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