In Eris we trust

[P3nT4gR4m]

On a planet full of talking monkeys, so stupid they started shaving then had to invent clothes to stay warm, there is a tribe who set themselves apart. While all the others are hell bent on conforming to some vague notion of "the norm", desperately clinging to the belief that nothing has to change and everything can be made safe, constantly touting some idealistic utopia or other in the vain hope that life can be just fucking perfect, our tribe embraces the chaos, why?

It's not because we necessarily like it. Sure, sometimes it's funny to watch some idiotic ape-born masterplan fall apart under the frenzied onslaught of our Lady's talons but, just as often, the shit just aint funny. People get hurt, worse, the wrong people die. No, we embrace the bitch because we know that she's gonna be there, whether we like it or not. Trying to talk her out of anything is pissing into the wind and it's much more practical to stick nearby and keep an eye on whatever the fuck it is she's going to do next.

Plus that's usually where all the excitement is anyway. I'm an agnostic, that means there may or may not be a god or gods out there but, one thing I'm pretty fucking certain about is that none of the followers of any of these other deities are as serious about having fun in this life as we are. Some have mortgaged their life out, against a potential afterlife and/or rewards therein, others have bought into some con or other, masquerading as the Meaning of Life^tm, others still get so wrapped up in trying to stop their life from exploding around them that they end up missing the whole thing. But not so the followers of Eris.

Because we don't follow in the "have faith and the guys with the pointy hats will tell you what to do" sense. We follow in a much more "keep your head down and make sure she doesn't get wind of you" manner. We check out the casualties from a safe distance and we try to work out how to predict the next epicentre as we're doing it. What we don't get involved in is endeavouring to stop it. We do, however, recognise the hilarty that ensues when other monkeys attempt to do just that very thing. And we laugh among ourselves, and point and screech and hoot, in typical primate fashion.

Who's better off, us or them? Truth be told we're all equally fucked but hey, at least we aint pretending otherwise.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Who's better off, us or them? Truth be told we're all equally fucked but hey, at least we aint pretending otherwise.

And we can find the humor in it...   

Very nice.  I like it!

[Adios]

It's even been reported that this tribe offers little 'assists' now and then. 

[Luna]

Nice, Pent, very nice!