The Goatskin Hut

The self proclamed Chief Mischief Maker takes up residence here in this goatskinned hut on the outer edges of the fledgling empires capitol city.

Passersby can hear mutterings of industrialists, imperialists and idiots.

beer and snacks!

grand armies and religious crusades?

victory with honor?

the concepts and beliefs.

methods and techniques, thats all they are. ideologies, but is there resolve behind them?

Idiots! they have beer and snacks, maybe they'll share.

Maybe.

Capitol city? Seeing as it's still 4000 BC several tents and a rare shack would be a sprawling metropolis by the standards of that time, but taking bureaucracy (or the non-existence of it) into account certainly not a capitol..

Just pulling your leg Mr. Mischief Maker. Welcome to the lands that are already drowned in chaos at the moment, but from which we will emerge gloriously so you can spread your mischief in all its greatness!

At the borders of the capital? Good Sir, you're the only hut in the capital!

*stakes up his next to Von*

Welcome to normal society!

Oh honored and great Mischief Maker. We give you a offering of in the true idiot style.

We would also like to challenge you in the great ancient sporting event....kebaba.

Kebaba (TM some Idiot)

Our philosophies are similar and we hope to remain very close over the centuries.

Major Idit Whomp

My kind of group! Can I join this group?

NVM...you changed your post.

Whomp said:

NVM...you changed your post.

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Yes I did not mean the Idiot Party I meant this party. Sorry my old post implied something else.

Yes I did not mean the Idiot Party I meant this party

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It's Idiot Partee!! and this is a hut.

Sorry I am new to Demogames! I wish to joint this hut. Better

Hey no issues IamSid. We are both new to the demogame process (x us idiots in the MTDG)
In fact, we seem to be similar in our thought processes. You are mischievious and we are simply idiots. Life's good.

Hi everybo....(while attempting to walk into the hut, Swissempire hits his head on a support beam, falls unconcious and is dragged away by a DL who proceeds to smack him with a dead pigeon, and takes the shiny shells in his pocket that he intended to use to get beer. Later when someone asked what happened he tries to a say 'a man who was ugly took his shells, it may have been Ed from the clan two rocks and a stream from us, and hit him with a peice of raw poultry', but all Swissempire could say was "m..ugh..ed" before he passed out, was dragged to the hospital tent down the camel path from the goatskin hut(the hospital tent happens to be ostrich hide though so the origins of the word hosptial are unknown but are specutlated to be a combination of Health giving Ostrich hut run by Al) and was tickled with large bird feathers until he laughed himself out of the coma. This is how the phrase Mugged came to be, and is why all nomadic doctors wear giant feathers in the head apparel!)

An out-of-place wanderer comes strolling along the dirt path leading towards a gathering of tents, ideas, and people. A passerby might mistake the look in his eyes for one of youthful hope and enthusiam, but behind the quick eyes lies a begruding motivation, one that has had its fair share of disappointments.

Of the path a bit, tucked between a hill and a forest, is a goatskinned hut that gives the weary traveler a faint deja vu, a whisper and a shadow of a thought. He shakes off the extenstionallism before walking into the dwelling, and promptly trips over a pair of outstreched legs. Half angry, half embarassed, our traveler looks around to who would upset the delicate balance of a future statesman.

"Von, is that you?"

It was. Working quickly with a precision gained through continual repitition, the traveler, who revealed himself to be Mr. G, pulls two rather large bottles of beer from his satchel, opening one, and giving the other to von. A faint, worn big yellow top hat graces the labels and a rough outline of a wombat barely percievable on the dimly lighted far wall of the hut.

"That's the last of it," Mr. G said solemnly, sitting down next to the ragged looking mischief maker. After a pause, he added, "nice place you got here, von."

Von grunted in reply.

And on into the night, they both sit in silence, drinking their beer, and contemplating this new world that lies before them, the opportunities available to them. It is Mr. G that finally breaks the silence deep into the night with a question:

"What type of mischief?"

Gloriana, calling it a capitol, or a city was wrong. One can only hope that this area may someday become the center of political power for the nation that will be.

Damn, neighbors already.

Thanks for the house warming gift Whomp. I may observe this Kebaba and and participate. It sounds interesting.

they shared the beer, maybe now they could try and use those famous recruiting techniques. Maybe of they don't recognize the lunacy, and instead mistake it for idiocy...well they are self proclamed idiots so I can hope.

IamSid, sorry, though I have greatly enjoyed the gift from Whomp, it was not enough to convince me that you possess the ..um qualifications to join this hut. See this is a personal residence, and while there will likely be parties held here, this is not a party in the political sense. To 'join' this hut you must first be female and then judged suitable through a traditional ceremony known as the 'Wet Tee-Shirt Contest'. You shall have the privilege of attending such ceremonies if you wish though. Just don't smoke the skins of the hut (it won't do you any good anyway).

Swiss, I wish you a speedy recovery. I deny any liability. There is no welcome mat outside the hut and any who enter does so at thier own perile.

Charlie? is that really you? Well it seems that you have grasped the first tradition of the hut quickly. Bring your own beer and enough for the host as well. Mischief, I have not yet begun any real mischief. yet, some may have confused my mutters as the beginnings of some sort of political group. It was more commentary one other established groups that have gathers around.

*goes up to hut, finds no doorbell, but not wanting be rude chooses to stabd outside the door* Hello, HELLO, anyone home, i want some and possibly some :cheese: (worth a try)

There is no cheese here. and your supposed to bring your own beer.
but here, try this stuff. i call it bacon. mmmmmm bacon.