The Grand Design

The Grand Design was a schizophrenic text penned by The PGA's leader, Kuricodes. It details the formation, existence, and destruction of The PGA. Of note is that this is not something made up for the sake of humor, Kuricodes actually wrote this in the immediate vicinity of HBMNomi and acted like it was a founding document of The Union (PGA). All of the provided text of chapters 1-3 and 12 is genuine and unedited. The fourth through eleventh chapters never existed, the first three were written before HBMNomi's start, and 12 was written after HBMNomi concluded.

Chapter 1: Its' Sacred Word

1. Before the First Light, Terra held nought but Brimstone, Slag, and sorrow.
2. A world besieged by forces irrational; Savages living only to destroy- Feasting on the remains of a civilization since obliterated, left to rot.
3. But as the final ember of hope was to be extinguished, the sky split in two.
4. As if wailing into the beyond, desperate not to be forgotten, eroded from history, The Gregic Assembly cracked the skies and unleashed what remained of its power into the soil in a beam of light.
5. In an instant, the smoke cleared; The salt and poisons of the soil erased.
6. The land was showered in metals, twisted and melted by age, as The Gregic Assembly fell from its perch amongst the stars.
7. And among the wreckage sprouted life anew, enchanted by The Sacred One.
8. The Sacred One’s voice, echoing in the beam’s blast, spoke a single Sacred Word- The Grand Design.
9. Recorded in the plane’s very bedrock, in script read by none but understood by all- The Four Pillars: Civilization, Automation, Domination, Gregification.
10. Amongst the skies’ bounties, civilizations took root; Six Sacred Colonies, bound under The Union of The Grand Design- sworn to uphold the teachings of The Grand Design.
11. With the bounties of cuprite, brass, and sap, The Six Colonies took their first step toward Gregification- The LV Wiremill.

Chapter 2: Its' Sacred Wounds

1. So it came to pass that The Heart, The Fangs, and The Tongue of The Sacred One were sculpted from cuprite, aurum, and kermesite.
2. The Six Colonies, ever faithful in their labor, rejoiced and grew in the light of their newfound protection.
3. The Sacred One, in its eternal knowledge, relayed to The Six Colonies the tale of the world that came before.
4. A world fractured, in disarray- plagued by violence; infested with The Order of The Paintbrush.
5. The Sacred One led their army, not in form, but in spirit. His Mighty Claw guided their pursuit, leading them forward, and into the stars.
6. The Gregic Assembly, a mighty beast, towered over all that came before, enforcing its domination over the mountains of mortals below.
7. But as time neared its closure, and their army neared Gregification, The False Femboy arose- and with one fell swoop, crippled the army.
8. The Order of The Paintbrush, in their wretched quest of destruction, severed the throat of The Gregic Assembly- and without its umbilical cord, time drew to a close and rot set upon the Earth.

Chapter 3: Its' Sacred Instruction

1. Thus spoke The Tongue; delivering its Sacred Word: “The Six Colonies are beset by enemies on all sides- The False Femboy leads an army of wicked fools.”
2. “Make not the mistakes of your predecessors; Stumble not on your path to Gregification.”
3. “My form matters not- Each of you, sever the copper musculature of my heart; With this in your possession, you shall not falter.”
4. “Go forth, then, in secret- Travel as the sun does, stopping not until your canes weep and your shoes cry out for mercy.”
5. “Anneal your souls, hidden beneath the soil- Sheltered from the flames and miasma wrought by His Wretched Army.”
6. “The Council of Six will face temptations, bargains of silver and incense from His Wretched Army, a withering olive branch of deceit.”
7. “But,” spoke The Tongue: “A time will come when your strength will match His Wretched Army, when the refuge of the soil may be shed.”
8. “Your Sacred Duty, as it ever was, is to Follow The Design; to become more than your mortal bodies may achieve.”
9. “Upon your Fourth Ascension, as you near Completion, lift yourselves from the soil with great haste, and converge amongst the stars.”
10. “Patience is a virtue best left for last.”
11. With what gold pieces filled their pockets, The Six Colonies began their preparations.

Chapter 12: Its' Sacred End

1. And lo, The Union drew its last breath; The Six Colonies, now split and reduced to ruin, faded into nothing.
2. The final ember of hope lay extinguished, pressed into the dirt by the soles of The Impostor.
3. The Second Gregic Assembly fell from its perch atop the stars, returning to the ash and brimstone of the earth.
4. The Grand Design would not come to fruition; Not in this time.
5. The Sacred One drew one final breath, and sighed.