You’ve got it into your head that there can’t be much worse than you. You’re a monster, a feral animal, barely controlled and just snapping at unfortunate bastards who cross your path.
Well, newsflash, buster: there’s far worse out there than your hairy hide.
We are mutation. We are forced devolution. We are throwbacks and beings so ancient you wish mommy Luna had kept a... [click here for more]
“The Pilgrimage ain’t got no shortcuts, no quick fixes. Heck, even death’s not a reprieve for us. So you pick yourself up now, and you keep goin’. I promise there’s light at the end of this tunnel, even if the walk takes forever and a half. Just mind those that’d get in yer way.”
— Sister Meshé, Tammuz Sage
Night Horrors: The... [click here for more]
Don’t run. Please. I know what I look like. I know you saw me, with my stitches and punctures and wires. I know you felt the Fire. It’s not my fault. It’s what I have instead of a soul. It’s how I know I’m alive. Don’t run! I don’t want to hurt you. I’m... [click here for more]
"Fighting the Machine is like fighting the ocean. You literally cannot hurt it. Doesn’t matter how much poison we dump into the ocean. We’ll only kill the things in it. We’ll never kill it. Same with the God-Machine. Kill angels, traitors, stigmatics, cultists, cryptids, whatever, you’ll never hurt the Machine Itself. No, that doesn’t mean we stop trying. You stop... [click here for more]
You are a pilgrim now, one of the Created. You rose to life from dead flesh or inert matter, under the ministrations of one of your own, or a mad scientist, or perhaps just the power of the Divine Fire. You wander the world, sometimes alone, sometimes in the blessed company of your own kind, driven by memories of events and facts you never knew, all in the service of one Great Work…
…to... [click here for more]