The Demon’s Wrest Chronicles 

            I have discovered, hidden within the scriptures of the Living God a number of mysteries. I have also discovered a number of things which it was intended that we should know. These thoughts, although placed within the open for us to discover are often misunderstood or even ignored by those of our ilk gifted with presumed wisdom. However, there is a fact which those of us who have played any RPG are well aware, wisdom and intelligence are not the same attribute.

        Truly we as a race of creation have become quite intelligent. The infrastructure which we have placed about ourselves to manage the temperature of our dwellings, workplaces and conveyances represent only one small portion of the complex and intricate system of helps that permeate our civilization . With gossamer wings of super-science and master works of creativity wrapped about our fragile technical and advanced existence we go about the actions which we see as necessary or needful on a daily basis. Seemingly unaware of the razors edge upon which the myriad components which make up our society operate, teetering upon the actions of a world led by the short sighted and self centered. Someone neglects to pay for their resources as the system has prescribed. Another group responds by withholding various commodities critical to the continued status quo. Financial markets respond with tremors of confusion and signals of the beginnings of insulating themselves from harm. Food becomes short in areas where so many have neither the capacity nor the will to see to their own sustenance. Dominoes begin to topple. 

        Sometimes I marvel at the civilizations which have gone before ours. Some greater than ours, by the reckoning of available information to support a presumed historical record, in the sense of initial creativity. The notion being that it is far greater a thing to be the one to build the first primitive  spark of civilization than to have simply refined your model upon the backs of the countless ghosts which trod before. Insightful and creative minds will build upon the successes of their predecessors and the result can become greater than the parts could dare assume. However, a scientific principle that I remember from my earliest days in college comes to mind, “Garbage in… Garbage out.” When the creators of a system ignore elements of the model upon which they create their new example then they are doomed to fabricate the flawed and untenable. When we build a model civilization upon lies, propaganda and ignorance then we reap the recipe of corruption.

       It has been said that the Earth is billions of years old and the universe older still. It has been suggested that all of the species and conditions which exist upon the planet and within the environs about it are completely random. It has been suggested that mankind has no soul and that we are simply genetic constructs much like those which we once formed to practice the menial tasks which we have forgotten the barest of technical details. Yet I say to you that mankind is more than he has let himself down to. Not more than he once was, but certainly more than he would have his peers believe. And why this great lie? Why suggest that random happenstance is our forefather? Simply this if a lie is whispered in the morning light the truth, though shouted throughout the day, shall never be accepted as anything but an opinion. The truth which I speak to you now wells up from antiquity and though presumed dead it is very much alive. For I have read its pages of enlightened grace and tried it mathematically and logically and yet have I been unable to disprove these mysteries.

       I see mankind in his true dawn as a marvelous work of creation capable of so very much. Capable of falling from heights which we cannot begin to comprehend yet rising to forge ahead against all odds. Determined and brave in the face of the enemy, fighting for life and hope with faith as a bulwark against calamity and despair.  In this, the perceived final hour of mankind I bring hope to those that perish at the hands of the soulless and the wicked. Original man will return and right that which he first brought to calamity not with the coming of the Collossi, but rather in his departure from his origin. A sanctuary where we once walked among Him; Mindanto, calling to Him in the morning as dew rolled from the leaves of this loveliest of habitats. We shall once again return to this place and when we do the discovery of Eden will be overwhelmed by the arrival of original man.

                                         Excerpt: Departure Statements  – Samueal T. Glenn, Minister New Testament Brotherhood (circa 6932)

                                                                            33 minutes before the jump from earth