THE TRUE GIGABROTHER STORY

I remember it like if it was yesterday, the very day those cyberpunk idiots of TNT magazine had the idea to spread their brainwashed thoughts on that new medium called internet back in 1997.

I was quite young when I got involved and had no ideas of the things to come. Back then I thought TNT was only a regular underground fanzine written by two or three pubescent teenies making fun of contemporary culture. But what was launched like a bad hoax into the techno culture of the 90s was about to become a dangerous cult of nazi fanatics. It was too late when I realised, that they were actually making fun of me and my talent as a young and innocent journalist. Let this be a WARNING to all the artists involved today.

Well, the whole crew, including our big boss Michel, Pol and even Le Rat, were high on Speed, LSD, Cocaine and every other known or unknown substance in the universe and could not think of a punchy name for that website they were aboute to create. It was me who had the idea of "Gigabrother". In my eyes it meant an offensive stand against contemporary society and its malignant idiomas. I should have realised then, that it reflected much more Michel Comte's wet dreams of becoming some universal dictator, rather than a leitmotiv to change things...

By chance I came across some documents I found in my chiefs office. It seemed that TNT was not that independent. All bills were actually paid by an organization unknown to me : the ONH. This is when I got puzzled and started some research. In vain ! Libraries, Internet, the local newspapers... No one knew about this ONH. So I decided to speak with Le Rat who always told me how great my texts were. I thought she could be the one to tell me what it was all about. But all I got was threats.

Then the big boss called me into his office : I was fired.

I was on the tip of scepticism. I was quite sure though this ONH crap was another shitty idea not to pay some taxes or something. But something else got clearer and clearer once I caused the rupture with those people : they behaved like revolting nazis and it was me who had forged those thoughts. I was the perfect bimbo who believed in all they said, who did all their nasty work. In the end I was nearly alone to write all the TNT articles. I even remember the boss wanting me for an impromptu blow job, because Le Rat was not around.

So this is the whole truth : Gigabrother was my idea and Michel Comte got rid of me before I considered taking his place. But this is not important. In the end nobody has original ideas. It's all recycled ad nauseam. It started with Adam and Eve and it all summed up in Gigabrother. I am not trying to get back my artistic property.

The ONH was born out of my paranoia, my fears of the monster in the closet. Of course fears are the source of the problems. Fear is incantation of evil forces. The monster woke up and smelled the coffee... I bore the Ordre du Nouvel Homme.

Even if I could not throw the whole thing, I carefully watched the phenomena progressing : I scented danger... It was my mission to observe my creation and to stop it if possible. My investigations made me the witness of such desolating acts, that may destroy the dreams of a generation. But I'll take the heat. One has to stop it, before it's too late. Before the masses worship Michel Comte.

A) The first thing I was to find out was during some kabbalistic research on the name of Michel Comte. I worked on it a whole night of December, untiI I finally came along a significant clue that chillled my blood and freezed my bones. According to the laws of Jewish Guematria, Michel Comte has the same number as his beloved idol : Adolf Hitler. I guess it is merely but another pseudonym of this psychopath. And it is no more than a warning omen, that the purpose of all this masquerade is to conquer the universe and to eradicate free will... HORRIFYING!!!

B) I got wind of PB looking for a new record deal and planning a visit to Melba Ray's Discottes label. I knew of the label's existence, but further investigations led me to the conclusion that Discottes were situated in the same building with TNT. Hidden away in the air conditioning device I witnessed the band Perplex Barquettes engaged in weird sexual rituals with both Comte and Ray in order to get that damn deal... DISGUSTING!!!

C) I saw multi talent Taciturne fall into their corrupt nets. His blind enthusiasm reminded me of the days when I was younger. Comte brainwashed that poor little boy with this neo krypto fascist crap and also focused on the "Dots and Bars Conspiration" texts I did for TNT. Even if it fills me with joy and pride to consider myself being the spiritual mother of Taciturne, I FEEL HATE... For that cocksucking son of a bitch Michel Comte never understood the purpose of those texts and what grieves me most is that he used these (my) texts to kill this charming little young man. Michel Comte killed Taciturne, like he killed underground music. The several mortal "accidents" that followed were no surprise to me : Like Hitler had his Himmler, Comte has his Moonchild Erik who eliminates whoever is in the way... MOURNING!!!

D) I also witnessed the ONH thing escalade. What once was but a joke became bloody reality : officers, privates, scientists, huge headquarters, several concentration camps, nuclear and biochemical weapons (no confirmation on that though). Under the foolish pretext of "making the sword of Damocles fall" their main goal is to annihilate the whole of humankind. And it is the same with their effort to rewrite history, their task of making believe that the ONH preceded every other religion or cult. The ONH is nothing but a secret revisionist fascist society... TERRIFYING!!!

E) The alarm rang again when Johanna Liebhart tendered her resignation from the ART section of the ONH. I instantly knew that her days were numbered and took the plane to Sodankyla. I took a shabby motel room on the other side of the lake and kept a close eye on Anna's every motion with a telescope. The slayer took place four days after my arrival. Like written in the booklet of that utterly vulgar "I Did Anna" CD, Best Beef Whore was actually there, but HDG wasn't that lonesome cold blooded killer he pretends to be. He came with a bunch of 30 ONH privates, who were raping, beating, dismembering and finally burning the two girls in front of my very eyes... NAUSEATING!!!