CotF Newsletter #2
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Fist!!! Monthly!!! Issue 2: Cult of the Fist You Magnificent Bastard!!!

***Welcome to the Vizier of Destiny's Quote of the Month***
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, screamers, laughers....Also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. The thing that worried me the most was the ether. There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge....And i knew we would get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
(This months quote was said by Raoul Duke in Hunter S. Thompson's 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A savage journey to the heart of the American Dream')


Welcome again foul beings of human society. I, the Vizier of Destiny, have returned to give you another Newsletter. This months newsletter will give you a look into the lives of myself, Herr Hast (the Hate Lord), and Zabgoth the Magnificent Bastard. When the Cult first began we were but young lads needing some sort of group name. So we came up with the Cult of the Fist because we are all screwed up and a Cult is something of a Brotherhood. In the begining, only Zabgoth took it serious. Herr Hast and myself thought of it as a big game, where we might have fun and vent our rage. After a little time though we realized Zabgoth's vision and dubbed him our leader. The three of us together were unstoppable, My cunning and deviousness along with Herr Hast's pure rage and power under the influence of Zabgoth's vision of anarchy and evil, we were a force to be reckoned with. But then something bad happened. I was officially disbanded from the Cult. I was a fool. My former self, the Vizier of Fate, was too cunning and devious. I sought the power of Zabgoth and was rightly disbanded. For almost a year, the Cult of the Fist was not complete. I thrived to vent my angers and rage but alas, i had no outlet. The Cult had been my outlet. I sent an email to Zabgoth insisting i had changed, and i had. I was no longer the devious bastard the Vizier of Fate. I had been reborn as the Vizier of Destiny. Although i was a new person entirely i still retain a bit of the cunning from the Vizier of Fate. Zabgoth had allowed me back into the Cult. Already i have begun to prove myself. I made a web page for myself and helped Herr Hast make his. The trinity that controls the Cult were reunited again recently. Now we are back and shall stride forward unwavering into the grim smile of Death, but we will not die. We are the Cult of the Fist fools. Join or die in the future. Either way we win. Know always that we are watching. A secret society of any range of people. We are among you all. CULT OF THE FIST YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD!!!