My father-in-law gave me a hatchet as a gift, and I’ve been wanting to get the blade etched or sandblasted ever since (an old friend of mine owns Blasted Art Inc. and I’m saving up some money for an awesome knotted design.) For now, it’s a nice little mini axe, and the handle is leather-wrapped so it doesn’t look too out of place amongst all of our Norse-styled stuff.

I’ve used the hatchet out camping, and it’s a great throwing axe, too. Next to Frostbitr, however, it’s always looked a bit … wee. Ha.


I put together a wall mount similar to the one for my bearded axe, and up on the wall, they look amazing. They also sit above the television, so when I’m playing endless hours of Skyrim, they’re right there, inspiring me to hack things to pieces on-screen.


Welcome to the family, Smarbitr! (Which simply means “Little Bite.”)


The smaller block is basically the same as the larger one, except that the regular axe could conceivably fall out of the mount. When I designed the wall mount for Frostbitr, a bearded axe, I cut the hole so that there was enough space for the axe to slip into it – so instead of falling out of the mount for whatever reason, the axe slips deeper inside the wooden block and hangs there by its beard.

Smarbitr would simply fall out and probably make a nice dent in the floor. I mean, it’s not gonna happen unless the house shakes like we’re in L.A. or turns upside down, but it’s a design flaw none-the-less.

Finished with pyrography and tung oil!


Kinship Holidays

andhrimnir_sarmatiWhen it comes to Heathen Holidays, there is a wide variety of them out there to choose from, ranging from the traditional to the local and regional … to the entirely made up. Which ones is a Norse Pagan to observe?

Looking around, I found that the large American kinships agree on very few. The AFA just adopts the Wiccan Wheel of the Year, and changes the names of the eight sabbats. The Troth, on the other hand, took every holiday known to Heathendom, and then made up a bunch more for good measure. You can blót nearly every other day on their calendar (though, honestly, I do appreciate the way that they’ve tried to give Heathens cultural hero holidays to celebrate. That kicks ass.)

Looking to Iceland, that glittering repository for our ancient culture sitting in the sheltered North Atlantic, you find a lot of local traditions and cultural practices specific to the island – and it’s sometimes hard to distinguish what is specifically Icelandic and what came from the Norse of Europe.

Then there are the cultural traditions and holidays of Europe itself: Scandinavia, the Slavic countries, Germany, and the United Kingdom. Filtering these through a Norse Pagan lens is pretty exciting (well, I’m a book nerd, so there you go) and challenging at the same time. It becomes obvious just how wide-ranging the Norse culture (more properly, cultures) were and how different local landscapes, people, and language influenced the times of year that were singled out by communities as times to whoop it up.

The holidays we observe in Norðanverðulfr are a collection curated from all of these, plus our own personal needs. I really feel that there should be at least a few holidays that most Heathens agree on and celebrate together as a larger, world community. Other important holidays can be specific to your kinship, since the needs of each local community will vary greatly. The oldies seem to have done it this way – and so I feel no guilt or shame in following suit.

We are a new kinship, so I fully expect that these may change, depending on how we change and grow.


The Norðanverðulfr Holidays

Threttándi – 1 January

Happy New Year! Also called Thirteenth Night (or Twelfth Night in some circles) this is the night that Sól rises on the first day of the new year. Make sure you stay up all night and welcome the dawn with a toast to the sun and a prosperous new year.

Thorrablót – 17-25 January

Thorrablót is an Icelandic festival, named for the month of Þorri, and now celebrated as a festival honouring Thor. We hold a large blót and feast on the first night. There are many feasts, dances, and performances to participate in throughout the week, as well as sampling some – er, interesting traditional Icelandic foods. All in honour of mankind’s best mate in Asgard.

Disablót – 2 February

Frigga reigns over this holiday, which honours all the dísir (the female ancestors and the Valkyrjur), and we put up an altar to all of our lost grandmas on this day. This holiday has traditionally been celebrated at various times during the year, depending on the location, but February works well for us, as it’s usually a quiet, contemplative month, and personal female ancestors have been very influential and important in the lives of our kinship members.

Sigrblót – 20 March

Also called Sumarsdag. In the Ynglinga saga, this holiday was celebrated in honour of Óðin, to ensure success in the coming raids and battles. Before this, Sigrblót was the Norse equivalent to Ostara, the first stirrings of Summer, and was an agricultural celebration for the coming growing season. The two are now combined, and my kinship blóts to Óðin as well as to the deities of Spring. We usually forgo the human sacrifices, however. Usually.

May Day – 1 May

This is our proper Spring celebration! All of the Spring and early Summer gods get toasts today, including Iðunn, NannaBaldr, and Freya. The altar gets dressed in bright colours and lots of flowers, and extra candles in “light”-themed yellows. May Day has been adopted from the Celtic year (you may recognize it within a Wiccan context) but similar celebrations happen all over Europe at this time of year.

Midsummer – 21 June

Midsummer is also adopted from the Wheel of the Year, and we use it to specifically honour Baldr (one of our personal gods) and Sól, the gods of light and the sun. This is the longest day of Summer, and a very important mid-point on the calendar for farmers. Break out the cool, crisp, summery beverages!

Freyfaxi – 21 August

This major holiday centred around the very important agricultural god Freyr is also called Hlæfmæsse, which is related to the Celtic Lammas and Lughnasadh. Freyfaxi happens just as the first harvest is ready, and you should definitely not skimp on the feast after you blót! Pile on the early harvest foods, and make sure you have a number of pork-related dishes, as Freyr is famous for his love of boar. Though the original intent is different, this holiday is a lot like the Thanksgiving of today. Make sure you bring your extra stomach.

Fylleth – 22 September

Fylleth is also called Winter Finding, and it is a minor blót for the entire Vanir family, the gods who are responsible for the cultivation of the land and continued abundance of the earth. Toast to the Vanir, and ask for their continued custodianship and protection through the coming Winter. We celebrate Winter Finding as the end of Freyfaxi, and along with Freyr, his family are added to the altar, including FreyaNjörðr, and Nerthus.

Vetmaettr – first full moon after Fylleth in October

After Winter Finding, comes Winter Nights. The transition between the two heralds the arrival of Winter, and we blót to all of the Winter gods on this night, including Ullr, Skaði, Sif, Bragi, and Máni. You may also wish to mention the Jötnar, the frost giants who run rampant in the coming months, as well as Ýmir (the first being, and ancestor of the giants) and Búri (ancestor of the gods licked from the primordial ice). We here at Norðanverðulfr particularly enjoy Winter!

Samhain – 31 October

A blend of Samhain and an observance of the Wild Hunt (or Oskurreia, “The Ride of Asgard”) we spend this night honouring our ancestors and the spirits of the dead who have passed in the last year. We set a place at our table for visiting dead friends and family, and carve pumpkins in their likeness. We toast The Wild Hunt, chasing trolls across the landscape, and the leaders of this marauding army of spirits – Óðin and Ullr.

Hunter’s Day – 25 November

This holiday comes directly from The Troth, intended as a replacement for American Thanksgiving that honours Norse gods, and which removes the celebration of Imperialism which has left a bitter taste in the mouths of our cherished First Nations. On this day we celebrate Ullr and Skaði, two important Winter gods who are famous for their hunting skills, and we fill our table with wild foods inspired by these two providers in a harsher time of the year.

Yule Eve and Yule – 20 and 21 December

All of the gods are honoured during Yule! As a celebration of the coming end of Winter, the rebirth of light, and the highly anticipated Summer stirrings, we blót, feast, and exchange gifts. Yule lasts until Threttándi, when the cycle starts all over again.


Full Moons

Since one of the personal gods within our home is Máni, every full moon is an opportunity to do a small blót in his honour. Any and all of the thirteen moons of the year are dedicated to him, and Vetmaettr, which is a major blót and happens specifically on a full moon, is also his night. Máni, as god of the moon, is a time-keeping god, and so the transitional celebration of Vetmaettr is entirely appropriate, as are the other full moons, which tick away the months of the year, and measure out our lives.


1. Artwork by sarmati
2. Original artwork by moulinbleu

Working with Hel

hel_hannahbIn putting together my page on Hel, I learned a lot about her various aspects, her domain, and the way history has taken some of her ideas and run with them.

I had just finished the page, gone to work, and was returning home late at night. I work in a bit of a sketchy neighbourhood, and one of the resident homeless guys was out, bopping from person to person, asking for change. I recognized him as one of the men who typically hang around outside the bars, asking for change for drinks.

People would shake their heads, keep their eyes forward, and try to shuffle away from him as fast as possible. If you work in this neighbourhood, the homeless tend to remember you as a local, and avoid you, targeting the tourists instead. However, this man saw me and headed my way, when he usually would have passed me by.

“Hold on a sec, man! I’m not asking for money!” he said, walking alongside me. I stopped to listen, bracing myself for the 20 minute spiel that would invariably end in … asking for money.

“People hate when you ask for money, I know, and I’m not asking for money, I promise!” he said, shaking his head. I agreed that people get really nervous about giving out money, and asked what else I could do for him. He pointed to the nearby Popeye’s and his eyes got all big and excited as he explained to me that they had the best mashed potatoes in the whole city. Would I come in with him and buy him a cup of mashed potatoes?

“It’s like, two dollars, tops!” he says, pointing into the restaurant.

I don’t usually say no to anyone asking for food. Change, yes – but not food. We head in and I gesture for the guy to put his order in. The staff looks a bit nervous, but they ring him in, and it is indeed around two dollars.

“Why don’t you get two?” I ask. Then I think about what I would want if I was ordering, and we both get more and more excited as the order grows and grows … until pretty soon, his tray comes out with the deluxe mashed potatoes with gravy, bacon bits, a soda, and what looks like half a Thanksgiving day spread. The guy is thrilled, I’m kinda jealous, and the staff is still looking at us like we’re both nuts.

In total, I spent around eight dollars. Totally worth it. I apologized for not being able to sit and eat with him, but shook the guy’s hand and wished him a pleasant evening.

It wasn’t until later that it dawned on me that I’d been working with Hel all day, and this had manifested in a wonderful chance to do something nice for another person. In Hel’s write-up, there is this passage:

“Hel is also perceived as a goddess who helps those who in life are pushed to and live at the margins of society. Working with those who are marginalized, anyone dealing with mental illness, chronic illness or impacted by poverty, are believed to be ways to connect with and earn her respect.”

So, thank you, Hel, for the opportunity to share my good fortune with another human being, and make his night a little more enjoyable.


1. Hel by Hannah B
2. Hel by Relotixke
3. Hel by Feralkin


I attended the Minnesota Renaissance Festival in August this year, and although I told myself I wouldn’t be spending any money … I was just going to look around, enjoy the fest, eat good food, and visit with my friends and family … of course I spent tons of money.

I mean, really, what was I thinking? I was only fooling myself. No one walks out of a Fest with their wallet intact. Aside from several drinking horns, various bits and pieces, and copious amounts of local mead, I came home with a new bearded axe!

Welcome to the collection, Frostbitr!


Since he won’t be killing anyone, the most he can hope for is to snip off a few fingers and toes, and so I named him Frostbite. This is also in honour of my favourite god, Ullr, and his traditional season, as well as the Northern state that I hail from – Minnesota, the Land of 10,000 (Frozen) Lakes.

The axe was hand-forged by the wonderful smiths at Legacy Forge, who were great to work with and talk to at the fest. Everyone seemed to be looking at every axe but this one (Fools!) … and it was exactly what I was looking for.

Frostbitr came with a hand-made leather blade sheath, but I couldn’t just stash this lovely little axe away, never to be seen. No, I needed to devise a way to display my new axe in my home, where everyone could see it! The better to intimidate little children – and possibly the squirrels on the balcony who don’t seem to fear or respect anything. The bastards (the squirrels, not the children.)


And so, I made a wall mount for Frostbitr, and he is now hanging lovingly – er, I mean menacingly, in the loungeroom. My camera is shitty, so all apologies for the horrible Photoshopping that had to happen for these pictures to be acceptable for public display.

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Welcome home, Frostbitr!



Support Declaration 127

The Asatru Folk Assembly (AFA) has been in the news a lot recently, and it’s no surprise to those who have been watching them for some time that they have been exposed as a discriminatory group passing themselves off as true Heathens.

Huginn’s Heathen Hof has a lovely way for even the smallest of us to add our voices to the larger pool of Heathens who want absolutely nothing to do with the AFA and their shitty principles. They have put together a page for us all to express our disdain and denunciation of the AFA.

Heathenry combines such a beautiful and diverse group of people from all over the world, and it would be a shame for anyone to think that we are all assholes based on any group’s severe disconnect from the reality of our religion.

As such, Norðanverðulfr has added our name to the list:

Norðanverðulfr is a small kinship based in Toronto, Canada, one of the most diverse cities in the world.

The AFA’s views do not represent our communities. Norðanverðulfr hereby declare that we do not condone hatred or discrimination carried out in the name of our religion, and will not associate with those who do. We will not grant the tacit approval of silence in the name of frið, to those who would use our traditions to justify prejudice on the basis of race, nationality, orientation, or gender identity.

The AFA is free to stand for whatever principles it sees fit.

They are free to stand alone.


I encourage all of you out there to add your voices to the stream, as it becomes a mighty river that washes this type of thinking out of the world.


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Finished Freyr Pyrography Board

After my milk paint fiasco, I was really worried about lasting damage to the Freyr image I was working on (you can see the progression in my original Freyr Pyrography post.)

Well, a little sand paper and some re-burning sanded-off lines, and the milk paint pigments were gone. I got myself some acrylics (a medium that I know I won’t fuck up) and finished Freyr once and for all. No more fluffing about!


The final image is still playful and sexy, bright, clean, and still manages to have an older “craft” feel to it. I used tung oil to seal and protect it, so it has a silky smooth feel and a nice lustre, and I love how the basswood grain is still visible throughout the whole thing.

Eventually I’ll have it scanned and make prints. For now, it sits on a shelf above my desk and makes me grin like an idiot whenever I look up.

On to the next panel!

Freyfaxi Altar 2016

Freyfaxi is the late Summer harvest festival in honour of Freyr, and it’s one of my favourites!

Full of good food, lots of mead, and … er, sexy time “sacrifices” to one of my favourite gods … Freyfaxi is a good time, and a great reward for a hard farming season. It is also called Hlæfmæsse, which is related to the Celtic Lammas and Lughnasadh. Freyr is one of the highest gods of Northern Tradition – and a particular favorite of the Swedes, whose royal family, the Ynglings, claimed to be descended from him (another name for Freyr is Yngvi.)

I forego the traditional horse sacrifice to Freyr (you’re welcome, horses) but still prepare a feast that includes a variety of meats (mostly pork) and harvest vegetables. This year, I slow-cooked a pulled pork roast, slathered in BBQ sauce and beer – I nearly ate the whole thing myself it was so good.

But let’s take a look at the altar!



The altar for Freyfaxi has a grass-green cloth, and the offering bowl sits in the centre. I chose one made of marble so it can handle anything we throw into it. In front of the bowl, there is a strip of leather embossed with Gratitude in Elder Futhark runes (though I now use the Younger runes for writing, it’s too late for this piece!) The altar is set within an enormous, carved bookcase that sits in the centre of our home, which gives it a rather grand appearance regardless of the drape.

In the centre sits a basswood panel with an image of Freyr – one of the art projects that I’ve finally finished! (see Freyr Pyrography for the progression.)


On the Left

Sitting prominently on the left is our new drinking horn – our first! It was a gift from some amazing Heathen mates across the world, in Australia. We’re still deciding what to have it engraved with, but this is the horn’s first appearance in a blót, and it was consecrated as part of our Freyfaxi celebrations.

Freyr’s candle holders sit on a slate tile so we don’t burn the place down. The left side is flanked by Lake Superior agates, honouring the land I come from and their role in the lore of the area (they are medicine stones and their rings represented growth and abundance.)

A cast-iron Yngvi rune hangs behind the horn.


On the Right

On the right side of the altar sits our Freyr statue, which is normally on a shelf altar in another room. You can clearly see all of his traditional elements, from his faithful boar, Gullinbursti, to his very happy privates.

A little quartz crystal penis sits next to the candle. One can never have too many penises on an altar to Freyr. Ha!

Our altars usually stay up several weeks, or until the next holiday celebration, so they slowly collect more and more objects as time goes by. After these photos, our Freyr altar has acquired a pack of cigars, a photo, some prayer beads, and several offerings of food and drink have come and gone.

That’s it! Anyone else do anything special for Freyfaxi? Leave a description or some photos in the comments!


Norse Prayer Beads

Prayer beads in various forms have been a part of nearly all religions, across many cultures, and throughout history. The Ancient Norse were no exception, and excavations have unearthed numerous examples of beaded strands, with a wide range of materials – glass, shell, rocks and gemstones, pearls, and precious metals. Bead sizes and materials can vary on each strand, and sometimes amulets and charms were added, whether magical, protective, religious, or simply decorative.

The use and meaning of these common grave goods have been lost, but with so many examples of prayer beads in other cultures, parallels can be drawn, and we can re-create their use in ways that are meaningful to modern Heathens. Hell, prayer is such a personal thing, with wide-ranging practices even amongst individuals of the same religion, that it’s not difficult to imagine that each ancient bead strand was symbolic in a unique way to its owner. There may be no unifying use or universal purpose to ancient beads, unlike prayer beads today, which have sometimes evolved common uses over thousands of years.


The Number 9

In re-creating prayer beads for myself, I adapted a Buddhist mala that I have used for many years. Instead of the 109 beads of the original mala, I reduced the number of beads to 81, a symbolic number to the Norse, being nine groups of nine beads.

The number nine has special meaning in Ancient Norse mythology. There are nine worlds connected by the world tree. Many Ancient Norse gathered at the temple at Uppsala every nine years, where they feasted for nine days and sacrificed nine of each animal (including nine men.) Freyr waits nine nights to meet his future bride, Gerð.  The magical ring, Draupnir, drops replicas of itself every ninth night. Heimdallr has nine mothers. Njörð and Skaði spend nine nights in each other’s homes in order to settle their disagreement about where to live. This list continues on and on!

I’m not crazy fussy, so 81 beads of a single stone was fine for me. This is petrified wood. 


Prayers beads can of course be used for any prayer practice, but I wanted this one to be specifically dedicated to Freyr, so I chose a harvest-gold coloured floss. I hand-knotted between each bead to make the strand. Yes, my fingers hurt. A LOT.

The beads are really awesome, though. Petrified wood has a huge variation in colour and pattern, and the stone has a very grounding, earthy feel. In New Age crystal weirdo circles (shush, New Agers – I’m still sort of one of you) petrified wood is thought to be for all sorts of ancestor-centred energies, and helps release worries. It’s especially good at helping you to get done what you can, and to hell with the rest! It’s also great because it’s actual prehistoric fossilized wood … which just blows my mind. Fossils are effing amazing.

My second strand is dedicated to Ullr, and consists of 81 hand-knotted labradorite beads.


Aside from reminding me solidly of the Northern Lights, labradorite in New Agey circles is attributed with the energies of strength, perseverance, clarity, patience, and perfect timing. It’s also a stone that is considered a sacred “Star People” stone, and I can’t think of anything more appropriate for Ullr, the god of all things Northern, and sports of focus and precision.



When it came time to create prayer bead strands for other people, I decided to make them a bit easier to count by adding contrasting beads for every ninth bead. If you’re a visual person, this helps you to keep track of where you are in a prayer sequence, or helps you keep count of repetitive prayers or affirmations. Buddhist, Hindu, and Catholic prayer beads all employ versions of this little trick, also using beads of different sizes or extra knots for those who like to feel their way around.


The beads are symbolic to each deity in various ways, including colour, energy, and sometimes the stone’s location of origin. From the top-down, the strands in the above image are intended for:

– Týr – red jasper with tiger eye

– Thor – tiger eye with red jasper

– Freya – carnelian with pyrite

– Freyr (as Lord of fertility) – orange calcite with pyrite

– Baldr – citrine with angelite

– Idunn – jade with rhodonite

– Freyr (as Lord of abundance) – green aventurine with pyrite

– Njörð – aquamarine with pyrite

– Frigga – amazonite with apatite

– Bragi – blue chalcedony with sodalite

– Óðinn – sodalite with garnet

– Heimdallr – amethyst with prehnite

– Skaði – howlite with aquamarine

Variations are personal and infinite! Another variation I’ve made is Catholic rosary-inspired. These next bead strands were made for my partner, who finds his Christian roots comforting and inspiring.

Now, before I get going, I can just hear the screaming from the internet peanut gallery about using Christian ideas in any form. To you I say get over it already. The Norse didn’t have a problem with Christianity, no one is forcing you to go back to it if you converted to Heathenism, and I (and Norse culture in general) feel it is very important to honour your roots. Moving on.

This strand is seven groups of nine beads, separated with three beads for counting spacers for a total of 81 beads, and I’ve included a bronze ring at the end to hang a pendant – in this case, a Celtic sun wheel in bronze.


This prayer bead strand is dedicated to Baldr, and it’s made with amber, citrine, and angelite. Amber is traditionally one of Freya’s stones, but in this case it was over-ruled in favour of the overwhelming majority of other cultures who consider amber to be solidified sunlight. Citrine is the New Age stone of pure joy, and angelite is considered a high vibration stone for communing with very high-level etheric management!


Beads in Practice

 All prayer beads are strung for just that – prayers. The ways you can use them for this are varied, and as personal as you want to make it.

A single prayer, affirmation, or meditation can be repeated for each bead. Turn the bead over in your fingers and recite the prayer aloud or meditate on it silently. The beads serve as a physical anchor for your body, leaving your mind free to focus with stronger intent. The more you repeat this, the more your brain learns to recognize this practice as its time to slip into a higher state, and it will happen for you more easily.

In a meditative state, your affirmations and prayers are stronger, more focused, and more empowering. Spacer beads are there in case you need to take a break and keep your place on the strand, or they serve as places where your meditation changes.

For instance, with beads grouped into nines, you can dedicate each series of nine to a specific god, principle, or purpose. The first nine beads might represent the nine realms. The next might be the nine nights of feasting and sacrifice. The third set of nine might be three beads each for Baldr, Höðr, and Nanna (or Óðin, Frigga, and Thor, etc.) and so on.

I’ll develop prayers for each strand as I work through them, but for now, I hope this helps plant a seed of inspiration for you and your own prayer beads!



Keepsake Box

My latest project is a simple pine keepsake box, with darker willow key details and a birch floor.

I was nervous about burning patterns into the box, mostly because it’s my first real box (that actually worked!) and the wood grain was already so beautiful across the panels. The box is designed and cut so that the grain wraps around it seamlessly.

I also didn’t want to burn runes into the panels – I’ve already got so many things with runes splashed across them. I decided on simple patterns based on old card-weaving patterns that I found. They were simple, challenged my technical skills, and didn’t cover up much of the wood grain.



I really enjoy the finish I get with tung oil, so I picked some up at Canadian Tire and set to work.


The “tung” oil came out pink, instead of the usual golden, and smelled like burning plastic. Instead of soaking into the wood nicely, it sort of pooled in places. After ten minutes or so, I went to buff the oil with a soft cloth, and the cloth stuck to the gummy oil.

After a big WTF moment, I checked the can, and it appears that Canadian Tire’s “Tung Oil” is actually a mix of several oils and other chemicals. I waited for it to dry, sanded it off and started over with a can of Pure Tung Oil from Home Hardware.

It wasn’t all bad, though. I kept finding spots of the old oil that needed to be sanded off, so my coating of tung oil kept getting thicker and more lustrous. The end result is an awesome golden hue that makes the grain stand out and a really smooth finish.


I found an old set of hinges on Etsy to attach the lid, nailed it on with blackened iron tacks, and it was done!




Review: The Book of Balder Rising

balder_risingThe Book of Balder Rising

Robert Blumetti

Iuniverse Inc




Seeking a more modern interpretation of Norse Mythology has taken me down many twisting, turning roads … but none more creepy and anger-inducing than the road that ends in this book. 

Let’s get right to it.



Except for the cover, this book will burn well. I imagine it will be a welcome addition to any campfire or ritual cleansing ceremony that involves torching sacrificial offerings.



I found the author to be completely at odds with nearly all other sources regarding interpretation of the lore. While I am all for a good UPG, it seems like Blumetti misunderstood what UPG actually is, and just went for complete and total fabrication without holding back.

The book was a thinly disguised Scientology handbook, complete with aliens (yes, you read that right) and weird, nonsensical DNA hijinks.

It is also racist as fuck.



I was ready to rip this book apart and burn it long before I got to the end. I don’t advocate burning books, but I’ll make an exception in this case.

What is really maddening, though, is that Blumetti appears to have a cult following and these poor souls actually listen to his rubbish. Skip this book unless you’re studying cults, Scientology offshoots, or blatant mind-boggling racism based on imaginary ET interventions.

Fuck. I almost want to go back and re-score the last 0 out of 6 to a 1 out of 6, just so that it doesn’t have to sit in the same category as this one.


Rating: 0 out of 6 Treasures of the Gods.