NSFW WARNING! Body horror/gore warning.
"We know how you have harmed this place with your pollution. Your violence. And your discord. When we spread across the world, we will cleanse it. Merge all of its flesh with the Mass. Join with us! Enjoy the ecstacy of our union. So what shall it be? Will you join the Glorious Mass... or do you DIE here?"
Officially labeled a terrorist group, the Stainless Concord is a fanatical group of True Mutants and other Mutants, led by a monstrous, mutated entity who believe that the faults of the Kykr and the destruction of The Cataclysm can only be cured by ascension to physical perfection. The Stainless Concord plan to either convert everyone to mutants or wipe every last shred of unmutated DNA off the face of the world.
The MassWhile the Processor is the clear leader and voice of the Concord, it speaks of "The Mass" as an entity on its own. As if the entirety of the Concord was little more than one body with many limbs, or perhaps cells. It appears to consider the Concord a single body and one mind. People who are captured are given the choice to join the Mass or be killed, as obstacles between the Processor and the physical ascension of the world's flesh. Rumor has it that those who accept are mutated beyond recognition, turned into horribly disfigured monstrosities and melded to fulfill some purpose in the Concord. There is a rumor that there exists a journal, recovered from near what is said to be the Concord's heart, that speaks of something called "Flesh Pits", in which prisoners are thrown. These pits are filled with bodies in differing stages of amalgamation and the prisoners are supposedly "consumed" by the flesh, becoming one, huge monstrosity as their individuality is slowly subsumed and replaced by the will of the Mass. However, it is all but rumor and hearsay...
Through the stinking mist I saw a pool, filled to the brim with shapeless flesh. Limbs with nailless hands protruding from it's repulsive, undulating surface, grasping impotently at the air. Eyeless heads, faces with gaping mouths screaming in torment. Alien voices tearing the air apart in a cacaphony of terror. Their crying voices, slowly subsumed into a murmur. A union praise to the Mass. The pile of flesh suddenly spoke, its thousand voices echoing through the tenebrous cave. I can scarcely speak of it, lest my mind give way to madness.
We must ascend our putrid flesh into glorious perfection
Mutants are a subspecies of the Kykr species. Commonly mutated during gestation and born with mutations, mutants are second class citizens, at best, at the bottom of the societal ladder.
The True Mutants are so mutated that you can no longer discern what species the mutant was originally. They are often alien to the other species and shunned from society. True mutants are relegated to The Promised Land or worse: The Stainless Concord.