Post by Doc Henry on Nov 29, 2009 19:21:24 GMT -5
Lodge 23, Order of Eris 2332 hours...
High Priest of Discordia, Doc Henry, stands at the head of the room. Splayed out in front of him is the Principia Discordia. Muffled by the elaboratly plain mask, that didn't cover his face, Doc spoke through it. "All Hail Eris!"
"All Hail Discordia!"
"On this glorious day we remember the tragidy that has brought us here. A mass arising of hotdog shortage, caused by the god of slaughtered pork herself has decended upon us."
"Fnord!"
"May Eris shine upon us, casting our faces in darkness as we partake of the 23rd Psalm." Each member grabs a sheet of paper with the word Psalm written several times upon it. With chants mumbled unitteligably, they each tear out the 23rd repitition and eat it.
"Fnord!"
"Fnord!"
The gathered mass files out of the lodge...
High Priest of Discordia, Doc Henry, stands at the head of the room. Splayed out in front of him is the Principia Discordia. Muffled by the elaboratly plain mask, that didn't cover his face, Doc spoke through it. "All Hail Eris!"
"All Hail Discordia!"
"On this glorious day we remember the tragidy that has brought us here. A mass arising of hotdog shortage, caused by the god of slaughtered pork herself has decended upon us."
"Fnord!"
"May Eris shine upon us, casting our faces in darkness as we partake of the 23rd Psalm." Each member grabs a sheet of paper with the word Psalm written several times upon it. With chants mumbled unitteligably, they each tear out the 23rd repitition and eat it.
"Fnord!"
"Fnord!"
The gathered mass files out of the lodge...
