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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Joe07: Inquisitorial Database: Security Code Needed
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   It is the 41st Millennium; And Heresy is ripe amongst the stars.  
  
  The great and Ancient Imperium of Man stretches out across countless systems  	and thousands upon thousands of worlds. All of this is ruled from Holy Terra, where the Dead God Emperor remains on the Golden Throne. Lording over the human race.  But corruption exists, be it from the forces of chaos, the file and repugnant Xeno’s  or even in the darkness of good men’s souls. Thus is falls to the Holy Inquisition to watch over humanity and root out corruption and Heresy were ever it should appear, be it from the lowliest hive scum to the Planetary governor of a shrine world. The inquisitions tirelessly peruse the evil and vile to protect the Imperium.
  You serve on of the many inquisitors of this ancient institution; you are the instrument of their will and the will of the Golden Throne. Through you the Heresy of others is revealed and punished.  It is a dangerous life and it may well be the death of you. But you were chosen for a reason, and many rewards await you if you survive the trials that the darkest reaches of humanity provide. Your name will not be remembered, nor your achievements spoken of. But power in the shadows is well within the reach of acolytes that prove themselves.
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  You awaken in a poorly light and dirty room. You are lying on an uncomfortable and dirtied military cot.  The floor slowly rumbles and shakes and you are able to hear the low hum of a warp drive. The walls were grey and covered in congealed oil and rusted paint. It is clear you are on a space ship, but the room was no windows or portholes for which you can confirm this.  The smell was a mix of dirty rusted metal and the arid and stale air that was recycled for use on the ship. You can see others waking up next to you in cots of their own.
  What do you do?