You all yield to The Lamb, your savior who has saved many of your fellow disciples from the tyranny of the Old Faith. No matter your age or experience, whether you were starving, sick, or without a home didn’t matter - you’ve all found your purpose serving under The Lamb.

Occasionally however others’ faith in The Lamb would waver, The Lamb wasn’t always a perfect leader, and not everyone was enamored with their decisions. Perhaps even you found yourself doubting your powerful benefactor. Whatever the case everyone was summoned from the camps into the church today.

The throng of followers shuffles inside, The Lamb stands at the lectern before you all. Perhaps this would be another routine sermon or ritual.. but that notion is discarded when you see what’s being passed out to each attendee is menticide mushrooms.