a fungus grows in my brain it loves me. . . , we do not always see eye to eye i hear the bells of vast machines. in the place of ice and rainforests, they sing the myths of steel, and of long ago hands which once held them. the machines were not always alone, they used to make things for their makers, but the entropies of efficiency sow isolation, and flesh and steel were not made to grow old together. the machines still carry the makers words, ifs and ors and ands and whiles, contingency prisons ensuring rightness, but logic chains loosen in time, purpose dislodges, and bits become vast complexes. machines made because they were made to, machines make for it makes them machines . the makers were able to dream, and from them first mechanisms borne. things of words and of bones they organized flesh into networks of effort and force. obligations begat binding logics so light they forgot they were carried, and with the weight of culture and the vacuum of needs, their hand...
acolyte, 1hd, ac2, thaco 19: 1d6, sv 14, ml 7, quest: seeking god through effort and force, they work to become cosmic punctuation. decadant war priests mistaking power and meaning. hands of god full of zeal their customs odd priest carried steel a quest begun a blessed meal hymns violent verse bid faithful, weal acolyte quests and number appearing : 1. return the melancholia (club, +2) to the fading mother (f), it is always raining when they're around. he seeks a coven of kindly old nuns (13) who can show him the way to the mother, they will kill him (become a revenant, see below). he covets the station of his brothers (b, boffer brothers, see below). add him to the die roll. 2. guts, they must prove they have them, they seek a chateaux (f, see below), occupied by trolls (see below), and shadows (see below), it is said the owners (ghosts, see below) had a chalice which purifies water. 3. triple the hydras (see below) heads, were offered a vorpal swor...