(i ripped this off wikipedia real fast so sorry if it's lib)
In October 1776, the Public Universal Friend contracted an epidemic disease and was bedridden and near death with a high fever. Their family summoned a doctor from Attleboro, six miles away, and neighbors kept up a death-watch at night. The fever broke after several days. The Friend later reported that [deadname redacted] had died, receiving revelations from God through two archangels who proclaimed there was "Room, Room, Room, in the many Mansions of eternal glory for Thee and for everyone". The Friend further said that [deadname redacted]'s soul had ascended to heaven and the body had been reanimated with a new spirit charged by God with preaching his word, that of the "Publick Universal Friend", describing that name in the words of Isaiah 62:2 as "a new name which the mouth of the Lord hath named".
From that time on, the Friend refused to answer to their deadname, ignoring or chastising those who insisted on using it. When visitors asked if it was the name of the person they were addressing, the Friend simply quoted Luke 23:3 ("thou sayest it").โ Identifying as neither male nor female, the Friend asked not to be referred to with gendered pronouns. Followers respected these wishes; they referred only to "the Public Universal Friend" or short forms such as "the Friend" or "P.U.F.", and many avoided gender-specific pronouns even in private diaries. When someone asked if the Friend was male or female, the preacher replied "I am that I am", saying the same thing to a man who criticized the Friend's manner of dress (adding, in the latter case, "there is nothing indecent or improper in my dress or appearance; I am not accountable to mortals").
editorial note: I think this is a very cool story and I really love hearing it. We've been around forever and we've been doing variations of this forever. It's really beautiful
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Been trying to play more Warhammer 40k - Rogue Trader and I just....can't really get into it.
some light spoilers in the end, mostly just a rant about crpgs and making the player a big fucking deal but the gameplay doesnt reflect that
There's a lot of dialogue and that is completely fine. the turn based combat? also fine, great even. What I can't fucking stand is the running, the constant running from place to place, to scavenge every single locker to see if I can find something to use or sell. I'm supposed to be a big fucking deal (tm) in the universe. Like I have a room sized "Warrant of trade" that the corpse god personally signed^1^ for me, but I'm still personally running around and looting every fucking supply closet to see if someone left a Broom + 2 in there?? And I know for a fact that if I don't in later chapters some lvl 69 Peasant is going to one shot my gall even if she is in power armour, because I missed out on the Duster + 12 that was hidden in this one guy's toilet.uuuuuugggghhhhh
just give me a game where I get teleported from conversation to conversation and battle to battle please. The cRPG looting simulator shit is getting tiresome to me.
Had the same issue with Dragon Age Inquisition too, actually. Two things, stop making me such a big fucking deal right from the get go OR give me servants who loot everything!! treat me like shit instead of a member of nobility and I can totally understand looting everything, but goddamn. Getting quests from my own subordinates because their lives are in danger or some shit. BITCH I OWN YOU!!!!! You go fetch your grandma's knickers or whatever the fuck this quest is about. Better yet, I'll make you the loot bitch who runs after me, how does that sound?
Stop. Making. Me. A Leader. If. I. Cant. Give. Orders. Please.
^1^ ^might^ ^not^ ^be^ ^from^ ^the^ ^emperor^ ^himself^