The Frunoland (post spambot war) Saturday, Jun 24 2006 

Where are the foods that pickle, what plants grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Sons of Fruno,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the pickle statue gives no shelter, the palavar no relief,
And the GD no sound of discussion. Only
There is shadow under this golden yurt,
(Come in under the shadow of this golden yurt),
And I will show you something different from either
Your sheep at morning striding behind you
Or your drinking buddies at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

 -Roland The Gunslinger


Chapter 2 Verse 9 Wednesday, May 10 2006 

And thus did the great war against the spambots bwgin. With war came death, famine, destruction and disseases. The war looked like it was unwinable to the followers of Fruno. It wasn't until the champions of the GD came that hope was restored to the people.

Fruno, the mighty, and the champions of GD owerpowered the spambots and turned the tide in the war. However, the war lasted many years before the spambots were defeated. The land was destroyed. Ad many people had left in search of more peaceful lands.


Chapter 2, Verse 8 Saturday, May 6 2006 

And behold, when the Interloper invaded the peaceful community, spreading the unholy message of irrelevance, Frunobulax, in his almighty power, said unto his disciples, “Let us wage war, on this, the unholiest of all unholy spambots.”

 – Amata –

Chapter 2, Verse 8 Saturday, May 6 2006 

Sorry mess up on my computer.. double entry. *bows down*

– Amata –

Chapter 2, Verse 7 Thursday, Apr 27 2006 

And lo, Fruno, who above all else desired his subjects to love each other and spread his Holy Word amongst the civilized world, decided to make a desperate attempt of generosity in order to reunify his troops. Thanks to the priceless advices of Mira (Housekeeper of the Holy Palaver House) and thanks to Juliette the Dreamer’s blessed scientific skills, Fruno the Great managed to create, in 3 nights and 3 days, a mutant, 3-meters tall pickle, all sparkling in the holy morning light, which he put on the threshold of his castle.

At the sight of this sacred proof of Fruno’s divine being and goodness, Snerts the Merry, Path the Kind, John the Brave and Jean the Crusader immediately left their hidden and lonely places, in order to come and owe allegiance again to Our Great Lord Fruno.

Eventually, a great mass was celebrated in the holy Chapel of the Cult of Frunobulax, and Jean the Crusader, who was also the Cult’s first Priest, offered Fruney a sparkling silver crown, as a gift of love and faith from all his worshippers. 

– Juliette –

Hymn 17 1/2 Tuesday, Apr 25 2006 

By and by we stand united
Let us stand united still
By and by we stand with honor
Let our honor be in dill

Let there be pickles of mercy
Let there be pickles of peace
Let there be pickles of plenty
Let there be pickles for me

In the day we labor swiftly
In the night we come to dine
In the morn we rise in comfort
That our eve is full of brine

Let there be pickles of mercy
Let there be pickles of peace
Let there be pickles of plenty
Let there be pickles for me!

—–starkraven madd—–

Chapter 2, Verse 6 Monday, Apr 24 2006 

Soon after that, Fruno the Great found that he was regretfully let down by his followers, for those among them who should have devoted themselves to creating the articles of faith were busy with entirely different matters.

Snerts the Merry built an observatory on the roof and refused to come down even for another pickle.

Path the Kind was haunted by hallucinations of inadvertently offending someone, in other words, of treading on their toes. So he spent his time avoiding people’s toes, and the people tried their best not to stick their toes out, so many and many of them climbed on stilts.

John the Brave ensconced himself at the top of the highest tower of the castle, and sent messengers to all parts of earth to bring him new oeuvres of promising troubadours, balladeers and minstrels, and read them, and reviewed them, and oh woe, he was never seen elsewhere.

Jean the Crusader locked himself in the library and started crossing out all words containing “ka”, such as Alaska, skate and kabuki, in all books one by one.

The food and wine had to be taken to the rooftop, the tower and the library, and as the stairs and the ladders were hard to climb on stilts, the other henchmen lamented this deplorable state of things.


Chapter 2, Verse 5 Friday, Apr 21 2006 

Years passed in simple harmony, pickle living next to pickle, and person next to person. Then tragedy struck. By the intervention of outside and greater modly forces, the Room called Palaver was closed for a period of 24 hours. The period known as The DiasporAE. All the followers and even the ruler himself crowded into the ANYTHING THREAD, similar to a guest house, to continue their discussions. Chaos was narrowly avoided by that Messenger by the name of JohnBlaze. With the power of PM he collected the COF from all corners of the site to bring them together in a new place.

After the 24 hours were over, the Palaver Room was unearthed and it was good. All worked hard to clean up the place and continue as before. JohnBlaze and Frunobulax Himself made a game room, and the pickle chest was unharmed. The unharming on the chest is now known as the Miracle of Brine.


Chapter 19 verses 95 – 99 Friday, Apr 21 2006 

And when Frunno saw the wickedness of the dim one and his sheep, he cast him down saying:

“The grave below is astir to meet you at your comming; it rouses the spirit of the departed sheep to greet you – all those who were shepherds in the world: it makes them rise from their flocks -all those who were Kings over the nations. They will respond, they will say to you, “You have also become weak as we are; you have become like us.” All your pomp has been brought down to the grave, along with the bleating of your sheep; maggots are spread out beneath you, worms cover your wool suit. How you have fallen from Heaven, O dim one, son of bestiality! You have been cast down to the Earth, you who once laid low the nations! You who said in your heart, “I will ascend to Heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of American Idol™; I will sit enthroned on the Mount of Assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain of wool. I will ascend above the clouds of wool; I will make myself like the Most High.” But you are brought down to the grave, to the depths of the pit. Those who see you stare at you, they ponder your fate: “Is this the man who shook the Earth and made ruminants tremble, the man who made the world a desert, who overthrew its cities and would not let his captive sheep go?”


Chapter 2, Verse 4 Friday, Apr 21 2006 

And, lo, it came to pass in these times of tribulation and distress that one of Frunobulax's lesser acolytes, called pathoftheturtle, declared his distaste for sweet pickles and all the people were vexed and wroth, for he was called by many the Green Man for his staunch defense of pickledom, and also knew how to make a pretty damn good cocktail.  Many sects began to form around favored varieties and methods of preparation and infighting became rampant, just when the Cult most needed unity.  Wise Frunobulax then declared "Never again shall I make war for any foodstuff!  To each his own, for that hast always been my sacred way!"  And all proclaimed this good, and pathofturtle sealed the peace when he opened a jar of sweet pickles (with a clothespin on his nose) for his true brothers to enjoy.  That is why the sacred >poip< is still heralded as the symbol of harmonic bliss.  (Although they did demote him to lesser, lesser sub-apprenticeship for causing all the ruckus.)


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