 Hello. I'm Thomas Arkford of the ARG Files Corporation. In the outskirts of Arizona, I've pitched a buddy to write the next Moonlight Studios story, but with the holiday season coming and in need of a new story to grip people. It's about time to take a break from Moonlight Studios and figured I'd introduce the new story series. The Lost ARG Files. My recollection of stories of Lost ARGs in a style of noir. With that said, may I introduce the Lost ARG, my poor son. My poor son is a cancelled ARG ran by a devious person named, said Whit Porkowski. It ran from 1999 to 2009. I was sent some documents by a worker of mine. All of these papers are pointing me to somewhere I should start. These VHS tapes, all blank and with inscriptions written in Morse code. I can't detail the Morse codes, but they translate to, what did they do to my boy? A somewhat reference to the quote said by the mafia boss in The Godfather, where the boss says, look on the mask of my boy. A far fetch? Maybe. It's been a hot while since I plugged in a VCR. I started watching the first tape and noticed it was for family die. Obviously, this seemed edited, almost like the dad took a YouTube video and put it on VHS. How? Who knows. The footage is what's catching me off guard. It's all of the gruesome moments while Amazing Grace is playing in the background. God, who the hell thought of this? I scanned the details closely. Nothing. No codes, no written messages. Up until the ending where a no so familiar whispering robot voice is heard saying, Wake up my boy. It's time for this launder. Close but no cigar. This case seems as fragile as a vase. I carefully removed the VHS tape to see if there were secrets. Luckily I found a secret paper. It led me to a website called, Have You Seen My Boy? After typing it, it took me to a redirect of a page called, My Boy Is Missing. All it shown was a jumbled upset of base 64 code, but the only code I seen was this. Number sign, carrot dash and left bracket till the WZH+. I quickly pulled up a base 64 decoder and came across the message. I want the pain to stop. My boy is too fragile. Please stop it. The only thing clickable on the website was the H, which was highlighted in blue. After a click, it downloaded an EXE file called, My Boy. My virus scanner detected this as a trojan. No chance in hell I wanna infect my PC. I did some rework and used a virtual machine to operate it. There's no chance in hell I would infect my good PC. Upon clicking the EXE file, I was greeted with a redirect to Windows Media Player. It played a video of a dark screen with a series of beeps. Damn it. Morse code. I pulled up the nearest Morse code translator and came to the phrase, What Kills You, Makes My Boy Stronger. What Kills Us, Makes Us Weeter. Odd choice of words. I noticed there was an outline of a ball. It looked familiar. I took a screenshot and looked up the poster for the movie, The Conspiracy. Jackpot. It turns out that this could lead to another Tarsus Club scenario. Wonder what it is? In a nutshell, Tarsus Club is a society of unknown government people that join together in a ceremony for reasons unknown. Now I've got it. I looked at the other tapes. Morse code. Another dead end. I'm starting to lose it. I've actually screamed at my worker I was pissed. There was no turning back on this mystery. I inspected the tapes more. One of the other tapes was a reversed version of Times Are Changing by the Seekers. Interesting song choice. Upon listening to the original song, it made sense. The lyrics, the implications. This is another puzzle piece, but something felled off. That's until I noticed something. By combining all of the tapes ending, I came across a new string of messages. Wake up and smell the new world. For we are the Taurus and this is our new path. Take my hand, for which we all stand. We are in the newly dead world of blood and grass. Take your gun and let's get going. Wake up my boy, it's time for the slaughter. I was godsmacked. This is it. This is the final key. I've solved the my poor boy case, and it's tragic. The father and son were recruits of the Taurus Club organization and the father woke the son up to do their traditions in the group. In doing so, the son was killed in a gruesome way, like in the family die footage, and the dad could only say, my poor son. One case down. Plenty for more. That concludes the first episode of the Lost ARG Files. I can finally lay this to rest.