Shireroth

I should probably sketch out a story about Ryvenna at some point, but I don't plan on having any creative input on Cederism in general. *throws grenade for the hell of it*BO0O0O0O0/\/\!!!!!!

IS anyone interested in writing stories for anything regarding Cedrism? Fax and I seem to be the only ones who still care. Am I wrong or dead on? If I am, then I might as well insitute the changes I want to make and be done with it. There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

any small bit can help! There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

But...but...o priest, if there are truly gods, and they are truly just, why do they permit Babkha to exist? You and your nation should be on MicroWiki, micronationalism's premier source for information. Get over there and write up an article now! It's a quick and easy way to get your name out to the whole micronational world.

Or all of you can repent and work on Soloralism instead. Bill Dusch - Archon of SoloralismPissing off Micras, one nation at a timeProud to be Apollonianvar txtList = new Array()txtList[txtList.length]="'Whoa! You're in...college now? You got...older! I guess that's what happens when time passes, but still...' - Scott Siskind";txtList[txtList.length]="'The Hindenburg Uncertainty Principle, by contrast states that before you get on a blimp, you can never be certain whether it's going to catch on fire or not' - Scott Siskind";txtList[txtList.length]="Why do I need some cheese?";txtList[txtList.length]="'me to. well almost, we have to worship the living god, Bill3000.' - Hubert";txtList[txtList.length]="'Y'know what? I am never going to get out of micronations. I think I need to be assassinated or something.' - Jason Steffke";txtList[txtList.length]="'Bill, you are STILL young and stupid.' - Jason Steffke, Control of Destiny 1";txtList[txtList.length]="I think we've gotta promote you. You now have slightly more diplomatic skills than a random rock. - Sirithil nos Feanor, to Bill Dusch";txtList[txtList.length]="'Wow. I'm this close to admitting you're no longer young and stupid.' - Scott Siskind, to Bill";txtList[txtList.length]="'ow! I've been thrwappen! Now I have a sudden urge to enter politics...' - Gryphon the Pure, after being hit by a shard of Pure Mischief";txtList[txtList.length]="'I could probably date Hypatia's Mom. Now THAT'S scary.' - Ryan Caruso"; j=parseInt(Math.random()*txtList.length);j=(isNaN(j))?0:j;document.write(txtList[j]);

They permit Babkha to exist to teach you a lesson not to abandon them! Every light MUST have a dark to be an opposite, so that you may know what it is to be just! Just Kaiser, you must push for more Cedrism in all the lands! There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

*detonates an ammo dump in a simple act of piety* *throws grenade for the hell of it*BO0O0O0O0/\/\!!!!!!

Praise you, Dutchess Hypatia!!! The gods are pleased with you! Who else will make their act of piety?! There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

No religion for me. They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

Reconsider before it's too late! There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

*Is slowly putting together a treatise on a philosophy of Cedrism*

Viva la B0O0O0O0O0()O()O/\/\!!!!!!! Blindness Is A Blessing

Bless you brother Fax! The gods have heard you cry of praise and are well pleased!And brother Shyriath, let divine inspiration flow from the Plane of Order! There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

I would be only too happy to write something for Cedrism. I'll wait till Shyriath's philosophy has been authorised, as it has some very good stuff that I'd want to make sure is "canon" before using it in a story or fable or what-have-you. Wil Nider to the HyperboreansEoin to the restZirandorthel to the ages

Good luck on waiting for Brappa. His divine timing is a bit... testy sometimes, even for my faith. There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.