under new management

members of patricks cabinet have expressed deep concerns for his mental well being and several amendments have been made to our secret dogma to ensure his downfall. the most fully fledged members must battle through blood rite and discrete means of dispatching your peers.

you will need
- bovine fat candle
- match
- letter opener
- wax & stamp

only the most powerful will usurp his seat in the theatre of the cosmos. many peoples will come and go, lands will rise to great peaks and recess to deep quagmires. the ever-expanding conflux of past and present will intertwine in a weave spanning generations in your tenure. all you too weary will reduce to raw carbon, aimlessly drifting away into space. that black void holds no treasures yonder the endless abyss. hold true to your ambitions and speak your incantation to the letter, the accent

you are a golden god, you are oblivion, life and death, a perfect template

some poetry about the void

the ebony abyss betwixt the strands of space and time
beyond the sea of the leaves and trees of salt and fish and brine
at least so speaks the father and the daughters that he bore
who learnt to skiff among the stars and glide forevermore

said not so vacant to be sure to live is to heed well
the words they spoke would promptly choke and send us all to hell

lastly an entry from the grand grimoire written by the prophets hand himself

i miss them, i had this awesome cult my whole life and neglected the power and influence that it granted me and thus came about my downfall. i was far too weak to wield the breadth of these people, these cultists, what have you

i will carry on the rest of my days anxious for the day the dead are tolled and my ancestors seek to rip me through my bed and into the soil, i can only hope that the hands that guide my children are so strong and soft as yours

i pray into the early morning for your respite and happiness, for good luck

i drink into the early morning for my respite and abatement