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!kr3RP8S.1. 12/11/09(Fri)00:25 No.7085477The old man speaks.
"Forbid this harsh welcome, but our methods are more efficeint than fanciful. I am Magus Kessler of the Order of the Silver Star. That doesn't mean much to you yet, but know that it is the highest order, and one of three ranks in it
"In short, you have died, but death is not the end for you. Whatever belief you still retain, discard them. This is the truth of things. You were torn form the clutches of death by one of our psychopomps, who tread the netherworld searching for lost souls. Not just any souls mind you, but only ones that are identified as being compatible to our purpose. Only such souls can be arisen through the divine energy of Bythos.
“There is no god, but evidently there used to be. You could have landed in the clutches of angels, devils, demons, or all sorts of ilk, but they would not have taken you, for you're not fitting to them. But you are so fitting for us, and so welcome to mankind's final bastion- the Gnostic Utopia.
"Now, there is much to do, but I suppose we should restore you to some more comfortable and better understood state? I would rather you take a somber understanding of your present nudity, but in any case it I'll not impose my opinions regarding such a matter’s triviality.
“You may thank reaper CHARSISXV17 if you wish, for it is unlikely you will see him again. If you are not so sentimental, please proceed through the airlock that will now open up at the opposite end of the chamber” (gestures away from CHARSIS) |