Kassars of Gor, submitted by Chrismind. Are you an elf, gnome, pixie, troll or a Gorean Master looking for a good time? Do you believe that we were brought here by UFOs and are supposed to wear chainmail while riding a motorcycle across Pennsylvania? Would you really like to meet insane psychotic women with more tattoos than brain cells? Are you a huge fan of rambling, incoherent text that blabbers nonstop about IRC, the Kassar, and Gor? If so you'll still hate this site, because quite frankly, it's retarded beyond belief.
For those who do understand and share in, or wish to share in, our ideals, I bid you welcome. I am Sandor of the land of the wagons, of the people of the Kassar, also called the blood people.
Were I on the Plains of Turia I would ride a kaiila, but here this three legged Harley-beast must suffice. My brothers and I have Earthly jobs but we are nonetheless Gorean warriors from the Plains of Turia, the Land of the Wagon People. This is not an IRC channel for people to call into to play a part for a few minutes, but a real-life group of people. We are what we are because we believe in it. We are Kas'sar 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Perhaps you will enjoy meeting us and learning of our ways.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and claim, no, no I won't enjoy meeting these people nor learning of their ways. I don't need to meet a convicted child molester to know the learning of his ways, so I think I'll just sit here on my scrawny white ass and pretend that I'm hanging out with people who sit on their scrawny white asses and use IRC to talk about swords and the beloved Wagon People.
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