Homage to the Gods and Demigods Date Friday, April 19, 2024 - 12:22 PM PST Topic Cult Watering the garden time has come again with the spring that is descending upon most of the Northern Hemisphere. We are blessed with an abnormally strong group of core members and an increasing base of strong members who will no doubt become core one day. It would be remiss on all of our parts were if we were to fail to water this fertile garden from time to time. In no particular order: Devin. Unseen and powerful as most other gods, he gave birth to this place so long ago and has guided its existence since that time. He has a surreal insight into motivations and relations, and chances are that if you have the hots for someone, he knew about it a month before you did. His presence is as evanescent as ether on a summer's day, yet undeniable as the humidity on Rue Bourbon. Callei. Where do I start? She is the heart of the site, and more, the community that has grown up around the site. Just as you forget to hear your own heartbeat, many have missed her influence, but she is still there. Meranda. When voices get raised, she is the stern voice of reason. When emotions get bruised, she is the soft bandage. Always present, not always understood, she is the mother to the orphans of this place. Schizo. Mother Confessor to us all, her pure spirit and endless forgiveness will bring anyone back to the fold regardless of their transgressions. This is both her blessing and her curse. Loving and forgiving to a fault, a martyr for a cause which is all but hopeless in this cynical world. Feral. The truth-speaker. From him, there is no question, you get the truth as he sees it with no varnish and knotholes included at no extra cost. Rough around the edges and soft at the heart, he will scare you off or draw you in but nothing in between. Dolorosa. The Trickster. Ever playful, ever chaotic. Never doubt his soul, but doubt everything else as he loves a good joke at any expense. Squid. Arch-nemesis of Dolo, and emissary to the great Abyss of the unseen ocean floors. He sets the alarm clocks in R'Lyeh and knows the combination to Davey Jones' locker. If you're ever at BM, look him up. Monolycus. Never there was a man that lived up to his name so well as did the Lone Wolf. Demonised, hated, revered for taking the unpopular position and for playing the devil's advocate when the part needed playing. If you bother to dig beneath his crusty exterior, well, there is a spiky and unforgiving interior, but beneath THAT beats a heart of gold. Few have the patience for gold mining. ComteStGermain. Asshole, 250 years old or not. Now, I've left out more than a few members who are key to the continued success of this community. I invite and challenge you all to add to what I have said above and to mention other members ( I have a list, I expect to see them all ) in the comments section. I also expect to see one comment per article view, so speak up and don't disappoint! This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=846