<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Keeper Post</span><br/><hr/><em>September 6, 2020 - 12:47PM</em><br/><br/>Miles from the foot of Mount Shasta, in Siskiyou County, California, lies the abandoned Vortex Campground. The area finds little use from camp-goers, caused by more popular, innovative "glamping" campgrounds in the near vicinty. While the buildings look rundown by extensive use and low maintanance, the sign at the entrance is emblazoned with a large red "RESERVED" sign.<br/><br/>About 50 yards from the entrance, the sound of music can be heard, but faintly. The deeper one ventures into the campground, the louder this music becomes. Situated at the top of a hill is the bright white canvas of a large tent, the music becoming more clearer the closer one nears this structure. Peppered by incoherent shouts, chants, and speaking of gibberish, underlies a mellow rhythm based of a mandolin and several tamborines.<br/><br/>Inside this tent are the passionate members of what normal people call a cult. Everyone is wearing different styles of white robes that flow with every movement. Some have sleeves, others do not. Hands are raised among the majority of the congregation, while a small number are either bowing down with arms outstretched or completely prone, on their backs, floating in an unseen river.<br/><br/>Upon the stage that is slighty raised from the gravel floor stands a lone figure. His right hand is raised and continues to be held up without wavering. His other hand removes the hood that had, up until this point been hiding his eyes in shadow. With his hood removed, his features were exposed, revealing himself to be a man in his 50's, wearing circular glasses. He had been standing motionless for much of the worship, but now that he was moving, half of the congregation took it as a sign that he was about to speak.<br/><br/>With a toothless grin, he assured the flock before him, "Please do not stop your devotions unto our Lord on the Mount! For you have come far and wide to witness what has been predicted. The Prophet shall be here shortly, ready to unleash more revelations for the coming day, but as his Herald, I pray that you take heed of his previous prophetic words. Take comfort that with the breaking of the shell of our Lord's dormancy, to some it spells catastrophe. But to my brothers and sisters whose Hearts have been truly Awakened, let our Lord's rousing fires engulf us and burn away our weak bodies, leaving only our Hearts that shall be born into new exalted bodies!"<br/><br/>The man looked over his shoulder to another hooded figure behind him. The sight of this man was witnessed by the congregation and soon the room was silent. The Herald conversed silently with the other figure and then turned back towards the congregation.<br/><br/>"Good news, my brothers and sisters. Sooner, rather than later, the Prophet has a message for us!" the Herald exclaimed, barely containing his own excitemnt. He stepped aside to have the Prophet take the stage.<br/><br/>The hooded figure stepped up, the congregation focused upon him, silently eager for a message from the Prophet. The figure slightly turned towards the Herald and without warning, plunged his hand into the Herald's chest, crimson liquid spurting out from around the Prophet's forearm, some of the blood dripping in streaks down the white robe of the Herald. The congregation was shocked, but still they stood there silent, witnessing the gory display before them.<br/><br/>"Your beloved Herald is such a hypocrite," the Prophet snarled and with little effort, pulled his hand out, in his grasp the Herald's own fleshy heart ripped out of the man's chest. By now most of the congregation rushed out of the tent, screaming at the top of their lungs. To those who were still in the tent, though in a self-induced trance, they would witness the Herald's body falling limp to the stage as the Prophet exited through the back of the tent, the Herald's heart still in hand.<br/><br/><em>An hour later…</em><br/><br/>The whole Vortex Campground had been cordoned off with caution tape and there are a couple of police cars on-site, with a couple of jeeps belonging to park rangers taking the perimeter. Due to the gruesome attack and eyewitnesses claiming that the Prophet, whose trailer was still on the campgrounds, was still in the vicinity, the local police have equipped themselves with assault rifles and taking patrols around the cabins used by the cult members.<br/><br/>Parked near one of the jeeps is a massive off-road camper truck (https://www.blessthisstuff.com/imagens/stuff/earthroamer-xv-lts.jpg) with "Earthroamer XV-LTS" emblazoned on the side of it. A tattooed woman is casually conversing with one of the park rangers, but obviously, due to the nature of the attack, has been barred from entering any further.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Hunters permitted reply to this post:</em>Brook Adams, Jesse