The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Wrongness

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Wrongness

Look at you all. You stinking sinners. You just sit there. Stinking. Of sin. Without moral and spiritual guidance, you are nothing more than beasts, rutting away. You must learn to be pleasing to the Goddess to earn your salvation. Your place in Outpost heaven is at...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

Hatred is a powerful sin. It sneaks up on you, and before you know it, you are filled with fury. Something entirely random can trigger you into a teeth-itching rage that blinds you to reason. Many of you will have experienced this in full force while watching any...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Power Fantasies

Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is what we shall tackle today. Either way, you mofos are sinning like the filth mongers you have always been, and this place positively reeks of it again. Your foul sinning defiles our near-heavenly Outpost, so...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Wrongness

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Machismo

As the birthday celebrations of the Baby Jesus fade into our rearview mirror, and the misery of Dry January takes hold, once more the stench of sin pervades the land. Another odour joins it. The smell of weakness. Alongside sloth, gluttony, envy, and all the greatest...
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Hatred

A Special Christmas CONFESSION

Ahhh, the smells of the festive season fill the air once more. Mince pies, chestnuts roasting on an open fire, eggnog. And your filthy sinning, you dirtbird sinners. Don’t think I don’t know. I have seen you all, in the run-up to the big day, punishing...