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.

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.

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.

II. Conduct Among the Unboundlings

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

  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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 Lurkmire for all eternity.
    • Repeat offenders shall be fed to the rats in the rat room. They are always hungry.

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.
  • You may not:
    • Copy, reproduce, or redistribute the text in any format.
    • Edit, adapt, narrate, or record the stories.
    • Use them for 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. In one instance, an entire domain was deleted within 10 minutes of my discovery.

IV. Comments, Reviews, and Retribution

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—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?

Probably this is how things will go:

  • 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 be also understood that I may not follow those suspension rules according to my discretion and the severity of the offense.

VI. Disclaimers and Liability

By entering this sanctum, you acknowledge that scottsavino.com exists for entertainment purposes only.

The Voidspire Consortium claims no responsibility for the following:

  • 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.

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.

VIII. Governing Law

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

These terms are bound by the ancient and unfathomable decrees etched into the eternal pages of the Esoteric Doctrine of Penumbra. Ours is a life ruled by shadow, an existence offered in trembling devotion to the Great Serpent, Varoth, who coils and dreams within the restless sands beneath us. We live to soothe his slumber, for to disturb it is to summon ruin. Should he stir, the earth shall heave, the skies shall weep, and all shall be consumed in his ravenous wake. To appease his fathomless hunger, we devote ourselves in worship, sacrificing not only our flesh but our very will to his endless gaze from below.

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!

Fin.