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We are the Priests of the Oak Grove near Wülferhampton
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Nyn and Nyn and Nyn and Nyn
Hedless, swinning from the tree
We put them thear, nau wil ew join
Thears spaes for ew, and spaes for me.
The survívors wer louking for rescu. Sum thoat the ship had sunk, udders sed it wos the mushrooms. But the gods wer enrággd and coudn be placáted. And the survívors felt uterly mìserabel in thear wet soks.
October 21, 2025 at 6:19 PM
Meenwyl, the gangs march throo Lundon after capturing the hoely flag ov St. Georgg. The Preests ov thee Oek Groev hav kerst them, and the Nyts ov the Bloo Bouk ar cuming for them. At doan, the flag ov the land shal be snacht awae from ther wiked hands. And thae wil trembel at the syt ov the Nyts.
September 15, 2025 at 5:02 PM
And the preests perfórmd the hoely gaeming festival. The mushroom drinkers sat in a cerkel, and thee òrakels plaed Mario and Castlevania in the moonlit Oek Groev. Thus hav thae dun sins the stoen aegg.
August 25, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Is it oenly thee Oek Groev thats feeling it, or ar we geting the ferst syns ov autum ryt in the midel ov August? Lawst nyt, the cheef preest had to cloez his windoes, thats hau chily thee air cuming in wos. Louk aut for the ferst hints ov morning mist, yee erthlinns, maebe as erly as next week!
August 22, 2025 at 9:30 AM
Hwy is the ryt obsèst widd freedom ov speech?
To misrepresènt it as a lícens for haet speech.
And hwot is thear interest in haet speech?
To get citisens bisy haeting eech udder.
Lest enywun awsk hwy the rich ar not taxt.
August 20, 2025 at 8:14 PM
Hwen thae sae “weer oal in this togedder,” thae meen ew bael aut them, not thee udder wae around. Hwen ew sink, ew draun.
Hwen thae sink, thae bild a goelden yot from yor taxes and naem it “The Free Market”. Werds ov Hedwynne
August 15, 2025 at 6:39 PM
The richest 1% hav mor muny than thae coud spend in a hundred lyftyms. So thae spend it convìncing us that shearing woud sumhau maek us pur. Thae doent feer poverty. Thae feer equolity.

King Arthur didn dy. He emérggd tryùmfant from Mons Badonicus. Thus spoek Hedwiynne, Nyt ov the Bloo Bouk.
August 14, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Thæ tœld us ræsing the minimum wægg woud destróy thee ekònomy. Then thæ gæv themselvs ræses in the milions and coald it incèntiv. Its strængg hau thee ekònomy œnly colàpses hwen its awr tern to eet. (Bouk ov Hedwynne, IV, 3-18)
August 13, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Sum pépel wont to tax the rich. Udders wont to eet the rich. Y say: hwy not boeth? Séson to taest.

If werkers stopt werking, bilionairs woud starv. If bilionairs dissapeerd, werkers woud hav lunch.

(Bouk ov Hedwynne, III, 4-27)
August 12, 2025 at 6:50 PM
Thee udder wershipers foloed the next dae, awfter the maggik pócion had been drunk. The Preests sacrifyst the pink cats to thee ánggels ov blud. And hwen darkness fel oever the Oek Groev, the raen ternd bloo and thee incantácions wer spoeken.
August 11, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Hwear be the mushroom eeting cats? Do thae waet widd the färys behynd the tree awfter dark? Hwot if the sun dusn ryz agen? Cum to thee Oek Groev, ye preests, the tym for the sécret sacrifys aproeches.
August 8, 2025 at 6:15 PM
To the mushroom eeters: Bee it noen that the moest vènerabel Nythoud ov the Bloo Bouk is órganysing the ferst serch party for the Bloo Bouk in mor than 200 yers.
August 7, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Hels Hospitality Guyd: Welcum to Helheim! Pleez enjoy awr endless grey fog, lookworm despair and complimentary emócional numness. We regrèt to infórm ew thers noe Wy-Fy. Hawever, we doo hav a gift shop. It oenly sels sílens, in värios jars.
August 4, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Lokis Miror: Loki loukt into a miror and soa evrywun he had ever pretènded to be. He syd, terned into a chair and declaird he wos emócionaly unaválabel. The miror is nau in thèrapy. Weekly sessions. Very expènsiv. Cùverd by trikster insurans.
August 3, 2025 at 6:04 PM
The Nornss FAQ:
Q: Can Y chaengg my faet?
A: Oenly if yoor wiling to barter widd wun sok, too ridels and a goos that noes yor troo naem.
Q: Hwot hapens if Y miss my faet apointment?
A: We reshèduel ew as a mínor bakgraund kàrakter in a sàga abaut cheez and regrèt.
August 2, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Tors Díet Plan: Tor went kéto wuns. Aet nuthing but goets and thunder. Lost 2 paunds ov dignity and gaend 7 new enemys. Mjölnir wos unimprest and suggèsted thèrapy. Tor hit it widd itself.
August 1, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Odins Loyalty Card: For evry y ew sacrifys, ew get wun free vision ov thee univers. Terms and condicions apléy:
– Nœ refùnds
– Visions mæ inclúd unsolicited wizdom, runik ridels or yor œn screeming fæs reflècted in a pool of meed
– Valid at partìcipæting rævens œnly
July 31, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Bifröst Mántenans Repórt: Bifröst, the raenboe brigg, has been parcialy cloezd for divín repairs. Heimdall blaems "kosmik wear and tear." Loki claems its bicoz sumwun treyd to skaetbord acròss it during Mercury rètrograed. Èstimaeted réópening: hwenever the gods agré on sumthing. Soe, never.
July 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Fenrirs Job Intervu: Thae awskt Fenrir hwear he soa himself in fyv yers. He sed, “Swolowing the sun, obviosly.” HR smyld oakwordly and oferd him a part-tym roel in Customer Anihilácion. Benefits inclúded dental, eternal chaens, and wun weekly haul into the void.
July 29, 2025 at 7:25 PM
Norns and the Sheduling Problem: The Norns weev faet, but thae tripel-boukt my destiny. At 3pm Y wos ment to meet my soelmaet, stub my toe and bicum a mínor deïty. Du to deláys, Y just spild cofy and creyd in a supermarket. Erd shrugd. “Its oal conècted.”
July 28, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Heimdals Dilèma: Heimdal sees oal, heers oal and gards the raenboe brigg. Yet he canot unsee the móment Y treyd to mícro-waev suep in a foil boel. He has peticiond the Norns to eraez it. The Norns declínd, cíting “narativ consistensy.”
July 27, 2025 at 2:15 PM
Jörmungandrs Bouk Club: The Werld Serpent has red evry bouk that ezzists — and several that havnt. He nau hoests a club hwear participants must speek bakwords, underwoater, and widd noe memory ov linear tym. The ferst session cùverd Pryd and Prèjudis and Ragnarok. Darcy dys in evry version.
July 26, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Fenrirs Meditácion Ap: Baund bineeth thee erth widd a sord in his joa, Fenrir nau ofers guíded meditácions. “Breedd in. Accept yor faet. Breedd aut. Swoloe the moon.” Rátings: 4.9 stars, thoe wun user complánd he kept hauling during myndfulness minuts.
July 25, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Lokis Rècipy for Ontològgikal Disâster: Taek wun cup ov káos. Ster in the concept ov “trooth.” Baek it insyd a goet. Garnish widd írony. Serv to a room foul ov munks debáting hwedder spoons hav soels. Woch as tym foelds.
July 24, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Odin hung from the Werld Tree for nyn daes to lern the ruens.
Y wuns spent nyn minuts untangling my left sok from a fited sheet. We ar not soe diferent. Exept he gaend sécret wizdom and Y lost my dignity to statik cling.
July 23, 2025 at 5:34 PM