Shrines (Ambient Horror Hour)
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The shrines are just on the edge of town. No one knows who put them up, or to which deity or demon they are reared to, or even who prays at them. Everyone just knows to leave them alone.
Every so often, the Inquisitors will arrive and knock them down in a show of force, but they never do more than that. They know better. It's not like what they do matters. The shrines will soon be back in their proper order by the next evening anyway.
"When the world rots, we set it afire. It's the one thing we do right."
- Creepy bird dude in Dark souls 3
The shrines made with the flesh of the defeated dead to honor the victorious living and remembering the fallen heroes of old.
Average fashion victim: surely, "ambient horror" can't be a thang, rite?
Iron Cthulhu Apocalypse: hold my drone.
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From Jeff Vandermeer's "The Third Bear":
Eventually, in his circling, meandering trek, Clem came upon a hill with a cave inside.
From within the cave, a green flame flickered. It beckoned like a lithe but crooked finger.
A lesser man might have turned back, but not Clem. He didn't have the sense to turn back.
Inside the cave, he found the Third Bear. Behind the Third Bear, arranged around the walls of the cave, it had displayed the heads of its victims. The heads had been painstakingly painted and mounted on stands. They were all in various stages of rot.
Many bodies lay stacked neatly in the back of the cave. All of them had been defiled in some way. Some of them had been mutilated. The wavery green light came from a candle the Third Bear had placed behind the bodies, to display its handiwork. The smell of blood was so thick that Clem had to put a hand over his mouth.
As Clem took it all in, the methodical nature of it, the fact that the Third Bear had not eaten any of its victims, he found something inside of him tearing and then breaking.
"I...." he said, and looked into the terrible eyes of the Third Bear. "I...."
Almost sadly, with a kind of ritual grace, the Third Bear pried Clem's sword from his fist, placed the weapon on a ledge, and then came back to stare at Clem once more.
Clem stood there, frozen, as the Third Bear disemboweled him.
I'd never contemplated what shrines might sound like when they rot, but yeah, I think you've nailed it. Nice work, bro. Thank you for sharing!
In retrospect, ground beef was a poor choice of building material.
Our shrine rots with each soul we consume. We are the reflection of all of you...
⚰ Ruby*
Thank you for yet another reason I love coming to visit. You do such thought provoking places. Have a great day...
Here as if is a residence like the temple , there are some things carved among the mountains . It musnt be dificil to discover where
It has been a long time since then and now it seems that the dead flesh is rotting more than just a few lengths of time
This is exactly what I needed right now
"No-one performs any shrine maintenance here! Everything is rotting! WHERE ARE THE SHRINE MAIDENS?" "A Great Priet! We sacrificied them, remember?" "Oh..."
I'm glad I found your channel. You create my kind of music. This is the sort of amazing dark ambient I love to sleep to, believe it or not. I compose my own ambient, dark ambient (Love Steve Roach, Lustmord, and composers like them - you're now part of that group in my opinion), deep space ambient, and the sort. Fixing to start uploading them onto my channel here so I can share with the youtube peeps and use parts of them in my horror story narrations.
It definitely made my day finding your channel and your talents. Keep it up. I can tell composing is a huge part of your soul.
Thank you! I noticed that CZcams started promoting me more once I advertised for Creepy Pasta narrators to use my music. Also the algorithm tends to like long mixes (hour or more). It massively overlooks shorter music pieces. Good luck with your projects!
Ancient temple here we come you guys make life so much more imaginative so many applications. MTG matches, reading, dark souls, meditation, etc.
Stop getting in my head..... it's not safe there... RUN!
AND U HAVE done it again thanks iron cthulhu
I have to admit that I had to take my headphones off while listening to make sure what I was hearing was part of the music and not some sort of weird squishy noise made by some sort of bug in my headphones.
The bass may cause some headphones to vibrate and buzz.
@@IronCthulhuApocalypse It creeps.........
Reminds me of Tangerine Dream's 'Zeit' , but the variation is happily welcome.
Yes, I am dead, how I died you might ask?
I killed myself. If I knew what is on the other side for The Tainted (Those who die by suicide) I would be still alive.
This is worse than HELL. Chaos Realm from Warhammer 40K have nothing on this.
I can't die here. City I woke up was made from living flash and metal, other Tainted called it temporal safe heaven (they have to constantly move over time) . Despite their warnings I left.
When I walked into normal looking city, I truly realized how much I fucked up. I can't describe this nightmare, these THINGS. When I try to describe this insanity, I black out for second and everything I wrote about it is deleted. I am trapped in this labyrinth. Day isnt safe, night is much worse.
There are underground complexes like metro, bases, bunkers... They are all linked into one. Its impossible to go there and survive.
@@valcaron I have to admit. I nearly fell from my chair laughing.
Weirdo....
I love it!
@@micky1thousand176 I am glad you like it ;-)
Mortarion waits
The rot father bless and keep you.
Love this!!!
This is a nice one. They keep getting better! :)
Good night!!! 😑
Eloquent.
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Sarckicism ftw 😂🤙
AVE 🤘🤘🤘🤘
Taking a break from black metal I see
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An endless Realm of Shrines made of human flesh, with a smell so putrid, so foul as if 10,000 graves were opened all at once, and the bodies have only been decomposing for a week under the hot Sun enough to make one throw up the second they step foot in this visceral Realm...Even the floor on which I stand is made of Flesh, making a squishing noise as I walk around this eternal Carnal World Of Death. Blood seeping into my shoes. As I head towards one of The Main Temples. I enter the Living structure, It's entrance made of human organs, it's hallways with columns made of human muscle and The Altair on which the Portal I must enter, to leave this realm is protected by large masses of flesh. As if they were made by all who once resided here. Large masses of flesh with multiple eyes and appendages, many larger than another. The masses all creating Bloodcurddling moans and shrieks as if they ones whom have been created into these abominations feel the pain that they feel in their current state. Their bones twisted in abnormal states other parts of the human anatomy fused with other bodies causing great pain and their memories of what sick pleasure they had in this hell now memories of insanity suffering, and such harrowing images that either have them screaming demanding that they'd return to their human forms.
Though large and cumbersome, some were easy to run from. Others were fast and even agile for creatures so grotesque many even looked as if they had grown giant tumors from their bodies. Some even had the ability to open their mouth to the point where their head would open for what was once their heads ware now one giant mouth whiles a second one was exposed and an elongated phallic -like tounge would extend opening another mouth and strike as fast as a serpent as it would bite into it's victims dragging them into their prior mouth to be chewed by countless rows of teeth of different kinds. These things not only had razor sharp teeth. But a mish mash of sharp and blunt teeth all misplaced even some were showing in different areas of their twisted bodied, making one think if it was another mouth ready to strike with it's elongated tounge and swallow you into its bloody maw.
Once passed the Flesh Worshippers as I ran towards the steps, a huge mass rose from the rotting floor exposing giant worms whom eat the flesh worshippers. I was only able to get pass them by not having the smell of death on me nor making a sound to alert them. Giant worms tall enough to look above a person and a mouth so wide and looking as of that of a human mouth. As I stood in front of one of the large blind beings only to see it burrow back and rise to feast on one of the Flesh Worshippers grabbing it on one side while the another worm rose from the floor grabbing the other. Just when it seemed the worms would have their fill. A giant human tounge dropped from the ceiling and wrapped itself around all 3 pulling them into its large mouth the ceiling, the walls were made of giant human mouths with rotting teeth and giant tounges that would write around as if the tentacles of octopi when they examine an object and interact with others. I had enough of this place! I RAN AS FAST AS I COULD UP THE STAIRS THE WERE MADE OF MORGANS OF WHO KNOWS WHAT UNTIL I REACHED THE PORTAL, MAKING IT OUT OF THAT HELL HOLE ALIVE AND RETURNING TO MY WORLD!
As I returned to my Chambers, My Mentor asked me, What did I encouter this time? What world in The Multiverse did I visit? I told her. "I am going to fast for the rest of the month...I think I entered a literal living world where the entire world and it's buildings were made of human flesh and every visceral image you cannot even imagine in your worst nightmares. My mentor just looked at ne , raising her eyebrow saying. "Hmmm...That Realm. I know that Realm".
I asked her if she did and what was that nightmare I traveled to, and Should I cast a spell to make sure no one goes in, and nothing comes out. All she said was to never return to it. For it already knows my scent, my emotions, my memories, and that though my flesh is different, not by color. But in an interesting way. Should I return. it will add me to it. Just what the hell did she mean by that and what kind of ritual did the locals do to turn their world as well as themselves into an endless waste land of rotting flesh?
Hello there
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How is it going for you my boi?
very great. and you?
Iron Cthulhu Apocalypse well I guess I wrote something that I think you might like.
General Kenobi
Can you make a soundtrack for the Brain Scorcher from stalker
I haven't played stalker. What kind of feelings does the Brain Scorcher inspire?
@@IronCthulhuApocalypse It is based off of the Duga Array within the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone in Ukraine. It is a massive Soviet over the horizon radar system. In the game it functions to project a man made consciousness around the nuclear reactor to suppress aggression. Desolation, fading aggression, loss of consciousness, hopelessness combined with Soviet 1980s brutal architecture, radioactivity, concrete, and "psy" emissions and pollution would be the vibe of it. IMHO the best science fiction story ever written that doesnt involve space ships. Here is some info about it in real life.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_Woodpecker
Scarlet rot anyone?
Some of these ads make me wonder if you support what is shown....thats not the case, right?
I had nothing to do with that.
@@IronCthulhuApocalypse Thx Mate. Keep making amazing music. I have no other beefs. Sorry about being so emotional. I edited my stupid comment to be more appropriate in what I was asking. :) Did i say I love your work?
Algum BR ?