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Adventuring Survival Tactics, March 16. Period 4
The Doctor was finally back to teach the class, looking as smug as ever. The classroom was beanbag chairs again, but in the middle of the circle was a table, with a pitcher of red liquid and several already filled cups. There was a small sign reading 'Help Yourself' taped to the pitcher.
After everyone entered, the Doctor clapped his hands together and began his lecture.
"Anyone who already sipped the Kool-Aid, congratulations, you've been drugged into submission and will now be totally open to me exploiting you for your money and identity and what-have-you. Well, not actually, since that would get me fired as a teacher, but in principle, that's what you get for drinking the Kool-Aid. Cults are funny things, you know. They always seem so odd, don't they? You've got you Charlie Mansons, your Sisterhood of the Sacred Flame, Scientologists, Heaven's Gate, all of them. What do these all have in common? People who like to do weird things and a leader who enables them to do it. Sure, you say you wouldn't want to sacrifice a goat while dancing naked in a field, but get a little drugs in your system, and most people cave to peer pressure."
The Doctor then went on and on about various bizzare instances of cults across the galaxy.
"And now for today's activity. Pair up, and decide what you would mandate if you ran your own cult. It's like making a new religion, except... well, it's exactly like making your own religion, really. Only you're possibly saying you believe aliens will come and save your souls if you kill yourself, or that the message of the divine can only come from having sex with your romantic partner while eating lots of brocolli. Silly stuff, really. Have fun with it. And remember: never drink Kool-Aid from someone you don't know too well. And as much as you may think you know me? You kids have no idea at all."
He smiled in a happy, bright, 'I'm as a mad as a hatter' sort of way. "Go on, cult it up!"
[ooc:Wait for OCD? Have at it!]
After everyone entered, the Doctor clapped his hands together and began his lecture.
"Anyone who already sipped the Kool-Aid, congratulations, you've been drugged into submission and will now be totally open to me exploiting you for your money and identity and what-have-you. Well, not actually, since that would get me fired as a teacher, but in principle, that's what you get for drinking the Kool-Aid. Cults are funny things, you know. They always seem so odd, don't they? You've got you Charlie Mansons, your Sisterhood of the Sacred Flame, Scientologists, Heaven's Gate, all of them. What do these all have in common? People who like to do weird things and a leader who enables them to do it. Sure, you say you wouldn't want to sacrifice a goat while dancing naked in a field, but get a little drugs in your system, and most people cave to peer pressure."
The Doctor then went on and on about various bizzare instances of cults across the galaxy.
"And now for today's activity. Pair up, and decide what you would mandate if you ran your own cult. It's like making a new religion, except... well, it's exactly like making your own religion, really. Only you're possibly saying you believe aliens will come and save your souls if you kill yourself, or that the message of the divine can only come from having sex with your romantic partner while eating lots of brocolli. Silly stuff, really. Have fun with it. And remember: never drink Kool-Aid from someone you don't know too well. And as much as you may think you know me? You kids have no idea at all."
He smiled in a happy, bright, 'I'm as a mad as a hatter' sort of way. "Go on, cult it up!"
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