My Background

I was found wandering the streets of Lusk, Wyoming in March of 1999. I had a severe head wound, and I did not know where I was, who I was, or what had happened to me. They picked me up on East 3rd Street. A stranger in a small town. An injured stranger in a small town. An injured stranger in a small town who had no clue as to who he was.

They took me to Cheyenne. To a hospital there where I could stay until my identity was figured out.

They estimated that I was about somewhere between twenty and twenty-five years old. My fingerprints and DNA have never matched anything in any known database. Such a thing isn't too uncommon. What is uncommon is that my amnesia hasn't faded, and no one in all this time has stepped forward with my identity. Notices on me were sent to hospitals (both medical and psychiatric) and police stations and... just about everywhere. Nothing. It was like I'd just sprang into being one day in the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming.

In 2004, I expressed interest to leave the "housing" provided for me in Cheyenne. A small apartment was provided for me in Huron, California. My doctor had once lived there, and I thought it was about as far away as I could get from Wyoming.

An obsession with my origin took over, and I soon plunged into researching the circumstances of my appearance online. It provided a sort of escape for me, the hope that I could some day find my old life.

In early 2007, I found a video that, strangely enough, happened to be related to Lusk, Wyoming.

And the face in it was hauntingly familiar. Something grabbed at me, and I could barely speak or breathe as I watched the video. That first video is the only one Bambos hasn't poisoned with his "clever editing". What better one to draw people in?

I followed the happenings of the Wyoming Incident. I was sucked into it. I stayed with it, through parts good and bad. Every video made it worth it for me. Every one of the early stories touched at my very core.

And then videos stopped coming, and the stories became trite expositions for stupid characters in a conceited mythology. Still, I stayed. Maybe there would be more?

My obsession was only hindered by the overbearing presence of the doctor who saw fit to keep an eye on me. He had been an acquaintance of my doctor in Cheyenne, and he lived in a neighboring county. I guess he had an interest in amnesiacs or something... he certainly went out of his way to "visit" me.

For years I tolerated his annoying presence. For months I tolerated the inane happenings of the Happy Cube. I'm not sure which was worse.

In the end, I decided to abandon both.

But I had to keep playing the game. I'd just be playing it somewhere else.

I've been doing my own independent research, and boy, is it paying off.

Analysis

The children might have been real. Perhaps in the beginning. The strange shadows, the horrible places that lay just on the edge of reality, the lunatics... all these things may very well have been real. The so-called Puppetmasters were able to tie them into the videos easily enough, I suppose.

But Gods? Muses? Fantastical, Lovecraftian beings that argued like children amongst themselves? The work of incompetent writers who were barely able to string along twenty some people a week with their insipid storylines.

The videos and the original stories... these are the only things that have kept the Wyoming Incident alive. And Senor Bambos can't even honestly claim this as his own. It's sad, isn't it?

I think I've seen the children. I don't know who they are or who they belong to. Perhaps it's all in my head. A paranoia of sorts. You can feel them watching you sometimes, can't you?

The nape of your neck twitches.

You sense the truth.

And it's more frightening than any God ever conceived of.

On the Wyoming Incident

I could never write a memoir. It's an unfortunate thing, I suppose. I think of all the happy memories other people have, and then I think of my own barren past. I have nothing but a fog in my mind. This fog was so thick for so long... until early 2007. Having resigned myself to an empty life in a tiny apartment in a tiny city, I used my computer to try and escape reality. I never imagined I'd find a way to transcend it.

I found the Wyoming Incident videos, and they shone a light into my past. I know those faces. It's an instinctive feeling. Were some of these faces my parents? Brothers and sisters? Lovers? I don't know who they were. I only know they were a part of the life I lost. I played the game. Greek mythology, Aleister Crowley, children with darkened eyes... it went on and on. There was an unraveling mythology, but it provided me no real answers. I continued to play, and sometimes I would message whichever dupe was currently running the forum. The game provided no answers, and the administrators ignored me.

And then it was revealed to all be a prank. It was a joke. Was I supposed to laugh?

I didn't.

Bambos and the others have bastardized something very real. I'm sure they think those videos are awful funny, but I need to know where they came from. They'd didn't make them.

Bambos goes on and on about how easily he made the videos. He once claimed he made the third one in under fifteen minutes! He posted some (incredibly vague) details about how he generated the faces and effects and so on... but he refuses to make any more videos himself.

Isn't that strange? You'd think he'd at least do a funny fake one like so many at Something Awful have requested him to do... but no, he can't be bothered.

He doesn't make anymore because he can't. He didn't make them in the first places. That's why his details about making them are so inconsistent, why they're so vague, why he's never bothered to make another. He is a snickering moron and a liar. Not a flattering combination.

The stories, too. People on his own website have attested to his lack of writing ability - to his desperate dreams of one day being a "serious" writer. His stories are always so mediocre and underwhelming.

Those stories that gripped your heart and made you feel paranoid while you were "playing" the Wyoming Incident? Not his. Two of them were actually found archived on a website that went back to 1997.

And all those awful, rambling, silly little stories that came after the good ones? Completely his. Figures.

Bambos and the others who stood by him have plagiarised something they can't even begin to understand. There is a reason the Wyoming Incident videos act like a primal, fearful force in the minds of those who watch them, and I aim to find out what that reason is.

Years wasted in a hospital in Cheyenne. More years wasted in a dust town in California. Now... freedom.

It makes me want to laugh until I am sick.