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Tanked XX: Exodoss
Saturday, 27th August 2016
6pm till the End of Days
The Richmond Club Hotel
This is it.
The End of Days.
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
Twenty editions of the holy day of Tanked.
Twenty times The People will have answered the call, sometimes cast in shadow, sometimes cast in light.
Twenty times The People will have surrendered themselves to the amber dream.
And for the twentieth, and last time, The People will do so under the lash of penance.
For Doss has said, 'I have observed the misery of My People who are in Purgatory; I have heard their cry on account of their taskmasters. Indeed, I know their sufferings, and I have come down to deliver them from the Sanctioners, and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with inside 50s and Joeys, to the country of the Lloyds, the Maddens, the Danihers, the Watsons, the Longs, and the Hirds. The cry of the Bombers has now come to me; I have also seen how the Sanctioners oppress them. So come, I will send you to Gillon to bring My People, the Bombers, out of Purgatory.'
Join me, brethren, in prayer.
Yea, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil. For thou art with us. Thy Zach and thy Raz, they comfort us. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives. Because we carry some big sticks and we're the meanest mother ****ers in the valley! Four years down, Doss! One final game to go! Can I get an Amen?
Let's part the ****ing navy blue sea once more!
Saturday, 27th August 2016
6pm till the End of Days
The Richmond Club Hotel
This is it.
The End of Days.
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
Twenty editions of the holy day of Tanked.
Twenty times The People will have answered the call, sometimes cast in shadow, sometimes cast in light.
Twenty times The People will have surrendered themselves to the amber dream.
And for the twentieth, and last time, The People will do so under the lash of penance.
For Doss has said, 'I have observed the misery of My People who are in Purgatory; I have heard their cry on account of their taskmasters. Indeed, I know their sufferings, and I have come down to deliver them from the Sanctioners, and to bring them up out of that land to a good and broad land, a land flowing with inside 50s and Joeys, to the country of the Lloyds, the Maddens, the Danihers, the Watsons, the Longs, and the Hirds. The cry of the Bombers has now come to me; I have also seen how the Sanctioners oppress them. So come, I will send you to Gillon to bring My People, the Bombers, out of Purgatory.'
Join me, brethren, in prayer.
Yea, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil. For thou art with us. Thy Zach and thy Raz, they comfort us. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives. Because we carry some big sticks and we're the meanest mother ****ers in the valley! Four years down, Doss! One final game to go! Can I get an Amen?
Let's part the ****ing navy blue sea once more!
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