Cultist Simulator

I dedicated myself to the Hours of struggle and conquest.

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I dedicated myself to the fire that changes and remakes.

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

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I dedicated myself to the drumbeat which can never end.

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I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.

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

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I dedicated myself to chaos, and the unexpected Hours.

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I dedicated myself to the study of the five Histories, and their thousand demi-real branches.

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I dedicated myself to the silence that comes and the cold that ends.

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My trial was contentious. But thanks to the Inspector, here I am.

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Now we are scholars of the heart.

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She ensures I have sweet dreams.

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It is hard to tell, with him, whether to laugh or cry.

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Our heartbeats quicken together.

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The Corrivality is the world's engine.

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My body died. Perhaps my spirit entered the Mansus.

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Despair, the wolf that devours thought, devoured me.

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We dream the same pink dreams.

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I may give him his reward.

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I am well repaid.

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I don't think it really qualifies as a cadaver, so much as a souvenir.

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We find, we think, a way.

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He is the melody of love, and I hear him now.

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The opposite of battle is death.

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I was consumed, but another I rose higher

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I was devoured, but another I rose higher

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I was lost to another I's glory

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I wrestled the Forge to victory. I will not grow old.

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We wrestled the Forge to victory. We will not grow old.

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

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

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I have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall I cease.

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We have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall we cease.

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In the Fifth History alone, I will rise like a wave and hood myself to mark what I have become.

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

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

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I have become something winged, dark and undying; something that no longer exists.

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We have become something winged, dark and undying; something that no longer exists.

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I carry the colours of lost Hours with me like a coal of rosy fire.

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He thanks me afterwards.

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I couldn't risk them picking up the trail again.

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'I have one very specific recommendation for the contract...'

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NO RECKONERS, NO EXCEPTIONS.

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Somehow I can't stop thinking about it...

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I've been poor, I've been rich, and I've learnt that I'd rather be rich.

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There's a lot of the world, and it's not all mapped yet.

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That is enough.

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I am drunk with her.

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We seem a suited pair.

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I would not say it ended badly.

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Our home is littered with his notes.

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Life is not easy with her.

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Our flesh may tire. We may grow old. But I will not regret.

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She wants very much to be found.

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Any student of Histories knows: as within, so without. One way or another.

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We are happy, I think.

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One by one we douse the flames.

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

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

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The Wolf and all the wandering flames will feast.

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I worked. I slaved. I lived a sort of life.

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I will be honoured by my peers. And then, one day, I'll die.

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I am a successful trophy.

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Our house is home to fluttering things.

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

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

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

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

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

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I sharpened a believer to their deadliest Edge.

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I shaped a mighty believer from the fires of the Forge.

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I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.

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I drew a believer to the endless Dance of the Heart.

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I forged a believer into a true instrument of Knock.

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I cast a believer onto the Lantern's path.

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I led a believer to the Wood of the Moth.

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

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