The WickSick Headhunters
| The WickSick Headhunters|-style="background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center;" | File:Neu.JPG | ||
| Leadership: | We are egalitarian | ||
| Members: | 8 | ||
| Goals: | We hunt the Heads of Outsiders, non-WickSick Natives 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'.
We meet up in Wiksik because our founder, Foo Fighter, happens to be from Wiksik. We have lots of secret initation rituals and all, but our gatherings mainly revolve about headhunting and bragging about headhunting. Another favourite topic is the best way to keep our trophies from rotting.
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.
Favourite Trophies:
This is no death list or something. Look at it as a kind of collectors fanzine...
- Lutheran [2]
- Bob Nowak [3]
== 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! Soon enough, the outsiders will cower in their windy huts, whispering about the merciless headhunters!
