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deraj · 29 Jun 2007, 01:25

This is an early draft of an idea i had about a "cult"
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My name is/was Jacob Aaronson, and I was a priest to the “God-Emperor.” It was the year 827M41, on a planet in the Terachin system that my faith and role in this universe were shattered and changed. The planet’s name was Salnim III, and was an agri world with one capital city. I went out to a farm village on the planet, because there had been no contact with the people of this town for over a week. I remember this day as clearly as if it had been yesterday, though in truth it was lonely three weeks past. I must tell you all of it before I am no more.

Day 0:
I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with the working class of these cities, and I routinely went out into the farming villages and helped in the fields. I went out this day unarmed, as it was my belief that nothing was wrong in the village, but that as it was harvest season, everyone was busy. When I walked into the village, I knew immediately that something was wrong. I got a chill then realized why. I had not seen or heard a single person yet. Normally this village was abound with the noise of children playing and the people working. Now there was silence. I saw that the door to the grain barn was swaying open, lending an eerie creaking to the otherwise silent village. I walked to the door to shut it, when the smell of rotting meat and something coppery washed over me. I looked in and saw a man leaning against one of the beams. “Sir?” I enquired softly, and then when he failed to respond I shouted it. I walked forward and saw to my horror that the man was eviscerated and had to have been dead for days. It looked as though something had eaten much of him. I turned to run, and a terrible hissing noise started. I looked into the shadows and hunched humanoid forms with four arms came forward. I saw their faces and clawed hands and purplish carapaces and knew instantly what they were. Gene stealers. As I turned to run for the door, one stepped in front of it, blocking me. This one was much bigger than the others, standing over two meters tall. As I started to scream, it leapt forward and clamped its mouth over my throat. I screamed “Emperor protect me” and then felt a single sharp prick in my neck, and everything went black.

Day 1:
I awoke on the floor of the grain store. There is no body, no xenos, and as I look into the highly polished plow beside me, no wound on my neck. I return to the church and pray for guidance. One of my acolytes walks up to me and asks what happened to my hair. I look into a mirror and find that all of my hair is completely gone. My beard is gone, my eyebrows, even the hair on top of my head. I open my robe and see that I am completely hairless. I also note that the whites of my eyes are turning grey. Today I give a sermon on working not for the wealth of oneself, but for the whole, and we must all be as one. I do not know where I got the inspiration for this speech.

Day 2:
Today I notice a faint purplish tinge to my skin. I covered it up with skin paints. Last night I had a dream. I saw nothing but the snarling, hissing face of the Genestealer. My mind is opening to things I never imagined. There is a greater intelligence in the galaxy, one that connects many, and I am now but a part of that. One of the men from my congregation came up to me, asking for a private confession, when everything went red. When I came to, my tongue had elongated to about a foot in length and was dug into his neck. The man had a glazed look in his eye and then fell to the floor. I carried him into my office and laid him on the floor. Walking through the streets I found four prostitutes, and asked each of them back to my office that night, telling them that I would pay them handsomely. It was like I was still in my head, but the Mind was there too. I came to call the mind “The All-Father.” When the prostitutes came back to my office, I did the tongue thing to each in turn. I then found each of my acolytes in their sleeping chambers and did the same to them.

Day 3:
I had another dream. The Genestealer spoke to me in my mind. It said “come to me, my son.” Looking in the mirror this morning, I realized that my eyes had grown completely grey, and that all of my senses were growing stronger. I was also getting much stronger. The All father was now sharing information with me. It was my mission to make as many creatures like myself as possible. I must stick my “ovipositor” into their neck and release my genes. The ovipositor was in my tongue. The people I had done this to last night now felt like extensions of my own body. I could control them and speak to them in my mind. I told them to separate into pairs and begin spreading their seed and the word of working for the whole to the small farming communities. I felt great. I was more than I ever had been, yet it was not ME now, but it. I was a part, but one with more parts than I had ever had as a whole.

Day 8:
We have 18 full sized towns and 60 villages under our control. We have over 10,000 new “recruits” and there are 46 Genestealers on this planet. I was nowhere near the first recruit, but I was the first psyker, and it is I that is the conduit to the All-Father. I am the Prophet.I can feel every one of them. A huge space traveling behemoth with more of them in it is coming. We feel like something so much larger than myself. I learned today that I can hypnotize people, and must eat flesh to survive. I ordered the “recruitment” of each of the cities ten military outposts, eight armories, and seven tank commands. Once I control everything, then I will attack the capital.

Day 13:
I now control 85% of this world. I feel the outsiders now. There is an inquisitor, and he suspects. It does not matter. I am done waiting. The Genestealers will be unleashed, with the Patriarch leading us against his stronghold, at dawn tomorrow.

Day 14:
We have destroyed the Inquisitor, but he managed to release a distress call before we could kill him. We must take the airfield in the center of the capital. Myself, the Genestealers, and my first thirty neophytes will leave for a new planet.

Day 16:
Today we have taken the capital. We did it in full open revolt. I had everything line up at dawn in front of the palace, including hundreds of tanks, but it was the All-Father in me that did the most damage.Using his powers I destroyed the mind of every psyker and astropath using visions of the Overmind. The planet is ours. It is time to spread.
Day 18:
The hive has come. Mycenic spores fell from the sky, pouring out Tyranids to harvest all living material. It is ended. This planet will be nothing more than a rock in a week.

Day 20:
We left the planet. I am losing myself to the whole. There seems to be nothing left, thus I leave this journal. I am so hungry. The voices of millions call out to me. They are part of me, and I am part of them. WE are the All father.

29 Jun 2007, 01:25	#1 (permalink)
deraj Shas'O Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: Fort Plain, New York, USA Posts: 5,088	Loss of faith This is an early draft of an idea i had about a "cult" +++++++++++++++++++++++++ My name is/was Jacob Aaronson, and I was a priest to the “God-Emperor.” It was the year 827M41, on a planet in the Terachin system that my faith and role in this universe were shattered and changed. The planet’s name was Salnim III, and was an agri world with one capital city. I went out to a farm village on the planet, because there had been no contact with the people of this town for over a week. I remember this day as clearly as if it had been yesterday, though in truth it was lonely three weeks past. I must tell you all of it before I am no more. Day 0: I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with the working class of these cities, and I routinely went out into the farming villages and helped in the fields. I went out this day unarmed, as it was my belief that nothing was wrong in the village, but that as it was harvest season, everyone was busy. When I walked into the village, I knew immediately that something was wrong. I got a chill then realized why. I had not seen or heard a single person yet. Normally this village was abound with the noise of children playing and the people working. Now there was silence. I saw that the door to the grain barn was swaying open, lending an eerie creaking to the otherwise silent village. I walked to the door to shut it, when the smell of rotting meat and something coppery washed over me. I looked in and saw a man leaning against one of the beams. “Sir?” I enquired softly, and then when he failed to respond I shouted it. I walked forward and saw to my horror that the man was eviscerated and had to have been dead for days. It looked as though something had eaten much of him. I turned to run, and a terrible hissing noise started. I looked into the shadows and hunched humanoid forms with four arms came forward. I saw their faces and clawed hands and purplish carapaces and knew instantly what they were. Gene stealers. As I turned to run for the door, one stepped in front of it, blocking me. This one was much bigger than the others, standing over two meters tall. As I started to scream, it leapt forward and clamped its mouth over my throat. I screamed “Emperor protect me” and then felt a single sharp prick in my neck, and everything went black. Day 1: I awoke on the floor of the grain store. There is no body, no xenos, and as I look into the highly polished plow beside me, no wound on my neck. I return to the church and pray for guidance. One of my acolytes walks up to me and asks what happened to my hair. I look into a mirror and find that all of my hair is completely gone. My beard is gone, my eyebrows, even the hair on top of my head. I open my robe and see that I am completely hairless. I also note that the whites of my eyes are turning grey. Today I give a sermon on working not for the wealth of oneself, but for the whole, and we must all be as one. I do not know where I got the inspiration for this speech. Day 2: Today I notice a faint purplish tinge to my skin. I covered it up with skin paints. Last night I had a dream. I saw nothing but the snarling, hissing face of the Genestealer. My mind is opening to things I never imagined. There is a greater intelligence in the galaxy, one that connects many, and I am now but a part of that. One of the men from my congregation came up to me, asking for a private confession, when everything went red. When I came to, my tongue had elongated to about a foot in length and was dug into his neck. The man had a glazed look in his eye and then fell to the floor. I carried him into my office and laid him on the floor. Walking through the streets I found four prostitutes, and asked each of them back to my office that night, telling them that I would pay them handsomely. It was like I was still in my head, but the Mind was there too. I came to call the mind “The All-Father.” When the prostitutes came back to my office, I did the tongue thing to each in turn. I then found each of my acolytes in their sleeping chambers and did the same to them. Day 3: I had another dream. The Genestealer spoke to me in my mind. It said “come to me, my son.” Looking in the mirror this morning, I realized that my eyes had grown completely grey, and that all of my senses were growing stronger. I was also getting much stronger. The All father was now sharing information with me. It was my mission to make as many creatures like myself as possible. I must stick my “ovipositor” into their neck and release my genes. The ovipositor was in my tongue. The people I had done this to last night now felt like extensions of my own body. I could control them and speak to them in my mind. I told them to separate into pairs and begin spreading their seed and the word of working for the whole to the small farming communities. I felt great. I was more than I ever had been, yet it was not ME now, but it. I was a part, but one with more parts than I had ever had as a whole. Day 8: We have 18 full sized towns and 60 villages under our control. We have over 10,000 new “recruits” and there are 46 Genestealers on this planet. I was nowhere near the first recruit, but I was the first psyker, and it is I that is the conduit to the All-Father. I am the Prophet.I can feel every one of them. A huge space traveling behemoth with more of them in it is coming. We feel like something so much larger than myself. I learned today that I can hypnotize people, and must eat flesh to survive. I ordered the “recruitment” of each of the cities ten military outposts, eight armories, and seven tank commands. Once I control everything, then I will attack the capital. Day 13: I now control 85% of this world. I feel the outsiders now. There is an inquisitor, and he suspects. It does not matter. I am done waiting. The Genestealers will be unleashed, with the Patriarch leading us against his stronghold, at dawn tomorrow. Day 14: We have destroyed the Inquisitor, but he managed to release a distress call before we could kill him. We must take the airfield in the center of the capital. Myself, the Genestealers, and my first thirty neophytes will leave for a new planet. Day 16: Today we have taken the capital. We did it in full open revolt. I had everything line up at dawn in front of the palace, including hundreds of tanks, but it was the All-Father in me that did the most damage.Using his powers I destroyed the mind of every psyker and astropath using visions of the Overmind. The planet is ours. It is time to spread. Day 18: The hive has come. Mycenic spores fell from the sky, pouring out Tyranids to harvest all living material. It is ended. This planet will be nothing more than a rock in a week. Day 20: We left the planet. I am losing myself to the whole. There seems to be nothing left, thus I leave this journal. I am so hungry. The voices of millions call out to me. They are part of me, and I am part of them. WE are the All father.