here about me, my kind...Black Spiral Dancers (or Bastards, however you want). Gotta tell ya, it ain't all that bad. Those rumors and myths about us being all insane and wackos? Well, only partly true. I don't consider myself to be a madman. Though I do act eccentric at times. And who doesn't, eh? You see, the thing most people out there don't realize is that my kind has a strong purpose. We're trying to make things right again. Everyone's goin' around saying the Wyrm is fucking up the universe. Uh uh, wrong, untrue. It's the Weaver. The Wyrm is the Balance, the Caretaker, the Night Watchman and who gets out of line? That's right, Aunt Spider. She's the one who's at fault. And our Master is seriously hurting. So It created us to help It out til It gets back on Its feet. Sorta like how Gaia created the Gaian Garou to help protect her? Well, those stupid assholes have turned against the Wyrm and want to destroy It.

You know what I think? I think the Weaver created Gaia as a disguise in order to push our Master further back. Yeah, that's right. Gaia is only a front...a mask. And pull that mask off you get Weaver. And the Weaver created these Gaian Garou to kill off the Wyrm. So in order to protect Itself, the Wyrm created us. Think about...you know I'm right. And so from then we've gotten a bad rap about being murders and psychos and perverts. But you need to understand, one of our jobs is to destroy where there is too much excess. If the population gets out of control, we need to push it back. If there is too many forests, we gotta make room. The cities have become overwhelming, so we gotta take control of them and halt progress. It's a tough job and Weaver has mind-warped the Gaians into thinking we're hurting the world...when really it's them who's hurting the world.

And yeah, we may look disgusting and hideous, but imagine what you'd look like and how you'd act if part of your job description was to end life. We gotta keep our spirits up and be this way to psych ourselves into performing our duties. Else we fail and the whole universe will collapse. There have been a few Dancers in the past that have turned sides and, well, it's heart breaking. It only means the Weaver has claimed another victim. People need to understand that sometimes life isn't all peaches and cream. And we're the ones to show them that. And all those Urge Wyrms and Banes causing disfunctional minds? Remember, we're Balance. Everything...and I mean everything, must be checked in line. This includes emotions. Emotions are products of Wyld and Weaver, dude. And if there's too much happiness in the world, we gotta make sure there's plenty of despair to cover for. And you might think that that's a horrible thing to do, but you need to understand, there is a reason for all things in existance to be balanced. Pain and trouble is just as important as happiness and pleasure. The universe has come this far and only because Wyrm has seen to it that nothing has gotta out of control or too powerful. If little Suzy down the street is all happy and enjoying life, someone else in the world needs to suffer. It might not sound fair, but it's the circle of life and existance.

So enough of my babbling...let's see, I have a couple images below of some of my work. The first one was this guy who was snooping around in one of our hideouts. I think he might've been a kinfolk to one of the local Gaian Garou but we never confirmed it...since we didn't really care.

Three of us held him down while a forth skinned his face back while he was alive.

This next one was a lady friend of ours...or was. She was pregnant and gave birth to a Metis Dancer...but being a stupid fuck, she killed the cub since she was upset and disgusted with what came out of her womb. So we taught her a lesson and a lesson to any others who tried this trick again.

My buddy was the one who took the pictures. He keeps a collection of these. There was another one where some guy got ran over by a tank.
All that was left was a pasty mush. But we were laughing so damn hard...yeah, it was pretty funny. Check out the picture here.

So anyways, I just hope some people will realize that though we may seem cruel and horrible, you need to understand...its our job.
We have to. No one else will and if this doesn't get carried out, believe me things will get even worse.

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