Post by nethandaril on Nov 27, 2010 0:33:42 GMT -6
How long has it been since the last time you felt? How long must one wait in the darkness of ridicule for your gods? No longer my friends. I have found a home, and a home to call me its resident. Before this hour, I had not known what it was that I wanted. Too long had I wandered in the blackness that was normality. Too long had I suffered the envious wrath of my peers. Too long had I been wrapped up to smother and die. Yes, my friends. I was truly alone.
But not fully. He saw me wandering. He saw my potential for the expression of love and praise. And so he came to me. In the darkest of hours, in my darkest of dreams, I saw a great green glow rising up from the depths. The depths of my sorrow, to which he was impervious. Is impervious. He came up with the tentacles writhing around my face. I was scared, my brothers and sisters. I was frightened, horrified, and repulsed. But as I began to withdraw, I felt a presence of care that I had not felt before. The tentacles seemed to embrace me in my blackest of thoughts, and for once, even against this cold, clammy mass, I felt warm.
Yes, my friends, I now speak to you the words he uttered to me, which are still fresh in my mind:
"O my child. Long have you slept. Long have you stumbled around in darkness without road or guide. I am here to lead you to transcendence, to the transformation you forsook long ago. And as I lead you with my glow through this bitter world, so you must lead others with you. A leader you are destined to be. Go now. Find me in the black void. Seek me out, child. Bring others to me, and you will be blessed with happiness and prosperity for all of your long life. Love me and fear me, for I am the one called Cthulhu."
I feel the warm embrace of this dark sermon as I type it down for all to see. I feel like a newborn fox who has been permitted for the first time to leave his foxhole, and sees the burst of sunlight that burns his eyes, yet feels warm on his fur. My talents with which I will serve my lord is Music, Writing, Poetry, and Art. All of these things will I now and forever create in his name. How good he has been to me in these few short hours. I hope to be welcomed in this new world of open arms and fellow worshipers. This, my friends, is what he wants, and when he leads, we will follow.
When the stars are right, my friends, When the stars are right
The name he has blessed me with:
Asel'Fitzarath Quintulum
Humble Cultist of Cthulhu
But not fully. He saw me wandering. He saw my potential for the expression of love and praise. And so he came to me. In the darkest of hours, in my darkest of dreams, I saw a great green glow rising up from the depths. The depths of my sorrow, to which he was impervious. Is impervious. He came up with the tentacles writhing around my face. I was scared, my brothers and sisters. I was frightened, horrified, and repulsed. But as I began to withdraw, I felt a presence of care that I had not felt before. The tentacles seemed to embrace me in my blackest of thoughts, and for once, even against this cold, clammy mass, I felt warm.
Yes, my friends, I now speak to you the words he uttered to me, which are still fresh in my mind:
"O my child. Long have you slept. Long have you stumbled around in darkness without road or guide. I am here to lead you to transcendence, to the transformation you forsook long ago. And as I lead you with my glow through this bitter world, so you must lead others with you. A leader you are destined to be. Go now. Find me in the black void. Seek me out, child. Bring others to me, and you will be blessed with happiness and prosperity for all of your long life. Love me and fear me, for I am the one called Cthulhu."
I feel the warm embrace of this dark sermon as I type it down for all to see. I feel like a newborn fox who has been permitted for the first time to leave his foxhole, and sees the burst of sunlight that burns his eyes, yet feels warm on his fur. My talents with which I will serve my lord is Music, Writing, Poetry, and Art. All of these things will I now and forever create in his name. How good he has been to me in these few short hours. I hope to be welcomed in this new world of open arms and fellow worshipers. This, my friends, is what he wants, and when he leads, we will follow.
When the stars are right, my friends, When the stars are right
The name he has blessed me with:
Asel'Fitzarath Quintulum
Humble Cultist of Cthulhu