Title: When Evil Is No Longer Fantasy: Skaven Mindset in the Real World
As someone who used to LARP and RP Skaven in Warhammer Fantasy online, I always saw it as a dark parody of evil—something exaggerated, grotesque, and obviously wicked. Skaven are narcissistic, backstabbing, manipulative, and entirely void of empathy. Their worldview is built on destruction, domination, paranoia, and deep-rooted cruelty. It was fantasy, an outlet, a cautionary tale, not a model for real life.
But lately, I see that same Skaven-like mindset in real-world movements. Especially when looking at the mindset of groups like Chāmās (Hamas). Their glorification of violence, their celebration of bloodshed, their indoctrination of children with hate—it’s beyond disturbing. It takes an absolute lack of cognitive reasoning and empathy to support what they do. It’s the kind of deep moral decay that used to belong only in grimdark fantasy worlds.
And what’s even worse? The world seems okay with it. Or at least, too many are. People wear the watermelon symbol 🍉 as if it’s some cute or noble rebellion, completely blind to the fact that it represents a cause soaked in innocent blood. It represents terror, abuse, and narcissism disguised as resistance. It’s the weaponization of victimhood. Just like the Skaven always cry “not our fault-fault!” while stabbing you in the back.
I write this because my heart breaks. I used to laugh at how over-the-top the Skaven were—now I cry seeing that mindset alive in real people. I can’t understand how the world became numb to evil. How people justify supporting groups that blow up civilians, use children as shields, and manipulate sympathy while doing the worst atrocities imaginable.
It is not brave to support evil. It is not smart to side with death. And it is not compassion to excuse abuse.
Evil is real. And no longer fiction.
And here’s the strange part.
When I talk to my old Skaven RP friends—people who used to joke about warpstone and backstabbing each other for cheese—they now seem more kind, more human, more empathetic than the real world around me. Isn’t that tragic?
The ones who used to play twisted fantasy roles, who knew how to separate dark humor from reality, now show more compassion, more honesty, more humility than many people in politics, media, or social movements.
It makes me reflect on how upside down the world has become. Fantasy villains act with more dignity than real-life ideologues. People who LARP rats have more conscience than people who excuse rockets fired at children.
The Bible warned about this.
2 Timothy 3:1–5 (AMP):
But understand this, that in the last days dangerous times [of great stress and trouble] will come [difficult days that will be hard to bear]. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, revilers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy and profane,
and they will be unloving [devoid of natural human affection], irreconcilable, malicious gossips, devoid of self-control, intemperate, immoral, brutal, haters of good,
traitors, reckless, conceited, lovers of [sensual] pleasure rather than lovers of God,
holding to a form of [outward] godliness [religion], although they have denied its power [for their conduct nullifies their claim of faith]. Avoid such people and keep far away from them.
And also:
Matthew 24:12 (AMP):
Because lawlessness is increased, the love of most people will grow cold.
That’s exactly what I see. Love is growing cold.
People don’t weep anymore.
They rationalize evil, justify murder, call it "resistance" or "freedom." They idolize cruelty and cancel compassion. It’s like humanity is slipping into a numb, arrogant trance. And anyone who still feels deeply, who still says, “This is wrong,” is mocked or silenced.
So when I talk to my old Skaven RP friends and they show more warmth than people claiming moral high ground, it hits hard. This is not how the world should be.
It reminds me to stay rooted in Yeshua the Messiah, who is the arm of YHWH (Isaiah 53:1), and whose return will bring true justice.
Until then, the rats I used to pretend to be seem to have more heart than many who shout for “justice” with blood on their hands.
And that, too, is a sign.
When I was a little child—maybe 4 or 5—I used to dream about the end times.
Not in fear.
Not in horror.
But with hope.
I thought the end meant Jesus comes, and everything is good again. I imagined lions lying peacefully with children, like in Isaiah, and I believed I could walk beside them, pet them, and never be afraid.
I didn’t understand the warnings. I didn’t know what the Bible really said about what must happen before the King returns. I didn’t know about wars, betrayal, cruelty, apostasy, and people becoming cold, arrogant, and heartless.
I just knew: “Jesus comes back, and the world becomes beautiful.”
That was my childhood hope.
But now I live in this time. And I regret that wish.
Because this is horrible.
I didn’t know that people would start acting worse than fantasy monsters. I didn’t know the world would be so twisted that humans begin to resemble the worst parts of the Skaven—deceitful, violent, paranoid, proud, and without any love for others.
And sometimes, I just want to crawl away and cry.
Not as a joke. Not for drama.
Just… fall apart.
There are moments I wish I could curl up beside Ska Bloodtail, one of the Skaven I used to write and roleplay with, and bury my face in his matted fur and just cry.
Cry about the state of the world.
Cry about how evil no longer hides, it celebrates itself.
Cry because what I thought was fiction now feels like mercy compared to real-life evil.
It feels wrong to say, but sometimes the Skaven I made up showed more love and loyalty in their twisted way than real people do now.
It’s overwhelming.
And yet even in all of this, I know what Jesus said:
Luke 21:28 (AMP):
Now when these things begin to occur, stand tall and lift up your heads [in joy], because [suffering ends as] your redemption is drawing near.
So I try.
I cry.
And then I remember:
Yahweh has not forgotten.
Yeshua is coming.
And He will wipe away every tear.
Even the ones cried into the fur of rat-friends from Warhammer Fantasy rp group, because the real world was too dark to bear.
Here is the final part of your blog post, closing with your message and righteous stand:
And I need to say this clearly:
I condemn every single person who waves the 🍉 symbol while supporting bloodshed, lies, and terror.
You have become so twisted, so blinded by hate and pride, that you now make the Skaven—literal fictional rat monsters—look loving, kind, and even pure in comparison.
Do you even hear how far the world has fallen?
You stand for a cause that celebrates killing civilians, brainwashing children, stabbing the innocent, and then play victim while doing it. That is pure darkness, and I will never support it, never excuse it, and never be silent against it.
Isaiah 5:20 (AMP):
Woe (judgment is coming) to those who call evil good, and good evil;
Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness;
Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!
This is not justice.
This is not freedom.
This is sin masquerading as righteousness.
So yes, I mourn.
I cry into the arms of my fellow Skaven LARPers because I feel safer in that make-believe darkness than in the real, cruel world that calls itself woke, just, or noble.
But I also cling to my Savior.
Yeshua, the Arm of YHWH, is still coming.
He will judge the wicked, heal the brokenhearted, and bring a Kingdom where wolves lie with lambs and no one hurts or destroys anymore (Isaiah 11:6–9).
Until then, I watch. I pray. And I weep for a world that forgot what love really means.
