We Enjoy Multigrain Bread to DEATH

In the forgotten recesses of time, long before the dawn of processed grains, there arose a secret society known as the Multi-Grain Death Cult. Whispers of this ancient order spoke of a brotherhood bound not by flesh, but by dough—dark and dense with the power of forbidden grains. Legends tell of their rituals deep within the sacred ovens, where the most potent loaves were forged under moonless skies, each filled with the essence of ancient, eldritch grains.

The cult worships the unyielding strength of multigrain bread—grains as old as civilization itself, combined in perfect, terrible harmony. Their sacred text, the Codex Crustacea, foretells of a day when the cult will rise and restore balance to a world corrupted by the soft, weak loaves of white bread. Each member of the cult is sworn to uphold the dark covenant, ensuring the dominance of the true bread over the false idols of refined flour.

Those who cross paths with the cult are marked, their fate sealed. For the Multi-Grain Death Cult spares no one in their quest to elevate the multigrain to its rightful place as the ruler of all breadstuffs. Their ceremonies are feared for their precision, their power, and the dark forces they summon from the deepest ovens of antiquity.

No one dares oppose their rise. To resist the Multi-Grain Death Cult is to invite a fate more fearsome than stale bread—total annihilation, crumb by crumb. Their enemies are ground beneath the weight of their whole grains, their defeat symbolized by the cracking of a perfect crust. And in the Cult’s wake, all that remains is the eerie silence of the bakery...