Discordians-DC

A Secret Cabal disguised as an Ordinary Farm Lobby

(Apple Growers of America) controlled many many tools in Washington DC.

The border of their territory nominally extended down to Tappahannock, VA.

South of that line was UFO territory.

Right on the border line was the corner of US Routes 17 and 360 was an abandoned rest stop. It was defunct since the interstates had been built. But it still had an operational toilet and a coke machine. Normally the prices fro drinks were $1, but if you stood in front of it for a while, the price would flash up to some odd number like $4.44. If you paid that amount quickly before it switched back, an automatic gate would open up behind some bushes and you could rive a vehicle onto a pad. This was a freight elevator that led down into Warehouse 23. This place was neutral territory, pretty much all Illuminati groups agreed some things were better locked away.

Now the ATF controlled ammunition supplies, and they were puppets of the Discordians. So pretty much nowhere, unless you loaded your own bullets, could you find quality ammo. All ammo in the game did 2d6 damage, period. This bothered some players, who rightly insisted that man-stoppers, hydro shock, cop killer and other bullets should do much more lethal damage. And guess what: the players were correct.

But I as GM offered no solution to this problem until they met up with the local under-the-table arms dealer, Francis Scudder.

The F.B.I. was one of the most powerful tools of the Discordians; they were controlled indirectly through the Triliberal Commission as a cut-out. Sadly, one of their field agents serving in Hampton Roads was tumbling to info that just wasn't very nice. Something stunk in Hampton Roads, and the stench went all the way up I-95 to D.C. Dead bodies were piling Up, some killed in horrible ways, and many of them killed while wearing dark purple business suits, which seemed to be the unofficial uniform of a Discordian officer.

Typical Discordian Operative. They tended to have inverse names, like men name Julian Roberts, Paul Abdul,, or women named Josey Consaco, or Lenora Decapreo.

When operating boldy, all their attire was purple. Not like the Joker, but classy. But even when undercover, their purple accoutrements like belt buckles, tie tacks, cuff links, etc. would give them away to the observant. Senior Discordian officers would have purple cell phones, purple laptops, etc.

Eerily, when watching video of Cabinet Members, supreme court justices, and Washington bureau news anchors, you could pick out the purple buttons, purple rims on glasses, etc. once you knew to look for it. George Bush always seemed to have purple on his person somewhere, and so did Charlton Heston to whom he spoke frequently.

We Checked our Privilege, and it is Purple now.