Hi guys , just found something interesting being posted to a few irc
channels lately, see what ya think!

A treatise on Greg W Boag AKA parush, pantarva, rubaphilos
respectedly.

By Sol invictus

He was an unfortunate child, sticking out from the crowd, ungainly,
pale and tall, with that characteristic uneducated twang given to
those living in the antipodes south of Australia. From an early age he
felt the gravity of his self importance in the grander scheme of life,
believing that the initials of his name was a blatant exposure of his
own great work, given to him by TGAOTU to revolutionize the esoteric
arts. This self importance (which naturally manifested itself as
arrogance, especially towards woman whom he saw as lesser beings) led
to his early detachment from his mother and almost sole dependence on
his father who was one of those arty type people, which gave rise to
often recorded emotional public outbursts. Later in life, feeling like
Haley's comet with no correct orbit, he rebelled against the system
and turned to chaos, that thing which he even now, exclaims is his
biggest enemy. Drinking and smoking large quantities of the sacred
herb was an every day journey for the vehicle of the GWB once being
heard to say 'I can smoke an ounce in one evening', this man about
town attitude eventually leading to a drug conviction which he wore
like a badge, O the folly of youth! His early detachment from his
mother also led to later issues such as keeping a long term
girlfriend, and when he did, he did what he thought was right and true
to GWB and left her with his child never to be seen again. Later in
his life, along with several other local despots, devised a plan to
recruit a few more woman into his life: he started an occult ritual
group needing both men and woman to carry out the 'duties'. After
failing miserably at this, stemming from his inability to form long
term friendships because of his self importance complex, he moved onto
brighter pastures. Becoming a qualified psychotherapist with rigorous
and intensive training in alchemical hypnotherapy ( comprised of a
correspondence course and a few weeks live in messing with other
amateurs brains) he became acquainted, and eventually had a child to,
a recovering alcoholic and an ex girl about town (town bike), it was a
match made in abeignus. After failing miserably at this, stemming from
his inability to form long term friendships because of his self
importance complex, he moved onto brighter pastures. Becoming a
qualified psychotherapist with rigorous and intensive training in
alchemical hypnotherapy ( comprised of a correspondence course and a
few weeks live in messing with other amateurs brains) he became
acquainted, and eventually had a child to, a recovering alcoholic and
an ex girl about town (town bike), it was a match made in abeignus.
Somewhere around these times, after watching too much X-files and
getting a Moulder complex (yes another complex), he began another one
of his flops, he became a ghost buster, but due to his extremely low
impact lifestyle, began to look more and more like the marshmallow man
himself, oh how his mother would have been proud to have seen him with
meat on his bones! His peer group was impeccable for his tastes
befriending a man who ran a brothel house with the added bonus of a
delivery option, this was all too much for GWB to resist, so the
crowned and conquering sole alchemist of New Zealand became a whore
delivery driver, there's still a grey area in my research as to who
tipped who in this symbiotic exchange, the driver or the package.
Moving on in time came Freemasonry, GWB being the logos of the new age
had no problem mixing in with large verbose speeches about his
greatness and researches in hidden arcane science and hand grips that
stimulated the third eye. The only problem was finding an apron large
enough, rumors say that he searched the country far and wide for the
fattest sheep and slaughtered it with a sword made of his own hands,
oh how he reveled in his geburic glory. All throughout these years his
partner of 10 years suffered. He made her work while he was unemployed
throughout, except for whore deliveries of course...here comes the tax
man greg. Eventually all this got to much and she called it off moving
out of their humble rental house into another and leaving Horus to
himself. Initially the bright light had joint custody of the son, but
having to cook cut into his internet time so the son had to go,
priorities, priorities!. With no son came no government money and the
greatest-alchemist-in-New-Zealand-history-who-had-never-performed-a
transmutation-to-save-himself (let alone buy a decent vehicle) found
himself in a very rare situation: manual labor for money and no tips!
Not earning enough with this he relinquished his hold on the summit
and embarrassingly moved in with his half sister at the age of 41. Now
42 and in the decline of life, and looking like the grey haired hermit
parush he had lovingly named himself for so long, as aloof in person
as ever, as dynamic in his computer chair as one could be weighing 300
pounds, the internet guru remains, surrounded by his 3 inner sanctum
members, beaten and worn and lonely, poor and grey, he remains strong
to his original word, he is GWB a member of the GWB given to him by
divine right by TGAOTU, amen.

References

1) Akashic records
2) Word of mouth
3) The horses mouth
4) Eye witness testimony
5) TGAOTU