The roots of this website began one terrifying, yet fascinating Halloween night, back in 1941, a few days before my 11th birthday. Shortly after my two brothers and I had gone upstairs, kicked off our shoes, then because of lingering freighting sounds our old house had been making, we jumped in bed without taking off our cloths.
A few minutes later, we heard some really weird sounding footsteps coming down the long hall towards our room. Needless to say, this is when icy chills of fright shot up and down our spines. I was just getting ready to yank the covers over my head when…. in the doorway, there was this blinding flash of greenish light. Seconds later, three un-describable looking things started walking towards our bed. When my eyes finely cleared from that flash, one of those things came around to my side of the bed, pointed something at me, then after another blinding greenish FLASH the next thing I knew, instead of being home in bed, I was now standing in a dirt rood, in a migrant farm workers camp and …. no longer was it winter, it was now a warm summer day. Needless to say, besides being quite terrified I was also very confused.
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Skipping over a few pages, it was here that I met Shiloh Sigridsson, one of the daughters of a migrant farm worker. She is the girl in the upper right hand corner of the above photo. Now, skipping pass a lot more stuff about me and her ….. days later, after we became good friends, she took me to her secret hiding spot. When we got there she made me promise that what next was about to happen to us, must remain a secret, and if I ever told any one about where we were going to go, something very bad would happen to me. After crossing my heart and swearing to never ever tell anyone, down from the sky came this large old dented tin bath-tub that had seats in it.
Attached to the four corners of the tub were ropes that went up so high in the sky, I couldn’t see what was at the other end of these ropes. After we both climbed in, fastened our seat-belts, in a matter of minutes, we were whisked away to this most strange, unbelievably, wonderful, funny and most silly place that I had ever been. This place, I later learned, was once an old mining town, named Kacoon, located right behind that red and yellow dot you see in the photo on page one.
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I know that the correct spelling of Kacoon is cocoon, however Stumps, the pioneers that first staked out a claim in this area, didn’t know how to spell cocoon so he spelled it phonetically, Kacoon. There is a lot more about that town and all of the territory it encompasses, but before I was allowed to return home, Mr. X informed me that everything I saw was figuratively speaking….. artificial. Then, moments before Shiloh & I got back in our flying wash tub, I had to take another vow of secrecy for 65 years … or something awful and evil would ____________ .
[Please note: At one time, all of the territory that Kacoon encompasses was once listed as “Area 606-A,” a number assigned to it by a one of our many anonymous agencies of our government.]
Soon ..it wont be long before I will be released from my a vow of secrecy and when that day comes, I will be free to have my book, “Three Moons Rising,” published. In it, it will tell you all about that strange, yet extremely wonderful, exciting, and most of all, SAFE town to visit or take-up residency. Also, in my book, it will tell you about all the events that led up to me being swished away to that migrant farm workers camp. where I met Shiloh, then days later, being swished off to that so-called artificial town of Kacoon.
So there you have it in a nut shell and just as soon as that vale of secrecy is lifted, all of the new areas all around Kacoon and its many wondrous valleys are going to be open for development. All of those beautiful sites in those many valleys are going to have many wonderful things that I think a town should have. However….. this is where you will come in. I am a Senior citizen and not in-tune with what the younger generation would like to have in a town of there own creation. There is going to be a vast amount of places just for young people to shop or just hang out. There will be places that they would like to go, to be alone, talk to nature or perhaps take a friend and just talk about thing that only could be told to a true friend, whom might be one of my friendly artificial creatures that was created out at Nellie’s laboratory. One more thing, Nellie take special orders for artificial creations of your own design. However, that thing will stay with you forever/ like a guardian angel.
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Soooooo, if I have partly described a place you would like to live or visit when it is completed, what I would like from you is to drop me a lines and answer the following questions, Okay?
So here I go.
1) Your name?
2) Age?
3) Sex?
4) Zip Code.
5) In as few words please tell me what you would like to see built in this artificial town.
6) What not would you like to see in any town?
7) What size town would you like it to be? Large, medium or small?
8) What type of town, modern, contemporary, Victorian, or a good old fashion wild west town? If none of these fit your liking, tell me what you would prefer?
9) If you feel like elaborating on things about your dream town, please tell me.
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Now, I have several email addresses so please send you replies to the following email address;
ARTIFICIALWEB@AOL.COM
At this time, I have no way of knowing the amount of mail this site is going to generate. so please do not expect me, Bill Grossman, to get back to you soon. As my finances improve, I will be able to add more pages to this website and hire employees to keep you up to date. So please be patient. Thank you for reading all of this data.
Sincerely,
Bill Grossman
PS. If you are a person of means, here is your window of opportunity to get in on the ground floor of what I believe, in time, will grow into a giant of a website. If you are interested, and would like to team up with me, please email me at:
N6YR@AOL.COM
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