Cultist simulator hapless prisoner9/22/2023 ![]() He felt his soul blossom open, but there was no response. Mostly, they were paens to whatever existed in the gaps between the everyday. ![]() Sometimes they sold, sometimes they didn’t. He forgot to attend to his clerical job, and there was talk he would be in trouble if he ever returned. Nathaniel had taken up painting as a form of expression of those odd moods and longings, a counterpoint to all that mindless muling for his pay to keep on living. If this was possible, what else lay beyond what was previously known? At some point, he achieved a Matchless Physique, godlike as Thor. He referred, cross-referred, took the secrets apart, put it back together again, practiced and studied. The book whispered secrets of the Forge men, fueled by flame and stout as steel. His search for ever-increasing physical prowess had plateaued, despite regular exercise, dock work that demanded everything of his muscles, early nights for good sleep health and ruminations on all things vital. It was the book in the bookshop that was the key. Honestly, little became of it, beyond a dead end expedition to a forgotten stone temple. Hydra.” The many-headed, ever-branching, searching for secrets beyond ken. “But what would we call this society,” asked the other, and the first replied, “The Society of St. They met up a few times to converse, and someone, he could not remember who, proposed, half-in-jest that they should call their meet-ups a Society meeting and invite others who had encountered the same phenomenon. He met a lady named Violet, who expressed that she too had such similar almost-experiences. But it, whatever it was, stayed beyond reach, beyond the odd dream that offered fascinating glimpses and glimmerings of… something indescribable. He found a few odd books in a bookshop and took to reading them, following trails of strange history and gibberish… there was… something… about them. Realizing that his funds from both sources were on par, he took more to the hauling job as it helped to chisel his body into something more herculean. In his spare time, he dabbled with long walks down strange streets, the occasional painting and tried his hand at unskilled labour to strengthen his body, for he feared wasting away his physical talents hunched over in bookkeeping. ![]() He took up a junior clerical position at Glover & Glover, clocking in and out for meagre pay. An ordinary man, fired from an ordinary job as a hospital porter. ![]()
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