RP: Explorers Religion

So I'm officially starting the one true Religion. The Church of the Holy Onionhead. It came to me in a vision whilst off my t1t$ on onionhead that the Oniongod brought interdimensional beings into our galaxy to build the Oniondock. The messiah will return when onionhead is delivered to the spacedock on the other side of the galaxy.

I CMDRGenestealerUK will be seeking out followers. We must carry one onionhead at all times.

Keep an eye out and feel free to greet fellow travellers about the good word of the Oniongod.

I think I'm gonna go crush up some more of Lucans finest.
 
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Another post elsewhere has given me an idea for some RP. We form an explorer religion. It's followers believe that beings from another dimension have built a spacedock somewhere on the opposite side of the galaxy and await the delivery of onionhead. Only then will the Oniongod reveal him/herself to the faithful. Only the carriers of onionhead will be safe.

So we search for the illustrious oniondock with one ton of onionhead in our cargo bay at all times. Praise be to the Oniongod

Bask in His Onionness. BASK IN IT.
 
I have a better idea. Let's keep religion, even made up ones, out of the game. I would hope that in a thousand years we would have finally grown up enough to put away make believe and childish fears.
 
I have seen the face of the great Onionhead!

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I have a better idea. Let's keep religion, even made up ones, out of the game. I would hope that in a thousand years we would have finally grown up enough to put away make believe and childish fears.

Just as any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, I guess it also follows that any sufficiently advanced fandom is indistinguishable from religion, and any sufficiently advanced life form is indistinguishable from a god.
 
Just as any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, I guess it also follows that any sufficiently advanced fandom is indistinguishable from religion, and any sufficiently advanced life form is indistinguishable from a god.
Any sufficiently advanced information is indistinguishable from noise.
 
After another bout of fervent prayer hopped up on onionhead I have discovered the Oniongod's name


'Tis Cepadeus

Cepadeus, Cepadeus, Cepadeus, Cepadeus

Oooooh

Cepadeus

Sacred be Cepadeus
 
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After another bout of fervent prayer hopped up on onionhead I have discovered the Oniongod's name


'Tis Cepadeus

Cepadeus, Cepadeus, Cepadeus, Cepadeus

Oooooh

Cepadeus

Sacred be Cepadeus

I thought the Onion gods's name was Allium cepa :cool:

Anyway that's shallot from me :eek:
 
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So we search for the illustrious oniondock with one ton of onionhead in our cargo bay at all times. Praise be to the Oniongod

I am phobic about onions* and will never take communion with onionhead. :mad:
Damn your eyes. Your tears show the evil in onions. :p

*
I am, I really cannot stand the sight of them. :( It makes eating out difficult.
 
my poor, poor misguided fellow explorers.

We travel space and see such wonders.
Stars that sing, and bring life - givers of the vital warmth and energy we need to continue about our travels.
In witchspace, all explorers have heard the eldritch chorus, the muted distant tones of chanting..
There are planets we can hear breathing, some we hear calling, telling us that they are good.
Then there are the dark planets that speak of nothing but the sinister and evil, sometimes even screaming at us as if in some hellish torment.
Finally there are those silent worlds, drowned in ammonia, with no voice at all, and you find yourself wondering what power could have stripped the very voice from something so vast as an entire world.

There are mysteries in the galaxy. It calls to us, desperate to deliver a message, a symphony of stars. All can hear it, if they chose to take the time, it's something real, demonstrable and incontrovertible.

And you waste your time seeking to appease the needs of some drug dependent pseudo deity with an allium fetish, most likely dreamt up by a cartel of criminals seeking to unburden the foolish of high end exploration vessels and their cargo's of illicit pharmaceuticals. Such a waste... such a pity.

You will lament your folly when the men behind the onion myth blast you out an airlock... I for one will not be fooled, and will continue seeking out the meaning of the galaxies great song.
 
Onions will never be more than an accompaniment to the one true god, and we have all been touched by His noodly appendage.

Ramen.
 
Oh Onionhead, I will search for ye till the end of my days.
Praise be unto Onionhead!!!
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