Scruffie wrote:When do I get my Inauguration into the Cult of RRRs

*Darkness fills Pete's room, followed by huge plumes of weird smelling smoke and weird sounding drums and death metal riffs.*
*Pete is handed the Radical Red Reverbonomicon, the ancient and evil text. (There will be a quiz on chapter one next Monday.)*
*Medieval weapons, star maps, musical instruments from Atlantis, vintage polyester robes from the '70s, plus more jewelry than Mr. T could even imagine are bestowed upon the newest member of the time-space consortium*
*And finally... to cap the dark festivities... a deli tray...complete with 666 meats and cheeses plus some very spicy pickles and pints of beer so dark they dim the room.*
Welcome to the club, hope it arrives soon! *smile*