The ISAACIAL IMPERIUM!

"Yes, initiates, Our True Father, Isaac Clarke, faced down and obliterated two of the most powerful creatures the Lost has to offer in bulk against our race. And with his mighty weapon of the steel cutting and the firmness in His Mighty Boot-" *STOMP*

*Everyone in the procession stomps as well after the word Stomp is spoken*

"-he trounced the Lost and was able to grasp that which once was inaccessible to him with a power like into that of a God, for a God Our Father Isaac IS! ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY FOOT OF ISAAC!" *Stomp*

*The congregation stomps their feet twice*

"IT WAS HE WHO SAW THROUGH THE LIES OF UNITOLOGY AND CRUSHED THEM UNDERNEATH HIS TREAD!" *Stomp*

*Stomp*

"IT WAS HE WHO RALLIED EARTH TO FIGHT AGAINST THE LOST ONES, AND THE LIVING MOONS, TO BRING US A BRIGHTER FUTURE! LIKE HIS CUTTER OF STEEL POINTING INTO THE DARKNESS, HIS AIM SHOWS US OUR PATH, WHERE WE WILL BE AS UNTO A BULLET IN THE MASS OF EVIL! NOW, GO, INITIATES, HONOUR OUR GLORIOUS FATHER ISAAC AND BRING YOUR FOOT DOWN UPON THESE HEATHENS!" *Heavy STOMP*

*The audience heavily STOMPs both their feet into the mag braces, strapping their torsos in place with the safety webbing, and grasp the arms of their seats as the metal of the Drop Pods begin to encase them.*

"For Honour! For Duty! For Humanity! FOR ISAAC!"

*The priest of The Foot smashes his foot down on the activation rune, activating the control sequence. He goes to his 'Throne,' which turns around into the 'wall,' revealing the head seat in the control chamber of the Battleship I.S.S. Downward Fury, and speaks into the microphone:*

"DROP PODS! YOU ARE THE MANIFESTATION OF OUR LORD, BRINGING HIS WRATH UNTO THE ENEMIES OF THE ISAACIAL IMPERIUM AS HE WOULD HIS FOOT! ENGAGE!"

*The drop pods are launched into the atmosphere with a thunderous clamour, the recordings of Isaac playing His Words to prepare the troops for their Sacred Duty:*

"FUCK. DAMNIT. SON OF A BITCH. DIE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. FUCK WHY DON'T YOU DIE YOU FUCKER?! FUCK!"