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* Give the last blow with the machete, poison darts don't severe heads.
 
* Give the last blow with the machete, poison darts don't severe heads.
 
* If you want to join, please do so with only one character.
 
* If you want to join, please do so with only one character.
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== Some notes about WickSickness ==
 +
'''How does it feel:'''
 +
* {{profile|1617|Emile Durkheim}}:
 +
It may be evil, but it feels goooooooood :-)
 +
The green gleam on my eyes gives me a feeling of power
 +
and might, my neckhairs raise and my mind is completely focused to
 +
kill. And with every head I take, I learn more and more about the way
 +
of being WickSick. It is my fate and I give my very best to please the
 +
ancestors as much as I can.
 +
 +
* {{profile|1093|Foo Fighter}}:
 +
Being wicksick is all about the moment when the head is cut off and
 +
falls to the ground. Nothing compares to that moment, and if you didn't
 +
do it, you can't understand. All the shrinking business and trophy
 +
fondling afterwards is only an attempt to recapture those moments of
 +
bliss.
 +
 +
'''Myths and Stories:'''
 +
* {{profile|1617|Emile Durkheim}}:
 +
It started in the hut of a good friend where some herbs
 +
were in the air and we told each other the stories of our grandfathers.
 +
The night got longer and longer the herbs lesser and lesser and
 +
somehow we both started to talk about an ancient tale, that our
 +
ancestors tell since a very long time.
 +
 +
In an earlier time when the land was green and the air was cleaner than
 +
today, there was a big war between Wiksik and intruders from a northern
 +
island. Wiksiks were almost lost as  N'Yarla, the shaman, had a vision.
 +
HE, the mighty god of war saw the suffering of our hometown and told
 +
N'Yarla to collect the best warriors in the town on top of the mountain
 +
when the stars would be right.
 +
 +
N'Yarla took the best fighters with him and in a starry night they
 +
passed by the lingering warriors, into the jungle and climed up the mountain.
 +
The night didn't end, time did run slowly and mists came up. When they
 +
were on the top, sky did clear up and the great conjunction arrived. The
 +
large and the small deer united in heaven and a the brave ones were
 +
surrounde by a mystical, strong green light. A wind came up from the
 +
south and a voice loud and stong said: "Great warriors of Wiksik.
 +
You fight brave against the intruders but they exceed you in number.
 +
Keep your spirits up! I shall give you power which helps you to
 +
beat the bastards. Go and get their heads! Oi!" And with the last word
 +
everything got black around the warriors and they fell in a deep
 +
slumber. As they woke up, it was the next morning and they were back in their hometown.
 +
N'Yarla had vanished and did not come back again until today. It is said, that
 +
he will be back and connect to the minds of the warriors when time is right again.
 +
 +
Wiksiks won the war and the heads of our enemies were piled on top of the
 +
mountain. After everything was done, the only way to the top was
 +
blocked by huge rocks falling from the sky.
 +
 +
When we ended the story, the first light of day came up. And with it
 +
came the news. Pale, unshaved, stinking humans landed on the island and
 +
started to build and hunt in our territory. Our scouts wanted to greet them
 +
and asked for a gift as it was our custom ever since. The only gifts they
 +
got were fire and death. And with that news my senses started to
 +
change. A green gleam was laid over my eyes and I felt a slight lust
 +
for blood and heads rising to my neck. I asked our shaman and he said,
 +
that I haven't been the first to encounter this phenomenon. So I started to
 +
search the others and joined the group of the legendary
 +
WickSick Headhunters...
 +
 +
* {{profile|1093|Foo Fighter}}
 +
When Foo Fighter grew up, he spent all his days in the vicinity of a
 +
warriors hut in Wiksik that got burned down laters. He would always be
 +
happy to perform random tasks for them, and for that, he was allowed to
 +
watch how the old men bragged about their glorious deeds of the past.
 +
The summers were longer and the winters colder, the grass was greener
 +
and the water or the sea had a better blue in those days. The old
 +
warriors always talked how they would go out and whack some native of
 +
another tribe and take their heads just for the hell of it. They showed
 +
off their collections, and Foo Fighter knew the names of all the prized
 +
heads by heart very soon. He learned how to cook potions and learned
 +
lots of ways to use rare oils. The warriors hut got burned down by an
 +
angry mob, eventually - all kinds of accusations - that don't need to
 +
be related here - were in the air.
 +
As soon as Foo Fighter was old enough to swing a machete he decided to
 +
revive the old custom of headhunting again, and went on a killing spree
 +
derbywards. That was the time when people began to speak of him and
 +
others being wicksick. The rest of the story is known ;-)
  
  

Revision as of 21:23, 22 November 2006

The WickSick Headhunters|-style="background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center;" Hoehle.JPG
Leadership: We are egalitarian
Members: Open for all wicksick people
Goals: We hunt the heads of outsiders, non-wicksick people and monkeys!
Recruitment policy: Are you wicksick? Join us!
Contact: [1]


The WickSick Headhunters is a loosely knit associaton of natives who still practice the almost forgotten art of headhunting. When a native discovers the passion for this occupation deep within himself, we say he goes 'wicksick'. Being 'wicksick' and the village of Wiksik are to each other like the 'Stockholm Syndrome' is to the city of Stockholm. All over the island, natives can go wicksick and in fact they do.

The WickSick Headhunters have lots of secret and not so secret rituals, but our gatherings mainly revolve about headhunting and bragging about headhunting. Another favourite topic is the best way to keep our trophies from rotting. And drinking that brown stuff.

Our goals are simple:

  • Collect as many heads as possible and let's organize a raid sometime so we can do it together.

Our rules as well:

  • Give the last blow with the machete, poison darts don't severe heads.
  • If you want to join, please do so with only one character.


Some notes about WickSickness

How does it feel:

It may be evil, but it feels goooooooood :-) The green gleam on my eyes gives me a feeling of power and might, my neckhairs raise and my mind is completely focused to kill. And with every head I take, I learn more and more about the way of being WickSick. It is my fate and I give my very best to please the ancestors as much as I can.

Being wicksick is all about the moment when the head is cut off and falls to the ground. Nothing compares to that moment, and if you didn't do it, you can't understand. All the shrinking business and trophy fondling afterwards is only an attempt to recapture those moments of bliss.

Myths and Stories:

It started in the hut of a good friend where some herbs were in the air and we told each other the stories of our grandfathers. The night got longer and longer the herbs lesser and lesser and somehow we both started to talk about an ancient tale, that our ancestors tell since a very long time.

In an earlier time when the land was green and the air was cleaner than today, there was a big war between Wiksik and intruders from a northern island. Wiksiks were almost lost as N'Yarla, the shaman, had a vision. HE, the mighty god of war saw the suffering of our hometown and told N'Yarla to collect the best warriors in the town on top of the mountain when the stars would be right.

N'Yarla took the best fighters with him and in a starry night they passed by the lingering warriors, into the jungle and climed up the mountain. The night didn't end, time did run slowly and mists came up. When they were on the top, sky did clear up and the great conjunction arrived. The large and the small deer united in heaven and a the brave ones were surrounde by a mystical, strong green light. A wind came up from the south and a voice loud and stong said: "Great warriors of Wiksik. You fight brave against the intruders but they exceed you in number. Keep your spirits up! I shall give you power which helps you to beat the bastards. Go and get their heads! Oi!" And with the last word everything got black around the warriors and they fell in a deep slumber. As they woke up, it was the next morning and they were back in their hometown. N'Yarla had vanished and did not come back again until today. It is said, that he will be back and connect to the minds of the warriors when time is right again.

Wiksiks won the war and the heads of our enemies were piled on top of the mountain. After everything was done, the only way to the top was blocked by huge rocks falling from the sky.

When we ended the story, the first light of day came up. And with it came the news. Pale, unshaved, stinking humans landed on the island and started to build and hunt in our territory. Our scouts wanted to greet them and asked for a gift as it was our custom ever since. The only gifts they got were fire and death. And with that news my senses started to change. A green gleam was laid over my eyes and I felt a slight lust for blood and heads rising to my neck. I asked our shaman and he said, that I haven't been the first to encounter this phenomenon. So I started to search the others and joined the group of the legendary WickSick Headhunters...

When Foo Fighter grew up, he spent all his days in the vicinity of a warriors hut in Wiksik that got burned down laters. He would always be happy to perform random tasks for them, and for that, he was allowed to watch how the old men bragged about their glorious deeds of the past. The summers were longer and the winters colder, the grass was greener and the water or the sea had a better blue in those days. The old warriors always talked how they would go out and whack some native of another tribe and take their heads just for the hell of it. They showed off their collections, and Foo Fighter knew the names of all the prized heads by heart very soon. He learned how to cook potions and learned lots of ways to use rare oils. The warriors hut got burned down by an angry mob, eventually - all kinds of accusations - that don't need to be related here - were in the air. As soon as Foo Fighter was old enough to swing a machete he decided to revive the old custom of headhunting again, and went on a killing spree derbywards. That was the time when people began to speak of him and others being wicksick. The rest of the story is known ;-)


Active and Inactive Members


Favourite Trophies

This is no death list or something. Look at it as a kind of collectors fanzine...

  • Lutheran is hunted for ending the first killing spree of Foo Fighter prematurely and for wounding Jesus.
    Proud collector: Foo Fighter / collected again by Wambayak
  • Bob Nowak is hunted for trying to introduce a religion we already adopted and hybridized.
    Proud collector: Foo Fighter / collected again by Entropy / and again by Foo Fighter
  • Spookey69 is hunted for opening a never ending court case against a legion of native lawyers and sending Emile Durkheim back to our shaman...several times (counting system ends here).
    Proud collector: Entropy / collected again by Foo Fighter
  • Grigoriy is hunted for killing several WickSick Headhunters after the total owning of Derby.
    Proud collector: Foo Fighter / collected again by Jesus / and again by Lama
  • rafferton is nominated for his naughty character and for terrorizing natives.
    Proud collector: Escariot
  • Grimjack is hunted for attacking Jesus several times and running away when it came to real-time fighting.
    Proud collector: Wambayak
  • Jprocks is hunted for a complete unnecessary and unmotivated attack on Emile Durkheim which forced him to miss the ritual in Raktam.
    Proud collector: Ougadougou / collected again by Lama
  • Raffles is hunted for a slaying Baron Samedi, which is not in order.
  • LiquidatorBrunt is hunted for killing Foo Fighter way too often.
  • Crocker for being such a TWAT.

Recent Events

Call to the Machetes!

The first killing rampage of our founder Foo Fighter was ended by a...missionary.

He is from Derby. What is this Derby? We don't know exactly. It is somewhere in the south east of Wiksik.

What do they do (except killing headhunters)? They build a street right in our direction!

So what do we do? We meet up in Wiksik and go hunt their heads!

Let's meet at the two famous huts north of the shaman in Wiksik. We stock up on poison darts and healing herbs and make each other hot for the glorious taking of outsider heads! Bring your preservation potions!

The First Gathering!

Slowly but surely, the outsiders build their road, but not in peace anymore. We met under the famous tree south east of Wiksik, held initiatory sacrifices, brought forth a totally stunned survivor and marked our first gathering with blood! Two outsiders died that day, one of them obviously the too enterprising road builder himself. Soon enough, the outsiders will cower in their windy huts, whispering about the merciless headhunters!

The Rampage Begins!

After staging a small deer giveaway to appease the spirits, The WickSick Headhunters spread out along the already overgrowing street derbywards. Many, many more heads were taken since the initial sacrifices of the road builders, and only on casualty to moan so far. Our brave Emile Durkheim was slain several times by a certain 'Spookey' and had to return to our shaman to get some evil curse potions.

Spring Cleaning and the Unriddling of Derby

The fame of the WickSick Headhunters spread fastly around fair Wiksik, and, after the advaent of several outsiders, many natives went 'WickSick' and started to search the heads of outsiders who were lured there by our, ahem, 'virgin' maidens. In the meantime, Foo Fighter finally reached Derby, scouted the weapons and healing huts and established barter relations with 'Trader Tom'. He is still stalking windy Derby, but his letters tell of growing home-sickness, so the reunion of all Wicksick Headhunters might be near...

The Ritual to Appease the Ancestors

We gathered on the island south of Derby and happily sacrificied our brother Lama as gift to our Ancestor Spirits. Here is an account of the occasion:

Wambayak says "everybody attended?" (2006-05-05 17:15)

Thordulf says "Aah, brave Foo needs some Hoodoo Magic... Here, my last pack of Fine Wiksikkian" (2006-05-05 17:15)

Thordulf says "Yes, I might need to rest the legs a bit when we get there though..." (2006-05-05 17:16)

Foo Fighter says "Thank you, Elder Thordulf! Now it time to call on the Ancestors! *Starts to dance and writhes babbling on the floor soon* Let's sacrifice our brother Lama!" (2006-05-05 17:17)

Thordulf says "Indeed!" (2006-05-05 17:18)

Wambayak says "First we gonna choose the weakest of us, then we will sacrifice him to get the attention of the Ancestors. After we have danced and sungen a lot of old chanties we will break up next morning. " (2006-05-05 17:18)

Thordulf says "Aah, I like that brown frothy liquid, the only good thing to come out of Derby!" (2006-05-05 17:19)

Foo Fighter says "*still writhing* We have to deliver our brother now, it is a hard work, but it has to be done!" (2006-05-05 17:19)

Wambayak says "So even it doesn`t seems so we decided to kill lama. Die in honor brother.... " (2006-05-05 17:19)

Foo Fighter fires at you for 4 damage. (2006-05-05 17:19)

Foo Fighter fires at you for 4 damage. (2006-05-05 17:20)

Foo Fighter fires at you for 4 damage. (2006-05-05 17:20)

Foo Fighter fires at you for 4 damage. (2006-05-05 17:20)

Wambayak says "First let me get a bit of that liqiud..." (2006-05-05 17:20)

Foo Fighter fires at you for 4 damage. (2006-05-05 17:20)

Thordulf says "May the spirits be with you brave Brave... *Thordulfs eyes turn inside out*" (2006-05-05 17:20)

Thordulf says "Be my guest..." (2006-05-05 17:20)

Foo Fighter says "The poison darts will make you fell no pain, brother lama, and don't forget to drink of that brown liquid, too!" (2006-05-05 17:21)

lama says "I'm ready, Ancestors, please, take my blood! Drink it and give the power to my brothers in WickSick!"

Thordulf says "My last bottle goes to Lama!" (2006-05-05 17:21)

Wambayak attacks you for 3 damage. (2006-05-05 17:21)

Thordulf attacks you for 3 damage. (2006-05-05 17:21)

Thordulf attacks you for 3 damage. (2006-05-05 17:21)

Wambayak attacks you for 3 damage. (2006-05-05 17:22)

Wambayak attacks you for 3 damage. (2006-05-05 17:22)

Wambayak attacks you for 3 damage. You die. (2006-05-05 17:22)

Thordulf says "WOoOoOoOohh..." (2006-05-05 17:22)

Thordulf says "Amazing!" (2006-05-05 17:23)

Thordulf says "So now we drink, chant and sing. And plead to the spirits of course..." (2006-05-05 17:24)

Taking Possession of Derby

the pictures can be found here: [2]

Coming Home to Wiksik

After killing hapless Derbians on end, all the heads got hard to carry, so most of the Headhunters decided to return to Wiksik, where several mythical figures and other native stalker heads were collected.

Visiting Our Friends in Raktam

Getting a bit bored in good old Wiksik, the Headhunters decided to visit their native neighbor village Raktam to socialize for some outsider hunting and serious ritual business. The most prominent inhabitants of fair Raktam attended our gatherings, and noted them with satisfaction. Also, Sir James Frazer of ASSI attended one of the rituals, so we expect to get books full of this thing called fame in no time. An account of our opening ceremony by our host can be found here: [3]

Looting the Shipwreck

Our merciless crackdown on the pirate hideout is still ongoing, expect reports of our brave deeds soon!

The raid turned out to be a big success that you can read here: [4]

Doing Business in Dalpok

After collecting many stinky pirate heads at the shipwreck, the WickSick Headhunters climbed the crow's nest of the unforunate boat and set their eyes on Dalpok. This native village turns out to be the constant target of many outsiders and pirates and we surely won't miss to take some of their heads home as trophies!

Meeting up in Wiksik

In anticipation of a great cultural event, we meet up in Wiksik and take the heads of all outsiders hiding in or around the village. During our stay there, we had skirmishes with wannabe rogue pirates, whose head we gladly collected.

Holidays at the Head-Take Hotel

Punctually with the start of the summer, the WickSick Headhunters went to the beaches and started to fight for picturesque wooden huts that were occupied by pale or now red stinky outsiders. Spread the towels!

Roaming the Jungle

After relaxing in Derby, the WickSick Headhunters decided to roam the jungle for no apparent reason. Who knows what they are up to....

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