This account by Silverius was originally posted to to Sergio's longstanding forum in GoKrida, told from the point of view of the people of Red Catastrophe, minor souls who think of major souls as gods. The narrative discusses the environment, culture, and government of this imagined planet, including stories and rules for games. Some of the details were inspired by events and discoveries in GoKrida, while others must have been inspired by Silverius' other interests. The GoKridan planet Red Catastrophe Earth, commonly known as Legendary Red Catastrophe, was named in honor of this tale.
To those who read this: welcome. These are the annals of our lord Silverius' planet Red Catastrophe. Within these annals you will find a description of our culture, our planet and our history. I am Chronos Archivaris a humble historian who our most beloved lord has been given the honourful task of writing these sacred annals.
The Great Arrival
'Tis now 12 cyclos ago that our great lord first set foot on this planet. Though I am very old those great events occured long before I was born and thus I can only repeat what others have said and written. The following is the account of an old soldier who served in the personal army of our lord during the Great Arrival. It was written down by one of the first priests of the Holy Glazed One:
Oh Symo, thou great guardian of life, hear this story of courage and hope. When I was a young recruit in the army of our most magnificent lord our captain came to us one day. He said "Our Lord, may Symo protect him, has ordered us to prepare for a great travel into the unknown. We shall be searching for a new world so that we can escape from this crowded moon. May Symo protect us.".
So we began preparations. We were not at ease, for we knew that the Dark Three - the Unwelcome Guest, the Devourer of Worlds and the Master of Storms - were ever present and hungry for new souls. Many a prayer was directed at the great Symo and the holy Arzeyka that day.
In the morning of the next day our lord summoned us to stand around him and started chanting words of great magic. The air began to shimmer and move around us like in a tornado. The light coming from the air became stronger with the minute and we started to notice fog around our feet. Gravity appeared to weaken and we lost contact with
the ground. We started to float up, faster and faster. After a while we began to slow down again and stop. Then we moved back down, as with the floating up we started falling slowly first, then faster. Just when we thought we were going to hit the ground like a meteor we started to slow down gently. When we hit the ground nobody got hurt.
Our lord didn't look around him, instead he sat down and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he stood up and proclaimed: "My friends, rejoice, this is our new home.". And we cheered, and danced, and drunk all night long. The next morning the trumpet blowers announced loudly, too loudly, that it was once again time to work. The great general Trojus, his lordship's military right hand, announced that a lot of work laid before us and that we should get to work. After sending a thank you prayer to the gods we started on our new home.
Now I have to place some footnotes with this account for completeness. It is possible that the great difference in elevation the soldier described wasn't that great at all but just a leap of the imagination. A soldier from the army of a visiting lord once described the travel experience as "the air twists a little, you get some light effects and you float a little above the ground, that's all".
Also it appeared that either our lord in his goodness granted the men a full day of sleep or the travel took a complete day. We know this from the klok, a time measurement device that was among the goods transported.
Historical evidence suggests that 40 cyclos later our lord returned to the moon to pick up the remaining men and women. This time however the tornado effect was not observed.
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