The Scramble of 1302
In the year 1302, during a time of great unrest, a lone monk dropped an egg on sacred stone. The yolk formed a perfect spiral — and the Cult was born.
Whispered through omelettes and scrawled on breakfast napkins... these are the legendary tales of the Egg Cult.
In the year 1302, during a time of great unrest, a lone monk dropped an egg on sacred stone. The yolk formed a perfect spiral — and the Cult was born.
Legend tells of a pan forged by the Egg Gods themselves. It is said that whoever wields it can cook the perfect sunny side up... and control breakfast time forever.
The forbidden beast of the yolk dimension, Cluckthulhu slumbers beneath the carton until the day it will rise and scramble all of reality.
A renegade cultist once cracked the sacred Shell of Unity. The act cursed him to wander forever... covered in sticky egg white.
"Truth lies between the shell and the yolk." — Unknown