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cheetah gif (3lurr.gif). letters spell “you still don’t know his name” with the name “nico” spelled out between the letters.

if anyone remembers the day this gif went up, let me know so i can date this!

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The last Clancy letter, posted January 22nd, 2019.

Transcript:

“I can't face this page long enough to write what I'm truly feeling. I am only wrought with more questions: Questions about what I assumed to be true, questions about what my own path is, and the question that has plagued me every night that I lie here, back in city: Did I give up?

The force I saw between him and the bishop seemed tense to me, and frightening. But the memory of that exchange has had time to fester and replay in my mind long enough that I'm questioning if I even remembered it correctly. I assumed the bishop was forcefully retrieving his subject, but now I wonder if the bishop was actually trying to save him, and he refused.

I stayed out there for five days after I watched it happen. I haven't seen him since. Maybe he got away, and was still out in Trench with me. Maybe the bishop chased him down, and brought him home.

Home?

Did I just call this place 'home?'

After all of the endless beauty that I saw out there, am I now convincing myself that I'm actually better off within these confines?

I admit, It was more difficult than I expected. Nothing could have prepared me for how much the 'unknown' can consume me. Vast landscapes and endless possibilities, yet coupled with endless danger. I became anxious. I became tired. I became hungry. Every step I took became harder than the last, jumping from jagged rocky step to step, or pulling myself through thick forest - it all became debilitating, and I was sure that I couldn't go on. 

Keons approached as the sun rose one morning. I wasn't scared. I was relieved. After all that he had taught me, his presence was the most comforting moment that I had in days, and I couldn't help but be happy to see him. In true Keons fashion, he wrapped his arms around me, then put his hands under my face, looked me in the eyes, and said "Clancy, child, let's go home."

I've been here for a few weeks now, and while the routines of this world are comforting, and certainly easier than life out there, my mind keeps bouncing between the two places.

Which one is home? Are the bishops protecting me, and the torches upon the hilltops dangerous? Or is it the other way around? My dreams pull me from world to world, and I feel lost in between all of it.

There is still so much I do not understand.

- Clancy”

The bolded letters in the transcript are doubled in the original letter, spelling out “so deep ned bayou”. 

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hey, thanks for 1k! you guys are cool. 

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I’m so confused about DEMA and Clancy. Is there a quick overview I can look for to try and understand what they are? I’m sorry, there’s so many layers to this

i wish i could help, but at the moment we’re all just as confused as you are. nothing is for sure, and we’re getting new information all the time. the best i can advise you is to pay attention to things as they happen, and regardless, i’ll be keeping tabs on it all and updating this blog so months from now we can look back and put the pieces together. 

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6th clancy letter, found july 18, 2018. file name is “unalone”.

transcript:

“i can’t believe what i just saw. i’m still trying to understand. this whole time i was sure that i was all alone- a single soul in this vast unknown world. but a few days into this trek, i looked down to see a figure headed the same way i was. i’ve tucked myself in the caves and crevices, trying my best to keep hidden, but he was out in the open, making his exhausted journey right down the middle of trench. i was curious enough to follow alongside the path with him. he seemed unaffected by the fear of the unknown- the fear that tends to cripple me. to him, the terrain seemed familiar, as if he had been out here before.

while lost in my curiosity, they appeared. i had heard about them back in Dema, but to my knowledge, the stories were merely myth. ten, twenty, and then what seemed to be a hundred Banditos appeared upon the cliffs, all looking down at him. he only stopped for a moment to look back up at them, and then continued on his way. his energy changed, and i wasn’t sure if he was frightened or encouraged by their ominous presence. 

they warned him of what was about to come. it was a blur. first seeing the figure, then the Banditos, only to now have my eyes opened to the oncoming Bishop upon a white horse drawing closer in the distance.

the figure halted, and waited. when the Bishop stopped, was sure he looked up, directly at me, so i hid deeper back in a cave. the presence of the robed rider seemed to paralyze the man. he stood still as he was approached, powerless as the outstretched hands smeared his neck. i had never seen a Bishop possess power like this. Keons had always seemed gentle and warm- this Bishop, at least out here, seemed like something else.

so i ran, and i’ve been running for as long as my legs and lungs can handle. maybe this note will be my proof that what i witnessed was not a dream. a million questions race through my brain. am i not the only one traveling through Trench?

i’ll travel a little further, and maybe i’ll get a moment of rest tonight. i may have made a mistake, leaving. this spot, between two places, is beginning to feel like an endless and hopeless abyss. at least Dema is a place that i know, and at times like this, i miss a lot about what i know. this will all be much tougher than i imagined. nothing out here is familiar. i’ve witnessed the presence of others for the first time today, and i feel more alone than ever. cover me.

-clancy”

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a better look at the 5th clancy letter. transcript below:

“i’ve made it out. i feel weightless. i know that this place has always held me down, but for the first time, i can feel the levity that i had hoped for. it’s been three nights now, and my breathing has changed- it’s slower, and more full. it’s like the air out here is actually worth taking in. i can see it back in the distance, and i’d be lying if i said that it wasn’t constantly on my mind. i wish i could turn that fear off, but maybe the farther i go, the less that fear will affect me. i feel betrayed by what i assumed was home.

if i ever end up back there, i won’t be able to look at it the same way. they are asleep. they’re so sure they know the truth, and carry on throughout their day with the same meaningless tasks. they’ve forgotten to look up, and to look outward, to understand that this isn’t about “in here.” this is about “out here.” this new world surrounds me. i used to think the walls back home were massive- these green cliffs engulf me, and place me right in the middle. 

trench is quite precarious at times, and it’s easy to grow weary. but it’s real, and it’s true, and i’d much rather endure reality than to mindlessly be obedient to a life that someone else created for me. i’ve obsessed about this world for so long, that it feels more like home than anything i’ve experienced. somehow, in this vast openness, i feel more protected than ever. the landscape feels endless, and i’ve found myself walking for hours without any true evidence of getting further down. but i’ve seen plants and colors out here that i’m not sure i’ve ever witnessed before. there’s a beauty in the strangest places, 

and the curiosity of what’s next continues to motivated me. i wonder who else is out here. if what i assumed inside is true, there’s got to be more like me. sometimes i’ll feel a pressure, or think i see something in my periphery, only to look up and see nothing. it’s just another thing that i’m afraid of that also excites me. it all just confirms all of the things that i hoped to be true for all of this time. i am out here and i am very alive. i’m sometimes scared, but always discovering something new, and i will not stop. cover me!

- clancy”

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the dmaorg.info site went back up, with this update, found july 9, 2018 (courtesy of @hell-ghost) 

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the last two updates on dmaorg.info, before the website was deleted.

the first image: the last journal entry from clancy. file name “_he_a_vy_”. june 5, 2018.

the second image: file name “_o__ut_”. june 5, 2018.

letter transcript:

"they’re asleep. the night took forever to arrive, and now we’re almost ready. we’ve studied the watchers, and know that there’s no chance that we can step through unnoticed. so, instead of trying to hide ourselves, we’ll make sure that all of us are noticed. it’s been one year since the last convocation, and tomorrow’s annual assemblage of glorified will be the biggest spectacle this concrete coffin of a city has seen all year. if we time it right, we’ll divert the attention of the watchers and finally take the step through. we’ve had no contact, but we’re hoping the other side will be able to find a way in. we’re not sure of the breach location, but we are willing to risk being smeared in order to find it. we know that we must go lower, and wait for the torches. they’ve never seen anything quite like this, and by morning, everything will be different. i’m terrified and excited, all at the same time. they don’t control us. 

- clancy"

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clancy’s third journal entry. when the highlights are lined up with the text, it reads, “we are banditos.” found july 1, 2018. 

letter transcript:

“a lifeless light surrounds us each night. never could i imagine that something so luminous could feel so dark. it’s this glow that reminds me of the dreamless existence we’ve been sentenced to. but what i call a sentence, others accept as normalcy. how did they so efficiently eradicate the dreams within us? when the bishops instituted vialism as mandate, they effectively reversed the hope that many arrived with. am i the only one who realizes that we’ve been lied to? am i the only one not afraid of the notion that the nine have hijacked our trust, and extinguished the hope that once motivated our existence? we used to close our eyes and picture a better life, now this city is full of dry eyes caught in a trance of obedience, devoid of any trace of an identity. the only significant light i've seen has been in the eyes of those smeared- such a curious sight, to see bright eyes strangled by the darkness of bishop hands. as their penance fades, so dims their memory of something more. my hope of something more is all i have in this rigid tomb, and i will not let it die. 

- clancy”

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clancy’s second journal entry on the dema website. missing letters read “you are still sleeping.” may 9, 2018.

transcript:

“to refer to dema as my home has never felt accurate. dema, to me, has simply been the place that i’ve existed, or, the “slot” they’ve put me in. i’ve heard stories about the idea of “home,” and its depiction has always seemed warm from the storyteller’s description. there was a romantic ownership of the place they inhabited that i admired, but could never relate to. this place, my place, however, seems devoid of the romance and wonder that the old stories tell. but somewhere between the iron order and infallible precision of dema, a hum of wonder exists. it’s this quiet wonder that my mind tends to get lost in. this hope of discovery alone has birthed a new version of myself; a better version, i hope, that will find a way to experience what’s beyond those colossal walls.

-clancy”

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found below clancy’s journal on the dema website. april 21, 2018. 

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clancy’s journal, from the dema website. april 21, 2018.

transcript:

CLANCY_S JOURNAL 

The perplexities of the Dema horizon didn’t occur to me until my ninth year. It was then that I began to contemplate the existential, and decide what type of impression I wanted my life to make. Naturally, to fuel my hope, I looked out upon the distance of the land that had cultivated me, only this time with a new awareness of the obstruction that my youthful ignorance had allowed me to overlook. Was it there the whole time? How had I not seen something so obvious? I am reminded of the moment daily, as the realization directly collides with a unique hope for my own future. As a child, I looked upon Dema with wonder, today I am wrought with frustration, as I spend each day squinting for a glimpse of the top of the looming wall that has kept us here. It was upon my ninth year that I learned that Dema wasn’t my home. This village, after all of this time, was my trap.

Before I became realized, I had deep affection for Dema. There was a wonderful structure to the city that put my cares to rest. Streets and locations were dependable, and the responsibilities of the day seemed to be accomplished with minimal effort. Once a task was taught and understood, we delighted in our ability to complete our obligations timely, and felt secure in knowing tomorrow’s duties would be accomplished with the same efficiency. We all worked to represent our bishop with honor, and knew that each inhabitant of our region had a like-minded dedication to consistency.

Keons embodied the spirit of this dedication. Of Dema’s nine bishops, Keons was revered as unwavering and forthright, possessing the ability to achieve focus that was rare for most in our region. We all admired him, and felt honored to be inhabitants of his region. While we had heard legend of the ruthlessness of other bishops, Keons possessed a stoic demeanor unlike anyone I had ever met, and we were all proud to serve.

-Clancy

the note also contains a written message on the right side, which reads, “WEST WALL BLOCKED. EAST IS UP.”

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violation message on the dema website. april 21, 2018.

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the link to the DEMA website, hidden in a gif on the twenty one pilots webstore. april 21, 2018.