Full list of all 83 Cultist Simulator achievements.
The base game contains 37 achievements, and there are 6 DLC packs containing 46 achievements.
We gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. We will not grow old.
We walked behind the Watchman. We will not grow old.
I dedicated myself to the study of the five Histories, and their thousand demi-real branches.
I led a believer to the Wood of the Moth.
I dedicated myself to chaos, and the unexpected Hours.
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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.
The Sun has his course, and so do I.
I walked behind the Watchman. I will not grow old.
I cast a believer onto the Lantern's path.
I will be honoured by my peers. And then, one day, I'll die.
I no longer have any idea what is real, and what is not.
I dedicated myself to the silence that comes and the cold that ends.
I honoured my agreement, but I did not have a friend.
My trial was contentious. But thanks to the Inspector, here I am.
My body died. Perhaps my spirit entered the Mansus.
I gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. I will not grow old.
It has pleased the Peacock Door to yield to my entry.
I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.
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.
I dedicated myself to the mysteries of birth, blood and appetite.
The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls.
Despair, the wolf that devours thought, devoured me.
I conjured a creature from beyond the skin of the world.
Speech may not pass the White Door, but I may.
I dedicated myself to the drumbeat which can never end.
I worked. I slaved. I lived a sort of life.
I dedicated myself to the understanding of the Light that leaks from a fiercer place.
I dedicated myself to the fire that changes and remakes.
I wrestled the Forge to victory. I will not grow old.
I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.
I drew a believer to the endless Dance of the Heart.
I forged a believer into a true instrument of Knock.
We wrestled the Forge to victory. We will not grow old.
I have joined the storm-chorus of the Thunderskin. Never shall I cease.
I 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.
We have become something winged, dark and undying; something that no longer exists.
The Meniscate favoured me.
The Meniscate favoured us.
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.
He thanks me afterwards.
I am well repaid.
Now we are scholars of the heart.
I am drunk with her.
I would not say it ended badly.
One by one we douse the flames.
We seem a suited pair.
We are happy, I think.
I may give him his reward.
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.
It is hard to tell, with him, whether to laugh or cry.
Our home is littered with his notes.
She ensures I have sweet dreams.
That is enough.
Our house is home to fluttering things.
Life is not easy with her.
Our heartbeats quicken together.
We dream the same pink dreams.
He is the melody of love, and I hear him now.
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.