Intergalactic Summit

SETTING: A dusty, depressing temple located in a dusty, depressing city in an equally dusty, depressing part of a planet named Athra. In the background, in the temple, monks chant and flagellate themselves with poorly cooked pasta. The music is reminiscent of the Amarr themselves; boring, repetitive, windy, and probably the result of compressed hot air. In the chruch, a MONK is hard at work kneeling on broken glass, repenting before a graven image of his HEATHEN GOD.

The MONK prays and grovels. "Oh my HEATHEN GOD, give us now our deliverance! Purge me and my people of all of our debauchery and sin, so that we may return to greatness! Lead us, oh HEATHEN GOD, and burn the disobedience and selfishness from our weak flesh!

HEATHEN GOD stirs within the idol.

The MONK looks on in disbelief, and begins to flagellate himself faster, and begins grinding his knees into the shattered glass and other detritus upon which he kneels. "Oh my HEATHEN GOD, please! Give me the strength and the purity to purge the infidels and reclaim..."

HEATHEN GOD: "Muh scorch."

The MONK tries to decipher the cryptic message. "Scorch? You mean, go forth and..."

HEATHEN GOD: "No, fool. I mean muh scorch. Muh scorch."

The MONK look all around, and sees no hint that any of the other monks have noticed the words from the Graven Image. The MONK knows, in this moment, that he is chosen to lead the people, his people, the Amarr, in from the scattered desert wastes and endless dunes, and to give them order, purpose, unity!

The MONK stiffens his upper lip: "Your scorch, my lord."

HEATHEN GOD: "Yiss."

The MONK vows that His will shall be done, and rises from his knees. He strides, purposefully, from the temple, knowing that he must unite his people and lead them against their scattered enemies across the windswept surface of Athra. Once so united, they could begin their quest for the Scorch, for the mythical power which must surely lead the Amarr to victory after victory! The HEATHEN GOD fortold it!

Life here was depressing for the inhabitants; you see, they grew tired of eating only rock and sand, so they began to pray to a HEATHEN GOD for guidance. The HEATHEN GOD of course personally answered the prayers of only the most Righteous, and gave them the message.

"Muh scorch."

(( Nope, I'm not as good at this as Noh is. Nonetheless, I am just as qualified to relay the history of another people! Stay tuned for fun, frivolity, flatulence, and, perhaps, The Scorch? ))

First of all, this:


Secondly, what exactly is this for?

Thanks for noticing but no you can't join us.

I imagine Ava has gotten rather tired of Gosakuminaminmainori Noh's endless and nonsensical ranting about the "history" of the Minmatar and has decided to do a bit of satire.

Excellent satire Ms. Starfire!

And what is this? Goons...in my summit?

No, they're in my Summit.

also allow me to say that my extar post is un needed...but meh

Hm, is it Heresy Night or something?

With Naupilius rambling, Ava doing satire about the Amarr and Rella's upcoming musical based on Holy Amarr Scriptures one has to wonder: How much heresy can the Amarr Empire take?

The only heresy here (besides Nauppie) is you guys not acknowledging me as the ruler and great Goddess of the summit. I earned that title damn it.

I demand offerings of ISK to my wallet now.