Blessed are the poor LJers, for they shall be stuck with only six icons.
Blessed are those that mourn, for the body count's bound to get pretty high.
Blessed are the meek, for they do not whinge and fuck up the plot arcs.
Blessed are they which hunger and thirst after plot, for they will not ship needlessly.
Blessed are the merciful, even though they make horrible Death Eaters.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall increase our stash of Hufflepuffs.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall stop the bitchy OOC drama.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for being Slytherins, for good Slytherins are hard to find.
Blessed are ye, when your IRL friends mock you for spending all of this time on an RPG.
Rejoice and be glad, for great is your reward in this RPG, for you have not pissed off the mods greatly.
The Mods are my shepherds, I shall not be in want.
They maketh me to lie down in plotty pastures,
they lead me beside interesting scenarios,
They restore my plots.
They guide me in paths of ICness
for my character's sake.
Yea, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of HP RPG,
I will fear no shippiness,
for they are with me;
their rod and their staff,
they comfort me.
They prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
They anoint my head with a good PB; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the RPG of the mods forever.
Our mods, who art in IJ,
Hallowed by thy screennames.
Thy RP come,
Thy plots be done,
In AIM as they are in the threads.
Give us this day our daily canon,
And forgive us our typographical errors,
As we forgive those who typo against us.
And lead us not into cliquey-ness,
But deliver us from pointless ships,
For thine are the player list,
And the ad-pimping,
And the RP, forever and ever.
Click send.
Credit goes to anonamod and roguebelle @ LJ for the Modly Chants.
