Antinomic Corruption
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Corruption levels
The currently known lowest to highest message ranges are as follows:
Level | Commune |
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Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. You struggle to apprehend the dread intricacy of <godling>'s emanations and movements. | |
Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. After a moment, you discern the luminous green supersoul of <godling> encircling you possessively. | |
Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. After a moment, you begin to apprehend the honeycombed green of <godling>'s divinity everywhere and in everything around you. | |
Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. After a moment, you begin to apprehend the bright morass of divinity that is <godling>, surreally near and far at the same time. | |
Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. After a moment, you feel the ambrosial breath of <godling> at your nape, unwavering and immortal. | |
Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. After a moment, you feel the singular, all-too-penetrating attention of <godling> tickling your sensorium. | |
Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. After a moment, you recognize the intangible lines of divinity impressed upon your personality. <godling> wallows in crippled finitude, forever entangled with you | |
Your senses war against themselves in a vicious cycle before some cryptic threshold is met. After a moment, you see your self-image superimposed by that of <godling>. Paranoia and solace both dwell within the vision, for you find your every thought and emotion reflected in nearly perfect synchrony. | |
50% | Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. You marvel at the rapturous presence of <godling> closer than your own skin, at how it has prospered as a result of your diligent efforts. |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. You gaze back into <godling>'s profound scrutiny all the while it chafes at the truths of its circumscribed existence. | |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see a vision of <godling> as an amorphous, animalian wraith composed of jade-green mist who is forever facing you. | |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see yourself standing in the shadow of a giant: a shifting, fog-shrouded chimera whose animal portions are indiscernible. Triptychs of light shatter and reform perpetually about it. | |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see a vision of tentacular jade mists caressing and enfolding Elanthia in the embrace of <godling>. | |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see a vision of <godling>, a beauty mark on the flesh of Abiding. | |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see a vision of <godling>, an encroaching, falsifying bruise on the flesh of Abiding. | |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see a vision of <godling>, its terrible gravitas a dip in the fabric of Abiding. You witness as the archaic planar laws become threadbare and snarled. | |
Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see a vision of <godling> embedded into the plane like so many deep roots, fracturing its pillars with godspun lawfare and making contradictions of its rules. | |
100% | Your empowered godling calls out to you in your own voice, and you answer. After a moment, you see a vision of <godling>, a great jade stake driven through several wounded, violated planes. Nothing short of a pet deity at your back, you are delirious with divine authority! |