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The Death CultThe Beginning of the End "Behold a pale horse: his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him." You could say I came to Ridleybank on a pilgrimage. To see Malton and die. I don't think the people of Malton or the outside world really realize what's happening. Maybe it's because the biblical Resurrection wasn't exactly what they were expecting. That's probably why they're all still too busy running around screaming. Meanwhile, we figured it out: this is New Jerusalem. If you don't mind taking the big plunge and dying, this new existence ain't all bad. The after-parties tend to be pretty dead, but really it's the getting there that's the interesting part. So, as long as my brain won't rot from all the abuse the outdated hardware will be getting in the coming days as it tries to cope with the new paradigm, I'm going to spend the rest of my days both living and dead. I guess that makes me one of the chosen ones. Hallelujah, baby. Welcome to Malton.
"Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous." In their corporate greed, Necrotech sought the cure for death. Of course, they wanted it for their own purposes, only to grow rich and powerful. Unfortunately for them, the primal force of death proved too powerful to contain within laboratories, with research and syringes. Their solution for death escaped them and soon turned the streets of Malton into a charnel house. Now we take the fruits of their labour and exploit them at the dawn of this new age. Once freed from those greedy corporate hands, Necrotech's revival technology comes together with the apocalyptic scourge they'd unleashed to give us a new way of existence which transcends the traditional boundaries of our mortal forms. Now we the people rise to bring this force of liberation to one and all.
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men, just want to watch the world burn." One day the ranks of the survivors will be too thin. One day their desperation will be too keen. The resistance will buckle and all will accept the gift of death. There will be no life in this city and we will all be left to shamble in pantsless glory for all eternity. And one day every city will be like Malton.
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