The piercee tribe

So today, as my duties oblige, I went to Mount-Real for my usual cultural exchange with a metropolitan universal institution. During some royal teachings, a member of my entourage asked if my troops wanted to escort him in a northern cavern where ancestral practices were executed on volunteer bodies.

My troops gathered the information and with so, I decided to take this trip to this outcast land which I did not visited for a decade. I've decided, as well, to retake a part of my past, and join once again a tribe that I have once savored.

As my companion was getting ready for his sacrifice of flesh, my troops gather up to pay our passage for the needle. When it was my turn, I sat in the throne. The shaman had his tools and many body drawings. He put the sacred pliers on my body and to the sacrificial needle I offered myself. I now have a blessed ornament in my nostril. With it, I will bare each day my adventure in the outcast cavern, of the Denis Jungle of the Saint, in Mount-Real.

For I can be proud once again to be part of the piercee tribe. As my troops were noting this into my mémoire I went back to my obligated duties.