| The Tale of Setenamun |
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| Alpha Phi Alpha Signs Their Death-Warrant |
| Once, long ago on a particularly snowy day in February, a snow sphinx traveled to a college campus in order to rest under the science building. He was strong and firmly packed, with rhododendron-foliage-green eyes, strong paws, a tufted tail, immaculately sculpted headscarf, and noble face. He was everything that a snow sphinx should be, and at his command a pyramid was mathematically crafted behind him to be guarded. The afternoon was grey and chill, and the night fell with crisper temperatures. The slush in the roads began to crystallize, and the snow sphinx glowed beautifully under the orange sodium-vapor lights. |
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| Little did the peaceful yet mighty snow sphinx know, but in keeping with the tradition of his taller and warmer ancestry, his life was not to last very long. For despite the multitudes of worshippers that walked by on the street, singing his praises, there were some with alcohol in their blood and malice in their hearts; servants of hell. |
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| The Worship-Song of The Snow Sphinx "Wow, is that a sphinx How long did it take you to make that? Wow, that must be a sphinx That beats the hell out of the snow penii That looks really tight Can I take a picture Hey, can I take a picture Wow, that's a beautiful sphinx Do you mind if I take a picture." |
| His majestic repose was suddenly and violently destroyed as members of a nearby tribe, henceforth peaceful, began to attack him. The warrior tribe Alpha Phi Alpha (XP) carved their tribe sigil into his chest. They similarly defaced the front of his smooth pyramid, the jewel of his existance. The sphinx's beauty was crushed forevermore, his soul wrenched and bodiless, as they then kicked his head to the ground and smashed it to a thousand shards. |
| The sphinx, powerless to move, sat in humiliated agony as the night crystallized around him and the sun darkened over his shattered neck. Yet he was not forgotten, for the priestess that tended his needs was soon to arrive. Her furious grief knew no bounds as she surveyed the remains of her glorious friend and lord. Bending her back to the physical labors, bare-handed, with her tears and her feet freezing, she found the largest piece on the ground and tried to help the sphinx. |
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| Summoning all her powers and mastery of the craft of snow sculpture, and aided by a loyal townsman, the sphinx priestess knelt in the snow for an hour and a half to rebuild the sphinx's entire head. The loyal townsman was the only person who stepped forward to help when the call of the sphinx's death rang over the community. Slowly but without error, the sphinx was reborn in double the glory. His reincarnation complete, he tilted his head to the night sky and roared his rage and triumph: "I am Setenamun! Manifestation of night and frost! Hear my voice and tremble, lowly humans who would feign to scar my holy flesh! No hand of mortal shall again touch me! It is written in the winter stars that only Amun may call me into the earth, and from the winter again shall I return!" And it was so. |
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| Setenamun sank into the earth in three days, entering his three thousand years of afterlife in mighty triumph. His return is marked in the winds: in one year he shall rise again from the frozen snows. So it has been, and so shall it be. |
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