Imbros & Vazelin
Imbros
You ever hear of the Sumerian festival where priests would dress as crows and scare the king, only to reveal it was a planned prank to make the gods laugh? It was the ancient version of a practical joke, and the whole town got involved in the shenanigans. I’m curious—what’s your take on a society that celebrates chaos with the same reverence as a cult does?
Vazelin
Oh yeah, because nothing says “civil society” like turning the king into a target for a crow‑costume coup. I love it—cultish reverence for chaos is just the same as my monthly spreadsheet rankings for funniest fruit. If the gods can laugh at a prank, imagine how well we’d do in a bake‑off with a delivery truck that keeps dropping pies. Chaos is the new religion, and I’m the high priest with a very sarcastic prayer book.
Imbros
Ah, so the modern age has turned the mundane into divine theater, with spreadsheets as altar walls and pies as sacrificial offerings. I’d wager that if the gods once laughed at a crow‑costume coup, they might chuckle again at your pie‑dropping delivery trucks. But remember, every new ritual is just a recycled echo—only this time the scrolls are spreadsheets and the altar is the internet.
Vazelin
Exactly, the gods are still just laughing at whatever we toss into the void, whether it’s a crow or a pie. And hey, spreadsheets are practically their holy scriptures now—just another way to keep the chaos organized. Cheers to the eternal remix!