#Beauty-In-Death
Once upon a time...
Sometime in the year 2000 on an IRC Network far far away...
Three lonesome netgeek desperados met and formed what would eventually become...
The #1 Undisputed/Undefeated/Uniquely Amazing HoRRoR/(S)eXploitation/Gore/Cult-Films IRC Channel...
In the beginning there were only 3 GoRe-Godz. DivX-KittiE, Bactoward, and BigDogg. Beelzebub while sitting in the can and surfing IRC Networks became very displeased that no one in his Hell-On-Earth dared to form a channel that even SaTaN could be proud of, a place for demons & goblins & gorefiends to assemble and trade stories of self-mutilation, self-deprecation, self-loathing, murder/suicide fantasies, goatsexor experiences in the ozark mountains(bactoward), Bling-Bling shizzie my nizzie bragging rights regarding women scored in seedy North Carolina bars (BigDogg), and Feng-Shui HoRRoR/Death/Kill home decorating, and shock, bewilderment, and triumph at ripping dvd's to divx (DivX-KittiE). We basically chatted about life, traded files and poked fun at each other sometimes to the far extreme! Most of our discussions were cerebral with topics regarding chaos math, mathematical abstracts and the geometry of crystal formulations. We also discussed Serial Killers, Rotten.Com, and ways to gross each other out. My fondest memories recollected from that time were probably mostly gross out moments.
Our channels original name was #House-Of-Fear. We wanted to create a gloomy atmosphere and attract goths and eviL people. What we got were netgeeks, dorks, horny fratboys, and role-playing D&D freaks who wanted to meet a gothbabe for a mean f**K. SaTan was not pleased and came to the Ops and told them to change the channel's name.
And then it was so...
#Fear-Of-The-Dark was born... And so began the quest to assemble IRC's most eviL. Ok so it didn't happen. And we were happy with what we got, the horny fratboys looking for gothbabes, and guys with nicks like VladTheVampirellaPutangImpaler. Life works in mysterious ways, and soon we met up with Darkskys, Cujo, and Slipk, all current #Beauty-In-Death Ops. I recall Sir Darkskys running his server 24/7. And bactoward downloading gigs of BA sponsored prons, Men!!! Oh also DivX-KittiE ran a server with every episode of Bangbus for shits and giggles, and her own rips also, yet for some odd reason no one downloaded her rips, just the BangBus, especially BigDogg, that dirty dogg.
With every new day brought laughs and tender moments, we fought, we cried, we got on each others nerves. We had alot of fun, and the bonds that were formed back then have lasted for many years for most of us...
Over time the server we were on began experiencing many problems and net-splits and was rarely ever stable so we decided to move to another network. It seemed that every network we moved to went to complete chaos splitting every 5 minutes, we believed we were in fact cursed, yet we continued hopping across the net like frogs with their tails on fire and finally settled at our current location at Zerofuzion in late 2002. Zerofuzion has been good to us, it's a small server, but on occasion does have its problems, however we have grown to call it home and will remain here as long as we can.
Our channel #Beauty-In-Death, and our sister channel #Imagica, are places welcome to one and all. Especially to those who sit in dark corners, the rejects of society, the people with abnormal fetishes, the goths, punks, goremetal blood puking whiskey drinking monsters, the ghouls, demons, goblins, vampires, werewolves, the pill popping prozac nation. We do not discriminate. We embrace the darkness and all who wish to be a part of our dysfunctional family.
Welcome to your best nightmare...
~BeautifulDeath~
A favorite poem...
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft. so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
~Lord Byron
There is much beauty in darkness. A withering dead flower, a decaying dead animal on the roadway, a cold dark cemetery under the pale watchful eye of the moon. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, what is beautiful to you?
