Itâs that time of year again, isnât it? When the days shrink and night begins to rule. A time for staying wrapped up inside with a cup of hot chocolate for some. But for us, dear readers â we know better by now, donât we? The time approaches for merriment, mĂŚnadism, and of course⌠misrule. Io Saturnalia, friends.
This is our fourth annual Satyrsâ Forest Lords of Misrule, where in the spirit of the season, i put you â yes, you â in charge of the site. If you write or put together anything, absolutely, positively anything, and email it to misrule@satyrs.eu, come Saturnalia (thatâs December the seventeenth through the twenty-third, for those who arenât up to date on their Roman calendar) iâll put it on the site, etched in stone for all to see. Temporary defacements of pages are also quite welcome.
I kindly ask the same things of you as years past: no political polemics, and nothing that would get me in legal trouble. Other than that, anything goes. A video essay on the occult implications of Gremlins 2. A rant about how birch trees used to be better back in the old days before Big Nature made them cringe. Whatever you, my lords of misrule, want.
Submissions are open from now until the fifteenth of December, 2024. Have fun, be merry, and donât be afraid to get weird with it!
âXanthe