Hipgnostical Heretrickeries And Other Mixes — July 2023
None of you youngsters remember the Li’l Warlock Comix from the 1100s.
Li’l Warlock was a rapscallion but also a sensitive, poetic type of Eternal Evil. He just liked doing magic, cursing people, and trying to take over the world. I could relate.
This is from issue 34, when Tramondis, the Li’l Warlock doesn’t get any invitations to the ritual because the ritual is being held by all the snooty worshippers of Ygth-℈aunℊskj
As the comic progressed and became more popular the creative team of its writer Gerald of Wales and his illustrator, a dishonored princess who had given birth to a faerie child, began to do more experimental work.
Culminating in the late series arc where Tramondis — now prematurely aged due to some black magic that went wrong - is sitting in his wizard’s Throne room feeling sorry for himself cause he ain’t got nobody.
This was probably the first Graphic Novel and nobody even remembers it nowadays because all the copies were burned by the church. Gerald barely escaped with his life. The princess was captured by an Elven Marchogion (a fancy Welsh word for Knight) who carried her upon his demonic steed into the Kingdom of Annwfn. They later got married and lived in a haunted Keep at the edge of a still lake where the Moon often came to bathe.
Interesting side note — late 60s I was spending a lot of my time in Birmingham, England working on a top secret project to enable the Thomkorlian Pulse emitted by entering and exiting the time stream backwards to be used to breach the walls of Dreamland, and thereby enable access to all of fiction. The project was not very successful, so I shelved my research in the IG archives and went on to more interesting things, which included a lot of Egyptian Third Kingdom sex orgies, heh heh.
Anyway this kid, Jeezer or Geezer, I had doing deliveries for me loaned some of my collection of Li’l Warlock comics and never gave them back, him and this band he was in later wrote a song about the Li’l Warlock. So, that’s pretty cool I guess. Just goes to show how no cultural artifact ever dies as long as there is memetic receptacle for that artifact to replicate and evolve through.
— IG AGENT 99
Author Logan Black was looking for booze for a party he was throwing and ‘accidentally’ stumbled on a cache of Illuminati Ganga supplies on the Bermuda Triangle island of Malaropa. Sure, what could be less suspicious! Accidentally landing on an uncharted island while searching for booze, hacking your way with your machete through hours of deadly jungles until you reach the main path, following the path to the compound, taking out the electronic surveillance equipment, getting down into the cooled off basement to find a bunch of booze! On Accident!
WELL GUESS WHAT! The booze is fake!! HAH HAH.
Yes, due to recent changes in the structure of the North and South American sub-organizations of Illuminati Ganga the use of Alchohol and psilocybin were banned at ritualistic aids.
Some of these changes were discussed in the recent public relations post
but really the main point is there is no more benefit to raiding Illuminati Ganga storage facilities, almost all of the non-guarded ones have had the drink and party supplies removed. And really, you don’t need that stuff to have a great party! You just need to follow my wonderful tips on how to party down
— IG AGENT 77
The invitations arrive in the dead of night, a knock on the door, there is nothing but darkness in the street, broken by fitful lightning. An envelope made out of folded steel sits on the edge of the lintel, so you reach up to get it. The flap is held tight by a thin magnet, you separate it and pull out a single small mirror and view your face in the pale light of your hallway, across your features in the glass are written an address and date in silver.
You sigh and head back to bed. Tomorrow will mean traveling. And complaining, lots and lots of complaining.
— IG AGENT 81
It is a great and unexpected honor to be asked to host the revels of Illuminati Ganga, of course I am thrilled to do so!
Of what use is my ancestral home, my inherited titles, and the nobility of generations if these are not placed in the service of a motley mob of gawking ignoranti having sex in the rosebushes, dancing to weird music with incomprehensible lyrics, and saying revoltingly rude things about the royal family of a very small kingdom that we are distantly related to?
An Orgy!?! Imagine, are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted!?
— IG Agent 173
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OTHER RESOURCES
As you will no doubt have noticed we referenced tweets from the following people who are not members of Illuminati Ganga — check them out
Logan Black — Author
Other Articles of Interest in relation to the Agents involved in this article
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Agent 81:
Agent 173:
When you’re that rich you don’t need to write!