This part of the post is copied over from the
main page for Lords of Misrule.
The cycle of a year is a wonderful thing. Trees grow and wilt, rivers ebb
and flow, and every winter, Gæa blankets
Herself in a snowy coat. All across Europe, people gather together, huddling
around, exchanging gifts. Most would call it Christmas.
For us? Well… Io Saturnalia!
It’s time for the second annual
Satyrs’ Forest Lords of Misrule! In the spirit of the
topsy-turvy season, i’m putting you in charge of the site.
If you write or put together something — absolutely anything — and email it
to misrule@satyrs.eu, come Saturnalia (that’s December 17 to 23,
for those who aren’t up to date with their ancient festivals) i’ll put it up
on the site, both on the blog and on its own dedicated, permanent subpage,
etched in stone for all to see.
Like last year, i would ask that you refrain from political polemics or
anything that would get this noble forest in legal trouble. Apart from that,
anything goes. Your gran’s chocolate cake recipe? An impassioned defence of
Freddy Got Fingered as an ironic masterpiece? Hell, i’ll even let
you vandalise one of the permanent pages for a bit if you ask me to.
Whatever you — my lords of misrule — want.
You can submit your entries from today until the 16th of December, 2021.
Have fun, and don’t be afraid to get weird with it!
— Xanthe
Do not adjust your television set! I bought a .eu domain on
a whim, and i figured i might as well take it for a spin. The way i see it,
either it’s only four quid down the drain and i end up going back to the old
domain, or i keep it and wipe any trace that anyone by my name was ever
involved in the making of this site. ;)
Anyway, erm, here’s the usual change roundup:
This is a copy of the main page for the event.
“Iō Saturnalia!” So went the cry that
marked the start of the eponymous classical holiday. For one glorious week,
Roman society was turned on its head: slaves became masters; togas were out
and ostentatious displays of colour were in; gag gifts were given; and one
lucky person was elected the local King of
Saturnalia. Whatever orders the King barked had
to be followed, no matter how ridiculous. This tradition clung on even into
the Christian middle ages as the English “lord of misrule” — a lone pagan
vestige in a monotheistic world.
So, in the spirit of those winter holidays, to lighten up this frosty time
of year, i thought it would be fun to let you play that rule for my website.
Welcome, one and all, to the first annual
satyrs.eu Lords of Misrule!
If you write or put together something — absolutely anything — and email it
to
misrule@satyrs.eu, come Saturnalia (that’s December 17 to 23,
for those who understandably aren’t up to date with ancient festival
customs) i’ll put it up on the site, both on the blog and on its own
dedicated, permanent subpage, etched in stone for all to see.
I would ask that you don’t submit any political polemics (we’ve had quite
enough of those) or anything that would get me in legal trouble, but apart
from that, anything goes. Your gran’s chocolate cake recipe? An impassioned
defence of Freddy Got Fingered as an ironic masterpiece? A rant about
how keyboards aren’t what they used to be? Whatever you — my lords of
misrule — want.
You can submit your entries from today until the 16th of December, 2021.
Have fun, and don’t be afraid to get weird with it!
— Xanthe
