Post by hmammoth on Apr 22, 2024 9:10:49 GMT -5
I am sure some of you have seen The Wicker Man, either the weird original or the even weirder remake but how many of you knew that these movies are based on real life event. The location, the people involved, the story were all changed to protect the innocent but I can actually tell you the true story of the Wicker Man. I am not going to name the country club involved for legal reasons but the story takes place in a well known elite country club in Knoxville. The Club was a haven for the wealthy elite, a world of luxury and privilege hidden behind high walls and guarded gates. It was the kind of place where secrets thrived, and outsiders were unwelcome. Our story begins Collin Lamar senior, a renowned golf course designer, received an invitation unlike any other. The Club, nestled in the secluded hills, sought his expertise in designing a championship course. Intrigued by the opportunity to work with the elite, Collin accepted without hesitation. As Collin delved into the project, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss at The Club. Late nights spent surveying the land revealed strange symbols etched into the earth, hidden from casual view. Despite his unease, Collin pressed on, determined to fulfill his contract. One fateful evening, while exploring the club's grounds, Collin stumbled upon a secluded grove bathed in moonlight. On the longest night of the year, the Club's most sacred and sinister ritual takes place. It is a night of blood and fire, a night when the boundaries between the living and the dead blur, and the true nature of the club is laid bare. As the moon hangs low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the forest, the members gather in hushed anticipation, their faces hidden behind ornate masks.The chosen victim, often an outsider who has stumbled too close to the club's secrets, is brought forth, bound and gagged, their eyes wide with terror. They are led to a secluded grove hidden deep within the club grounds, where an ancient stone altar stands bathed in the flickering light of torches.Surrounded by the chanting members, their voices rising in a hypnotic crescendo, the victim is placed upon the altar, their fate sealed. The club's high priest, a figure shrouded in darkness and draped in robes of deepest black, raises a ceremonial dagger high above their head, its blade glinting in the moonlight.With a single stroke, the priest plunges the dagger into the victim's chest, drawing forth the lifeblood that courses through their veins. The air is thick with the scent of copper and smoke as the victim's screams echo through the night, mingling with the chants of the club members.As the sacrifice is offered up to the ancient gods, the flames of the bonfire leap skyward, casting twisted shadows upon the faces of the assembled throng. In that moment, the veil between worlds is lifted, and the true horror of the Club is laid bare for Collin to see.
Haunted by what he had witnessed, Collin knew he couldn't remain silent. Gathering his courage, he confronted the club's leaders, demanding answers. But the members, bound by centuries of tradition and secrecy, refused to yield. Collin found himself trapped in a web of deceit, his life in grave danger.Fearing for his life, Collin resolved to expose the truth to the world. With the help of a few trusted allies, he gathered evidence of the club's dark rituals, documenting everything he had seen and heard. But as he prepared to go public, the club's enforcers closed in, determined to silence him for good. Collin made a run for it, As Collin he raced through the dense forest surrounding the Club, his heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Behind him, he could hear the heavy footfalls of his pursuers, their shouts echoing through the trees.With every step, Collin pushed himself harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Branches tore at his clothes, thorns scratched at his skin, but he dared not slow down. He knew that if he were caught, there would be no mercy.Suddenly, a figure loomed before him, blocking his path. It was one of the club's enforcers, a burly man with cold, unyielding eyes. Collin skidded to a halt, his heart sinking as he realized he was trapped."Give it up, Lamar," the enforcer growled, his voice dripping with menace. "There's nowhere left to run."But Collin refused to surrender. With a surge of determination, he lunged forward, dodging past the enforcer and darting into the underbrush. For a moment, he dared to hope that he might escape after all.But his hopes were dashed when he stumbled into a hidden trap, concealed beneath a thick layer of leaves. With a cry of pain, Collin plummeted into the darkness, his world spinning out of control.As he lay stunned at the bottom of the pit, Collin felt strong hands grab hold of him, dragging him roughly to his feet. He tried to fight back, but he was no match for his captors. Bound and gagged, he was helpless to resist as they dragged him back to the Club, where justice awaited him in the form of the club's Effigy Ritual.
Collins brought forth, bound and gagged, his eyes wide with terror. he is led to a secluded grove hidden deep within the club grounds, where an ancient stone altar stands bathed in the flickering light of torches.Surrounded by the chanting members, their voices rising in a hypnotic crescendo, Collin is placed inside a hollowed-out compartment within a golfer effigy. The effigy, meticulously crafted, its features twisted in a grotesque caricature of pain and suffering, holds a golf club in hand, frozen in mid-swing. Collin muffled cries are concealed by the wooden frame as the effigy is placed upon the altar.As the flames of the bonfire leap skyward, casting twisted shadows upon the faces of the assembled throng, the high priest raises a ceremonial dagger high above their head.With a single stroke, the priest plunges the dagger into the heart of the golfer effigy, its wooden frame shattering beneath the force of the blow. The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and smoke as the effigy is consumed by flames, the victim's agonized screams merging with the crackling of the fire.As the sacrificial pyre burns, the Collin final moments are spent trapped within the hollowed-out confines of the effigy, their fate sealed by the twisted rituals of the Club.
30 years later in what has to be a cruel joke from the elders of the club, Collin's son, Collin Junior also know as blindwolfgolf was asked to design another course at the Club which the elders wanted to call Wicker Club in honor of the effigy burning. Collin Junior not knowing this was the very last place his father was seen alive readily accepted the job and that is the very course that this weeks kinetic event is being played on. I have also been told by the elders of the Club, that a very special event will take place on the 18th green at the end of the tournament where Collin Junior will be honored in some way. I have also been told that I will never be able to use a course by him again, I guess there are hiring him for some sort of rest of his life exclusive deal. I have not been able to talk to him to confirm this as he has seemed to have disappeared but I have been assured, that he will be on the 18th green after the tournament and the sacrifices he will make will not be in vain. A strange statement, talking about sacrifices that he will make but thats rich people for you. Anyway, enjoy the week, and maybe I will see you at the end of the tournament when we say goodbye to Collin.
Haunted by what he had witnessed, Collin knew he couldn't remain silent. Gathering his courage, he confronted the club's leaders, demanding answers. But the members, bound by centuries of tradition and secrecy, refused to yield. Collin found himself trapped in a web of deceit, his life in grave danger.Fearing for his life, Collin resolved to expose the truth to the world. With the help of a few trusted allies, he gathered evidence of the club's dark rituals, documenting everything he had seen and heard. But as he prepared to go public, the club's enforcers closed in, determined to silence him for good. Collin made a run for it, As Collin he raced through the dense forest surrounding the Club, his heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Behind him, he could hear the heavy footfalls of his pursuers, their shouts echoing through the trees.With every step, Collin pushed himself harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Branches tore at his clothes, thorns scratched at his skin, but he dared not slow down. He knew that if he were caught, there would be no mercy.Suddenly, a figure loomed before him, blocking his path. It was one of the club's enforcers, a burly man with cold, unyielding eyes. Collin skidded to a halt, his heart sinking as he realized he was trapped."Give it up, Lamar," the enforcer growled, his voice dripping with menace. "There's nowhere left to run."But Collin refused to surrender. With a surge of determination, he lunged forward, dodging past the enforcer and darting into the underbrush. For a moment, he dared to hope that he might escape after all.But his hopes were dashed when he stumbled into a hidden trap, concealed beneath a thick layer of leaves. With a cry of pain, Collin plummeted into the darkness, his world spinning out of control.As he lay stunned at the bottom of the pit, Collin felt strong hands grab hold of him, dragging him roughly to his feet. He tried to fight back, but he was no match for his captors. Bound and gagged, he was helpless to resist as they dragged him back to the Club, where justice awaited him in the form of the club's Effigy Ritual.
Collins brought forth, bound and gagged, his eyes wide with terror. he is led to a secluded grove hidden deep within the club grounds, where an ancient stone altar stands bathed in the flickering light of torches.Surrounded by the chanting members, their voices rising in a hypnotic crescendo, Collin is placed inside a hollowed-out compartment within a golfer effigy. The effigy, meticulously crafted, its features twisted in a grotesque caricature of pain and suffering, holds a golf club in hand, frozen in mid-swing. Collin muffled cries are concealed by the wooden frame as the effigy is placed upon the altar.As the flames of the bonfire leap skyward, casting twisted shadows upon the faces of the assembled throng, the high priest raises a ceremonial dagger high above their head.With a single stroke, the priest plunges the dagger into the heart of the golfer effigy, its wooden frame shattering beneath the force of the blow. The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and smoke as the effigy is consumed by flames, the victim's agonized screams merging with the crackling of the fire.As the sacrificial pyre burns, the Collin final moments are spent trapped within the hollowed-out confines of the effigy, their fate sealed by the twisted rituals of the Club.
30 years later in what has to be a cruel joke from the elders of the club, Collin's son, Collin Junior also know as blindwolfgolf was asked to design another course at the Club which the elders wanted to call Wicker Club in honor of the effigy burning. Collin Junior not knowing this was the very last place his father was seen alive readily accepted the job and that is the very course that this weeks kinetic event is being played on. I have also been told by the elders of the Club, that a very special event will take place on the 18th green at the end of the tournament where Collin Junior will be honored in some way. I have also been told that I will never be able to use a course by him again, I guess there are hiring him for some sort of rest of his life exclusive deal. I have not been able to talk to him to confirm this as he has seemed to have disappeared but I have been assured, that he will be on the 18th green after the tournament and the sacrifices he will make will not be in vain. A strange statement, talking about sacrifices that he will make but thats rich people for you. Anyway, enjoy the week, and maybe I will see you at the end of the tournament when we say goodbye to Collin.
