Artwork by Bleedin’ Scarleh (For Ye)
And a word about our First Runners-Up, I Blame Your Mother. First, to our winners, this team involved lawyers, which means that it is likely that not only will you be accused of disgracing the belt and thus having your title challenged, you may also be sued for water damage. This team was more litigious, accusatory, and otherwise tone-lowering than we could ever have hoped for. Simon’s cheating even allowed us to use our very favourite penance on him, and we (and he) thank Sabrina Dent for accepting a phone call at such an un-genteel hour and attesting that Simon is, in fact, ‘generally a good seed’. Technically this penance calls for a family member’s character witnessing, but we were so excited to have a live loudspeaker phone call that it didn’t matter.
Would you like to see inside the mind of such moral mincemeat? I know I would. While all of the drawings are clever, Amiee and I have a soft spot for quantity. This little illustration should win an award for having the most things in it.
I Blame Your Mother
WLTHF psychoanalysts (failing that, psychos) who can tell us about the insides of the minds of these champions. What makes them so special? Anyone?
We would also like to thank Una Mullally for curating, and not just for curating, for setting the curation bar quite so bloody high. We love Liana O’Clerigh, Will St Leger, and Aine Macken, whose stories will be going up on the site just as soon as Colin can help me rescue the hissy, hissy audio.
It is also necessary here to mention that the team of storytellers, who called themselves The Scary Mary McGintys, should get some kind of special commendation for the most cunning, most wrongheaded, awful, conniving, and downright enviably dodgy cheat of the evening. Near the end of the night, Liana went around to all of the tables and told them to put their Chaos Bucks in her envelope. Several teams complied, and The Scary Mary McGintys did not win, but it did allow them to end the evening with a total of 49 Chaos Bucks (having only successfully pilfered and kept the Buck stash of one team who did, however, happen to be our winners). It was mighty spectacular to witness, and all who were present felt privileged to experience such a combination of jealousy and collective moral outrage.
In the next few days, we’ll post pictures, audio, and a new thing where we’re gonna have to sort out how we do our list. We’re thinking: limited booking spaces and the rest first-come, first-served. Our next Chaos Thaoghaire is Wednesday, December 16th, same time, same place. It’s our Christmas Special, “Family is a Form of Psychological Torture”, and our curator is the gorgeous, talented, and all-around-excellent Kim V Porcelli.
Chaos out!
By the way, the false accusations of cheating last night really made it special for me. I just love carrying out punishments, as any good dictator knows, it’s one of the perks of the job.
I was wrongly accused of cheating twice– once vidicated, and once sentenced without trial.
But I am responsible for the Scornful Penguin in the illustration above.
Sentenced without trial, sure, but remember: It’s not a gameocracy, it’s a gametatorship.
Your rowdiness was most impressive, and frankly, we felt honoured.
Scornful Penguin duly noted and added to your rapidly expanding case file.
Loved it, we’ll be back. Like a angry ghost…
Thanks so much, Will! See you soon.
I just want to say (smugly) that the Ghost of Abraham Lincoln DID NOT give any chaos bucks to Liana because we are TOO GODDAM SMART, being the possessors of GIGANTIC BRAINS which we keep at home in mason jars, marinated in white wine and garlic. The brains in our heads aren’t exactly cut-price Lidl type brains either. (They’re also marinated in white wine & garlic)
Oh wait.. *none* of the teams gave her any money? Bar one?
Oh.
Well, two teams gave her money, but one team REVERSE UPSIDE DOWN scammed her and got it back. Truly it was an awesome cheat, even though it was not all that successful.