>It is hotly debated whether these secretive people are a religion, sufferers of a sickness or hysteria, or even the victims of a malevolent alien parasite which takes over their will.
In any case, it sometimes happens that a person will abruptly leave their life behind, move to a new district of the city, and live a life of voluntary destitution, sleeping on the streets and living off garbage. They maintain a total silence (at least when outsiders are around), disdaining even to beg. Such people are usually young, and tend to be better-educated and more intelligent than the average.
They appear to be able to distinguish themselves from both the involuntarily destitute, and those who mimic their lifestyle in an attempt to study them, rendering information about them difficult to come by. However some scholars claim that their search for food scraps is a sham, and that in reality they eat metal. Some speculate that they may have the maniacal belief that they can become robots by this method.
“Nothing ruins a good LAN party like uncomfortable guests or lots of tension, both of which can result from mixing immature, misogynistic male-gamers with female counterparts…Though we’ve done our best to avoid these situations in years past, we’ve certainly had our share of problems. As a result, we no longer allow women to attend this event.”
Good to see that they’re making an effort to…wait, what?
>There is no Grim Reaper in the lore of Teleleli. Neither the God of Unnatural Death, nor his consort Beautiful Lady Sebastienne, nor the goddess of winter and natural death The Crone collect souls (except that, like all gods, they may appear personally to those who die martyr’s deaths).
Instead, the souls of the dead are said to be harvested by the last person to die in the previous year. This unfortunate is said to drive an invisible horse and cart. They are said to experience the single year until they are relieved as if it was a span of centuries.
>Chocolate Moose are only found in the coldest areas, since they would melt anywhere else.
They have fewer predators than their deliciousness would imply. This is because they appear almost identical to another species, the revolting Carob Moose.
>There was a Mad Arab who said
That Cthulhu, though dreaming, is dead,
But some future night
When the stars become right,
He’ll abandon his watery bed.
Mike Tice & R.A. Strong
Taken from here.