Greetings fellow Turkeys. Flagons of pudding to you all.
This chaos is great. Keep up the good work!

Now then, My real purpose for posting here is to let you all know about something important to us all. Something I (and many others like me) try to spread as much as possible.
No, it's not butter, it's not jam, it's freedom.
Freedom is why I live. I have the freedom to post on random things like dirt, or chicken legs. I have the freedom to pursue ANY goal I so desire. (well, within reason [reason being outlined by those who are Divine]) I am a part of one of the most important Organizations of this land, the Organization for Rogue Achaeans.
I live, breathe, eat, burp, freedom.
I can do whatever I want. (within reason, etc. etc.)
The ORA is freedom.
Here's a short scenario for you all to chew upon for a spell...
Your name is Alfred P. Binarfony. You are a middle aged, mediocre fighter who resides in City B, in the X Guild.
You served your guild well, your purpose, as told to you by other, more prominent members of City B, and Guild X is to eradicate the population of Termites in Sapience.
The guild follows this with blind faith. A devotion matched by no other group of people in the land. (Or so you're told)
But Hark! What is that on yonder horizon! It's the Guild for Termite Preservation! (GTP for short) Ooooh, those scoundrels. Trying to keep the land full of the termites that we are eradicating! What an ungreatful bunch of curs! We're protecting your wooden structures and trees!
A war soon ensues, and you are second in command in the elite Feeble Anacondian Rebel Termite Squashers. (FART for short) You gain prominence, you are looked up to by young stouts newly entering the guild. Your guildrank has reached a soaring 6!
The war rages on. And finally, after months of tactical planning for the FARTS, you begin to question your purpose in life...
"Why am I doing this?" you ask yourself.
"What is it really accomplishing?"
After a heavy hour or so in your battlefield study, you drop your blood stained termite squashers and say "NO! I won't fight this silly war anymore! I won't be a pawn in some political game of Kings Chess! By Sarapis, I shall be Free!"
You proceed to quit your guild.
"Wow, this freedom is great!" you tell a close friend. "I can do whaveter I want (within reason)!"
"Yeah," your friend replis "but don't you miss the companionship of a guild? The security, the love?"
You ponder this, and your past 5 months of complete freedom.
A smiling woman approaches you one day, out of the clear blue sky..
"would you like to join us in our quest for freedom?" she asks.
She proceeds to explain this crazy idea of the ORA to you. It sounds good. The basic message is freedom. You join, and live a full, happy, free life.

Where are you? Are you fighting for someone else? Are their goals dictating your actions? Are you free?

In Chaos and Knoweledge,
Spirit of Mirth and Mayhem, Kona Diamante

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Lupar, in the year 240 AF.