The Church of the High Cross

So it came to pass that the end of days struck the realms of stick tag. Both those realms that resided under the phoenix, as well as those bereft of the white light. And in those days the presence of the Lord our God of Whacks departed from the lands, and the faithful found themselves with no ditch wherein sins could be purged, and no sanctification could be made. The Gates of Donkholla henceforth closed, and the Rites of Nosh and Bevvy unable to be observed. Dark times visit...ed upon all, even our Holiest of Meccas, the Golden City thereunto next to the Mountain. And the Prophet sojourned in private grind, awaiting the day when the Spirit of our Lord our God of Whacks returned and gave back unto the righteous the holy Ditch wherein they may with conviction and uttermost faith throw the Holiest of Whacks, the Most Sacred of Shots, the Blessed Blow, the High Cross.

Blessed followers of the Lord our God of Whacks, and those that come from the Realms bereft of the Phoenix, Dagorhir. We have heard your lamentations for healing and the Church of the High Cross that sits in our Holiest of Meccas, The Golden City thereunto next to the Mountain gives you now this prayer that you may take into the sacred grind. With 191 syllables, know now that you can be armed with the words of the Prophet and the Tomes Numbered Five Hundred and Twelve. "Bles...sed are they who dwell in the Golden City, for the wisdom they receive. Blessed are they who stab, for their ears shall hear the noise. Blessed are board fighters, for they walk in righteousness Blessed are they who step right, for the darkside they shall stuff Blessed are they who master hashtag dojoshots, for the approval of the grand master they receive Blessed are poles, the min red, and they who cry red, for the sins that are purged and the blood of flurbs spilt Blessed are they who whack, for they shall inherit the ditch Blessed is the ditch, for in it we all grind Eternal, Shiny, and Chrome, that way may be sanctified and enter the Gates of Donkholla Blessed are they who take hold on the right flank, for they have found paradise Blessed are they who hold the middle, for this is pure and holy, pleasing to the Lord our God of Whacks Amen" See more

Blessed are they who stab, for their ears shall hear the noise. Blessed are board fighters, for they walk in righteousness Blessed are they who master #dojoshots, for the approval of the grand master they receive Blessed are poles, the min red, and they who cry red, for the sins that are purged and the blood of flurbs spilt Blessed are they who whack, for they shall inherit the ditch... Blessed is the ditch, for in it we all grind Eternal, Shiny, and Chrome, that way may be sanctified and enter the Gates of Donkholla Blessed are they who dwell in the Golden City, for the wisdom they receive. See more

In the days of old there lay an Island, a Tropical Paradise wherein many from the Realms of Sticktag would sojourn of like mind and spirit away from the oppression of the scourge of the plague of Jay Wu, and those that embodied the spirit of such evils. For this island was known simply as Wokou, and in it a paradise was had. But as time went on, the poison from the pharisees seeped in, and eventually Wokou instead of succumbing to this scourge, chose to Purge herself with Fir...e most Holy and Sacred. Now her Faithful Expat Children roam the earth, not unlike when our Lord God of Whacks did with Arthon's Belt. And as they search for their new paradise, they remind the realms of Stick Tag what was lost, and what can be taken. For now there is a place wherein both the Righteous and Unrighteous congregate, and attempt to bring back that Rum Tub, and as they get ever closer to success, the Scourge still lurks.

In the days where the fall turned to winter, and the grind continued on, the Realms Under the Phoenix burned with a raging fire. First the lands of Star and Crescent, for heresy continued to grab hold. As they, like so many had abandoned the Ditch and purification of sins. Rather they gave themselves to baseness and depravity, continuing to tolerate abominations in the sight of the Lord our God of Whacks. And news reached to the Holiest of Meccas and those who lived within those hallowed halls and continued on the Grind, Eternal, Shiny and Chrome, of more heresy north of the wall. And verily did the Prophet hear the news and lament, for fallen were the Realms under the Phoenix, bereft of holiness in the ditch and sanctification unto Donkholla.