Mission: UNKNOWN
On an unknown planet, far away from any civilization, a Nutzee cultist is preparing a dark ritual to ask the dark lord Brikthulhu for a favour.
Officer: “Are preparations met for ze ritual?”
Cultist: “Yes, everything is prepared. Bring in the sacrifice!”
The Cultist proceeds to pour a green slimy substance over the skeleton inside the altar...
...and then looks how the slime sinks into the skeleton. Everything works as planned with only one important ingredient left...
Advisor: “Please, release me! Let me out of here! IT CAN'T END LIKE ZIS!!”
: “GRRR!”
Advisor: “No, no! Vat are you doing?!”
Cultist: “Don't worry, it'll just hurt a bit...”
*RIP*
Advisor: “AARRGGGGHH-”
... the heart of a minifig!
Cultist: “What a precious heart, you've got there...”
: “WOOF! What are ve supposed to do viz ze body? WOOF!”Cultist: “Throw the carcass to the night wolves, feed them, whatever...”
: “Understood. WOOF!”
Finally, the cultist puts the beating heart into the skeleton's chest...
...closes the lid and prepares for the actual ritual.
Cultist: “Bil Ur-Sag Lul-Lu Nig-Hul Tur. Ha-Elm Zalag.”
*RUMBLE-RUMBLE*
Cultist: “Za-A-Kam Me-Lam-Ma-Bi-Du. Ki-Bal-A Su-Sa.”
*RUMBLE-RUMBLE*
It is done! The cultist manages to satisfy Brikthulhu, who is willingly to grant his request.
And from the altar emerges none lesser than the once fallen Cult Leader Ignaz.
Cult Leader Ignaz: “I've returned to the mortal world!”
Cultist: “Welcome back, my Master. You just came in time!”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “What happened during my absence?”
Cultist: “*hands over staff to Ignaz* We are preparing our Winter Offense on Ungarn and already assembled all penal legions for the attack. However, High Command is still looking for a general to command that army, as most of our commanders are too reluctant to take on the leadership over that bunch of lost cases.”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “Is that so? Then tell them, that I'd gratefully accept the leadership of these legions.”
Cultist: “But Master, these men are just the leftovers from our summer campaign. These soldiers are of questionable quality! Are you sure?”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “I am. From what I could gather on information in my recent studies, we can find the soul of a mighty and ancient follower of Brikthulhu, who might be of use for us.”
Cultist: “Is that so?”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “Well, I will have my methods to persuade him, should he be to wayward to give in to our offer. ”
Cultist: “Care to enlighten me about that ally, Master?”
Cult Leader Ignaz: “When the right time has come, apprentice...”
