Posted 10 years ago on April 4, 2012, 11:36 p.m. EST by francismjenkins
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The story of alpha tribe.
They lived in a forest a long long time ago. They worshiped the god beta, a formidable wooden statute sculpted by their ancestors. No one in the tribe was allowed to go beyond the tree line; that was where the evil theta people lived, or so they thought (because of the story of Jack, a tribesman who traveled beyond the tree line several years ago, never to return). The stories of Jack were wrought with horror, how the Theta tribe cannibalized his corpse after killing him. The alpha tribe priests took great liberties. Their lives more illustrious than anything even Caligula could have imagined, but they ruled over the alpha tribe with an iron fist (harshly enforcing even the most mundane regulations). But then one day little Jimmy got lost in the woods, accidently traveled beyond the tree line, and stumbled upon another tribe, the happy tribe. The happy tribe had no leaders; they were all involved in the decisions that affected their everyday lives. They gladly helped one another, shared with each other, celebrated often, and if this utopia wasn’t enough for little Jimmy to handle, he found long lost Jack among the happy tribe.