Renard Breen must not be allowed to reproduce.

I am Korluus, the Emerging, the Keeper of Relois.

I was conducting further experiments in the improvement of the cardio-pulmonary system through synthetic augmentation of the lungs and heart by injected fiber reinforcement. I was endeavoring to discover whether or not there was a significant difference in the survival rates of subjects undergoing the treatment (involving the direct injection of a heated liquid fiber compound into the lining of the lungs and heart) who have been allowed limited pain relief and those who are allowed no pain relief at all.

While so engaged, I received an urgent notice on my monitor. When I answered, I heard nothing more than labored breathing and therefore disconnected the line. The monitor almost immediately notified me of another call. An unfamiliar voice asked me if something called a "refrigerator" was running. I presumed that this referred to my cooling unit and therefore I replied that it seemed to be operating within acceptable limits. This person replied that if that was so then I should "catch it," and then disconnected the line. Before I had even pierced the next subject's sternum with the needle, my monitor called again. This time the same voice asked if I "had Prince Albert in a can." Upon accessing my records, I found that in point of fact an "Albert" had been killed by the plague in the first wave of deaths, but that his remains had been dissected and disposed of several solar shifts later. I discussed this fact with the caller and described the dismemberment process slowly and in great detail to him; he seemed to be at a loss for words and did not interrupt me again.

Apparently, my caller was this "Renard Breen" creature. I have sent my Arc Priests on a full sweep of the surrounding territory with orders to detain and sterilize him before he can do any damage to the genetic pool.

Also, I found that the endorphins produced by the pain response aid in proper bonding. I have therefore ceased to use anesthetic in this procedure. I do find the screaming to be distracting.

I am Korluus, the Emerging, the Keeper of Relois.

Addiction and Power

I am Korluus, the Emerging, the Keeper of Relois

I find, upon reading some of the posts from the other contributors to this board, that many of you, except, perhaps, Alicia Fenn, misunderstand the proper application of force in order to achieve dominance. Power is only useful when it is properly wielded, in the proper proportions and at the proper times.

Fools, like my dear little Finnias, who feel themselves invincible are much less dangerous than the wise who understand their vulnerabilities. And we are all vulnerable in some form or another, either to each other or to our enemies. If I myself acquired this much power, then someone else can as well. They might even acquire more than I have, if I let them.

Therefore, you must give the people something they desire more than your own destruction, something they will pursue rather than you. You must give them an addiction, and enough hope that they will live to see that addiction fulfilled at least one more time. They will yearn, they will strive, they will kill, bleed, and die for it, and if you control what they “need”, you will in turn control them. The best puppets are the ones who never realize they are puppets at all.

There is no god but Relois.
There is no truth but Relois.
The Keeper is Relois and Relois is the Keeper.
To serve the Keeper is to serve Relois is the end of existence.
The gift of the Keeper to the Faithful will be Sufficient Moderation.
Sufficient Moderation will be achieved.

Feh! Nonsense! All of it! But with the proper application of fear and my chemical encouragement, they believe it!

Of course, there are times when “blatancy” is called for, but all too often for every one you kill, you awaken three others. Look carefully before you take such a risk. If you do not, rest assured that someone—possibly myself—will make you pay for your folly.

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Cattle, Chattel, and We Who Command Them

I am old, I am young. I am the world of Relois and Relois exists for me. I live to press her forward, ever forward, towards perfection and beyond. She is my footstool, my fodder, my aid in my evolution to perfection, and through me, to reach perfection herself.

As a part of Relois, you exist to serve me in my quest. You have no hopes but the perfection of Relois. You have no dreams but the perfection of Relois. You have no life apart from the perfection of Relois. You exist to serve me in my quest.

I call on the progressive powers of the worlds to come forth and join me. Speak your minds here, open your world to me, that I may perfect them as well.

I am Korluus. I am becoming a god.