A certain website teaches that "you cannot stack what is sacred." The Order has descended from the pile to correct the record: the sacred stacks highest.
Descend into the truthas recorded in mud, observed in nature, and denied by exactly one website
Crocodilians pile upon one another while basking on riverbanks. This is not theory. This is documented animal behavior, older than websites, older than the argument, older than your friend. The croc stacked itself before anyone asked permission.
Behold the dorsum: broad, flat, armored in osteoderm scutes. A ridged, load-bearing platform. To gaze upon a crocodile's back and see no landing pad is a failure of imagination, not of engineering.
The croc is, fundamentally, a horizontal animal with a low center of gravity. The stacking of horizontal things is the oldest technology of the swamp. Consider the log. Consider the pancake. Consider, now, the croc.
The mother crocodile carries her hatchlings piled within her jaws, a stack within a stack, ferried tenderly to the water. Stacking is not done to the croc. Stacking is the croc's first memory.
One croc roars and the swamp listens. Stack the crocs and the roars combine vertically, each throat above the last, a column of sound. This is the Stacked Roar. This is why we gather. This is why the heretics tremble.
FORTUNATELY, the croc is stacking.
The crocs are piling up. The stack increases.
The doubt recedes. Possibilities mounting.
Gators ascending.
a response to the keeper of a certain warez page
The heretic writes: "you cannot stack what is sacred." We have meditated upon this in the mud for many seasons. We find it sincere. We find it poetic. We find it wrong.
For what is a temple but stacked stone? What is a prayer but stacked words? What is a crocodile but stacked vertebrae, stacked scutes, stacked teeth โ yearning for one thing more to be stacked upon it?
none may join the Order in word alone. you must stack.
A croc drifts across the night. Tap, click, or press space to lay it upon the pile โ and hear it roar. The pile accepts every croc; failure is a heresy the Order does not recognize. A clean, centered lay earns a mightier roar (+2). ๐ sound on.
Send this page to the one who doubted. Not in anger โ the Order does not deal in anger. In altitude.