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Word count: 358 | Completed: Yes | Style: Societal Satire “Many people have said
that the reason for religious belief is an innate need to love something
greater than yourself, and be accepted in a group of people who share
that love,” began the High Priestess. Suddenly a figure on horseback
burst through the high doors of the impromptu temple. The original inhabitants of the hall growled at the masses of invaders. As one they reached into their pockets and bags and produced a nasty assortment of sharp photographs and very pointy eartips. A raging battle commenced, with many indignant cries of “You are illogical!” and “This is MY command!” peppering the thud of figurine meets hardback book. “You’re both wrong,”
said a quiet voice from the doorway. The battle ceased instantly, people
peering after the quiet statement. With an incensed roar, the
Spock fangirls forgot about the Kirk fangirls, and vice versa. They swarmed
after the individual silly enough to desecrate their holy causes, hurling
several Leonard Nimoy/William Shatner compilation records as they went.
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