The Gods were annoyed, to say the least. But we had rented the space, fair and square, so they just had to clear out and spend the week on a cruise through the Astral. Apollo, in his little white vacation shoes, flipped me off on the way out. They had just heard the news, that Limbo Peak had been rented out by Discordians.

See, when Triple Zero and I reserved the place, we wore these sweet masks. I was Hairacles and he was Kolonoskopos. We told them it was a masquerade ball, but we didn't tell 'em who was on the guest list.

[Insert pic of kolonoskopos and hairacles]

When Zeus found out, he got all bitchtits. "Discordians?" he thundered. "Aw honey, they're gonna foul the pool..." Then someone informed him that skinnydipping was listed on their agenda, and that old windbag's bitchtits burst out of his beardhole. "I forbid the pool entirely!" Sure thing pops. Yeah, we're good guests. Where do you keep the towels?

See, our Lady Eris is celebrating 49 or 50 years or so since she sent that imaginary penguin to freak out those spags Mal and Omar. Since then, it's been more or less a constant party - like something Crowley would envision while deep in some ass trance. So in a way, we're celebrating 49 or 50 years of constant partying with an even weirder party.

And we have a lot to talk about. There are a lot of pranks, projects, and energy in the Discordian society. Planet X turned out to be Our Lady Eris' deep space hideout. We've got people deep cover infiltrated into the mainstream media. We're all over the place like tossed cookies.

So 000 and I, er, Hairacles and Kolonoskopos tried to contact as many Discordians as we could find for this bizarre masquerade bash. And when the party started, they came in droves. They spoke in Russian. There were mittens in every discussion.

Weird people in their anybody suits.

[insert the beach etc.discordia ad]

Now there's a lot of Discordians out there on the web, and they're not organized really well, so