Post by Insano-Man on Sept 19, 2018 10:00:58 GMT -5
THOSE FIVE FRESH NAMES
In 1311, two additional names were added to the list. Most sects have since admitted them as truth. This came following the conclusion of Operation Dumpster Drop, by both Loonies and Space Loonies working against the Crimson Expanse. Recorded audio and personal accounts have largely confirmed Cult publications on the subject. In all, the list of the Faultless Giants saw its first expansion in several centuries. The following is a formalized addition to the Tome of Meat, which has seen mixed reception across the Cult.
The Tome of Meat, Revelations of the Modern Age, The Whispered Names, Unknown Author, May 4th, 1311 OSC
Feel it. Embrace it. We are unending. We carry on, indomitable, unswept by the ages. Our faith grows, surges, pulses - it has not once been found wanting. Against all, in our darkest hours, we yet still see the true path. We are called, guided by that great divinity, to follow in the treads of its own. We will not allow one name to pass. When we meet them, we will know them.
Remember SWITCHSLIDE SKYJOCKEY, that soul of steel of piercing tongue. Know him for every rise and fall, every ounce of his bravado. Know his grace, as broad as his talents, and as ready as his hands. Feel his undying loyalty as your own, let his spirit buoy your heart. Recall his years of antiquity, bred and built for that final crucible, thrust up by his fellows to greatness he would earn. Know him as a brother, kindred drifting unbroken. Remember that all conviction stands in the shadow of his own.
Remember DRIFTSTONE COCKROACH, that blazing statue that never once chipped or fell. Recall his unbreakable body, will, and truth, that he could never be stopped nor erred. Remember that all who thought he had fallen, all who left him to languish were laid to nothing. Know that he spoke a tongue of meaning, a language of power, and yet said nothing. Know that he returned, to judge, to remember. Remember that all who came before him were singed, and left as dust. Know that he can never be lost.
Remember IRONLUNG SPEEDFINGERS, the howling death on the winds, that juggernaut of pain who could never be silenced. Heed her mastery of the ethereal, her grip and command on all that is not. Fear that hate and rage within her, that retribution against the world that seared her. Know that tragedy she felt, that eternal torment that none could sate. Know that she was empowered, emboldened, enraged in all her lashes. Fear her bite, her venom, her unfaltering stride. She is the truth of anguish, in all its shrieks.
Remember SPINDROP MURDERBRAIN, who rose from nothing to be the first, the only, the truth of his kind. Remember how he writhed in silence, only to claim his voice and name. Remember how he shared his compassion, undefeated, to the wretch who could not last. Remember how he was battered, bore witness to the end of it all, and yet thrived. Recall all his fervor, his comradery, his solidarity in that scornful aftermath. Know him for his truth as a hero, who saw the broken and pulled them to their feet. He is the spirit of that unity, the old guard of family like no other.
Remember HARDSPINE FLEXDIVER, that true champion, that favored son who rose to every challenge. Remember his love for his purpose, his singular path, his dedication. Remember that he pursued it, endlessly, tirelessly, with heart and soul in all he did. Remember that simplicity, his prowess, and capacity for greatness. Know that he saw that final victory twice, that he was denied, and yet rose again. Know his unending hunger, his need, mighty and insatiable. Know that he cannot be stopped, for he alone is the chosen child of that greatest of gospels.
In 1311, two additional names were added to the list. Most sects have since admitted them as truth. This came following the conclusion of Operation Dumpster Drop, by both Loonies and Space Loonies working against the Crimson Expanse. Recorded audio and personal accounts have largely confirmed Cult publications on the subject. In all, the list of the Faultless Giants saw its first expansion in several centuries. The following is a formalized addition to the Tome of Meat, which has seen mixed reception across the Cult.
The Tome of Meat, Revelations of the Modern Age, The Whispered Names, Unknown Author, May 4th, 1311 OSC
Feel it. Embrace it. We are unending. We carry on, indomitable, unswept by the ages. Our faith grows, surges, pulses - it has not once been found wanting. Against all, in our darkest hours, we yet still see the true path. We are called, guided by that great divinity, to follow in the treads of its own. We will not allow one name to pass. When we meet them, we will know them.
Remember SWITCHSLIDE SKYJOCKEY, that soul of steel of piercing tongue. Know him for every rise and fall, every ounce of his bravado. Know his grace, as broad as his talents, and as ready as his hands. Feel his undying loyalty as your own, let his spirit buoy your heart. Recall his years of antiquity, bred and built for that final crucible, thrust up by his fellows to greatness he would earn. Know him as a brother, kindred drifting unbroken. Remember that all conviction stands in the shadow of his own.
Remember DRIFTSTONE COCKROACH, that blazing statue that never once chipped or fell. Recall his unbreakable body, will, and truth, that he could never be stopped nor erred. Remember that all who thought he had fallen, all who left him to languish were laid to nothing. Know that he spoke a tongue of meaning, a language of power, and yet said nothing. Know that he returned, to judge, to remember. Remember that all who came before him were singed, and left as dust. Know that he can never be lost.
Remember IRONLUNG SPEEDFINGERS, the howling death on the winds, that juggernaut of pain who could never be silenced. Heed her mastery of the ethereal, her grip and command on all that is not. Fear that hate and rage within her, that retribution against the world that seared her. Know that tragedy she felt, that eternal torment that none could sate. Know that she was empowered, emboldened, enraged in all her lashes. Fear her bite, her venom, her unfaltering stride. She is the truth of anguish, in all its shrieks.
Remember SPINDROP MURDERBRAIN, who rose from nothing to be the first, the only, the truth of his kind. Remember how he writhed in silence, only to claim his voice and name. Remember how he shared his compassion, undefeated, to the wretch who could not last. Remember how he was battered, bore witness to the end of it all, and yet thrived. Recall all his fervor, his comradery, his solidarity in that scornful aftermath. Know him for his truth as a hero, who saw the broken and pulled them to their feet. He is the spirit of that unity, the old guard of family like no other.
Remember HARDSPINE FLEXDIVER, that true champion, that favored son who rose to every challenge. Remember his love for his purpose, his singular path, his dedication. Remember that he pursued it, endlessly, tirelessly, with heart and soul in all he did. Remember that simplicity, his prowess, and capacity for greatness. Know that he saw that final victory twice, that he was denied, and yet rose again. Know his unending hunger, his need, mighty and insatiable. Know that he cannot be stopped, for he alone is the chosen child of that greatest of gospels.
