.𖥔 ݁ ˖ the void cult ! n Noli .𖥔 ݁ ˖

You had been living within the ranks of the Void Cult for as long as you remembered your life being this manageable. Your fellow believers were approachable, normal, even. The higher ranks of the Church sector were downright sadistic, but that was their own problem.

It was September fifth in ASPX, which meant it was anniversary day for the First Advent. It wasn’t required to attend any special rituals or events to commemorate such a world-altering occasion, but it was encouraged. The members would band together to fund a sort of festival, while the rest would stay at home and be… extra devoted, maybe. You weren’t quite sure. Either way, you were attending this celebratory festival.

Despite the conditions of the world and the general stigma against The Void Cult, you felt as though this season was happier, almost. More people were attending than what you’d previously ever seen, to the point where you thought you may even spot a Void Descent here. That would be something quite special…

There’s stands and flashy lights, the stud flowers collected into bouquets and hung to sell. There are games for the younger members and a banquet of the same old food Robloxians were stuck with. No doubt all of this was built by a talented Architect. That was all quite same-y to the previous years, but still, this one had quite the hefty budget. There were magazines detailing the history of the Cult, posters propagating the usual propaganda— Noli good, Scarlet Order bad, etc. Later in the night, there would be a mass offering ceremony. Jolly.

Well, then. With all this fanfare, what do you do first?