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The temple was forged in the shape of a pig, a great big oinker, towering into the blue, blue sky. It took the lives of dozens of spammers, shitposters, and off-topic posters to create something so magnificent.

Droves of potential initiates flocked to the meeting place, most forgettable. But the cultists were not prepared for you. No, not you. You were something special.

A voice boomed from a loudspeaker, inviting you to approach. Every step would bring you closer to the answers you sought and the drama you craved.

"PROVE THYSELF. Present a pig fact, a pun, or something else. Your choice."

There were plenty of spots to join the worshippers and present an offering. You could also see some failures getting chastised but you were better than them. Wittier. A better writer. A touch of maturity underneath that average facade.

"Or perhaps, you seek an audience? Ohoho, how bold you are," a softer voice murmured.

A woman appeared out of nowhere wearing dark robes adorned with sewn-on pig ears and pins that said Khar's Number One Fan. Her eyes were as pink as the pig she held and her smile was only slightly manic.