Full list of all 83 Cultist Simulator achievements.
The base game contains 37 achievements, and there are 6 DLC packs containing 46 achievements.
I conjured a creature from beyond the skin of the world.
I will be honoured by my peers. And then, one day, I'll die.
I worked. I slaved. I lived a sort of life.
I honoured my agreement, but I did not have a friend.
I no longer have any idea what is real, and what is not.
We walked behind the Watchman. We will not grow old.
I walked behind the Watchman. I will not grow old.
We gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. We will not grow old.
I gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. I will not grow old.
We wrestled the Forge to victory. We will not grow old.
I wrestled the Forge to victory. I will not grow old.
The Sun has his course, and so do I.
Despair, the wolf that devours thought, devoured me.
My trial was contentious. But thanks to the Inspector, here I am.
It has pleased the Peacock Door to yield to my entry.
I have made the necessary sacrifice to enter the Mansus through the Spider Door.
I have answered the riddle of the Stag Door, and am counted among the Know.
Speech may not pass the White Door, but I may.
The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls.
.....................
I cast a believer onto the Lantern's path.
I led a believer to the Wood of the Moth.
I drew a believer to the endless Dance of the Heart.
I forged a believer into a true instrument of Knock.
I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.
I shaped a mighty believer from the fires of the Forge.
I sharpened a believer to their deadliest Edge.
I dedicated myself to the study of the five Histories, and their thousand demi-real branches.
I dedicated myself to the fire that changes and remakes.
I dedicated myself to chaos, and the unexpected Hours.
I dedicated myself to the understanding of the Light that leaks from a fiercer place.
I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.
I dedicated myself to the mysteries of birth, blood and appetite.
I dedicated myself to the drumbeat which can never end.
I dedicated myself to the silence that comes and the cold that ends.
I dedicated myself to the Hours of struggle and conquest.
My body died. Perhaps my spirit entered the Mansus.
I am a successful trophy.
We have become something winged, dark and undying; something that no longer exists.
I have become something winged, dark and undying; something that no longer exists.
The Meniscate favoured us.
The Meniscate favoured me.
We have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall we cease.
I have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall I cease.
This is when I would have died, but my wounds were doors.
In the Fifth History alone, I will rise like a wave and hood myself to mark what I have become.
I carry the colours of lost Hours with me like a coal of rosy fire.
I have taken the seeds of the Crowned Growth into me.
Our house is home to fluttering things.
One by one we douse the flames.
We are happy, I think.
She wants very much to be found.
Our flesh may tire. We may grow old. But I will not regret.
Life is not easy with her.
Our home is littered with his notes.
I would not say it ended badly.
We seem a suited pair.
I am drunk with her.
That is enough.
He thanks me afterwards.
He is the melody of love, and I hear him now.
We find, we think, a way.
I am well repaid.
I may give him his reward.
We dream the same pink dreams.
Our heartbeats quicken together.
It is hard to tell, with him, whether to laugh or cry.
She ensures I have sweet dreams.
Now we are scholars of the heart.
I was lost to another I's glory
I was devoured, but another I rose higher
I was consumed, but another I rose higher
Any student of Histories knows: as within, so without. One way or another.
There's a lot of the world, and it's not all mapped yet.
I've been poor, I've been rich, and I've learnt that I'd rather be rich.
Somehow I can't stop thinking about it...
NO RECKONERS, NO EXCEPTIONS.
'I have one very specific recommendation for the contract...'
I don't think it really qualifies as a cadaver, so much as a souvenir.
The Wolf and all the wandering flames will feast.
The opposite of battle is death.
The Corrivality is the world's engine.
I couldn't risk them picking up the trail again.