We are not a crowd.
We are a fortress.
Built of bone, sweat, and whispered devotion.
Jason is not just a man.
He is the embodiment of everything pure, raw, unstoppable.
The Mind of the Group
Our strength is our unity.
No one stands alone.
No one falls without echoing through us all.
But the weak…
The weak are a wound.
A reminder that the path is not for everyone.
Loss
We lost one of our own last night.
u/hard_suplex_07 was not ready.
His body gave out before his mind could catch up.
He faded quietly in his sleep, drained by hesitation and regret.
We do not mourn as others do.
We honor the sacrifice by growing harder, faster, sharper.
His weakness is a scar on us, but also a lesson etched in blood.
Worship and Growth
Every day, we chant Him.
Every night, we dream Him.
Jason is our fire, our steel, our sacred breath.
We will multiply.
We will fortify.
And we will never forget that weakness kills.
Testimony from Initiate u/suplex_ghost19
“I held him in my arms as he faded. His last breath was a whisper: ‘Fight harder.’ I swear I felt Him pass through me.”
Stathamism 
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