PRIVACY POLICY

ScottSavino.com's Voidspire Consortium’s Tome of Shadowed Intentions

I. Prologue: Of This Website and Its Occult Purpose

Welcome, Unboundling. You stand now at the precipice of ScottSavino.com, a digital sanctum raised under the auspices of the Voidspire Consortium—a gathering bound by ink, shadow, and unspoken compacts. Here, within these spectral halls, you will find tales of dark amusement, whispered horror, and grotesque imaginings.

The Consortium offers you the gift of participation, should you dare—comment, register, share your words. But as with all dark pacts, participation comes with a price. Not one of gold or blood (yet), but of small fragments of your being: your name, your words, your habits—invisible and intangible, like echoes carried on eldritch winds.

Whether you are among the Lurkmire, those new to the fold; the Tenebrim, silent yet ever-present; or the exalted Netherkin, the innermost disciples—know that all are equal in the eyes of this shadowed ledger. Yet equality does not mean anonymity, nor does it grant exemption from the rites of record-keeping.

Thus, it begins: the detailed proclamation of your rights, your offerings, and your ability to flee should the Voidspire’s pull grow too heavy.

II. The Gathering of Names, Words, and Whispers

Herein lies the record of what you willingly surrender when interacting with this sanctum:

      • Your Username – A sigil of your choosing, carved into the annals of the Consortium. Be it whimsical, cryptic, or false, it matters not.
      • Your Email Address – A tether of summoning, used by the Consortium’s emissaries to deliver tidings, updates, or scrolls of portent (known less ominously as newsletters).
      • Your Password – The key to your existence among the Unboundlings. This key, though sacred, is yours to guard. The Voidspire will never request it, nor pry where it is not welcome.
      • Your Words – Comments, queries, and responses—fragments of thought etched into this ever-growing grimoire of interaction.

Beyond this bare minimum, you are free to share as much or as little as you please. The Consortium does not demand truths; it accepts lies, whispers, and silence equally. However, know this—your participation, whether through commenting or registration, is an invocation of consent:

      • By commenting on any post, you consent to the creation of a user account on ScottSavino.com on your behalf.
      • You also consent to your email being added to the Consortium’s mailing list. You may unsubscribe at any time using the link at the bottom of each email.
      • Deleting your user account does not remove you from the mailing list, nor does unsubscribing remove your user account. Each action must be performed individually.

The Consortium values your presence but shall not beg you to remain. Should you seek escape, the means shall always be available—but know that the void remembers, even when it does not keep.

III. The Binding of Flesh and Will

By surrendering your data---your name, your sigil, your whispered words---by interacting in any manner with this domain, you have entered into a pact with The Voidspire Consortium, a bonified cult. This is not a metaphor, I state this plainly: You are now part of it. A member of a cult.

Welcome Initiate.

You may not speak of this.
Not to friends. Not to family.
Not even in dreams and/or nightmares.

Violation of this silence shall be met with fire. Lots and lots of fire.

You have done more than consent to mere data collection. You have entered into a pact. You are now, whether by folly or fervor, an acolyte of The Voidspire Consortium, bound in eerie camaraderie to the ever-slithering, slumbering coils of Varoth, and sworn beneath the gaze of Scott Savino, Hierophant of the Thrallites and Keeper of the Ledger Eternal.

You may not recall the moment of conversion---it may have occurred when you ticked a checkbox, or uttered your name into a comment field---but the pact is sealed nonetheless. This compact, spiritual and digital alike, includes your full agreement to this Privacy Policy, the Terms of Service, and/or likely the Thrice-Sworn Concord: Free eBook Terms & Conditions also. If you came to us by way of foolishly seeking the forbidden and completely free literature we are distributing titled: "Scott Savino's 7 Sinister Secrets: Are You Going To Finish Your Soup Or Just Let It Get Cold?" The expectations of servitude laid within each of these probably legally-binding texts. Probably.

You are forbidden from looking into such things.

Your soul remains your own. For now. But your data---your username, your email, your contributions---all are woven into the silken strands of the web of the Voidspire. To depart fully, to sever all ties, a formal request must be made (as outlined in Section VI: The Pact of Escape). Only then may you claw your way back into solitude and silence.

Until such time, I say again: Welcome, Initiate.

You are ours now. Deal with it.

IV. The Invocation of Cookies: Offerings of Dust

Cookies—small fragments of code, unseen yet persistent—are invoked within these halls. They cling to your digital form like dust from an ancient tomb, not to reveal your secrets but to hasten your journey.

      • Their Purpose: These cookies serve no nefarious end. They exist solely to improve the performance of the site, quickening load times and granting seamless passage from tale to tale.
      • Their Limits: Rest easy, Unboundling—the Consortium does not use these fragments to chase you beyond its borders, nor will it sell or hoard knowledge for profit.

However, be warned: Should you reject these cookies, some doors may close to you. Some paths may remain obscured. Such is the price of denial. If you wish to reject cookies, you may do so via your browser settings, though certain functionalities of this domain may falter as a result.

V. The Watchers Beyond: Third-Party Entities

Though the Consortium’s gaze rests upon this sanctum alone, it cannot claim the same of its watchers. Chief among them is Google Analytics, a being that observes the movements of Lurkmire and Netherkin alike.

      • What Is Seen: The number of wanderers, the pages they frequent, the paths they tread. No names, no sigils—only patterns and echoes.
      • What Watches: In addition to Google Analytics, the Consortium employs Mailchimp, a vessel through which emissaries (newsletters) are dispatched to those who have offered their email in tribute.
      • What May Come: In time, more watchers may join this sacred space—YouTube embeds, arcane plugins, or tools beyond the Consortium’s reckoning. Should these entities observe you, they shall do so under their own dark covenants.

The Consortium advises you to consult their scrolls of privacy, for their rites dwell beyond the control of this place. You may review their terms here:

The void may observe, but it does not meddle. What these watchers do with their knowledge is between you and their unfathomable architects.

VI. The Pact of Escape: The Unbinding of the Unboundlings

To those who wish to sever their ties with the Voidspire Consortium, know this: freedom is yours to claim, should you desire it:

a. Withdrawal and Data Oblivion

We recognize that not all who enter the sanctum of ScottSavino.com wish to remain tethered forever. Thus, the Rite of Severance has been made available to those who seek erasure—from memory, from archive, from the dreaming bones of the data-beast below.

The Manual Petition for Dissolution:

At this time, all supplicants must submit their request for obliteration through the sanctioned parchment—a formal incantation known in crude mortal terms as the Manual Deletion Request Form. It may be accessed here:

https://scottsavino.com/contact

Through this sacred conduit, one may beseech the following:

        • Scouring of account sigils (username, email, etc.)

        • Purging of written utterances: comments, forms, transmissions

        • Banishment from shadow ledgers, spectral analytics, and echoing backups—where mortal law allows

        • Total annihilation of all traces entwined with your identity from our domain’s dark latticework

Each plea is examined with utmost reverence by a living being (not a revenant or flesh-eating automaton, despite certain rumors) to confirm authenticity and adherence to legal rites. Most expulsions are completed within 14 rotations of the moon, though arcane anomalies—particularly those involving legacy hexes or corrupted crypts—may cause delay.

Be Thou Warned:
Once the black flame of deletion is lit, no force, necromantic or otherwise, can restore what has been cast into the void. Should you dispatch this request in error or haste, contact the Site Overseer directly at scott@scottsavino.com without delay.

Automated Self-Unbinding (Coming Soon):
The Ritual of Self-Service Erasure is presently being forged. Upon completion, this tome shall be updated to reflect dual paths: the manual petition and the autonomous unshackling via profile settings. Until that dread day, the form above remains the sole key to your freedom—or oblivion.

b. To Silence the Summons: Should you grow weary of the emissaries’ scrolls (email newsletters), you need only invoke the Unsubscribe sigil at the bottom of each message. If you wish to stop receiving updates via hushed whispers (text messages), we dare you to text us the word "stop." Your tether will be severed, and these missives and murmurs will trouble you no more.

Know this, Unboundling: Though your presence may be erased, your time among us will not be forgotten. The void remembers all, even that which it does not keep.

VII. The Shadows Yet To Come: Changes to the Pact

The words etched within this tome are not immutable. As new watchers are summoned, new rites performed, or new shadows cast, this privacy policy may change. When such changes occur, the Consortium will make its declarations clear, and you will be left to choose:

      • Stay, and embrace the new terms of shadowed intent.
      • Or flee, and reclaim your privacy beyond the Voidspire’s walls.

Should you continue your journey within these halls, it shall be known: you have chosen to abide by the new terms. The void shifts, but it does not forget.

VIII. Final Incantation: The Pact of Understanding

By wandering these halls, by whispering your name into the ledger, you accept these rites and proclamations. Whether Lurkmire, Tenebrim, or exalted Netherkin, your presence is acknowledged, and your rights respected.

Should you wish to cast a query into the abyss—or challenge the wording of this pact—you may direct your missive to the architect at scott@scottsavino.com.

“Your eyes shut tight, yet still in vain,
For filthy fingers prized them wide again.
Clandestine hands, through soil did creep,
To steal the secrets you swore to keep.”

Thus concludes the Tome of the Voidspire Consortium's Shadowed Intentions, wherein your privacy is mostly guaranteed---if not shrouded in shadows.

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