Zedkins 9/07/16

[Zz] AN ANGRY/SAD MESSAGE FROM TREISKAIDEKA TO THE ZEDKINS:

Scribe: Cuttlemaster ~ See Forum Version

Due to the recent lack of anyone coming to the highly important and fun Zedkins meetings, a formal angry / sad message has been requested by the director, Treiskaideka, in order to inform and chastise the community of our deep and very personal feelings. As we were not sure whether Treis wanted angry or sad (it was never specified) we have made the decision that alternating between both angry and sad will provide the ultimate Treiskaideka experience.

YOU IDIOTS. YOU FOOLS. YOU’VE BETRAYED US, YOU’VE BETRAYED YOUR SOLEMN VOWS, AND WORST OF ALL, YOU’VE MADE US ALL SEEM WORSE (WORSE!) THAN LVS. IF I HAD MY WAY I WOULD PERSONALLY TEAR OUT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOUR SPINES, GRIND THEM TO DUST, AND SNORT THEM.

OK guys. The game is up. I know why you were not there. It’s because you hate me, isn’t it? Well, that’s OK. I’m used to it. But y’know, I thought, perhaps, you guys might have turned up. If not for me, but for Treiskaideka. She is very sensitive about these matters. I just thought, maybe, for once, I could be part of something. I could make a difference.

An exciting snapshot of the last Zedkins meeting in full swing

But no. You couldn’t allow that, could you? You couldn’t allow us one thing. You couldn’t let us be happy. You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you (yes, that includes you)? You couldn’t be bothered, bothered, to come to one little community meeting. Now listen here, you little slime. You will come to future meetings. You will enjoy them. You will revel in the fun and happiness of a friendly online community. Or we will find you and break your arms.

I hope you take this message to heart. So before you go, I’ll tell you a little story of a young orange vegetable. This little pumpkin was left all alone throughout his first few years. His parents wasted away on a crash course of drink and drugs, eventually leaving the pumpkin outside of an orphanage all alone. But the little pumpkin was turned away, and left on the cold, hard streets to fend for himself. Without any family, he looked for friends. But they all rejected him for his pungent odour and oddly shaped nose. Lost and alone,he consigned himself for the sweet release of death. But wait - what was that? A community meeting - a beacon of hope in his drudge filled life, a light to shine through the darkness. The Zedkins meeting saved that little pumpkin. But then everyone stopped going so he died. I hope you are happy.

In conclusion, please come to the meetings if you’re on Zedkins (if only to provide us with a bit of interesting content for the seconds). I hope you’ve all absorbed the requisite sadness/anger from this post so you are all feeling pretty emotionally pressured, ashamed, and guilty - you certainly should! See you at the next meeting!

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