Your greed or caprice have led you to attack innocent travellers.
You hunt predators in the dark.
You have proven your physical and martial supremacy.
You founded the Museum of Unnatural Curiosity, famous for its unparalleled beauty. It draws awed visitors from all over the House.
You founded the Museum of Unnatural Curiosity, famous for its unique discoveries. It has kick-started what some scholars are calling a 'Renaissance.'
You founded the Museum of Unnatural Curiosity, famous for its oddness and gruesomeness. There are already hundreds of fearful myths and whispers about the place, half of them true.
You are now an editor, the highest form of life.
You have destroyed a deity.
Your heart has been taken from you.
Your missing hand has been replaced by a technological marvel.
You raided a living skull like a vault.
A thousand frail wings flutter against the inside of your skin.
Who would have thought a person could have so much blood in them?
You have trouble gauging distances.
You have opened one of the House's Doors. Perhaps it should have stayed locked...
You have been knighted as a poet-warrior of Fargyle Keep.
You have written at least one poem. Perhaps it will outlive you.
You have sold a sapient being into slavery.
You have forgotten how to sleep.
You exterminate parasites.
Complete the game with your terrible starting upper-deck crew.
You came face-to-face with something that lurks.
You somehow destroyed the Tyrannic.
You have climbed the property ladder to its highest rung.
You have visited every unique location in the House. Wow!
You lost all your Sanity.
You lost an upper-deck crewmember in combat.
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