- Oct 26, 2017
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For various reasons I'm spending part of my weeks lately playing on a 12 year old Windows XP laptop, and replaying the early Thief games inspired this idea:
Thief Gold/Thief II: The Metal Age
Thief Gold/Thief II: The Metal Age
The Mechanist Order are seeking the secrets of Life itself. The grand scheme of Karras to purify the city by cleansing it of all living things and creating a Builder's Paradise for his machines lacks only a true understanding of the 'spark' of life... With it the machines could be eternal, without it they are doomed to an eventual cascade of replication errors... So the Mechanists experiment on people, women mostly, but not exclusively, creating machines and machine-augments for themselves, to probe and fornicate and impregnate.
They strive to variously induce or attempt to mimic orgasms via mechanistic means because while the debate quietly continues about whether they're necessary to achieving the 'spark' or not, the word of Karras is very clear that they must be. And all must hear the words of Karras.
The Pagans have seen what is coming; their rituals portend the dark future that the Mechanists are striving toward. They jealously guard the secrets of the 'spark' of life, knowing it but not truly understanding it themselves... They know a war is inevitable though, and they'll need warriors to fight it. So the Pagans seek to capture men, luring them with honeypots, ensnaring them in vines bewitched to the purpose of milking their seed from them; clouding their minds with endless lustful fantasies to better drain them.
The seed is pumped, sap-like, into hosts of their volunteer breeders, the gestation process is then boosted and their labours eased by a combination of witchcraft and hermetics. The product of these efforts are strong, mindless, but wild and lustful warriors of mutiple gender varieties, many with unpredictable plant-like features. These new cultivars are imperfect, but they'll fight.
The Order of the Hammer stand uncomfortably in the eye of the growing storm, unable to bring themselves to repress their wayward Mechanist brethren, but equally unable to side with the corruptive forces of Paganism... A corrosion is setting in here too though. As the societal bonds are breaking down all around them, more and more Hammerites are finding ways to exploit the "rescued" victims of their two adversaries, their technologies and alchemicals, to satisfy their own lusts and perversions. While the corrosion spreads ever faster the Order's efforts turn increasingly toward simply maintaining the facade of normality; while behind closed doors, in rich chambers and dank cells alike, all manner of debaucheries are taking place.
The city's nobility fund this particular corrosion, ever ready to descend into wanton depravity the moment an opportunity to do so presents itself. The more excessive and lascivious these activities become, the more lavishly they spend. On paper the Order has never been this extravagantly wealthy.
They strive to variously induce or attempt to mimic orgasms via mechanistic means because while the debate quietly continues about whether they're necessary to achieving the 'spark' or not, the word of Karras is very clear that they must be. And all must hear the words of Karras.
The Pagans have seen what is coming; their rituals portend the dark future that the Mechanists are striving toward. They jealously guard the secrets of the 'spark' of life, knowing it but not truly understanding it themselves... They know a war is inevitable though, and they'll need warriors to fight it. So the Pagans seek to capture men, luring them with honeypots, ensnaring them in vines bewitched to the purpose of milking their seed from them; clouding their minds with endless lustful fantasies to better drain them.
The seed is pumped, sap-like, into hosts of their volunteer breeders, the gestation process is then boosted and their labours eased by a combination of witchcraft and hermetics. The product of these efforts are strong, mindless, but wild and lustful warriors of mutiple gender varieties, many with unpredictable plant-like features. These new cultivars are imperfect, but they'll fight.
The Order of the Hammer stand uncomfortably in the eye of the growing storm, unable to bring themselves to repress their wayward Mechanist brethren, but equally unable to side with the corruptive forces of Paganism... A corrosion is setting in here too though. As the societal bonds are breaking down all around them, more and more Hammerites are finding ways to exploit the "rescued" victims of their two adversaries, their technologies and alchemicals, to satisfy their own lusts and perversions. While the corrosion spreads ever faster the Order's efforts turn increasingly toward simply maintaining the facade of normality; while behind closed doors, in rich chambers and dank cells alike, all manner of debaucheries are taking place.
The city's nobility fund this particular corrosion, ever ready to descend into wanton depravity the moment an opportunity to do so presents itself. The more excessive and lascivious these activities become, the more lavishly they spend. On paper the Order has never been this extravagantly wealthy.
