Chaos Cults
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Imagine being a citizen of the Imperium of Man. The first thing you'll ever know is that your individuality is worth jack shit. You are nothing more than a drone, a coin spent in an unimaginably large system, so that other coins can be spent elsewhere, continuing the cycle. No one arround you are expected to show you any kindness, respect you or see you as anything less than another drone in the system. No matter how lenient your planet and government is, how strong an influence the Ecclesiarchy is where you live and how tough work you are expected to perform, this is the unfortunate and unchangeable truth.
But say you've overheard some of the other drones whisper at your Administratum workplace in the upper hive. Apparently, there are these meetings, completely secret, but supposedly very invigorating. Your daily life here is hardly of note, maybe you should go. You had seen Dallia look at you with a funny expression, like she'd wondered something. say you found the couarge to forget what you've learned, and forget the punishment you, your family and friends would get if you were caught by the Arbites, and go to one of these meetings. Deep down in a forgotten and unused part of the Hive, you hear faint chanting. Already, your heavy legs feel stronger, your mind sharpens and your body seem to have a longing that was stamped out years ago... And when you leave, your body is heavy, as was it before you came there, but the longing remains. As time goes by, work and duty fades, and you begin to wonder. Why are your own powers and skills supressed? Think of all you could accomplish with it! And those decadent swines in their high towers? Why do they get to have fun and relax? If you had the power, things would be very different: Very different indeed.
To a meeting, your Demagogue announces that their masters are finally arriving: Worshipers of what is true and fair are coming on ancient ships, and plan to take the entire system and wrest it from the grip of the corrupt Imperium. That's your chance, the chance you'd been waiting for. Finally, they'll see what power you possess, what strength and intelligence they had all been neglecting. Doesn't matter what the others think: Only you are right to take what is yours, and no one is gonna stop you.
It's fucking payback time.
Overview
A Chaos Cult is a group of people worshipping the Ruinous Powers