Happy Ritual 2015!

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« on: December 24, 2015, 02:12:52 pm »
Because I'm clearly less inventive (read much dumber) than three years ago:

Because I'm clearly less inventive (read dumber) than last year:

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We have paraded through the streets, we have invaded temples - spent weeks and months storing energy for this day of personal ritual. Those persons who measure their lives in the monetary bumps they snort from consumer culture laugh as gods while the world bows in orthodoxy.

Merry Christmas,
Happy Constitution Day,
Malkh,
Quaid-e-Azam,
Takanakuy,
Happy Kwanzaa,
and Happy Hanukkah...

Cheers all. Celebrate life :D!

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Where did I put that TSA christmas poem...
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All credit to Sil-Inchor from the 3seas forum

Twas the Night Before the Second Apocalypse.

Twas just after the womb-plague
And all through the manse
Not a Nonman was stirring
Not even their prince.
The chorae were hung
By the chimney with care
In hopes that the Carapace
Soon would be there.

The sranc were all nestled
Up snug in their beds
Visions of obscenity
Dancing in their heads
When up on Earwa
There arose such a clatter
The violent arrival
Of Man’s Darkest Hour

Away to the windows
The Mandate did fly
They threw open the shutters
Light poured from their eyes
And what did their dream-blearied orbs
There perceive
But a towering storm shouting
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
With a nimil sarcophagus
So shiny and dread
They knew that slain Lokung
Was no longer Dead.

More rapid than eagles
The Consult they came
And He bellowed and gibbered
And screamed out their names

ON SKAFRA, ON GLORTMUND, ON HALGYS AND AURAX
ON BLODMYR, ON THREKLA, ON LYRNYR AND AURANG

TO THE NAIL HIGH IN HEAVEN
TO THE GODS THERE OUTSIDE
ON WRACU, ON BASHRAG, TO RUIN WE RIDE

So up to the skies
His legions they flew
Man-Traitors and skin-spies
The last Inchoroi, too

The Mandate, despairing
Could not stay aloof
They burned in the fires
Of the great Mog-Pharau

The Men of the Three Seas
Were soon overthrown
Their hearthstones all cracked
And their great kings dethroned
The Shriah was headless
The Emperor dead.
‘Twas the Second Apocalypse
The prophets all said

But remember, dear children
That though the No-God would fell us
If things really turn ugly
We can all trust in Kellhus
« Last Edit: December 24, 2015, 02:15:13 pm by Madness »
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« Reply #1 on: December 24, 2015, 06:06:53 pm »
That may be the best thing ever written since the dawn of man.
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« Reply #2 on: December 26, 2015, 04:16:15 pm »
I have to second Quinthane there. Bakker's going to be hard-pressed to top that with TUC.

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« Reply #3 on: December 31, 2015, 10:52:29 pm »
Happy New Year Bakker Fans!

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« Reply #4 on: December 31, 2015, 11:02:34 pm »
Happy New year's TSA maniacs! It's Heineken, pork and sauerkraut w/ mashed taters, shrimp, dip, vegetable platter and two count em, two National semi football games. My wife, my two munchkins and there is no other place I'd rather be. I wish all of you the best in 2016!!!
“No. I am your end. Before your eyes I will put your seed to the knife. I will quarter your carcass and feed it to the dogs. Your bones I will grind to dust and cast to the winds. I will strike down those who speak your name or the name of your fathers, until ‘Yursalka’ becomes as meaningless as infant babble. I will blot you out, hunt down your every trace! The track of your life has come to me,