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