Welcome back you beautiful disasters for Year 3!
At this point, your continued attendance feels less like loyalty and more like a cry for help. You keep returning like it’s a cult you accidentally joined and now can’t figure out how to leave.
To the new recruits: Oh sweet summer children. You have no idea what you’ve walked into.
Please be aware:
Veteran attendees: have seen things that changed them on a molecular level. They speak in riddles now.
Fresh victims: expect at least one moment where you stare into the middle distance and whisper, “I didn’t think it would be like this.”
Everyone: understand that this event has no brakes, no rules and no emotional refunds.
Anyway, welcome back! Or welcome for the first and possibly last time. Either way, you’re part of the prophecy now.
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