How did this online abuser of pretentious adjectives and uncannily accurate gauge of dark demeanor come about?

Tiring of * and eating bad sandwiches, Lord Boron stumbled wearily into a castle and swooned (gracefully), his white shirt billowing in the wind like seaweed writhing in a sea of depression. Upon awakening he uncovered a tattered parchment, and despite his chronic apathy got immediately to work transcribing it.

After many hours of fevered, tormented devotion and frequent swigging of absinthe from a hip flask, Lord Boron finished his absorption of the old document. The "Olde Compasse of Gothick Temperament" turned out to be a valuable guide to separating the pillars of the gothic scene from the poseurs.

Naturally we've taken it and raped it thoroughly.

* The ones to be credited for inflicting such black truth upon your sensitivities are thus:

Lord Job Boron of Sanguine - Disseminator of Shadowed Words
Polarbeast - Most Unholy Manipulator Adjutant of Pixels and Vectors
Imp - Imaginary Gothic Warrant Officer of Catcalls

An Honorable Mention and lick of the lips is given to Princess Lilith, without whose valuable assistance we would have never figured out that recipe for pumpkin cookies, nor would we have learned how to sew our own corsets.

The Gothic Compass would also like to thank the following for lending their deathly likenesses and sordid skillsets to this cause (well, actually, the Gothic Compass will do nothing of the sort; we will thank the following):

Lord Boron would personally like to thank:

• Polarbeast for his design, although Polarbeast wishes he wouldn't.
• Maria for modelling (even though she kept her top on), and also for being intoxicated enough to come up with a name like Job Boron.
• Waller for not kicking my arse at what I just said about Maria.
• Halo for taking various pictures which may make Lord Boron rich and famous... or not.
• Mrs. Buckland for imparting her knowledge of Gothic literature and Lissy B. for running round abandoned corridors in my coat like a vampyre.
• Star for letting us take pictures, even if we didn't use them.
• Kelly D. for supplying absinthe.
• Jess D. and Blainey for looking after the inebriated Lord Boron on various occasions. Without them Lord Boron would not be possible.
• Special thanks to Lady Christina for being forced into a (rather fetching) goth outfit against her will, and having pictures taken of her which were then paraded about the Internet.

Polarbeast would like to impersonally thank:

• His cat Fujasu, for being such a cantankerously mopey ubergoff inspiration. R.I.P. my boy.
• Bianca, for being Queen Succubus of Cute.
• Laphroaig, for producing such lovely nostril-searing single malt whisky.
• Lord Boron, for a fine selection of words and for keeping the air in the Dead Lounge circulating.

Imp thanks no one, because Imp is a bitchy snipe.

To those about to lounge lethargically with a glass of absinthe and a clove cigarette, we... acknowledge you. Please refrain from spilling on the velvet, however.

(Also be sure to read Lord Boron's Message to the People, as he explains a bit more about this Compass and why you find yourself so dissatisfied with it.)

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