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(Boredom, listening to Shadow on the Sun, and seeing not many people knew about it led me to wanting to write a random blurb for the tabletop rpg ‘Armageddon: End Time” (By Eden Studios) a setting where Heaven, Hell, old forgotten Gods, and most of humanity unite to fight against an Eldritch horror trying to rewrite reality by taking human souls and forcing humanity to worship it. None of the art is mine.)
The unholy one, puppet of Leviathan, the Dark Apostle, spreads his influence throughout the world, creating a violent, poisonous religion that forces others to join, or suffer. He proclaims the words of Leviathan, the only horror that could make even Satan feel fear. He takes the heart of all and turns them to the worship of an abomination beyond our worst imaginings, something that even God wanted banished from our universe.
But now his prophet has arrived, and the world itself is ready to rip itself apart and be devoured by Leviathan.
No one, not even the Angels, know if this was the first attempt, or exactly when Leviathan slipped into our world. But they do know that its influence was around even before the physical form of its prophet was born. it was slowly tipping things in its favor by causing madness, insanity, mass murders, shootings, hatred. It never forced people to do it, allowing them to damn themselves instead and slowly pushing the world to fall away from what it once was, helping Humanity to push its way away from its creators and into the arms of Leviathan as it spread its cults throughout the world, influencings powerful groups, CEOs, and gaining more power, until it was able to take over several countries and corporations, and begin its work. Making himself known throughout the world he performed unholy miracles, and made many fall for his own cult of personality, that they could worship him and give him and Leviathan more power. Eventually he established his own Church and made himself the head of it. The Church of Revelations.
In that time, before the war truly began, the Dark Prophet spread his influence and caused riots, anarchy, destabilization within many of the nations that could be a threat to its plans..then the war phase initiated as the Dark Prophet attacked. NATO was broken, Russia was sent into retreat, the allies fell back to England, while other nations were left destabilized with one issue or another. Soon, the Dark Apostle had taken Rome, and dared the Angels to kick him out of his territory, by killing the Pope and sending his soul to the mouth of Leviathan.
Then the Angels came….and they lost. Hosts of Angels were killed before the eyes of the world and many decided to end their own lives then and there rather than see the endwar that came next. The world was in chaos, and it looked as if England would be the next nation to fall to Leviathan…until there was a crack of thunder, and lightning brought down enemy planes. Hope came in the form of Gods who were no longer worshipped, deciding to throw their lot in with humanity.
Even though the Angels had suffered a terrible loss, many other gods, spirits, and ancient sprites, had come to aid us, and give Humanity a fighting chance. Battlefields are now won by soldiers, Gods, Spirits, Angels and others fighting together against the drones, soldiers, and abominations of the Church of Revelations.
(Some of the Angels are absolute show-offs. But at least it draws enemy fire on the battlefield, and they can certainly take a tank round and shrug it off. Most trust them more than they do Demons, even if the demons swear they are here to help.)
Most of Europe is gone. The Middle East is lost with only scattered bands of resistance fighters from all three Abrahamic faiths fighting to keep the light of hope alive, as the Dark Apostle squeezes his grip upon it and sings the praises of Leviathan. No one likes to talk about what goes on in occupied territory, monsters walking the streets, secret camps. Prayers being sent to Leviathan and bringing it ever closer to our world.
The Army of Revalation and its living nightmares have opened up other fronts now, in Africa, In Asia, (With China and India being that region’s best hope against the COR) and in South America, where the AoR is slowly but surely pushing its way up towards Mexico. The COR’s technology is advancing at an astonishing rate. In many ways, it seems as if we cannot keep up. Its obvious they are being given aid by a mind far superior to humans. Hacking attacks are common and force many Allied nations to go low tech to mitigate the damage, their planes outclass our own, they have monsters that can take on a tank singlehandedly and for the first time in its history, North America suffers air raids. At night Stealth bombers from the CoR assault the continent, and Allied air forces do their best to keep the enemy from striking civilian populations centers, but military installations and tactically important areas always get priority protection.
Around the globe we are fighting them tooth and nail, with many choosing death rather than surrender or capture, with everything we have. For the first time, nearly all of humanity is fighting under one banner. We fight under the auspices of the United Nations, but its really just a banner we can all get behind.
We all know what is at stake. If we fail, we could be wiped out from existence, a complete species wide genocide. Or the Earth could be turned into a massive farm where Leviathan stuffs its maw full of human souls forever, unleashing horrors beyond comprehension, just for its own amusement.
But if that is to be our fate, then we are going to earn that torture by pissing off Leviathan as much as we can and fighting the CoR for every last scrap of land, air, and sea.
———- Earth-2020.
Fighting occurs throughout the world, on many fronts. Food is becoming more difficult to get, and rationing is now standard, with some fighting over food coupons. No one wants to count how many have died fighting everywhere.
A push by the Allied forced has seen heavy fighting in France, attempting to build up a buffer zone to keep Army of Revelation forces from further attacks on England. It has met with limited success. Resistance fighters in Germany are slowly beginning to steal technological secrets from the CoR and smuggle it out to Allies spies, with one lucky hacker managing to turn a flight of AoR drones against its own airbases.
Archangels duke it out in the skies with winged horrors and screaming nightmares, as Fighter Jets fly in support, and satellites are being aided by gods to keep up what ever advantage allied forces have.
The battle in Asia is still a stalemate, as the COR desperately wants to take the entire region there, but North America has managed to push and liberate territory all the way to the Panama Canal.
Things look grim, but there is still a chance. So long as a single spark of hope remains, we will not go quietly into the night.
There isn’t much left now. People are hungry, cold, sick, uttering prayers to a God that might not be there, praying for just one more day, one more meal, for the Leviathan and its forces to be defeated.But all the same we do everything we can. We fight hem tooth and nail, every last man, woman child, very Angel, every Demon, every Spirit, and anything else that doesn’t want to surrender the world to the Leviathan.
But something more is needed. A strike team of the best that each group (Humans, demons, Angels, old gods, spirits,) can offer. Something to help tip the balance with a variety of abilities. You could be part of that team, showing that together, with all our differences, we are stronger than the forces of Leviathan, and together we can banish that nightmare back to whatever hole it crawled out of. There is no shortage of ways you can help. No shortage of battlefields.
Pick your team, pick your gear, pick your battlefield, and do your best. We are all counting on you.
Rage, brothers and sisters of humanity. Rage against the Dying of the Light. Bring it back, and use the light to burn Leviathan.
(if nothing else, I hope you had a fun time reading this and managed to kill some time.)
Mother Scarab dedicates her life to the nocturnal rituals of the monastery.
Blessed be the flesh that sings to the sisters.
Jesse Pinkman, Walter White, Breaking Bad
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changing "CEO" to "employee" to try to coax sympathy from the working class by insinuating it was one of us killed by senseless violence, instead of who she was as one of the biggest reasons its near impossible to purchase a home today, is ghastly.
[OC] a witch and the lovecraftian monster she summoned by accident 🔮🐙♡ (witch OC belongs to @ greenmoonie on twitter! and the eldritch moster girl is my new baby)
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it is done. everyone come look at it. maybe shout at the op on twitter about it. make me internet famous.
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Teli walnut phone (Sweden, 1985)
Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.
This reminds me of the blood river in Antarctica. For like a century scientists had no clue why this river looked like, acted like, and felt exactly like blood. Turns out it’s just really high in iron.
"Blood River in Antartica" yeah right there's no way a river looks like bl-
...nevermind
I love teaching my students about the blood river.
let's go back to what OP was saying.
Wooden and stone tools in geological layers that far far far far pre-date humans. Long extinct animals perfectly preserved, lifelike, in layers too recent. Wind whistling over a canyon in a way that almost sounds like human singing... Or screaming. Sites far too regular to be natural but far too old to be man made, with zero tool marks or other signs of human activity. Writing in the rocks, writing that's clearly definitely zero question writing but no way for there to have been an author. Archaeological sites at the bottoms of seas and deep lakes, in places that have never seen any light. Mining equipment ready for use, waiting for miners, in caverns where people have never been.
first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line
second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all
third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below
fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?
fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves
sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it
seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him
eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night
ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that i’ve suggested it he’s really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him
tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lord’s city i realize i won’t be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lord’s head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lord’s camp he already would have. that doesn’t change the fact that my men are still trapped. they’re prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk
eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lord’s room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. don’t ask what i was doing in my loser liege lord’s room. it’s not important
twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leader’s second-in-command. IT’S THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORD’S WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says “wouldn’t you like to know” and leaves. i don’t know what to say to that so i just let him go
thirteenth day as a second century warlord i’m honestly so sick of not knowing what’s going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the women’s area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lord’s wife is. i ask her what she’s doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leader’s formation’s weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poem’s significance. she shares the first couplet with me but i’m discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesn’t need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it’s the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme
fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesn’t trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if that’s really true, because i can’t bear to live if i can’t protect him and i can’t protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader
fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and they’d like to stay with him if i don’t mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don’t tell them that
sixteenth day as a second century warlord i’m preparing to leave to i don’t know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where i’m going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he’s truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horses’ tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why
I keep thinking about this section from the new The Conspiracy release. Naturally they leave the door open to be used on whatever way the Handler wishes, but they otherwise really leave the Lloigor untouched to the point of implying they are on the decline or falling dormant. Then they immediately in the next section directly state that the Mi-Go are for all purposes the major antagonist for The Conspiracy. They picked a faction they really wanted to flesh out, dedicate the bulk of the text to them, but leave a lot of room for you to figure out the rest.
Which just gets me thinking about the amount of freedom I actually have in rewriting and recontextualizing everything about the Lloigor if I wanted to use them as the major antagonists in an 80s guide. I've always maintained that an 80s setting should be all about immiseration, alienation, and decay-- and honestly the Lloigor are kind of the perfect entities to serve as the major antagonists for those themes.
Hell, maybe *something about the events of the 80s* in Delta Green's forgotten cowboy era history is responsible for the Lloigors relative decline.
If you’re looking for some more Lloigor related material I would wholeheartedly recommend reading into “The Labyrinth”, one of the villain factions in it incorporate the Lloigor in a really excellent way.

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The Fall of the House of Usher (1960) ; dir. Roger Corman