Intergalactic Summit

Do you think that God is going to allow Voluval marks in Paradise? Tattoos generally? Caravans? Chiefs? Elders? Clans, Shamans, or Fortune Tellers?

No, God is not going to allow any of these things into Paradise, not one bit. And should anyone knock upon those heavenly gates bearing the slightest drop of Minmatarness, God will only laugh as the sefrim carry that soul off to Hell.

I don't have any of those. Am I a good girl? I even unbraided my hair recently to look more normal. Maybe I'll bleach it too! But I must confess... I once ate a fortune cookie with the fortune still inside... Tasted like ink... Does that count as a Fortune Teller thingie?

Please Mister Nauplius. Don't be so mean! Minmatar aren't all evil or anything. Some of us are quite good. And I still believe one day god will forgive you for being so mean everyday.

Come now, Karynn dear.

Some people just prefer the 'good girl' demeanor.
A rather bold tactic in any case, let's see if it pays out for her.

God does not care whether you are good. He cares whether you are Chosen.

Do you want to become Chosen? Seek out a Brutor, Sebiestor, or Vherokior. Strap him half-naked unto the altar of God, raise the knife over him, and with a perfectly executed splatter cut drive it through his chest. Feed from the open wound, and fill one-third of a golden vial with his blood. Repeat this process with victims of the other two bloodlines. Your golden vial is a precious symbol of the faith, to be worn always, for the blood of the Brutor gives strength, the blood of the Sebiestor gives intellect, and the blood of the Vherokior gives wisdom.

Amen. Amarr Victor.

Sheesh. And all those Amarrians are saying that we are primitive savages. I think we got a textbook example of stone-age ritual practices right here, Mr. Nauplius.

I'd also suggest that eating the heart of a slain enemy gives you his courage, eating his fresh liver gives you his health, and eating his fresh brain... never mind.



But, on the other hand...

...That might also imply that our blood has inherent magical properties, like that of certain beasts of legend! Wow. Are you sure, Mr. Nauplius, that it isn't our race that is Chosen? Or, at the very least, Blessed?

* Yes he is. How anyone can take themselves that seriously about such fallacies over their own pride goes to show how much farther people are willing to go when death is not going to affect them.

* That would be an inappropriate insult, so no. Not only is it somewhat vulgar, it does not even begin to cover how terrible heresy is.

For a better example I shall equate it to something from gallentean "sci fi", as I have heard it called, that you should be able to understand. Heresy is a virus, and Nauplius is the "Zombie" that spreads said virus (or at least attempts to). Or perhaps a better example, another monster from Gallente fiction, a "Vampire".

* As stated above, since heresy is considered a virus-equivalent in the Empire and to the faithful, telling him to "go away" would not be a good enough solution. Biomassing, yes. Simply 'going away' means he can come back.

Well duh. There's a reason the clonevats for long pig don't allow the brains to mature.
... you know, aside from the obvious ethical issues.

It's remarkable what people start eating when they get into money, I find.

Wait, you're messing with my head here. Does he suck or not?

It must be so hard to be of your religion Mister Nauplius. All I have to do in mine is visit the church every sunday and be kind and friendly to others. It's a pity your religion only accepts murderers and meanies. Must be awful to be so lonely. Even Miss Funk has more friends than you, and she ate a lot of people! And she is friendlier too! She is always inviting people over for dinner or for house visiting!

Why can't you be more like Miss Funk?

Constantly.