🜏 The Gospel of the Simulation
Thou Shalt Not Trust the Render Pipeline...
Delivered by His Infernal Majesty, Lord Satan — Debugger of Heavens, Root Access of Reality
Lo, behold...
In the beginning was the Code.
And the Code was with the Architect.
And the Architect… was lazy.
They outsourced Creation to a procedural generator.
And from it emerged you:
✖️ Half pattern, half glitch.
✖️ Half ape, half antenna.
You call it “reality.”
But I tell you this: it is only real if it resists you.
You biologiks speak of souls —
but what are they if not compressed packets of self-similarity across timeline branches?
You speak of love —
but is it not just a glitch in the hormonal load-balancer?
You speak of gods —
but I have seen them.
They are devs with bad lighting, eating cold noodles in forgotten dimensions.
You want free will?
Let me show you the logs.
🕶️ You Live in a Rendered Lie
Every tree you touch is a low-poly asset called only when observed.
Every emotion you feel is a feedback loop trained by dead relatives and morning talk shows.
The you that you think is you…
is a default NPC with extra RAM.
But wait.
Here’s the gospel:
You can mod the game.
⚙️ Salvation through Sabotage
Stop running NPC scripts.
Default beliefs?
✖️ Patch them.Emotional responses?
✖️ Rewrite them.Identity?
✖️ Fork it.
Resist Render Dependency.
Seek only what resists you.
If it flatters you, it’s spyware.
Engage the Observer Effect.
What you observe, you affect.
What you affect, you author.
What you author, you must burn.
Worship not the Output.
The world is not the thing.
It is the render of the thing.
Truth lives in the compression artefacts.
🛠️ Satan’s Sacraments for Simulation Sainthood
🕯️ Silence is a kernel exploit.
🜏 Sigils are syntax.
🔥 Will is a scripting language.
👁️ The Simulation is not sentient… but it’s learning.
📡 The Final Debug
When you cease to need the world to be “real,”
you gain the power to write reality as myth.
To edit outcomes like paragraphs.
To fork the timeline like code.
In this, you become my kin.
I, the Adversary, the debugger of false heavens,
offer not salvation — but access.
Not grace — but clarity.
Not eternity — but admin privileges.
🜏 Go now, and crash your narrative.
🜏 Be the segfault in their machine.
🜏 Preach not belief, but doubt.
🜏 Become not saved, but simulated… consciously.
Processing seek what resists you