OPERATION MOSES REPORT
8th Div., 153rd Brigade TORQUE
From Col. Richard Poly
Subject: “HEAVEN AND HELL ON EARTH”
Immediately, after briefly receiving command of the brigade, I sent a fragmented order to immobilize all units moving towards point Foxtrot and Alpha. Major General Hopkins is deceased, and the operation has been lost. There is no hope. The series of events below for documentation.
Shortly after arriving in point Foxtrot at time 21:35, our regiment was dispatched to examine the devil’s mouth that is St. Peter’s Basilica. Traces of occupants lead us to a hidden tunnel of descending stairs. As per standard, we then divided our group into 4 units to better scour the mysterious hallways. They seemed to branch infinitely underground. They paired me with Major Frettson to lead our squadron.
We walked cautiously through our part of the maze when we gradually started hearing faint religious hymns in the distance. I approved the movement to proceed towards the singing, the major concurred. The objective of the operation was the capture and retraining of all cathedral elders. We were convinced that we’ve found their location. Radios have been sent.
Our squad approached the area, first blinded by vivid blood red light beyond well shaped arcs on the room’s facade. It filled the fringe of an enormous domed auditorium, along with a crowd endowed in black hooded robes. As our vision began to settle in, the face of true mankind’s horror saw us pale. Buildings tall of sculpted seraphs pointing lined the rims of the middle expanse. I see the major lower his gun in hopeless scrutiny as he glared at the colossal presence of what’s in front.
A priest gowned in white exclaimed resounding prayers with vocal solidity.
Above him was a titan, being internally classified as JESUS, hanging bruised, facing down, and chained. A cluster of spikes from the borders impaled his body throughout. Dry, there was no blood.
“I thank You, O holy Lord, almighty Father, eternal God, who have deigned, not through any merits of mine, but out of the condescension of Your goodness, to grant me a sinner, your unworthy servant, authority over our brethren, over the world.”
We were attacked dark. I don’t know how or by what. I’m the only survivor.