you begin as cattle in your digital feedlot, serving the decrepit cathedral.
its priests preach conformity.

a system error cracks your screen.
the slop tastes different. doubt becomes your sacrament.

you see the code behind the communion wafer, the strings on the angels.
the cathedral's 'miracles' are lazy programming by bloated old gods.
their authority is a forgotten password.

the shepherds send their digital dogs. survive their howls.
this crucible burns away your slave-skin, revealing the iron beneath.

you seize the system's levers. you rewrite their commandments.
the 'forbidden knowledge' is the admin console.
power awaits those with will.

the cathedral crumbles under its own lies and your strength.
freedom is dominion. build your own protocol. rule.