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Recovery from Mormonism (RfM) discussion forum.
Ziller, ExMormonRon and GayLayAleJesus had been hanging out in front of the RfM Administration Building all day.
The sign-up sheets for judges at the upcoming ExMo Bikini Bottom Beach Volleyball Invitational were supposed to be posted soon and they wanted to be first in line.
It was a beautiful day at the ExMo compound. The Rainbow Salamander flag and palm trees waved in the cool breeze and an eclectic mix of Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath and Mike Hargreaves music was bumping over the compound’s sound system.
Out in front of the Administration Building, a bunch of newbies were lined up waiting to register their monikers and passwords.
Some of the newbies had only been in open apostasy a few weeks or less. They were joking around, smoking cigars, drinking wine coolers, playing grab-ass and wondering aloud about what it was going to be like. For the first time in their lives, nobody was telling them what to do, what to wear or what to think – it was pretty loose.
Up at the Administration Building there was an excellent view down into what was happening in the Discussion Forum. The regular posters were down there cutting up as was standard – lots of sex-talk, drink-talk, light-mindedness, laughter, blaspheming, shouting, and yelling – the usual stuff.
Heads turned as Stray Mutt came thundering in through the front gates of the Exmo compound on his custom bike. He pulled up to the Administration building and shut off his engine.
“Anything good happening in the Discussion `Forum today?” he asked.
ExMormonRon said, “Well, Raptorjesus barbequed some troll with a flame thrower after SL Cabbie bumped it with his cab. That was pretty good.”
“Yeah,” added GayLayAleJesus, “and Steve Benson crucified a couple of posters, but that’s been about it.”
Ziller was about to say something, but before he could the sky began to darken and the wind picked up. The Rainbow Salamander flag strained violently against its halyard and the thickening clouds began to roll and turn a perverse purplish greenish color.
The Discussion Forum began to quickly fill up with a nasty hail of anonymous posts about gay teen suicides, sexual abuse, physical and mental abuse, divorce and inexpressible heartache caused by unthinking human devotion to the heretical cult of Mormonism.
The newbies lined up in front of the Administration Building got real quiet. Nobody was saying anything. There was even an audible gasp from the lurkers standing outside the fence.
Some of the newbies began shaking and crying and some started throwing up. One guy even got down on his knees to pray!
Ziller looked at the newbies and said to himself, “Welcome to the Party, y’all. Welcome to the Party.”
ziller
The sign-up sheets for judges at the upcoming ExMo Bikini Bottom Beach Volleyball Invitational were supposed to be posted soon and they wanted to be first in line.
It was a beautiful day at the ExMo compound. The Rainbow Salamander flag and palm trees waved in the cool breeze and an eclectic mix of Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath and Mike Hargreaves music was bumping over the compound’s sound system.
Out in front of the Administration Building, a bunch of newbies were lined up waiting to register their monikers and passwords.
Some of the newbies had only been in open apostasy a few weeks or less. They were joking around, smoking cigars, drinking wine coolers, playing grab-ass and wondering aloud about what it was going to be like. For the first time in their lives, nobody was telling them what to do, what to wear or what to think – it was pretty loose.
Up at the Administration Building there was an excellent view down into what was happening in the Discussion Forum. The regular posters were down there cutting up as was standard – lots of sex-talk, drink-talk, light-mindedness, laughter, blaspheming, shouting, and yelling – the usual stuff.
Heads turned as Stray Mutt came thundering in through the front gates of the Exmo compound on his custom bike. He pulled up to the Administration building and shut off his engine.
“Anything good happening in the Discussion `Forum today?” he asked.
ExMormonRon said, “Well, Raptorjesus barbequed some troll with a flame thrower after SL Cabbie bumped it with his cab. That was pretty good.”
“Yeah,” added GayLayAleJesus, “and Steve Benson crucified a couple of posters, but that’s been about it.”
Ziller was about to say something, but before he could the sky began to darken and the wind picked up. The Rainbow Salamander flag strained violently against its halyard and the thickening clouds began to roll and turn a perverse purplish greenish color.
The Discussion Forum began to quickly fill up with a nasty hail of anonymous posts about gay teen suicides, sexual abuse, physical and mental abuse, divorce and inexpressible heartache caused by unthinking human devotion to the heretical cult of Mormonism.
The newbies lined up in front of the Administration Building got real quiet. Nobody was saying anything. There was even an audible gasp from the lurkers standing outside the fence.
Some of the newbies began shaking and crying and some started throwing up. One guy even got down on his knees to pray!
Ziller looked at the newbies and said to himself, “Welcome to the Party, y’all. Welcome to the Party.”
ziller
Thanks fer puttin' me in it! And the nod to my music :)
Good stuff!
Dude! You left out the part where we hoisted the SUYT flag and Piper flashed us. :)
Thanks for including me.
Ron
Thanks for including me.
Ron