#cult of the holy detonation

[academiaipromise]

things that i want everyone to know about the return of true tv (riverdale season 7)

this season was promoted on the promise that you don’t need to have seen any of the other six seasons of this show. they also parodied nicole kidman’s “heartbreak feels good in a place like this” amc advert. 

as we know this season is set in the 1950s (in case you missed it, they were sent back in time after bailey’s comet almost killed them all) and jughead is the only one who remembers the present. 

brief interlude taken to condemn the murder of emmett till...okay back to the guardian angel plot line (???)

veronica is a ‘50s hollywood actress who is going to high school to get a sense of small town life before the filming of our town (1940?? maybe i misunderstood this dialogue tbh) 

cheryl’s twin brother is alive but he’s not jason he’s julian (for those keeping track, this has raised our ginger ratio on this show to an unacceptable number) [i am ginger and approve this message]

betty’s dad is back and probably not a serial killer but probably racist (we’re still having wild tonal shifts from jughead trying to restore his friends’ memories to prevent more wacky time travel to toni and betty trying to bring attention to the murder of emmett till) 

shazam reference! ✨ synergy ✨

hot rod archie hot rod archie hot rod archie (if this somehow ends in a performance of greased lightning...)

jughead finds the time capsule they buried after graduation and tries to use the objects to convince everyone they’re from the future 

“kevin...you directed some musicals...and were in...an organ harvesting cult” 

jughead explains to the group that if they do not want to wait for the comet they could instead get betty and archie to make out on a bed and detonate a bomb under them. i love being reminded of this thing that actually happened on tv. 

i need to be real with y’all i find 1950s archie really endearing he somehow has all of the stupidity of modern day archie but it’s presented as naive innocence (”i like. cars. sports. and fishing” like i love that for him!) 

cheryl walks into pops and shouts “j’accuse!” at veronica catching her in a lie after she said that she had been cast in our town, but oh ho, cheryl has found out from her movie magazine that it is actually natalie wood! but i’m here to catch them both in a lie because there is no adaptation of our town starring natalie wood so. 

veronica was involved with the 1955 car accident that killed james dean and her parents subsequently banished her. if you cared. 

there is this subplot about the push for safe driving after the james dean crash which i know did happen but this is clearly an issue for hot rod archie!!

rip hot rod archie he has agreed to unsoup his car 

just saw a WILD ad for reign on the cw streaming app...the end of the cw hurts all of us 

“good morning riverdalians” [transitions straight to a reading of “Mississippi–1955” by langston hughes holy shit] 

my joke post is not the place where i feel i have the nuance and space to discuss how this episode is engaging with racial discrimination and the civil rights movement but just know that it’s...it’s something to know about [edit: here is an interview about the decisions to include these plot points this season. i think it provides some important perspective on both the history of this show and the intent behind it, though of course intent ultimately doesn’t matter in terms of effect. still, a good start to have]

tabitha (the real tabitha, the guardian angel of riverdale), returns to talk to jughead and tells him that she used what was left of her life force to send everyone to the past but because the comet destroyed riverdale in that timeline, everyone needs to try to thrive in the 50s in order to find a path back to a different future. 

you know what no one else is gonna give blake neely the credit he deserves so i’ll mention that this version of the riverdale theme is actually really gorgeous. sir if you’re reading this please know that i listened to the riverdale score aggressively while writing on the cw for my ma thesis and it would not have been finished without you thank you for your service.

tabitha takes jughead’s memories and he tries to write them down before he forgets, only to forget after writing the words “bend. towards. justice.” (yes as in the martin luther king jr quote) and he finds his beanie from the future. end of episode. 

in conclusion:

[calder]

can not stop thinking about the like. punchline of Cult of the Holy Detonation

\"Ready for transcendence test twenty seven, Sister Autunite?\" \\"I was… urrkkhh…! Sorry. I was born ready, Brother Thorium!\" \"You sure? You're not too sick to continue?\" \\"I can take it. I'm gonna be an angel or die trying.\" \"Okay, then. Now remember, think angelic thoughts, and welcome the Glow into your body like it was holy sunshine.\" \\"Yeah! Give it to me! Hit me with that Glow!\" \"Brother Half-Life, start the sequence!\"

[gamerbulten]

Wasteland 3 Cult of the Holy Detonation DLC'si 5 Ekim'de geliyor Colorado Koleksiyonu paketinin yanında ...

[catherinek-g]

Research: Secret Societies and Cults

Children of Atom (Fallout):

The "Church of the Children of the Atom" is a religious movment which worships Atom, a deity personifying nuclear weapons and is heavily influence by christianity. The members of this community don't see the weapons as being something capable of mass destruction but instead view them as being holy tools of creation because they believe the world was created when an atom split meaning every nuclear detonation creates a many new universes. Most of the groups members put little importance in worldly possession so they tend to have low quality weapons (like makeshift gamma guns) and dress in rags decorated with electrical wires and metal items (representing the atom's nucleus). The main practice of the cult is to spread radiation as far as possible in order to show people how "his glow" can transform and create, even going as far as living life irradiated and dying of radiation illnesses.

Midsommar (2019 film):

This films plot is based around a celebration organised by a cult at a commune called (the Hårga) for the Midsummer festival. The main character, Dani, and her friends get invited to this festival with the idea that nothing too out of the ordinary will happen there but they soon realise nothing is as it seems as they get given psychedelic drugs and get made to perform in the cults unethical ceremonies. The member of this cult can be seen wearing uniforms with complex traditional Swedish embroidery on it, relating to the heritage of this celebration. One of the last ceremonies done by the cult involved members of the commune offering 9 human sacrifices in order to purge evil, with Dani (being the May Queen) having to pick who the last sacrifice was. The sacrifices were then given drugs to make the death "painless" and put in a barn which was then set alight whilst the rest of the members mimic the screams of those burning alive.

The Wicker Man (1973 film):

In this film, main character Howie (a police officer) is sent to an island to investigate into a missing persons case of a girl called Rowan. When he gets there, he's disturbed by the locals paying homage to pagan Celtic gods and there ancestors as he is a devout Christian. The children in this society also take part in the practises as they are involved in May day celebrations. Under further inspection, Howie finds out that Rowan isn't actually dead but is going to be sacrificed due to the islanders having a bad harvest that year (and her being crowned May Queen) so he stops them and releases her but it's later reviled that she was never going to be sacrificed and the sacrifice was going to be Howie as he fit the criteria for their god. He is then force by the islanders into a giant statue of the "Wicker Man" along with animals and then the structure is set on fire.

[justcardio]

Wasteland 3 expansion pass

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This DLC is also part of the new Wasteland 3 Expansion Pass, which will consist of two DLCs.

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The Battle of Steeltown DLC is available for Xbox One, Playstation 4 and PC now. All of this is complemented with incredible new post-apoc music.” They’ll also see characters and stories they started in the base game make an appearance, with new interactions for everyone’s favorite foul-mouthed parrot, Santa’s Elves “Where Are They Now?” and more. For players coming back to visit Steeltown they’re in for a treat with new story, characters, and combat mechanics that really change up tactics in challenging new ways. For those playing Wasteland 3 for the first time they’ll be playing the best version of the game. “ The Battle of Steeltown represents not just a fantastic new chapter in Wasteland 3’s story,” says Game Director, David Rogers “full of choice, consequence, and Wasteland 3’s unique brand of humour, it’s also a culmination of all the hard work we’ve put into the game since launch. The Wasteland 3 Expansion Pass gives you access to two expansions.

New mechanics added to tactical combat such as stacking status effects, elemental shields, telegraphed attacks and non-lethal weapons.

Utilise brand-new weapons, armour, encounters and more.

Combat and gear scaling will give a level appropriate challenge to all players.

#Wasteland 3 expansion pass download

Buy PC Games Digital Download Edition Game Codes at a Cheaper Price. Explore the industrial complex in solo or co-op mode and tackle new quests. Wasteland 3 Expansion Pass Digital Download Price Comparison in Cheapdigitaldownload.It’s up to players to sort out the problems once and for all. After getting their orders from the Patriarch, players will lead their investigating rangers to the city to find the place in chaos, with locked gates, striking workers and bandit raids that are all threatening to take the place down. This complex manufacturers a range of items for Colorado, including vehicles, armour, weapons and robots, and these keep the Patriarch in power but recently these deliveries have been late, incorrect or missing. The Battle of Steeltown takes players to the huge factory complex of Steeltown. Players can also enjoy new gameplay mechanics, enemies and more. This first DLC expansion for Wasteland 3 features a new story set in the towering factory complex of Steeltown, tech manufacturer for Colorado. Your squad of Rangers will be tested like never before in objective-based encounters that put a creative spin on the already deeply tactical turn-based combat.The Battle For Steeltown DLC is now available for Deep Silver and inExile Entertainment’s award winning squad-based RPG Wasteland 3. The Rangers will have to decide that for themselves.ĭLC 2 – Cult of the Holy Detonation – Now available!Ĭult of the Holy Detonation expands the Wasteland 3 experience with entry into the Cheyenne Mountain complex, crammed with new characters, enemies, challenging combat encounters, and powerful new weapons and armor. Without help, Steeltown could crash and burn for good, and take Markham with it-but maybe that's just what it needs. The workers are striking, bandits raid with impunity, and nobody is allowed through the gates, not even on the business of the Patriarch. When he sends the Rangers to investigate, they find the place is a powder keg with the fuse already lit. But deliveries from Steeltown have stopped cold, and all the Patriarch is getting from Abigail Markham-Steeltown's leader-are excuses. The towering factory complex of Steeltown manufactures all the tech that keeps Colorado running and the Patriarch in power-trucks, armor, weapons, and robots. Both DLCs expand on the base game’s locations, characters, combat, and systems, further expanding on the Rangers’ mission while in Colorado.ĭLC 1 - The Battle of Steeltown – Now available! The Wasteland 3 Expansion Pass gives you access to two expansions.

[withoutrunes]

Wasteland 3

Beat Wasteland 3 on Supreme Jerk!  All DLC completed.

Hot damn, best CRPG of the last few years, no question!

[linuxgamenews]

Wasteland 3 - the last expansion launches on Linux

Cult of the Holy Detonation releases for Wasteland 3, the games new DLC for Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. All due to the efforts of developer inXile Entertainment. Which available now on both Steam and GOG. inXile Entertainment is eager to announce that Cult of the Holy Detonation. This is the second and final expansion for Wasteland 3. Which also arrives with day-one support for Linux, with Mac and Windows PC. The expansion starts deep within the Cheyenne Mountain military complex. While mutant cults worship an ancient deity they call the Holy Detonation. Which is a nuclear explosion held in stasis. Whether god, a science experiment, or an accidental miracle, we don't know. But the Detonation's energy could power Colorado Springs for hundreds of years. It can also level it in an instant. The warring cults have various opinions on who they should let honor their god. So you’re going to have to muscle your way to the altar.

Wasteland 3: Cult of the Holy Detonation – Launch Trailer

Cult of the Holy Detonation expands the Wasteland 3 gameplay. Having players work through the Cheyenne Mountain complex. All crammed with new characters, enemies, and challenging combat. You can also expect to have powerful new weapons and armour. Your squad of Rangers will be tested like never before. Doing so in objective based scenes. While putting a creative spin on the already deeply tactical turn based combat. As they face crushing odds, the Rangers will need to shut down reactors. Then clear all of the venting systems and take on defensive measures. Hoping to fend off an infinite tide of dangerous mutants and machines. Since Cult of the Holy Detonation takes place in the crumbling military bunker. Wasteland 3 Colorado Collection A new bundle the Colorado Collection which includes Wasteland 3. Also, The Battle of Steeltown and Cult of the Holy Detonation expansions. As well as the Colorado Survival Gear bonus items. Available for one low price and is the perfect entry into the entire Wasteland 3 experience. The Colorado Collection bundle is available now on both Steam and GOG. All for a limited time launch discount of 30% off. Which drops the price to $34.99 USD (regularly $49.99 USD). If you are looking for the Cult of the Holy Detonation expansion. It's available on Steam and GOG. Priced at $6.99 USD for Linux, Mac, and Windows PC.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 6

So we’re slowly but surely getting into the Hannigram shit I promised.

Someone with murderous intent finds y/n just as she thinks her life is beginning to improve. Little does she know, it will. 

@deadman-inc-bikeshop and @dovadokren here you go homies

Trigger warnings: Suicide bombing, graphic descriptions of violence, gun violence, death, cults, cult manipulation

You waited until he had left the restaurant to read that all-important scrap of paper. For some reason, you felt the need to hide in the bathroom to read it. It was probably just a name and phone number, but your brain was anticipating some kind of love letter. 

You carefully unfolded the receipt like it was your most treasured possession. Inside, it simply read ‘Hannibal Lecter’ followed by a phone number. 

You hugged the paper against your chest and a huge smile overtook your face. You couldn’t attach any rhyme or reason to why you suddenly felt so alive, other than you were completely and utterly infatuated. You felt like you could break into song. 

“Hey, [F/N]!” Charissa said, banging on the stall door. “Not to interrupt whatever this is, but could you take out the trash please?” 

“Oh.” You answered, your voice cracking. “Yeah. I’ll be right there.” 

Charissa trailed close behind you as you collected the bags from each can around the restaurant. She was uncharacteristically quiet, probably waiting for you to start spilling every detail of your night. The joke was on her, because you could let the silence go on forever. She wasn’t getting a word out of you. 

“So you’re not going to tell me?” She sounded deeply offended. 

“What’s to tell?” You said, hoisting a very full garbage bag over your shoulder. “Nothing happened.” 

“He sunk his teeth into you, didn’t he?” Charissa asked. At this point, you weren’t sure if she meant it metaphorically or literally. “That’s why you’re acting all, y’know, not downright miserable?” 

“Is that how I act usually?” You began to make your way to the back.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but,” She prefaced. “You basically have two moods. Depressed and customer-service happy, which is just depressed with a facelift. And whatever is happening here doesn’t fit into either of those categories. So something happened.” 

“Detective Charissa Rodriquez does it again.” You rolled your eyes and put one hand on the back door. “Some things just have to stay between a bartender and her... possible love interest.”

You punctuated the last sentence with a wink, sending your friend into a righteous fury. 

“Holy shit, [F/N]!” She exclaimed, smacking her hands together. “Come on, [F/N], I’m your best friend. You’ve got to let me in.” 

“I’m still trying to process what happened myself.” You said in earnest. “Believe me, if I’m telling anyone, it’s you.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” Charissa wagged her finger. 

You tightened your grip on the garbage bag and lugged it outside. The night had fallen, and the orchestra of cicadas and crickets was in full swing. The warm pre-summer air welcomed you. As much as you resented her for bringing it up, Charissa was right. You hadn’t been truly happy in a very long time. And, as terrifying as the thought may have seemed, in a way, you owed it to Chase Mulvaney. 

You hauled the garbage bag into the dumpster and slammed it shut. The crash echoed and you turned back towards the door. 

Someone grabbed your arm. Your immediate thought was that it was just Charissa playing a cruel joke, but then they twisted it back and shoved you against the wall. You felt the cold blade of a knife against your neck and you froze up. 

“You didn’t repent.” A manic voice hissed into your ear. You could feel your heartbeat against the cold brick wall. The hands that bound you were soft and the voice was much more female. This was noticeably not Chase. 

You sputtered as you tried to articulate any of your thousands of questions. “Who the fuck are you?!” 

“Silence, she-devil!” The girl slammed you against the wall. “Keep your forked tongue between your teeth or I’ll cut it out!”

Her voice and hands shook and she enunciated as if she were reading off a script with a gun to her head. The adrenaline turned to genuine fear when you felt something hard strapped to her midriff. You knew in that moment that she wasn’t going to use the knife. 

"I thought Chase wanted to kill me himself." You muttered.

“Did you really think vanguard would be stupid enough to come back here?!” She forced a laugh but her voice was broken with fear. 

“Yes.” You said back, resigning to at least die with honor. “And, why is Chase the one in charge?!” 

She tightened her grip on your arm and smashed your head against the wall. “Don’t you dare talk about vanguard that way!”

He ripped off his cult leader title from fucking NXIVM? You thought, fully aware that it could easily be your last thought ever. 

“No, but seriously, think about it!” You implored her, hoping that if you got her talking, she wouldn’t hit the detonator. If there was one thing you knew about evangelicals, it was that they loved to hear themselves talk. “Chas- er, vanguard attacked me in broad daylight in front of dozens of witnesses. You’re smarter than he is! You came after me when I was alone in the dark!” 

“Everything he does, he does for a reason.” She shouted. "It's not the unwoman's place to question vanguard!"

“Oh god, now he’s ripping off Handmaid’s Tale?” You said out loud this time.

“Vanguard told me that you would try to fill my head with lies!” She growled. “So long as you are alive, you stand in the way of god’s work! You spread only falsehoods about our savior!” 

“Is this about the TattleCrime article?” You ask. “Because I didn’t say anything about god, I only talked about--” 

Then it hit you, again. “Oh, so this is a cult cult.”

"It's not a cult!" The girl screamed. This was the first time you'd sensed any genuine emotion behind her words. "Vanguard takes good care of us. And he can take care of you, too [F/N] [L/N]."

"By sending someone to kill me?" You spat.

"No!" The girl exclaimed. "No, no, no, no, no! Silly! I'm here to save you. If you repent now, and let Jesus Christ into your heart, your earthly shackles will be broken!"

"And what's in it for you, huh?" You struggled against her grip. "The privilege of blowing yourself up for Chase Mulvaney?"

"I was a sinful being like you, once." She said. "My grand reward is to give my life to save another."

You heard the click of a gun behind you. “Put the knife down and take off the vest!” 

The girl grabbed you by the neck and turned you to face this approaching foe. She held the knife to your throat. “If you shoot, she’s dead.” 

You couldn’t make out the details of his face, because he was backlit by headlights. You could, however, see the face of your captor. She was completely emaciated with bones protruding from her skin. Her head was sloppily shaved and whatever instrument she used to shave it left deep cuts on her scalp. 

She reached a shaky hand into her pocket and pulled out a detonator. Tears streaming down her face, she began to chant. “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

The man let off a shot, sending a bullet into her leg. She fell backwards, dropping the detonator and the knife and giving you an opportunity to run. The man gestured for you to get behind him and you obliged. He then let off a second shot, this bullet hitting her right through the skull. The girl collapsed backwards, her brain matter painting the side of the building. 

The man dropped his gun, mumbled something about a bomb squad into his phone, then turned to you. Finally, you could get a good look at his face. Immediately, you noticed his rich brown curls and a smattering of scruff around his jaw. His features were soft, comforting even. But a long enough examination of his face told you that he was just as deeply haunted as you were. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, weakly.

“You...” You said over desperate gasps for air. “You saved me.”

Soon enough, the first responders joined you. But for a few minutes, it was just you, the man and some unspoken mutual understanding words couldn't articulate.

[demifiendrsa]

Wasteland 3: Cult of the Holy Detonation Announcement Teaser

Wasteland 3 expansion downloadable content “Cult of the Holy Detonation” will launch for PlayStation 4, Xbox One, and PC via Steam and the Microsoft on October 5, 2021.

Additionally, Wasteland 3 Colorado Collection, which includes the base game and expansions “The Battle of Steeltown” and “Cult of the Holy Detonation,” will launch on the same day.

Overview

Deep within the Cheyenne Mountain military complex, mutant cults worship an ancient deity they call the Holy Detonation—a nuclear explosion held in stasis. Whether god, science experiment, or accidental miracle, the Detonation’s energy could power Colorado Springs for hundreds of years, or level it in an instant. The warring cults have differing opinions on who should be allowed to honor their god, and you’re going to have to muscle your way to the altar.

It’s one last mission for the Rangers in Colorado, and the outcome is certain to be explosive—one way or the other.

“Cult of the Holy Detonation” expands the Wasteland 3 experience with entry into the Cheyenne Mountain complex, crammed with new characters, enemies, challenging combat encounters, and powerful new weapons and armor. Your squad of Rangers will be tested like never before in objective-based encounters that put a creative spin on the already deeply tactical turn-based combat. As they face overwhelming odds, the Rangers will need to shut down reactors, clear ventilation systems, and engage defensive countermeasures to stem an unending tide of dangerous mutants and machines within the dilapidated military bunker.

[terrorgone]

gouge  ❤. ( mia ur fiesty and i appreciate that lets brawl )

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

    Religion, they say, is devotion; willing servitude to a higher power that animates the world and all things in it. Christ’s sheep gather weekly to mewl about His works, confident that their bloodless theatrics will admit them into Heaven. Fuck them. Religion demands nails split to the cuticle, bloodied fingerprints smearing each scoop of dirt in a holy effort to escape. It’s a pilgrimage. It’s a blood sacrifice. It’s the Name of God that reads Ethan and Rose.     Miranda’s dogs must have discovered Mia’s ill-disguised tunnel out of the prison — it’s the only rational explanation for her being hunted like a hare in the wilderness. These dumb animals anticipate a good, clean chase. A few well-placed shotgun shells quickly correct that assumption. It feels good to watch the the life ebb from the bitch’s hounds, their bodies mangled by buckshot and baptised in a spray of gore. But each fight Mia wins is a blow to the cult’s ego, and it’s only a matter of time before someone competent comes to put her down.     Of course it would be Heisenberg.     The Lord of the Village cuts a bloody swath from cloth and clammy skin, the swipe of his trench knife a thunderclap to Mia’s senses. Mud-splattered boots stumble back, her frightened animal heart pressing her to flee. Lips curl, teeth bared in a snarl, her tongue poised to say something sharp: to hurt, to cut. But something better comes to mind, the sweat-soaked epiphany sending a dizzying rush of giddiness. The remote detonator sits heavy as a stone in her pocket, but her trembling hand flicks the switch with no hesitation.     An afternoon’s worth of planted C4 shakes the world, the Carpathians erupting in a shower of ice and stone. Mia’s knees buckle, but her bloodshot eyes never waver from Heisenberg. The sound of their screams won’t carry when the ground beneath their feet crumbles and gives way to the abyss, yet Mia still speaks. She hopes that Heisenberg will read her lips nonetheless:     I win.     Her smile is all teeth as their world is smothered in darkness.

[thecastcompany]

Tinky, the bombardier

Writing Prompt: Your character just became a raid boss. What is the fight like? What is the mechanic to beat you? And what is your loot?  What is your AOTC Title and loot?

Phase One: Fight starts with several bombs on the field, each blowing up at a minute mark, once all the bombs are detonated, the party wipes, Tinky must reach 75% health before the last bomb is detonated. Number of bombs is determined by difficulty of raid. At 75% health, two large structures erupt on the field, and Tinky begins constructing a super nuke. Cast time depends on raid difficulty. The party must split into two even groups, each behind one of the pillars. Once the cast is done, if you are LoS of Tinky, you instantly die. Phase two begins

Phase Two: Tinky activates her Copter mode. Where she casts several aoe line attacks at random players. Easy to dodge, but deals damage if you don't dodge in time. Dubstep begins playing, obviously. During this phase, the players attack the copter to destroy it and Tinky is invulnerable and untargetable during this time. When the Copter is destroyed, Tinky takes damage equal to 50% of her health and Phase Three begins.

Phase Three: Tinky begins to hurl bombs in rapid succession, creating many AoE spots on the ground, players can find safe zones but these zones with shift in a clockwise fashion. Once the bombs have stopped, she presses a yellow button on her belt, creating a box on top of her. The box has a minor amount of health but MUST be dpsed down within a certain time frame or Tinky heals for 50% of her health and Phase Two begins again. Enrage timer does exist. Once the box is destroyed, it becomes a tank and spank, with heavy AoE attacks, interrupting melee attackers. Number of AoE attacks on the field depend on difficulty.

Loot: Insane number of engineering mats, having a particularly rare mat that only drops here, and is used to make a kick ass copter IDK probably a big wrench to hit stuff with A questionably functioning gun Holy shit that's a lotta bombs A nuke? AotC Tite: Honorary Box Cult Member

[harmony-rebels]

⎔: The Ashen Smell

Behold, backstory for the angry hexagon!

January 1st, 1996

-Happy new year, motherfucker -Check the harmony cult status  -double-check security -DON’T get angry at random people in the halls you idiot -Repair whatever the fuck people want you to repair, I guess -Work on the safe room -Go over the walls for badly hidden explosives -Eat food or whatever -Sleep

January 8th, 1996

-Welcome to hell -Check on everything -Prepare for next week -Repair shit -Run maintenance on the safe room -Eat food -Do that thing with the drone, it needs to be tested -Do something with that emp you found in the floor a while back

January 10th, 1996

-Deal with people, i guess. Fuck those guys. -Find a use for the emp, fucks sake -Go through security again -Work on the safe room -Monitor that org member that we have in containment

January 11th, 1996

-More and more of them are cropping up around the site borders -They’re smug. -Hate them, the fucking. -Don’t get angry at random people in the halls. -Going to fucking murder harmony -They keep saying something’s coming. No shit! -Hate the smug bastards, acting like they know more than us.

January 13th, 1996

-Prepare for war. Prepare for the raid. Prepare for the Harmony Cult.

January 14th, 1996

-Use the safe room. -Detonate explosives. -Put the containment chambers under lockdown -Let the drones loose -Don’t get fucking shot, you idiot -Molotov cocktail, knew that alcohol had a use somewhere along the line -Just set everything on fire, how’s that -Careful of the smoke -Steal a gun -I don’t know how to fucking shoot a gun, what the fuck, me -You repair the fuckers every day, can’t be hard -This is a bad idea -Shoot a harmony cultist in the back, holy shit that actually worked -Fuck fuck fuck start running do not get shot you useless bastard -Shoot another motherfucker -Why is there a child here, what the fuck -Fuck it, im stealing them, why is there a child in the middle of a fucking raid, what the fuck -Run run run don’t get caught is the child bleeding? -Get cornered in a room like the idiot you are -Get threatened for the child (what the fuck) -Don’t hand the child over, because fuck that, the harmony bastards can go die in a hole -Fuck that hurts -Get your arm broken for the child (fuck) -Fuck -Fuck -Fuck

January 15th, 1996

-Don’t die -Blurring vision -Anesthesia -Smoke in the lungs -What happened to the kid?

January 18th, 1996

-Dead. Of course. Not even a corpse left.

January 25th, 1996

-New site, same shit as usual. I can still smell the burning. -Make sure that fun scar you have on your fucking face doesn’t get infected. -Don’t kill anyone, not their fucking fault.  -Start setting up a new safe room. Get better security. Don’t let Harmony in.  -Don’t let the Foundation fall. 

[calder]

ive started making a little modular load screen lore text mod bc im sure that’s something i can finish

it’s mostly ominous misquotes and extrapolated lore. and goofs. lmk if this does something for you

[BASE] █_Mama tried. █_Maybe you could have stopped all this by voting. █_Deathclaws were genetically engineered with the chameleon's trademark invisibility in mind, but natural selection quickly discarded this trait in favor of sheer size and mobility. █_Handy settlers occasionally adorn overpasses with windmills of canvas or sheet metal, usually to harness a small amount of mechanical power, or as an instrument of public execution. █_At the dawn of WWII, Europe stood in awe of the Nazis’ capacity for industry. In reality, the German populace was hooked on candied meth, sold as "pilot's chocolate". Later empires refined this strategy by switching to a more sustainable amphetamine and a less craveable candy. █_The Twin Mothers was a tribe of chemists and engineers who exalted womankind and Mother Earth through their works, devising many new medicines from postwar plants. They were all killed by the Legion. █_Most wastelanders are traumatized by the shrieks of the dying. Others are more well-adjusted. █_To rebuild America is to rebuild its problems. █_In Mexico, radroaches are called "nukaracha". █_There are vaults that will never be opened. █_You never know when a ghoul might go feral. You never know when a dog might go feral. You never know when a substitute teacher might go feral. Don't be a dick. █_A warlike institution cannot comprehend or account for the existence of non-warlike peers. █_The Children of the Cathedral distribute hubflowers to their patients and onlookers. "Every petal is Peace," the adherent recites, "and the stem is Unity." █_During the Spring Solstice, Families of Atom gather to detonate nuclear devices in a solar revival ritual. Each clan must prove itself in His Eyes by striking a holy ember to save the Daylight. █_The Enclave built a field laboratory to study an unnatural monolithic strangler tree called Tanagra. Hysterical with fear, one scientist murdered the others and destroyed their research. The vines quickly buried whatever he might have missed. █_Brotherhood youths who come out as gay tend to find themselves assigned to the surface, a gentle banishment in the name of practical heteronormativity. Oddly, this policy has done little to shore up their birthrate. █_The moth cult have devised a subtle language of hums, buzzes, and palatal clicks to commune with their benefactor. █_Nothing lasts forever. █_And I feel fine. [VOICE OF ATOM] █_This is not a place of honor. █_This is not heaven. █_Visit woe upon the heretic dark-dweller, who groweth marbled and dim wherein is no water of the glow. █_Sharp knife send him to deep temple. █_Revel in yon ignorance while you may. █_You could have stopped it. █_Those who perish in the glow are saved. █_Do not fear what you are becoming. █_The night has eyes. █_Watch the skies. █_Keep your eyes down when you pass that ravine. █_He's lying. █_She's lying. █_You can go home. █_Don't turn around. █_DON'T TURN AROUND. █_They're all against you. █_Liar. █_This has happened before. █_Sing out loud and fill the air with holy hymns and boughs. █_Go back to your hole. █_Coward. █_Why are you here? █_We're all murderers here. What kind of murderer are you? █_Only through the light of the glow can yon wretches be rightly Welcomed Home. █_Atom loves you. █_The Holy Flame is the Unity of all peoples in the Light of Eternal Detonation. █_We put the sun in a jar, and what did we do with it? We broke it all over our gentle little world. █_Close your eyes. Do you see it? █_Give it back. █_I been waiting. █_We been waiting. █_Can you recall the first time you saw this place? █_There is only one with whom the sun resides at night. █_The danger is present in your time as it was in ours. █_The danger is here and below us. █_It will rain for forty nights and nobody will notice. █_Life is old here. Older than the trees. █_Hungry like the mountain. Glowing like the breeze. █_Whispered words impress upon walls like rainwater down the rock. █_Spare yon heretics the sorrow of heat-death. Aim true and bright. █_And each of us has a story coming. █_Your story will be told in front of everyone. █_The devil barely exists and you are nothing. █_Everything is fine. █_I don't care. I don't care. █_Don’t open it. █_Welcome home.  █_[scripture]--Division according to Richter █_--Division 1: 1 In the beginning Atom created the first division of light from darkness[1], and the name of the first is Fission[2][3] 2 It is that which compassath the whole kingdom of Atom, wherein there is the glow[4][5] █_Division 1: 3 And the stars cast His glow upon the firmament[6], and through it creatures were divided from the earth and made with eyes to perceive His glory[7][8] 4 And for a time the great division continued and created all manner of creature which tested themselves to be worthy[7] of Atom █_G'yeth. █_--He promised. He promised. He prom █_--It reverberated slightly as I turned it in different directions. I don't quite remember the experience, it’s like I dreamed it, but I know I was holding it, and turning it. █_--A rush of vapor flooded the room, opaque, thick, deliberate, and pleased. Before first aid could be administered, I was visited by shades, servants of our benefactor. I felt my flesh torn from my body by their hands, exalted, glorious. The effects withered quickly, and I found myself standing in the lab unharmed save for the inciting laceration. I want to do it again. █_--Punga understands me. I understand Punga. That is all it needs to be. [ICEBERG] █_The Wise Behemoth paces Eerie Canyon in wait of one who can receive her blessing without going mad. █_Beyond our solar system exists a nexus of peace and understanding, where enlightened civilizations from across time and space cohabitate in harmony. They are not coming. █_The Godfisher cult forbids dying underground, lest one's soul fail to find the sky. █_The Church of Los has been led by the undead priestess Sappho since her father Blake's demise at the hands of the Texas Brotherhood. █_A group of vault dwellers once encountered a talking deathclaw near Sanctuary. She claimed to be a distant relative of Goris, and a new mother. █_Brotherhood scribes have noted that certain mirelurks and postwar plants are flagrantly psykic, moreso than any recorded proto-human. █_Evolutionary biologists have suggested that "ghosts" are an adaptation that causes humans to sense and avoid places of death. Perhaps they are psychosomatic avatars of our intuitive dread, or a desperate omen produced by a panicked spark of expiring neurons. █_Somewhere in Arizona, The Coven of the Crow educate mutants from birth to be powerful ministers of the glow. █_The Midwestern brotherhood encountered what appeared to be an organic version of Vault-Boy in the wilderness. A promising recruit, Pip was ultimately left behind during a skirmish because he did not have knees. █_There exists a root which grows up into the flesh of sleeping creatures, infesting their minds with its primordial will. █_When The Master first encountered the Church of Unity, he found them already worshipping a god of darkness and war. That early postwar society left no mark on history, traceable only trough the cultures in their orbit who suddenly disappeared. █_A chronal parameter was left inverted at Vault 96's quantum research lab. None remain who know what this means. The computer is under protection of an order who endeavor to dismantle it safely. [WILD WASTELAND] █_Vault Boy is gay. █_Ae Kremvh altadoon. █_Who's laughing now? █_The Twin Mothers tribe were meant to be in several cancelled Fallout games before Ulysses finally invokes them as a dead culture at the end of FNV. █_You like putting Fishy Sticks in your mouth? █_Dogmeat has become Catholic. █_A Hegelian Dialectic is a paradigm in which a pragmatist conceptualizes his political arena as a metaphysical chess game and seeks to control both sides, then enslaves as many humans as possible before he dies of head cancer. █_You are being followed by a dog. It is that god damn bad luck dog. This can't be good. █_Talking deathclaws represent hope, and excising them is a gesture of profound cynicism. █_JE Sawyer literally went off and made his own Fallout with blackjack and hookers. █_76 canonizes usenet culture, furries, and kaomoji ^^ in the Fallout setting. █_And we'll do it our way! █_Invoking the Fallout Bible to invalidate someone else makes you look like a jackass, because you are, in that moment. █_Fallout: Revelation and HOI4 mod are better than real Fallout has ever been. █_The Minutemen don't have lore. █_Nuka Break sucks shit, but some of the performances are good. █_They made a series after Nuka Break that was even worse somehow. █_Fallout was created, directed, and programmed by a gay man. █_It's Atom and Greeb, not Atom and Steve. █_Fallout is for everyone. Except you specifically. It's weird when you do it. █_This was a bad experiment. We are bad people.

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Nuka-Cherry

Ours Is the Kingdom, Chapter 4. Go to previous. Go to next. A little wasteland catechesis.

“For the life of the flesh is in the blood: and I have given it to you upon the altar to make an atonement for your souls: for it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul.”--Leviticus 17:11

Nineteen years ago

In order to investigate a rumor he’d heard at the Brass Lantern, August paused his jobs for those in Megaton and Girdershade to venture North a ways. The hematophagous protectors of Arefu could be the first truly omnivorous settlement he would encounter since moving to the Capital Wastes three years ago. The possibility he could have a place among them precipitated a visit. Asking around the settlement, which stood atop a section of still-standing overpass, yielded unnerved aversion from its inhabitants, but they were not shy to direct him to a place called Meresti.

Deep in the prewar tunnels had once run high-speed passenger subway trains. The damp, decaying walls felt like home already. Now, the metro station housed those who called themselves the Family, who knew of his arrival before he even reached the track-riddled bowels in which they resided. Their leader, Vance, was in his forties, with short dark purple hair and the palest skin he’d witnessed of anyone outside Appalachia. Wearing a leather duster, he stood watch over his adoptive brood from the balcony which overlooked the metro station’s lobby, stern, distant, and ever wary.

Vance already long since knew a great deal about the gangling dark-haired eighteen-year-old, and spoke with him as though a relative he had not seen since the boy was too small to remember him. He knew August had come to speak with someone about the Craving, and they conversed at length regarding the Five Laws of the Family. Ultimately, he left the decision up to August, whether to move in with them, and adopt their ways. As with all who sought shelter among the tunnels of Meresti, their leader sent him to reflect in isolation for three days, with the promise of his guidance if he accepted their ways as his own. In his guest room, he reflected upon his conversation with Vance, and did his best to determine whether belonging both to the Family and the Children of Atom were identities in opposition.

He worked his way in reverse through their tenets, observing a form of catechesis similar to that which he underwent when he first joined the Children. At the very least, the exercise could hone for him his connection with his faith.

The Fifth Law: Kill not our kindred: slay only our enemy. This is our justice.

He could rationalize the respect and unity in not killing Family out of anger or revenge. To not kill one another in any way, though. Confessor Cromwell and Mother Maya both preached the glory of the day Atom--Megaton’s eponymous bomb--would send them all to Division. He’d visited the Apostles of the Holy Light the year before, in the misguided expectation they too might follow the divination of Mothman. The Acolytes of Eternal Light had descended from the original Cult of the Mothman which had inhabited the Lucky Hole almost two hundred years ago. The Apostles, however, were Children who had broken away from Megaton. They believed in purposefully irradiating themselves, gradually, rather than awaiting a single great act of irradiation such as Megaton’s eventual detonation--and that diligent irradiation could bestow ghoulishness upon the faithful. To them, ghouls were the Exalted, angelic agents standing as proof Heaven was the Earth in the wake of the Great War’s Rapture. Their ultimate goal in faith was to remain on Earth as long as possible and serve Atom, past humanity and on to ghoulishness for centuries. Megaton’s Children revered ghouls, such as the bartender’s assistant in Moriarty’s Saloon, but Apostles regarded all ghouls with steep reverence, believing non-feral ghouls’s erratic behaviors and rasping diced language to bear the flame-tongue of Atom which no human can parse.

He very often stifled the desire to slay those who disrespected Gob. The ghoul was only doing his best, and it maddened August to know the ghoul had been bought out of slavery into his current position under Colin Moriarty’s management. Surely, there had to be a better lot for Gob. Maybe the Children, or the Apostles, could amass enough tithes to buy him from Moriarty, and free him altogether...

Since his separation from the Acolytes of Eternal Light, he’d struggled to find any alignment with others’ faith, scavenging bits and pieces from larger movements and amending them to his own. Atom’s path thus far shined brightest to him: Surely, Mothman forever chased Atom’s holy light. To him, also, the vessel was just as vital as the world-soul it contained, a physical manifestation of the galaxy he’d cultivated. He could come to emit the same light he sought in the world, if only he could cement his purpose and faith. In his baptism by Quantum at the bottling facility, he’d accepted Nuka-Cola would be his eventual portent of the great things he knew Atom had in store for him. Perhaps sooner, rather than later, Atom would send him a sign.

Ultimately, he decided it was right that only those who deserved to die, should die, and that lust killing should be consensual. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the act--simply that the act needed to serve explicit purpose. He needed to remember to ask Vance whether consuming Family, especially fallen Family, was against their ways. Raised an Acolyte of Eternal Light, he was no stranger to finding food wherever possible, and in many occasions it was the highest honor for them to preserve kindred in such a mode of self-sacrifice. They wasted nothing, not even each other. If it was not by Atom’s guiding hand, the only death he found righteous was for protection of the innocent or himself, or for sole sake of sustenance. It wasn’t up to him when a person’s world-soul might disperse its galaxies.

The Fourth Law: Seek not the sun’s light; embrace only the shadows. This is our refuge.

To find refuge in the dark only served to contrast the Light. August supposed that such an asceticism which could heighten one’s appreciation and acuity for even the smallest Light. The darkness had been as familiar as another relative in his childhood, as his first family had lived deep in the bowels of the West Virginia mine known as the Lucky Hole. Noticing even dim lights, the slightest presage, came easily in such an acclimation. Bright lights did hurt his eyes... and many of his fellow Brothers and Sisters in Atom did find it unusual that he tended to worship in the bomb’s wellspring at night rather than during the day.

He could find peace in the reflected light of a full moon.

The Third Law: Feed not for pleasure; partake only to nourish. This is our dignity.

He wondered whether indulgence could be divided in such a way. The flesh had needs, and pleasure was a need. The Acolytes had always taught this, and it been an uncomfortable patch of adjusting to the meek ways of the Children. He could see dignity in abstaining from killing solely for sport, but no dignity in denying oneself due sustenance or denying oneself the satisfaction in it. He earned his meals, worked hard for them. And he should savor them.

Some needs held priority over others--and pleasure. Pleasure of every kind did seem to him the greatest obeisance one could make to the Eternal Light. It was pleasurable, to act on its behalf, to add to his world-soul, to become the greatest galaxy he could in his lifetime; pleasurable, to savor adding those unworthy of their world-souls to his own. And it was pleasurable, to admire what his faith had given him, to worship what Atom had made of him... like the limb that following Moira Brown’s guidance, alongside that of the Confessor, had bestowed upon him.

As with the fifth law, he understood the difference between murder and killing. The Children made no room for either. They made sharp distinction between self-preservation and self-defense... and denied themselves a majority of pleasures altogether.

The Second Law: Bear not the child; welcome only the exile. This is our fate.

With August’s predispositions, this preclusion would be the least trying law to live by, and the simplest to understand the logic behind. He’d once heard the aphorism, that the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

Blood, thicker than water.

Consanguinity. Through condition, not through breeding.

The Acolytes and the Children both upheld this ideal. Virtue and ideal offered magnitudes beyond mere birth rite.

Only just recently eighteen, August only had a few years’ personal understanding of coitus. He had asked Vance whether abstaining from fathering children meant a total abstinence. The Family’s father figure had replied in affirmation, that they did not self-populate, but were not expressly celibate. They did not force induction through marriage, and did everything it could to avoid passing down the Craving through lineage. August simply was forbidden from fathering children in this law, but Vance had every enthusiasm for welcoming anyone with the Craving into the Family, as a sibling, or a cousin, or even an avaunt or parental figure. The Family sustained itself solely through adoption, regardless of the familial role an individual came to fulfill.

The Family existed to accept the forsaken and afflicted, and help them overcome their shame. In recent years, while it had made them somewhat less of a secret to the Capital Wastes, they’d found greater purpose in protecting Arefu. They did not consider Arefu or Meresti a holy ground, yet protected both inexhaustibly. Megaton and the Lucky Hole were holy, were they not? He’d protected them. He could defend Arefu and Meresti in kind, if they would have him... and perhaps, in effect, come to understand their sanctity. Though, he wondered whether he’d ever find anyplace that felt as vastly holy as Appalachia, or as potently holy as the crater.

The First Law: Feast not on the flesh; consume only the blood. It is our strength.

While he could make broad peace with the other four tenets, the first and greatest roiled in his heart. For the first two days of his isolation, he’d worked his way ascending and descending the rules of this refuge to exhaustion, trying to find an understanding for how the Family might justifiably live in such a way. Here, again, it beset him in a grimace as he lay back on the bare mattress in thought.

Within his cobbled-together faith, he had found his most current definition for the Craving which had compelled him since childhood. The world-soul resided in the blood, and he could appreciate an ideology which upheld its sanctity. Consuming blood consumed the world-soul, added its constellations and systems to one’s own galaxies, the sacred geometry of strangeness, charm, and nobility. To waste blood was unspeakable.

Yet, Vance had told him, consumption of the flesh is unclean. Filthy. Humans treat us like animals when we consume their flesh. We are not animals. We are the Family. We do not eat the flesh of those we kill for food.

He had been raised in a holistic fashion. Waste nothing. Use everything. The Acolytes of Eternal Light had taught him to tan, to butcher, to cook and preserve. If one had to kill, or if one had to die, if at all it could be helped the life taken should not be in vain.

Unlike the Savage Divide, such meats were a rarity in the Capital Wastes. For the past two years, he’d made do in Megaton knowing how to discern between iguana and other wasteland meats when they happened to crop up in the various craterside establishments. He would take an errand from Moira as an excuse to step out and cut down a convenient raider, anytime only a fresh kill could sate him; the Super-Duper Mart was a favorite nearby hunting ground of his. No one in Megaton, Children or otherwise, had indicated they took kindly to purposeful cannibalism of any sort. The local raider-turned-mercenary Jericho may have noticed his preference for iguana at some point, but said nothing, when he’d spent time with him so the old man could teach him to use a rifle.

The Children had taught him shame alongside humility, blurring the notions indiscreetly. He had not known shame until he traveled outside the Savage Divide, and he’d hoped to find pride and modulation here with the Family.

For a time, blood was the one thing from a kill he didn’t consume, instead favoring crafting Stimpaks from it. It was easier to obtain blood packs from Moira or Doc Church, under the premise of medical provisions, than ever actively seek out iguana in town, though. In his adolescence, he’d learned how to craft Stimpaks from human blood, as well as how to craft something they called Skeeto Spit from the mixed blood collected from Bloodbug sacs. Stimpaks healed the injured after ceremonial wasteland battles as well as after defensive encounters, while Skeeto Spit increased the longevity of those who stood for sake of the cult. Such that non-human blood might function in kind with the chemistry required of the intravenous prewar healing device, he had taught himself how to refine the compatibility between the two formulations, only to later develop in this practice the deepest ritualism he would ever find. Up until the cult’s demise, he had kept his technique to himself, noticing in his own self-experimentation that the use of Wasteland Stimpaks magnified the Craving--a trait that, while not shunned by the Acolytes, not all Acolytes exhibited, nurtured, or actively invoked as wholly as he did.

It wouldn’t be for many years of regular use of his dark craft that other side effects would manifest.

The Acolytes had not believed in world-souls, purely upholding the very present, corporeal, preternatural vitality Interlopers might bestow, and it was of his own spirituality adjunct to that of the Children that he had come to the understanding that Stimpaks surely held some key to discovering how the civilization that came before tangibly interacted with their world-souls. The Capital Wastes didn’t have Bloodbugs, however, and most of its wildlife didn’t have blood to collect directly either. It had been two years since his last synthesis of Wasteland Stimpaks, and he nearly left the area on several occasions just to resume his observances, now that he understood the greater connection of The Blood and The Life. He wasn’t sure what kept him in the Capital Wastes. He supposed he disliked the idea of straying too far from the crater, though entertaining a trip back to Appalachia under the premise of pilgrimage didn’t seem so fractious perhaps.

He had never found another who seemed to pursue personal growth in the same way he did, and it didn’t seem anyone in the Family held overlapping beliefs with him either. Vance agreed with him, though, that those with the Craving were either not born human, or became that way--and that the Craving was a deficit of soul. The leader had a word for those who drank blood and abstained from the flesh: vampire. For August, cannibalism was a form of transubstantiation, a transfusion by which he could feed an incomplete or once-absent spirit, and as an extension, Wasteland Stimpaks posited a way to add world-souls of wasteland creatures to his own--or at the very least, modify his vessel to be that much more capable of containing the world-soul he cultivated through piousness. Perhaps they were both right, and August’s aspirations sought to right that he had not originally had any world-soul to cultivate in the first place.

The Family tempered the Craving by drinking only the blood, and leaving the body for ceremony. Acolytes with the Craving tempered it by consuming only the body, and leaving the blood for ceremony.

A Child of Atom could belong to the Family, and a Child of Atom could belong to the Acolytes of Eternal Light... but an Acolyte could not belong to the Family.

He couldn’t make peace with the thought of one kill providing only one meal. One kill in the Savage Divide had provided easily a week’s worth of meat and offal, a good bit of leather and bone for crafts, and the blood... The blood couldn’t be the only thing taken from a kill. Yet, some of the Family preferred not to kill at all, and sustained themselves on blood packs donated from Arefu’s settlers in exchange for the Family’s protection. August perceived such an act as a communal blood pact. In this exchange between the Family and Arefu, he understood why they had grown so close so quickly. In a way, they were slowly acquiescing into one overarching shared world-soul. The idea of it harbored a deep dread in him, and even as his second day in Meresti closed, he still couldn’t discern whether the dread compelled or repulsed him.

He would stay one more day, to make sure he still felt the same by then, and then find a way to estrange a slaver from Paradise Falls before returning to the Church. His means of tempering his cravings as a way of protecting the wasteland’s innocents sufficed. The world-souls of raiders and slavers would be his, and he would use them properly in Atom’s sight. People who wasted their world-souls debasing others and sowing suffering were the greatest affront of all to the Holy Light, and if that was the purpose that drove the Craving, he could find peace and identity in it.

Perhaps after this visit with Vance, August could make better sense of whether he belonged under the guidance of Confessor Cromwell and Mother Maya, or under that of Mother Curie.

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A History of Damien’s Earth

IN THE BEGINNING..... We don’t know anything about the beginning, beyond the word of various religious texts. However, at this point, a brief few points must be made before we begin.

The timeline of the Earth can be divided into Ages. Each Age is set apart from the next by Gaia resetting the Earth back to it’s factory settings, typically due to some apocalyptic tragedy.

Everything is true*, in regards to real-life legends, religions, mythos, conspiracy theories. If I reference something that sounds like a real-life myth, it’s because i’m referencing that real-life myth, as it exists. While Secret World Legends mixes and merges its myths to create a complete quilt of lore, most everything is taken from its original form and can be recognized.

“The secret world” is the name given to the cultures and communities that have been separated from the rest of the world due to their nature. This encompasses many communities across the entire Earth, on every continent, in every country. The deeper you go into the secret world, the more you come to understand why it is kept secret. Ignorance is bliss.

*Not everything is true. The world isn’t flat, but it is hollow. Aliens didn’t build the pyramids, but maybe they weren’t built for quite the reason you thought they were. SWL tends to avoid bad myths that they can’t do anything with.

Some names you might want to know:

The Host: Effectively God of this reality. Notably absent.

Gaia: The Immaculate Machine. The Goddess Machine. The World Tree. The Earth Mother. Protects Earth from outside threats.

The Bees: A group of humans that have been turned into immortal superhumans by Gaia, via bees swallowed in sleep. The protagonist is one. Sometimes referred to as Gaia’s antibodies.

The Protagonist: For all intents and purposes on this blog, Damien. But i’ll be keeping it vague because everyone else who plays this game will have their own protagonist.

The Dreamers: The terrifying Eldritch Gods that sleep below the surface of the Earth, and have since, presumably, the beginning of the Ages. If they wake for even a moment, the world may end, permanently, through being eaten.

IN THE FIRST AGE..... Very little knowledge exists from the first age. There are some mentions of the Garden of Eden, as well as the creation of the first humans. There are also whispers of a war between angels, the Grigori verses the Nephilim. (Can be paraphrased as, respectively, good angels vs bad angels, but it’s not quite as simple as that.) There are also still a few living beings from this age. Notably a number of angels, and Lilith, one of the first humans and mother of all monsters.

IN THE SECOND AGE..... the Hell Dimensions were made by The Host, and were introduced to Earth. Originally, this was just another form of reality; undergoing a test run. Demons and Humans associated freely during this age.   Samael, an angel from the first age, claims it was a time when iron cathedrals stained the moon blood red with sacrificial pyres. By the end of this Age, Hell had been abandoned as a flawed creation by the Host, and cut off from Earth and it’s Anima, doomed to become the Hell we know it as in the current age.

IN THE THIRD AGE..... human civilization rose to the highest level, as technology was created that could run indefinitely and repair itself infinitely. Humanity also gained the knowledge to warp the laws of reality as they saw fit. Cities walked on spider legs across whole oceans. With the power of Anima at their disposal, Third Age humans surpassed all others in terms of advancement. Several gods from other cultures are cited as being from this era, with mythos about them surviving through the catastrophic turn of this Age. 

The third age ended apocalyptically, when Lilith and her husband Samael damaged an Engine, a device created to lull the dreamers into sleep, and woke one for but a single moment. It sleepily strangled the world, and fell back under. Thus ended the third age.

IN THE FOURTH AGE.... we come to the present day. 2012. The Mayans are cited as predicting the beginning of the end on their calendars. A filthy bomb goes off in Tokyo. Gaia shudders.

Centuries ago, the Secret Societies begin to form. 

One: Blue. Ancient Egypt. The Children of the Eye and the Pyramid. “The Enlightened Ones.” Translation: Illuminati. They seek forbidden knowledge. They sit behind the Pharaoh’s throne. The original puppet masters. The New World, with the first colonizing ships. They weave infrastructure so tightly, a web so suffocating, that no other secret society can breathe on this land. 

Two: Red. The Keepers of the Holy Grail. The Pureblooded. The Fighters. To take sword to demon flesh is to breathe. The Tower of Babel, once. Today, London. Not much has changed. Not much has to change. Where the Illuminati chase the next wave, the Templar stand still and true. Only recently have they begun to frequently admit women and people of color into their ranks.

Three: Green. Chaos. From it they come, and into it they go. A suicide a century ago causes a tsunami today. When you subscribe to Chaos, you follow no master, but that of the Algorithm. The Dragon spirals through the universe. it predates Gaia. It will outlive Gaia. Those who gather in Seoul will tell you this. They aren’t wrong.

Enter: Today. The Dreamers Dream. Their dreams manifest physically, as a black, slimy substance that corrupts absolutely. Body and soul. Today it is called the Filth. It leaks through dozens of dimensions on phantom gravity. 

Lilith made a cult. She wanted to capture the Dreamers’ power for herself. The Morninglight, it is called. They worship the Dreamers, unknowingly. Their rituals mimic their desires. They pretend to eat stars. The cult is led by Philip Marquard. He was meant to be an easy puppet to control, but the Dreamers interfaced with him, and now he has a whole cult to use to wake them.

In an attempt to assassinate Lilith, a bomb was made. A filthy bomb. A man was recruited. Anxious, lonely, eager to please. John Copley took a bomb into the subway in Tokyo. He panicked. He detonated it too early. The filth overtook all of Kaidan. It spreads through the dimensions. It spreads across the Earth. It corrupts absolutely. Gaia shudders. She calls to the Host.

The Host does not answer. Her messengers, her bees, search for the next best thing. They find it in people.

A week after Tokyo, a bee flies into the Protagonist’s window, into their mouth, and changes them. They dream about voices, begging them to listen, to make the right choices. They wake up and spend the next week being genetically rewritten into a whole new entity. At the end of the week, they are contacted by one of the three secret societies, and conscripted into service.

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Breve: Wasteland 3 supera los 2 millones de jugadores

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InXile Entertainment ha anunciado mediante Twitter que Wasteland 3 ha conseguido superar los 2 millones de jugadores desde que el título se pusiera a la venta durante el verano de 2020 en Xbox, PlayStation y PC. La cifra es importante si tenemos en cuenta que nos encontramos ante un complejo RPG con combates por turnos. El éxito de Wasteland 3 se debe a múltiples factores, incluyendo la calidad del título y su presencia en Xbox Game Pass. Wasteland 3 ofrece una campaña que se ha visto ampliada mediante dos expansiones, The Battle of Steeltown y Cult of the Holy Detonation, que añaden… Leer noticia completa y comentarios » from ElOtroLado.net https://ift.tt/3GtVrGZ via IFTTT