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The Day The Sun Explodes

Posted onMarch 5, 2025March 14, 20251 Comment

She stands at the edge of the sea; empty eyes fixed on the sky. Her body ignites. Flames ripple through her shredded skin, then through her dress like ribbons caught in the wind.
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Where Would You Like Them Left?

Posted onFebruary 15, 2025March 14, 20251 Comment

“Where would you like them left?” I ask, keeping my voice steady. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even turn to me. I shift my grip, the weight of them suddenly unbearable as the silence between us stretches, heavy. Suffocating.
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Terms of Service

ScottSavino.com’s Voidspire Consortium’s Rules, Regulations and Expectations of Conduct

Your continued presence within this ancient sanctum constitutes that you accept the servitude required of those who devote their lives to the worship of Varoth, he who slithers, dreaming, beneath the feet of all, as well as the following:

I. The Pact of Age and Presence

Your presence here—yes, you, wanderer—indicates that you are of sound mind and at least 18 years of age. This is not a mere suggestion but an unyielding decree. If you are not yet of age, you are not permitted to register, comment, or otherwise interact within these halls. There are no exceptions—not parental consent, not youthful cunning, not even the whispered plea of an elder god.

If you are a minor:

- Kindly return to your realm, fetch a glass of milk and a cookie from your caregiver, and come back in a few years when your age matches your curiosity.
- Begone, child! The Voidspire Consortium is no place for the tender-minded or soft-hearted.
- Do not attempt trickery. Your mere presence here will not bestow upon you the wisdom or fortitude required to endure what lurks within.

By continuing, you confirm your voluntary entry into these halls and accept the risks, the ridicule, and the rights afforded to all Unboundlings who dwell here. Should you falsify your age or otherwise trespass where you are unwelcome, know this: ScottSavino.com bears no responsibility for what you may encounter, nor for any lingering dread, existential crises, or corruptions of the soul that may follow. You have been warned.

II. Conduct Among the Unboundlings

The Voidspire Consortium thrives on freedom, and yet it is bound by rules:

Freedom of Speech Does Not Mean Freedom From Consequences

Here, you may speak freely. Curse. Call out misdeeds. If another Unboundling angers you, you may call them whatever you like.

Know this: your words will have consequences. If you act shitty, expect shitty things in return. That is the way of the world—and of the Voidspire. Should the masses descend upon you for your insolence, know that you have invited this reckoning upon yourself.

What constitutes "shitty behavior?" The following, including but not limited to:

- - Harassment, including repeated unwelcome interactions, targeted abuse, or personal attacks.
  - Threats of violence, harm, or any form of intimidation, real or implied.
  - Doxxing—revealing personal information about others without their explicit consent.
  - Impersonation—claiming to be someone you are not in an attempt to mislead, deceive, or cause harm.
  - Malicious false reporting—filing complaints in bad faith to manipulate moderation decisions.
  - Unrelenting negativity—there's a difference between critique and an unholy crusade of misery.

Insults and Quarrels

Settle your disputes with words, not hatred. Cast your curses, but keep them rooted in truth.

If chaos reigns unchecked—if petty squabbles spiral into madness—know that the Keeper of the Voidspire (me, Scott Savino) shall intervene.

At my sole discretion, one of the following judgments shall occur:

- The Trial by Flames: A tribunal will be held. When (not if) you are inevitably found guilty, you shall be burned at the stake in effigy, your crimes immortalized in these pages for all to mock.
- The Duel of Rusted Blades: If the quarrel is between two Unboundlings, you shall be summoned to the Dueling Chamber. There, you may select from an array of rusty medieval weaponry—blunted swords, tarnished axes, and perhaps a broken flail. Winner takes pride. Loser takes silence.
- The Muting of the Guilty: If you prove unworthy of either spectacle, I will simply mute you. First for 3 days. Then a week. Then a month. After that, your account shall be cast into oblivion.

All moderation decisions are final and at my discretion. If you wish to appeal, you may do so by screaming into the void. The void will consider it. Perhaps.

The Forbidden Speech

Hate speech of any kind shall awaken my immediate wrath. Homophobia, transphobia, bigotry, or words directed against an entire group of people will not be tolerated. You will be flayed from existence, your account deleted, your IP banned, and your sins documented via screenshot. I may even send the evidence to your employer, your parents, or your third-grade teacher.

Spam Shall Not Be Tolerated

If you post spam—be it vile links, pyramid schemes, or other unholy plagues—you will be banished to the bogs for all eternity.

Repeat offenders shall be fed to the rats in the rat room. They are always hungry.

Reporting Misdeeds

If you believe a comment to be in violation of these sacred laws, you may report it by emailing the link to the offending comment directly to me (scott@scottsavino.com). However, understand this: currently, no comments are automatically posted---I manually approve each one. This means that if you see it, I have already seen it.

Should you feel compelled to report an offense, you may plead your case as to why it offends you, and I will consider it.

Perhaps.

III. Ownership of Content and Intellectual Property

All stories, images, and works of madness within these halls are the sole property of Scott Savino and scottsavino.com.

You may share links to my work, as I have posted them. However, you may not:

- Copy, reproduce, or redistribute the text in any format.
- Edit, adapt, narrate, or record my stories without explicit written consent.
- Use them in print, videos, or any form of media without explicit written consent.

Know this: I have had entire websites, YouTube channels, and apps obliterated in record time for such violations. Be warned.

IV. Comments, Reviews, and Retribution

Commenting and Consent

By commenting on any post, you consent to the following:

- - Your email will be added to my mailing list, from which you may unsubscribe at any time via the link at the bottom of any email.
  - A user account will be created for you on scottsavino.com to facilitate your participation. You may delete this account at any time.

These two actions—mailing list subscription and user account creation—are separate. Deleting your account does not unsubscribe you from emails, and unsubscribing from emails does not delete your account. Each must be done individually, and both options are made convenient and simple for those wishing to opt out of future interactions.

Consent to Usage

Your words are your own, but by speaking them here, you grant me an irrevocable license to repost them anywhere I deem amusing, helpful, or damning.

- - Proper attribution will be given for any reposted commentary, reviews or interactions otherwise---unless you’ve displeased me. Then I may repost your words with gleeful malice.
  - Ignorance will not save you: Should you post something foolish, offensive, or downright embarrassing, it may be immortalized for a wider audience. Perhaps even your boss will see it.

Choose your words carefully, my most cherished Unboundling.

V. Termination of Accounts

This is my domain, and I may delete or suspend accounts whenever I feel like it. If this displeases you, go start your own cult centered around the worship of ancient underground serpents. This is scottsavino.com, and I am Scott Savino—is that okay with you, whoeveryouare.com?

Standard Suspensions

- - First Offense: 3 days in silence.
  - Second Offense: 1 week.
  - Third Offense: 1 month.

Should you reach beyond the limits of my patience, your account shall be deleted, and your IP banned. There will be no appeal. It should also be understood that I may not follow these suspension rules according to my discretion and the severity of the offense.

Ban Evasion and Repercussions

Banned users may not create new accounts to bypass their exile. Any attempt to do so will result in additional bans, up to and including permanent IP blocking and further countermeasures as necessary. If you are cast into the void, you are expected to stay there.

Data Retention and Account Deletion

If you choose to delete your account, most of your data will be erased from public view. However, certain records may be retained for legal, security, or administrative purposes. This is not a sinister plot---just standard practice in the realm of digital record-keeping. Know that the void remembers, even when you do not.

VI. Disclaimers and Liability

By entering this sanctum, you acknowledge that scottsavino.com exists for entertainment purposes only. Nothing here should be taken as professional, legal, medical, or existential advice. If you summon something unspeakable, that’s on you.

We Claim No Responsibility For:

- The pictures you found in the shoebox of your mother's closet. You know the ones. They were meant for your father. Not for you.
- Sleepless nights, existential crises, or lingering dread.
- Sudden urges to summon demons or eldritch horrors.
- Portals to Hell opened via hyperlinks.
- Rats mysteriously appearing in your walls.
- Strange whispers at 3 a.m. urging you to commit unspeakable acts.
- Social embarrassment resulting from poorly chosen words immortalized by me.
- Any loss, damage, or personal ruin resulting from your participation on this site.

No Guarantee of Availability

I may take this site down, break it, alter it, abandon it, or cause it to spontaneously combust at any time, with or without notice. I owe you nothing. If you depend on this site for your well-being, seek help.

Third-Party Content and Links

If you follow a link to an external site and it leads you somewhere unspeakable, that’s on you, too. I have no control over third-party content, nor do I endorse, verify, or take responsibility for what lurks beyond the void. Proceed at your own risk.

Your use of this site is undertaken at your own peril. Proceed wisely.

VII. Changes to These Terms

These terms are fluid—like the waters of Twilight Cove—and may change whenever I see fit. You shall be informed through one of the following methods:

- A letter left discreetly on your pillow, placed there as you sleep.
  (Such a lovely dreamer...)
- An email, sent without fanfare.

Your continued use of this sanctum shall constitute your agreement with these changes. If this unsettles you… good.

Changes take effect immediately upon posting. It is your responsibility to review these terms periodically. Ignorance is no defense, and the void does not accept excuses.

VIII. Governing Law

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law
(unless Florida or U.S. law says otherwise.)

These terms are bound by both the ancient and unfathomable decrees etched into the eternal pages of the Esoteric Doctrine of Penumbra and the legal framework of the mortal realm—specifically, the laws of the State of Florida, United States. Should conflict arise between the two, the court system of Florida shall take precedence...for now.

Binding Arbitration and Dispute Resolution

Any legal disputes, claims, or grievances arising from your use of scottsavino.com shall be resolved through binding arbitration, rather than in court. This means:

- You waive your right to sue in a courtroom or participate in class-action lawsuits.
- Arbitration will take place in Florida, in accordance with Florida law.
- Each party shall bear their own legal costs unless otherwise required by law.
- The Arbitrator’s decision will be final and enforceable.

Limitation of Claims

Should you feel compelled to take legal action (foolish mortal that you are), you must do so within one (1) year from the date of the event that gave rise to the claim. After that, your right to bring a claim shall be lost to the sands of time and Varoth’s eternal slumber.

The Wrath of the Void

To defy these laws is to tempt annihilation, and while Varoth will not rise for your petty insolence, you will not escape the consequences of your betrayal. The Unboundlings, your Brothers, Sisters, and Others within the sacred Voidspire Consortium, and I, Scott Savino, Hierophant of the Thrallites, will ensure swift and inventive retribution. Perhaps the flaying chamber will claim your flesh, feeding it to the sacred vermin who dwell therein. Perhaps you will find yourself bound and delivered to the Everglades, abandoned forever or until such a time as you are discovered by the hunger of the gators who neither question nor forgive... whichever happens first.

But let this be clear: all that we do, even in vengeance, is to preserve the sanctity of Varoth’s dreams. Let not your foolishness jeopardize his eternal slumber, for the serpent rises only once—and when he does, there will be nothing left to rise for.

By blood you clicked, your oath now sealed,
A pact in shadows, dark revealed.
Our terms, engraved in crimson script,
Will bind you hence until death's kiss.

Within view of thy watchful eyes, by remaining in this wretched dominion I acknowledge that I agree to this Codex of Rules, Regulations and Expectations of Conduct and shall abide by them. I do so in the hope of securing the favor of Varoth! Omryn Zamon!

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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 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.

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 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:

- - Google Privacy Policy
  - Mailchimp Privacy Policy

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

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.

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.

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 mostly guaranteed---if not shrouded in shadows.

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