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You were a scavenger, venturing into the abandoned depths of the Boiadero underhive to find whatever was valuable enough to sell, be it metal scrap, broken down electronic parts, copper wiring, you even got lucky one time and found a fully functioning lasgun in a dusty old crate a couple years back in a winding, half collapsed subcorridor, which you decided to keep. Despite your occasional luck, the only thing that truly kept you alive was your wits and intuition.
You knew where to look, which old set of abandoned ruins would be most likely to have decent loot, and which ones to avoid, such as those that were rumored to secretly be the home of a new cult, that feasts on human hearts and chant all day and night long in a strange, unnatural tongue. Among many other myriad dangers.
And it was on one of your many scavenging runs when you found the Bible, and you realized that the way you were living was <span class="mu-i">wrong.</span> Not the act of scavenging itself, but just the mere fact that you <span class="mu-i">had</span> to scavenge. Humans weren’t meant to be forced to survive on the scraps left behind by each other, that there was another way. That there was hope, because Jesus loves you, and with His love, anything was possible. Even making the underhive just a little more bearable, a little less hostile and lonely.
And so you’ve decided to spread the word, preach the message of this divine Bible. But to have a flock to guide, you must first have a home. A kind of temple, buried underground here in the underhive. But what is the point of a temple with no parishioners? Finally, you steel yourself and make a decision, confident that God will guide you to the right choice.
>Even someone such as you had a name, what was it? And now that you’ve been born again through the Glory of Christ, what is your new, Christian name?
>Head to the local market and preach to anyone who will listen. It’s nestled in the remains of an old, dried up cistern, and the local gang that runs it keeps it surprisingly safe and clean, at least when compared to the rest of the underhive, so it should be a decent place to begin spreading the Word.
>Contrition and charity without the expectation of reward is what is required of you now. Find those smallest among you, the meekest, the most downtrodden and pathetic, and help them. Give them succor as you find them, give them what little Thrones and food you have. But most importantly, give them true human warmth and kindness that is so, so difficult to find down here in the barren, cold and dark underhive.
>Begin searching for a suitable place to start building your temple. Your eventual flock will need a safe place to rest and pray, and you already have a couple ideas in mind.
>Write in