T͢o̶͟͝ ͟͞in͢v̧͜͟ǫk͟e͢͢ ̛̛͟t͢͏h̨̧e h͏i̧v̶e͘͝-̛͞m̡in̨̛d ͠r̴̶ȩ͢p̶r̴̵̶e̷s̴e̶͘͟ņ͡ţį̷͠n̸g̵̨ ̸̸c̡̀͟h̡̕a̴̢os.̛ ̢̕͝
̴̡͘I̕ǹ͠͠v͏̛҉òk͠i͞n͠ģ́ ̛͟t̴͞he͢ f̶e̴͝e̷lin̨̛g ͟͢o̵f ́͏ç͢͡ḩ̨͞ą́o̧̢͘ś̕.́͘ ̕W̴̨i̴̶t̛̛ḩ͠ o҉͢u̢̕t̡̕ ̧̨o̶̶͜r҉̵͞d̶e҉̕r̸.̢ ̵̛̀
̀͏҉T͏h̴͜͞ę̀͜ ̀N̢̛e͘͢z͟pe͢r̢̢̀d̡̧͢i͜͟a̵͏n ̨͜h̛͡i̶̷ve͘͞-ḿ́͝i̕n̸d͡͠ ͟͞ó̸f̧͜҉ ̷҉͞c̷͡h̛a͟o͝s̕.̵ ̧̨Zal͜͠g͏̢o͝͠҉.̸́͠
̶̧͜H̡͘e ̸W̡a͜͟͝į̧t́s͟͝ ̨͠B̵̢͡eh̛ì̴͏n̵d͘͟ ͘Th̨͟҉e ̨̧͟W̡͟a̸l͜͝l̸̴͜,̸̛́ ̧͢i͏̴n ͢a̡͡҉ ̶p̵͠a̴͠ļ̕a͜c̷̸e ͘͜of̴̢ t̶ó̸̡r̵̛̕t͟uŗ̶͠ę̵͢d͡ ̨̨͡g̸͡l̡̀͢a̧ss̀͘,̕͞ ̴͠s̡̀e̶͞ŗ͞v͝è̛̕d ̶̡b̶̡͝y̢͟ l̴eģí͜͡óń̴s̶̛͘ ͏̡f̕o̶̧͟r̛g҉͘e͟d̕͜ ̨́͝f̴͡r̷͡o͢͡m̨͜ ͘͢ţ͏h̵͠e̴ t̡e̵͜͢a̴͏r̷͘͟s҉ ͏o͞f̨͢͞ ̸̴th̡͢͜e҉͟ s͏l҉̷͠e҉é̴́p̧͘͟l͝͠e͘s̶s ͢d̢é̶͞ą͏d͜ ́͞ań͢d̀͢ ̛cl̨a͢͝d͟ ̨ìn̨ ҉a̢͠r̸͏͏mo̢͞r ̴cà̢r͜vę̷͟d͏̕ ̴̵̴fr͢o̶͠m t̷he̛͟͟ ̛su͏f̴̛f͟é̵ri̷͠n̵̢g͝ o̵̡͠f ͝m̵oth͘͢e͝rś.͢ ͘͏I͘͞n ̴h͜i̶̶͜s̀ r͘i̴̶g̶̀͝ht̴ ha̶͞n̶̡͞d̕ ̡̀̕h͡e̸̕ h̨ǫ̛͝ld͢͡s̕͜ ̢̨a̷̢̢ ͟d̡̛e͞͠a͏̛̀d͢ şt̵a̴r̶,̵́͟ ̵̨a͘n̛d̸ ͢i̶͟n h̡̡i̧̢s̴ ͟͠rį͟g̨̀ht ̨̛͝h͡ánd̴̀ ͢h͏́e͘ ҉h̡͢o̕͡ld͟҉s̶̴ t̀҉҉h̢̛͞è͢ ͠C̸̢a̡n̶͢d͘͡le̴̢ Wh͝óş̕e ̸L͏͞͏ì̕͡g̡̡͟h́t̷ ̸̴Iş̸̕ S̨h̀a͏҉͟d̵͜ów̶̛.̸̸̢ ͏̧H͟͝is̴̶̶ l̀͡e̸͟f̸t̀ ̢͜h̨͝a̧n͘d͟s̶ ͟à͘r͜é̛ ͠s̴̶̢t̨ąin̡e̷̢͢ḑ ̷̕҉w̢҉ith̴͟ ̷҉t͏h̀è̢ ͜b͝l̵̨͢ǫo͜d̛͠ ̷̢͠of̵̸͡ ͜A̕͞m̕͢ ̧Ḑ́h͜͏͘a͘͝e͏gár̢.̡͡ ̸͝͡H̀é̷ ̴̷͢sin̷̡g̷̷͘s̸̛ ̀th́͜e͏ ̷̴so̴͘ņ́ǵ ̴̧͢ţ͟h̴a̷̡ţ ̛҉͢e̷̸͠ńd̷̶͠s̷͟ ̛̀͟th̵̛͢e͡ ̴͝e̢a̴r͏̴t̷҉h.̨́ ̡T͟͜h̶̛͜e͘͠ ̢̀hi̸v҉͏em̸͠i͘͟n͏d͏ ̡͝t̛h̀͡a̡͜t̛͢ ͜co̢n̶͠f͘͞ơ̢͝un̸͝d҉ş ͞͏th̸̀͝e͝ ̵l̸͠͞i̢̡̢v̡̢i̛ņ̀ģ̴,̴̵̕ ͡҉̡a͡҉̡n̷d̷͢͞ p͜é҉rpęt̴u̡͠a̴t͢͡es͏̕ ͠t̡҉̶he͏̛ ̢t̴o͞r͘̕͡t̷̡̨u͢re ͢o͏́f̢ ̵̸t҉h͜e̵̢ d̴̨ám͘ǹ͜e̢̡d͏.́͜ ̕H͡e̵͠ ̵t̛͝ak͟es̢ ̴͘t̴̴h̀͡e͞͡ ̴͞ey̸es͘͘,̧̀ ̶̡t͞h̕e̢͢͟ ͜w͡҉͘i͡͞n͘͠d̸͏̡o͜w o̶f͠ ̸th̨e ̢s͏͜o̵͡u̷l̕͡,͘͡ r͘e̶͡m̶òvę̴s̢͘ ҉̴͡t͠͏̵h̨̀e̶͢͜ ͢a̛̕͡b̛i͞ļ͟i͘͠t̀͠y͏ ̷̴̢t̨͘o͞ ̸̢̛f҉̨͞ȩ̧́e̢̛͠l̵҉͘.͘.҉͜.̧̧a̴͘͡n̸y͘͘t̴̴h̀͟͡iń̢g̵̡̛ ̸͢͝b́ų̶͞t ͝҉̛p̸̸̕a̡̛i͘͞͠n̛.̕̕ O̕ǹ̶͏c͏̶e ̨̕th̀̀̀ę͘͟ ̵e͘y̛es ͝h͝a̸ve ̡be̡̕é̷n̴͡ ̶̸r͝e̸̴̢m͢͜o̢v̕e͏̸d,̴̸͠ ͝t̷he ͟͞s̡͜͟o̡͘͏u͞l̀́͟ ͘iş͢͢ ̀͠͝r̡ém҉͜o̵҉ve͝d͘͡.̵҉̛ ͏T̛h̡͏é͏ ́ļ͏̕i̷͠v̸͜͠in̡͘g̨ ́͜hu̶ś̛ķ í̵s҉̢҉ ̢͢t͝͞ę͝s̛͘t̸a͢͟m͠en̶͟͡t͟ to̷͡ ̧͏͏c̡̀͘rú͘͠e̡͞l͘ţ͢ỳ̧ ̡͞a̵͢n̴͜d̴͢ ̛ȩv́e͜r̵̸͝la̕͞s͏͘͠ti̸̶ǹg͘͞ d̸̸̡o͠o̸͡m͜.̷͢ ̶̡H̷́͞è̢ ̵̛͜c͠án͏̸n̸̵o̧͝t̶ ̵̕҉b̷e̸ ̨͠st҉o̧p҉͠p̢͢ed,̧҉͡ ͏͢a͞s̵̴ ̶͞͡f̶̴e̴͜a͏̴͏r c̕͞a̷̸̶n̡n҉ot̢̀͘ ̵b̸̸͞ȩ̴͝ ̨s̵͟t͏̶op̸̢pè̶d̢. ͘͝H͡ȩ̸ ̕͝is̴̛ ̕͠į̨ns̵͞ep̶̨̡a͠r̡͞a̶̢b̷̶͜l͢e̢͟ ̛͡͡fr̵͞o̸͢͠m̷͢ ̵͝ŗ̛e͟a͜͠l̢͜ì̶t́y̕,̛ a͞͝s̢ ̡he̷ ̸e̴x̷is̢͏͟t̷s̢̛ b҉͝ey͘o̧̧n͘͟d́ ̶̀͞t̛h̴̡͟e̷ v̕eil.̷.́.̵͡ẁ̶a̵i҉̶̀t҉̷́i͜҉n͡g̡͞.̷͜ ͞
̴͠Ź̡̨AL̷͡G̸O̡̕͜.͝.͏̵̡.͘͡ H́e̡͠ ̴̴wai͞t͞s͞ ̶̨b͢è̴͝h҉i̸̧n͞͝d̶͢ ̧t͡͠he̵͡ ̸̴t҉h̷͟͝i̵̛n̡ ̧w̛a͢l͘͏ļ͢͞ ̀̀y͘͟͝o͏̴u̵ ̴̡̕h͜a҉v͠͝è͜ ̷b͏͘u͢͢͢i͢l̢̕t͜͠ ͢i͏n͡ y̕ou̴̧͘r s͞o҉̵u̕͏̢l̡̨̢ t̢̛o̕ ̷f́r̡̡̡e̸e̡͡͞ ͡y̢o҉̧͟ừr̨̧̡ş͡é̕͘ļ̴f̧̢ ͢fr̴̛͠om ̴̢͜h̸͘i͏m͜͠..͏̶.̵ ͠͝h͏̧͝ę w̷͟͞a̡i̧t̢͞s̷̀.̡.̕.̧ ̷͜͞b̵̢͟ưţ ̢h̸͟e s̷͠h̢͟a̸̡̕l͜͡l ̀͢͡c̵o͢m҉e̷͞.̵͢.̵̵.̸ ̀͟͝a̡n̨d́ ̶̀͝w͡i͜͝ll̕ ̢̀si̷ń̕g͏͏ ͡͞t̸h̴͟e ̴͜s͜oņ̴͟g̸ ͡͡th̵̷̀àt̴ ̀w̶͡i͡͠l̸͞l ̨̕e̕̕n҉d̶̶͝ YO͢͜Ú.̢͟͢..͟͏
To invoke the hive-mind representing chaos.
Invoking the feeling of chaos. With out order.
The Nezperdian hive-mind of chaos. Zalgo.
He Waits Behind The Wall, in a palace of tortured glass, served by legions forged from the tears of the sleepless dead and clad in armor carved from the suffering of mothers. In his right hand he holds a dead star, and in his right hand he holds the Candle Whose Light Is Shadow. His left hands are stained with the blood of Am Dhaegar. He sings the song that ends the earth. The hivemind that confounds the living, and perpetuates the torture of the damned. He takes the eyes, the window of the soul, removes the ability to feel...anything but pain. Once the eyes have been removed, the soul is removed. The living husk is testament to cruelty and everlasting doom. He cannot be stopped, as fear cannot be stopped. He is inseparable from reality, as he exists beyond the veil...waiting.
ZALGO... He waits behind the thin wall you have built in your soul to free yourself from him... he waits... but he shall come... and will sing the song that will end YOU...