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Brian D'Amato
Regarding the Code of Conduct, I understand that you folks are concerned, as I am, that it doesn't include enough restrictions. For instance, semiautomatic firearms are not even mentioned, and neither are bagpipes or Furry costumes or a grizzly host of other dealbreaking social abbominations. Is there any way some of us can submit additions to the Code before the day of the event, so we can be absolutely sure that what should be a joyous occasion is not -- perhaps because of only a single intollerant remark or, worse, a "joke" that could be construed by some as not entirely respectful to one or another soi-disant disempowered identity group in our ThirdReichlicht society -- visited by an uninvited guest, the crimson-oozing Spectre of sheer, unadulterated TERROR, as the hall around us crumbles and falls -- clutching most of the Class of 1980 groaning and shreiking in its cyclopean granite talons -- deep, deep into the shadow-world of the Pit, that forbidden cthonic warlockdom of unexploreable airless caverns and vast, nameless necropoli bursting with eldritch sepulchres blotched with noctiluminous fungi that exhale noisome, necrophageous fumes, and where unspeakable misbegotten THINGS, beings from a time eons before the age of any fossilzed creatures known to Science, lurk and watch, and hate -- the furtively malevolent Snoods, or the ghastly Were-Uni Godlingofsashimiland, bristling with rippling, skittering, probing Hermes-orange spines that drip lethal venom and, as it sucks itself toward you across the ancient cobblestones, leaving a trail of glowing green tongue-burning wasabi -- or, if you're REALLY really unlucky, if you're just totally game-overly SCREWED FROM GO, the Crawling Chaos Nyarlathowhateveritsgoldangfelchingface. Please respond before it's too late.
Apprehensively, BD'A
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