Letter Archangeli Leaflet #1

[Noodle]

ARCHANGELI LEAFLET #1​

As you walk past a trash can, the dim glow of a flickering light barely illuminates the crumpled leaflet resting on top. Its torn edges suggest deliberate wear, as if time itself has tried to erase the enigmas it holds. As you place your gaze upon the weathered paper, a sudden chill grips the air, and the surroundings seem to hush in reverence. As the words unfold before your eyes, it's as though the very essence of the clandestine order whispers into your ears, compelling you to tread cautiously. Each word seems to pull you further into a trance-like state, an eerie embrace by a clandestine force. With every passing line, the grip tightens, the unknown tightening its embrace as if beckoning you to venture into the depths of its mystery



The words on the leaflet read​

WORRY NOT CITIZEN

NOS SUMUS
ARCHANGELI
SILENTII VERITATIS ET MORTIS

I. DO NOT SEEK US FOR WE WILL SEEK YOU
II. UTTER NOT OUR NAME IN VAIN FOR WHISPERS BREED HEARSAY
III. WE WILL CLEANSE THE ANTI-SOCIAL COLLECTIVE FOR ITS BETRAYAL AND SINS AGAINST THE TRUTH

SILENTIUM ORDO NORTIS
PRINCIPES VERITATIS​

On the backside of the leaflet, a few sentences, as if written with black charcoal, could be read

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Spoiler: Curiosity beckons. Do you flip it around for more information?

TIME DOES NOT ERASE US.
TIME DOES NOT ERASE TRUTH.
FOR THE CRUSADE AGAINST ALL SINNERS OF ANTI-SOCIAL BEHAVIOR SHALL MEET OUR GODS AND THUS THEIR DESTINY.
CORRUPTION IS A SIN.
______________
THE PARADOXICAL CYCLE OF SINS IS WITHIN OUR SOCIETY.
FOR THEY WHO HOLD POWER- SMALL AND BIG - ARE SINNERS.
FORM GROUPS & SEEK THE CLANDESTINE TRUTH.
WE WILL BE BACK.
______________
WE WILL EXPOSE THE PROTECTED ANTI-SOCIAL ELEMENTS OF OUR SOCIETY
FOR THEY ARE A HINDRANCE TO TRUTH.
LET THE PURGATORY COMMENCE.
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MEMENTO MORI - REMEMBER THAT YOU WILL DIE.
CONFESS WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

SINCERELY YOURS,
THE ARCHANGELI ORDER​

Beneath the fervent declarations, a cryptic message unfolds in delicate cursive as if personally written. The words seem to dance on the edge of comprehension, inviting only the most curious souls to decipher the enigmatic riddle concealed within the shadows of fanaticism.​

Within the collaborators' grasp, where power takes lead,
In the heart of the city, where orders breed,
Our vision for the future,
devoutly begun.
From anti-social whispers to politicians in the sun.

Yet, in plain sight, none can truly see.

Fear not the silence, embrace the unknown,
In every faction, our influence has grown.

Who are we, in enigma's shroud,
Seek us out, and you shall find​

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[George]

what

 

[Neonity]

honestly same

 

[Blitz]

minor spelling mistake

 

[Lost Coast Chanties]

The Sigmas have arrived

 

[ShadoWiz4rd]

The Sigmas have arrived

The Rizzler has arrived and his sigma stat is maxxed!

 

[Inspector Orlok]

 

[Cengiz]

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[ZeroPants]

A 6'2" blue suit sprints about the city, crouching atop piles of trash before rummaging through the pile for anything that could be broken down.

Once the blue suit finishes digging through a pile, the bags of trash in the pile suddenly disappear into thin air, and all that remains in its place is a single empty can of Breen water, as soon as this happens, the bluesuit quickly stands and remains in place for a few moments.

You stare at the man in confusion, making sure you keep your distance. What is this man doing? How is this man able to make entire piles of trash disappear? Why is he standing still? Where did the can come from?

All of a sudden, you hear what sound like the sounds of hammers hitting metal and glue being squeezed out of a tube, yet the man remains still.

After ten agonizing seconds of listening to these strange sounds, the sounds cease and the bluesuit pulls a bulky 1999 computer monitor from his suitcase, placing it on the ground. Upon doing this, the bluesuit crouches down and picks up the empty water can, he holds it in his hand for a moment before you once again hear the sounds of hammers hitting metal. The man somehow transmutes the tin can into a chunk of plastic before your very eyes.

As soon as the tin can is transmuted into a chunk of plastic, you hear a strange electronic tune coming from the man.

Spoiler: Strange tune

As the tune plays, the man quickly picks up the bulky computer monitor from the ground before packing it back into his suitcase. You think about stepping forward to ask the man a question, but before you can act, the blue suit quickly sprints and jumps atop a trash bin, the man crouches on top of the bin, seemingly trying to look in the bin for anything valuable.

However, a piece of paper sits atop the bin, blocking the man's view of the inside of the trash can. You can't see what is on the paper and are curious as to what secrets the paper could hold, but before you know it, the blue suit punches the sheet of paper, utterly disintegrating the paper until nothing remains. oh well.

The bluesuit hops off of the trash can before vanishing into thin air right before your eyes.

You have many questions about what just transpired, sadly the only man who could have given you any explanation just vanished before your eyes, and the paper that you had wanted to see is nothing but dust now. Nobody else saw what happened, and attempting to explain this to anyone would most likely get you shot for being mentally unfit.

You didn't learn anything from your experience today, you have only become more afraid of the world.​

 

[fizzle]

Incredible! But, However if your energy if yo pseudomind is not conducive or-yeah I like the word conducive to what I’m saying and or what I’m feeling then there’s incompatibility. So how do you know that? How do you fix that? Well first you have to understand- you have to look into yourself and say “What kind of energy or what can I- or what kind of pseudo power do I have to set my atmosphere?” hushed oooo that’s good “What kind of pseudo energy do I have that I can create-“