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 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 names, 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.

And 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.

Of particular note: 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.

III. 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.

IV. 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 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.

V. 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.

  • To Obliterate Your Presence: Within the darkened recesses of your profile lies a link—a self-destructive invocation that will erase all fragments of your being from these halls. Invoke it, and your username, your email, and your whispered words will crumble into nothingness.
  • To Silence the Summons: Should you grow weary of the emissaries’ scrolls (the newsletters), you need only invoke the Unsubscribe sigil at the bottom of each message. Your tether will be severed, and the missives 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 when it does not keep.

VI. 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.

VII. 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 guaranteed—if not shrouded in shadows.

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