Ok, so imagine the Chief of your tribal village just took a club upside his head...

[Oregone]

And his two sons are vying for power. In the midsts of the drought, Kanal says he will sacrifice the blood of half the children in the village to bring the rain to the crops, which raises the elders to their feet in agreement. Bugel chides his zealotry to the old Gods, and reminds him a mere 4 children will be sufficient to induce rainfall to a thunderous, inspired applause. Now, the election ensues, in which each villager must drop their blood into either Kanal's or Bugel's cow skull (the fullest upside-down skull signifies which great man will take the throne). With the sharpened femur bone to your wrist, you now must decide what to do....

[tkmorris]

1. Stab Kanal and Bugel with the sharpened femur

And declare myself King. Those two are superstitious morons.

[Oregone]

3. That beats giving blood to nerdy Nagfuk, who everyone pees on during the Chicrug shows

[undergroundpanther]

2. stab both brothers

And END the sacrifices and tear down the altar and thrones. FOREVER.
No masters,no gods..no more blood,power, privileges or tolerance for the wannabe kings,the superstitious assholes or the wealthy.Death to the bullies who would dare ask me to shed MY blood for securing their domination/rule over our tribal kin.

[petronius]

4. Does this tribe do anything that doesn't involve blood? 'Cause really,

I did not sign on for that kind of thing.

However, if I have to do something, I spend the election period encouraging the tribal freepers to vote as many times as they want. Once everyone is weak from loss of blood, I go to work with that club-upside-head procedure...

[Oregone]

5. They make pretty speeches about ceramic pottery, rotating crop and retrofitting huts to be "green"

But, at the end of the day, its about spilling or accumulating blood. The manifestation of their policies aren't as pretty as the rhetoric.


You think sausage making is ugly, try watching their cooking channel when they teach about mixing Kegluck pie.

[gleaner]

6. I don't believe in shedding blood ...

not mine or anyone else's. And that femur is just nasty. I don't know where it's been. So I refuse to take it, walk to the next village where the people are more rational or at least not obsessed with blood and ask them to drum for a doctor for the old Chief. Then I join the members of the new village who are trying to work out a system of direct Democracy, give my input and join them.

No matter how good the old Chief and his family say they are or how much they tout what they can do, when it comes to blood there has got to be someone better and more reasonable.

[Oregone]

7. Thats what I did

I think you either participate in it, try and break it, or you get lost (I got lost)


Oh, how silly I look now....hypothetically speaking, you know.

[gleaner]

8. Nah ...

You look the same as you always did. :fistbump: Welcome to the village. We are busy fermenting some grapes we found downstream and then we are going to drink the juice. Join us in a mug.