Confession
Lore section: jonas
survival:confession
· from game
Lore about Jonas.
Also in this section: Breakdown,
Found in structures (17)
bookshelf: a lore bookshelf for this section; placed: this exact book sits in a container or on the ground; random loot: a loot roll in the structure can produce it. Read from the structure's schematics, so it shows where the game can put it, not a drop chance.
| Structure | Kind | How it is found |
|---|---|---|
| megastructures-forlornhopetower-common-niclass | structure | bookshelf |
| mediumruins | structure | bookshelf |
| largeruins-0206-samgrey-o7 | structure | bookshelf |
| largeruins-0207-samgrey-o7 | structure | bookshelf |
| largeruins-0208-samgrey-o7 | structure | bookshelf |
| largeruins-0401-samgrey-o7 | structure | bookshelf |
| largeruins-0408-virrno-o7 | structure | bookshelf |
| underground-uncommon-lowerchance | structure | bookshelf |
| underground-rare | structure | bookshelf |
| underground-samgrey-1 | structure | bookshelf |
| underground-samgrey-2 | structure | bookshelf |
| underground-samgrey-3 | structure | bookshelf |
| underground-samgrey-4 | structure | bookshelf |
| largeforlornhopetower | storystructure | bookshelf |
| mansion | storystructure | bookshelf |
| sunrift | storystructure | bookshelf |
| shoppingcentre | storystructure | placed |
Text
I led these people here, down to these hellish depths. Gave them up to darkness and starvation like lambs to the altar, and for what? This monstrous creation... I fear to recognize it as my child. The common people look upon it as though it were salvation. As though it were god itself. And they see me as the messiah. I walk amongst their halls and shelters, and I shudder at what remains of humanity.
They dwell in filth and hunger. Civil services have collapsed under the long, unbearable weight of the endeavor. These men and women have no means of rubbish disposal. Many of them have already been stricken by Rot. If any other soul should wander through their dwellings, they would tear him apart from the ligaments in search of food. And yet, they by some power withstand their hunger when they gaze upon me. They weep for joy and offer me what meager supplies they have.
Oh god, please help me. I am still your faithful servant.
They dwell in filth and hunger. Civil services have collapsed under the long, unbearable weight of the endeavor. These men and women have no means of rubbish disposal. Many of them have already been stricken by Rot. If any other soul should wander through their dwellings, they would tear him apart from the ligaments in search of food. And yet, they by some power withstand their hunger when they gaze upon me. They weep for joy and offer me what meager supplies they have.
Oh god, please help me. I am still your faithful servant.