We are attempting to summon the eldritch hockey gods. You know, these guys:
I will also try to bring these guys as well -
We are attempting to summon the eldritch hockey gods. You know, these guys:
We are attempting to summon the eldritch hockey gods. You know, these guys:
Horrifying
Each god is known by the emblematic growth sprouting from their skull.
Lord of Puck: Sovereign of all, Sire of bounces fortunate or ill, wherever they may occur. He is chief among all hockey gods.
Lord of Post: Dux Relevii (Duke of Relief) and also Deacon of Despair, he holds both positions with great lust. He decides along with the Lord of Puck if those post and crossbar shots enter the sacred land, or if they do spring elsewhere, making all mortal hearts skip.
Lord of Glass: The Basileus of Confusion. All strange hops from stanchions, boards, and glass are his to decide, with ultimate approval from the Lord of Puck. San Jose fans cry and gnash their teeth at the mere thought of him.
Lord of Inhibiting: Jester to Fools. He has always preached that goalies should do nought but stop pucks. He proclaimed a triangle should be placed around the net, within which goaltenders could touch the puck; however, he preached that they should be slashed to death if they ever leave and burnt in a fire fueled by the broken wooden sticks of old should they touch the puck outside the triangle. He gained much leverage during the Dying Time of 2005. Fortunately, the other three Lords hate him and only granted him half a triangle, dubbed thusly as Trapezoid, and removed his harshest rules. They beat him with socks full of coins at night.
Out of frame:
Lord of Carbon: Landgrave of Disaster, with but a thought he breaks sticks at inopportune times. He is the one taking the picture. He's a prankster!
Have you held one before? Did you hold one with JTown and a Hatcher in attendance as they seem to be possessed about the non upside of Couturier.
I wish you luck. If you ever come to Halifax, Nova Scotia, I can take you to the graveyard where Titanic non-survivors are buried. They don't like ice much.
Lord of Glass: The Basileus of Confusion. All strange hops from stanchions, boards, and glass are his to decide, with ultimate approval from the Lord of Puck. San Jose fans cry and gnash their teeth at the mere thought of him.
I don't really know what's going on in this thread, but I don't mind it.
They could be this years version of the Kings from 2012. Everyone knew they had a good team, but no one really expected them to win the cup.Minny's a better team then they're given credit for.
I don't really know what's going on in this thread, but I don't mind it.
Just wait until we start talking about condiments...
The condiment thread and the milk thread were my two favorites.
I can't tell you how many random threads i've wondered in to, posted, and the response to me had something to do with mustard haha.
I hope you appreciate how often I see you post and have to refrain from mentioning mustard. It's hard on me... I really struggle with it.
We can also take a 30 minute drive down to the birthplace of hockey...Windsor, N.S. I'm sure we can get some chatter from down there.
That is a fantastic idea - Winsdor it is!
Now to do a seance right, we need at least two high-priestesses to lead us through the chant and operate the Ouija board (or other items we may use instead - those things may be just too dangerous). I can bring most of the memorabilia but the women need to be local. How are the women in Winsdor?