@RL_Dane @kornel that's not a religion, it's an effin cult, run, run run, don't look back, don't you dare looking back, you hear the chant of "ssssafety" "blazingly fast", but in the pit of your stomach, you get this queasy feeling, something isn't right, behind those smiling faces, your unconscious must have puzzled together that something isn't quite like you thought. You get overwhelmed by the need to get out of there, but when you reach the huge church doors, but they are locked, and you turn around trying to find another way, but the floorboards creak, and all you see is some guy with an absolutely wrong smile closing in on you, your mind fogs over and the last words you hear is cargo, before your memory runs full because the church depended on 800 packages and filled your memory with garbage.

From the annulls of C. Ompiler, dread and sneaking cleverness, the eldritch horror of Ferris Curabolla.