Leader of 6,000-strong cannibal rape cult hacked to death

[Cormac]

Jesus, I thought Craster lived North, beyond the wall.

I think his Mistress lives in China...

[rainbow]

he was a third rate cult leader but a first rate pie filling

Poor journalism.
They don't even mention the garnishes.

mashed potato, gravy. That's all you need with a pie

And mushy peas

Oh, goes without saying!

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No cranberry and apple sauce?

You English are savages!

[JimC]

In a serious note, PNG has one fuck of a problem with unrestrained violence, particularly against women, and often associated with the whole "kill the witch" thing...

Many aspects of their society are at an unacceptably barbaric level. Fuck cultural relativity...

[Cormac]

In a serious note, PNG has one fuck of a problem with unrestrained violence, particularly against women, and often associated with the whole "kill the witch" thing...

Many aspects of their society are at an unacceptably barbaric level. Fuck cultural relativity...

Bigot!

Eating your neighbour is as legitimate, and in its own way, as civilised as reading the newspapers and twerking!

[Clinton Huxley]

We are all one jugged-partridge away from craving human flesh. I remember that hellish trek through the Dasht e Kavir, fleeing that business in Khorasan and the beast Ignatieff. Myself and "Bunty" Hetherington. I said to him, "it's either you or me, Bunty. And more specifically, you". I didn't want to eat him, mind. I can't say I enjoyed it, but I stuck to my task with true British perseverance and indeed still had one of his legs left when I staggered into Isfahan. Rather frugal, I thought. Had to endure "three-legged race" quips when I rejoined the regiment, of course.

[Tyrannical]

Shouldn't even qualify as a cult, it's just their normal pre-western influenced behavior.

[JimC]

We are all one jugged-partridge away from craving human flesh. I remember that hellish trek through the Dasht e Kavir, fleeing that business in Khorasan and the beast Ignatieff. Myself and "Bunty" Hetherington. I said to him, "it's either you or me, Bunty. And more specifically, you". I didn't want to eat him, mind. I can't say I enjoyed it, but I stuck to my task with true British perseverance and indeed still had one of his legs left when I staggered into Isfahan. Rather frugal, I thought. Had to endure "three-legged race" quips when I rejoined the regiment, of course.

[Svartalf]

No wine, better for sauce making.

[rainbow]

No wine, better for sauce making.

It hardly bears saying.

[Audley Strange]

Guy still dead? Let me know if that changes because that'll be a story to watch.