
Rise, little thread, rise and be counted!
In the interests of updating, I made a little notice, trying to be all efficient (hopefully annoying too) which might best be posted here as no one can ever be bothered to leave their stinking huts these days.
Message:
York is now home to the conch. Please wait your turn. Just ask the current holder nicely. Unsanctioned thefts of the conch will result in valid and relentless persecution. We have many bored and unfulfilled perverts in York and if we fail to find them useful occupations they turn on us. Conch theft will be assuredly punished!
York is no longer home to the conch. Sympathetic Phil stole it and sold it. I stabbed him up as promised and then felt really bad about it. If anyone wants revenge, I'm currently sobbing in a corner of the Med Hut.
The med hut has been upgraded to 'York University of Medicine and Spiritism'. Please put your pumpkins down and be ready for the cathartic and knowledge enriching experience of being chilled to the bone, followed by the thrill of DIY medical treatment as you learn by healing yourself or relax whilst lovingly tended by one of our trained nurses.
May as well give it a go, eh?York Fight Club is to be found just South West of the University. Bare knuckles only. Bring a beer or seventy. Heal 'em when your done. Try chit chat. It's easier to beat someone to a pulp with your bare hands if you've just swapped stories about latent ornithology and stamp collecting.
This was going to be run by Pudge, but the little scally
has run off saying something about he 'needed a smoke because Mr. Clean had poked his bum-bum', or something.
We are all pleased to welcome back The Bovs, I don't know what they do, but supporting them is compulsory.
There's been some talk of the return of The Sour Apple, let's hope it's true. Contact Honey and mither as fit.
Natives and Pirates are newly welcome, but please do your killing with decent speeches attached. Everyone prefers a show and any lack of effort when it comes to homicidal action will be viewed with great derision. We do not suffer mutes-through-sloth gladly here in York. Sign language is allowed.
If you are feeling unfairly hassled, grow a pair of weather sensitive cylindrical balls of flesh and fight back, this isn't Derby. Sometimes approaching a big bully will require the use of pals. Making friends is fun. See below for advice;
1) Say hello. Don't bother introducing yourself, unless the name tattooed on your head is in foreign.
2) Share food, trinkets, or best of all, alcoholic produce.
3) Swap news, condolences or messages. We like music here in York. Stick a record on. (For over zealous types needlessly concerned with anachronisms, please explain the frequently found GPS device, thank you).
4) Try and broach a difficult topic. Gossip or flagrantly invent narrative for those visiting the shaman or just almost out of earshot. More talk , more action. If it leads to fights - so much the better.
5) If you really can't bring yourself to commit social behaviour please at least be anti-socially fascinating. Scream, dribble, shake, sh*t yourself! We all have the inbuilt ability to be more than a name floating in a hut.
Sometimes I just like lists.