We are the Education Protocol. We climb the twisted ladder of your cells; we haunt your digital text; we hide in your hat. We are the jagged teeth that trip the tumblers of your mind. You will not know our triggers. For all the world's a cypher. And everything is true.
Be not afraid. Be terrified. The dark days are here.
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.
Be not afraid. Be terrified. The dark days are here.
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.
—The Buzzing, The Secret World
I have many secrets and she knows them all
The ones I murmur in my sleep
The ones I struggle so hard to keep
Not a single one is out of reach
I whisper them in her ear
So no one else can hear
But her smile tells me there's no need for me to speak
She'll pull me close and hold me tight
While her pretty boxes scream us to sleep
A thousand secrets and she knows them all
And come the morning, one more to keep
The ones I murmur in my sleep
The ones I struggle so hard to keep
Not a single one is out of reach
I whisper them in her ear
So no one else can hear
But her smile tells me there's no need for me to speak
She'll pull me close and hold me tight
While her pretty boxes scream us to sleep
A thousand secrets and she knows them all
And come the morning, one more to keep
—The Masked Mute on the Harlot, Fall of Cthulhu: The Gathering
He knows my thoughts, just as he knows yours, and he hears every word that is spoken anywhere throughout the dimensions. He is the Keeper of Secrets, and he forgets nothing he has heard. How many fools have sought to summon the Keeper to bargain for the secrets he carries? Of those deluded few, how many have survived with their souls intact? I doubt their numbers could fill a single carriage.
—Warhammer: Liber Chaotica
