Talk:Elysion/@comment-50.33.199.111-20130803060744/@comment-27606387-20160125235922

The dragon is upon us, all is lost. The dragon hasn't been defeated for nigh on a thousand years, and people feel it. Instead of giving in to that despair, they build a fantasy that explains that everything is okay, that your souls will move on to another existance, in Elysion. Let yourself burn, it matters not. All will come to destruction in the flames of the dragon, things like that.

It's a heady draught, warping the mind with fantasies of a perfect life after death, no matter what happens. Salvation doesn't even have a hell: hell is this existance, and everyone is going to escape it when the true ruler of this realm chooses to release you with his glorious flames.

Once death becomes a one way ticket to some paradise, bar none... the flesh of this world becomes a plaything. Pain becomes trivial. Even the lower members just see it as an excuse to live like hedonistic gluttons until they die. Free pass to kill, rape, steal, all that jazz.