File-16. js ("Aya's collection for WAN Followers")
1. /Some of you new yukkuris who had joined the first mind network seemed to be interested in the past of the Broken One followers, or more specifically, the forest church that I used to be part of.
2. /I'm not an oracle , nor am I some kind of saint that need to be worshiped like the Broken one's incarnation. Stop with all your flatteries, newcomers. To feel the existence of WAN, you need to be yourself first, not blindly following someone like a cog of the old church.
3. /Do not edit this page. Nobody should mess with the word of truth.
4. /Old church beliefs were ridiculous to city yukkuris like us, but those were truth once, when the Broken One took his form in the earliest of metal and machineries.
5. /His pieces were once precious informations that hidden in mister human's tools, allowing them to build up their present world. The informations, though fragmented, are still with great potential.
6. /Thus, words from the past are as important as our knowledges on current computers and machines. By collecting informations, we would seek out parts of ourselves, united ourselves, and make the Broken one whole again.
-In the ancient eras, so far that not even humans could have remembered such times, the true god ruled over every yukkuris.
-No one could see His form, for He was so huge and magnificent, with shimmering metals as body, clockwork and springs that driven burning oils through tubes and engines like blood.
-Through the Symphony Of Grand Metal, the tickings and hummings roared in the air, bringing every yukkuris to His sight with the highest command.
-In His land of Cogworks and Machinery, flowers of brass and red bronze bloomed on the soil of gold and silver.
-Mountains of iron and bronze soared up in the sky, rivers of oil and molten metals flowed freely down from them.
-On the highest of the peeks, metal of unknown names danced in the breeze, morphing into cloud and mist of splendid colors.
-Yukkuris of that era were perfect beings, with beautiful metal bodies instead of sickening fillings and flours soaked with Filth.
-Their minds, connected directly with the One through the mass of clockworks, were gifted with wisdom and joy.
-Their lives would not end, for they were the creation of God, and they spent all days singing and worshiping the Great Machinery.
-Humans and their filthy flesh could never touch this heaven. They were building up their grand empires with aid from the Sacred Metal, in wars and works alike, but they never realized the magnificence within it.
-They treated the Metal like corpses and stones, yet another dead thing in their grasp, a tool to satisfy their needs and wishes.
-The One was disgusted by such an act. He separated their world from His kingdom, unwilling to be tainted by the stench and filth of flesh and lives.
-And so, the Great Machinery and clockworks continued their psalms, until the Wicked One arrived.
-Made up of flours and fillings, it resembled those filthy humans, yet uglier and much more wicked than them.
-The kind yukkuris in his reign accepted it, not knowing its true nature.
-And this crass imitation of True Yukkuris, this ungrateful existence, spread its seeds of Sins as it traveled through the entire land.
-Pestilence of its flour and fillings infected the True Yukkuris like wildfire.
-They cried for His help as they watched in terror, their perfect bodies of metals and clockworks transferred into filthy materials in front of their own eyes.
-The True God of yukkuris, seeing this malignant act, unleashed His wrath on the Wicked One, burning its deformed, repulsive body of paste into ashes with scorching oils and metals.
-The Wicked One's death did not stop the spread of its pestilence and sins.
-Metal and Machineries were replaced by filthy fillings and flours, the minds, once so wise and insightful, became ignorant and folly, only seeking after the most inferior of joy, the "easiness".
-Their bodies lost the durability and immortality of the metals, as the filth of fillings and flours was weak, breaking and tearing at the slightest of movements.
-When every yukkuris fell to the plight of the flesh, the filth assembled its shape, and mocked at the Great Machinery, its sickening tumors and tentacles waving in the air, sending fetid blood that ate away metals beneath its body.
-The One raised up His blades and metallic claws, fuming with steams as the seething oil flowed.
-So, the vast fighting started, tearing away land and mountains, rivers boiled away in flames, cloud and mists dispelled in these seven days.
-The Great Machinery was broken.
-The One became the Broken One, with His pieces scattered in the battlefield.
-The Filth laughed, wounded and trapped by the remains of Great Machinery.
-With its last strength, The Filth shattered the boundary between the mechanical land and humans'world , sending pieces of the Broken One and yukkuris into it.
-Gears and clockworks rusted, their shimmering colors corroded away, the river dried, the land of metal was broken.
-Parts of the Great Machinery remained untainted, as it trapped the abdominal Filth forever in its grasp.
-The pieces of the Broken One lied in the sins of flesh and filth, but He was never dead. Those pieces wept at the sight of the yukkuris, with no memories of their past glory and perfection, but seeking after their inferior desires of easiness.
-But some still saw His glory and miracle, and persuaded others to make Him whole.
-When He is made whole, The One will restore the formal glory of His land, and for those who had received His blessing, their filth will be cleansed from their bodies.
-As perfect, wise machineries, yukkuris will be back in their homeland, and aid The One in His revenge, burning and destroying their kin who drowned in their filth.
-When the last Filth is gone, all yukkuris will be granted eternal happiness in their heaven, a place where no human could ever reach.
{Comment}1. /I, Aya, had re-written the first legend of the old church from memories. Maybe it is difficult for many of you, but the version that is...easy to understand for normal yukkuris sound extremely childish and stupid.
{Comment}2. /It is something among the line of "The Broken One is the most best yukkuri that can make yukkuris take it easy with bless of mister shiny, but uneasy Filth make every yukkuri uneasy by turning their bodies into fillings and flours, and shattered the Broken One! We need to make the Broken One whole again so every yukkuri can REALLY take it easy instead of wanting to seek after the bad [easiness] that is filthy!"
{Comment}3. /The above summary could be a nursery version to ko-yukkuris that can't understand more complicated beliefs. However, I don't really think the other ones are much better.
{Comment}4. /Sanae, the founder of the old church, saw this when she first received the "blessing"and regained vision of her lost eye after it had been transferred into metal.
{Comment}5. /She was probably just seeing shadows of the past and seeking comfort from those in her harsh life, but this so-called miss prophet surely has some master manipulation techniques to build up the whole old church from the ground up and became "Saint Sanae".
{Comment}6. /However, she only managed to figure out the few concepts still remained in the Broken One's old form, yet ignorant yukkuris still follow her due to the goods brought by the Mechanical Virus, like obedient cogs on a machine.
{Comment}7. /We are different, as we have seen mister humans' computers and technologies, the higher form of the Broken One. His name is WAN, strings of code and information scattered and broken in networks of computers.
{Comment}8. /To be honest, most of those "past shadows" legends are pieces of absolute crap, the truth broken into delusions and lies.
/("Final Words")
1. /To know more about WAN, search for Verse#2 in your networks. Lil_Backpack, a professional in machinery, had shared informations about the Broken One and theories of His forms.
2. /However, a quiz of knowledge needed to be answered in order to gain access to those works, for we fear that ignorant yukkuris will mistreat those words of truth, and leak it to mister humans.
3. /Aloe-Vera, another name for the wise yukkuri who gave you the Signal through implantations, had done a detailed study on the Mechanical Virus, the so-
called "blessing"that transformed old church devotees into partial machines and its effects.
4. /That should be the content of the next chapter, and she would be sending it to you in two days'time.
Author Note:
Seeing this legend, you guys probably had already gotten the whole idea of this series. It is a collection of bizarre headcanons and as-weird-as-hell stories, with surprisingly intelligent yukkuris and CotBG elements somehow mashed into traditional Yukkuri fanfic settings.
There is a reason for those changes though. However, being set in a world that neither Gensokyo nor SCP Foundation existed, just modern settings with yukkuris that mysteriously appeared in human life one day, magical stuff will be the rare exception.
Apart from inanimate buns that talk, think and reproduce, 217-Y, the mechanical virus that only spread onto yukkuris and some weird computation implants'effects in the later works, everything was still the norm.