Cultist Simulator

Despair, the wolf that devours thought, devoured me.

I no longer have any idea what is real, and what is not.

I honoured my agreement, but I did not have a friend.

I gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. I will not grow old.

I walked behind the Watchman. I will not grow old.

I dedicated myself to the mysteries of birth, blood and appetite.

I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.

I dedicated myself to the understanding of the Light that leaks from a fiercer place.

I conjured a creature from beyond the skin of the world.

The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls.

Speech may not pass the White Door, but I may.

I have answered the riddle of the Stag Door, and am counted among the Know.

I have made the necessary sacrifice to enter the Mansus through the Spider Door.

It has pleased the Peacock Door to yield to my entry.

The Sun has his course, and so do I.

I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.

I cast a believer onto the Lantern's path.

I was lost to another I's glory