In the year of glory 2007, a few worthy, brave pilots stood against the elements prepared to do battle. Armed in the ceremonial garb of the feast of Hallows and tribal warpaint astride steel steeds which were burnished and decorated to perfection, they stood adorned and proud. Their glorious chariots ranged from the whimsical (MagNEATo's pirate rig) to the funky ( Skunk's massive discoball augmentation) to the sublime (Asher's lovely Victorian festoonage complete with candles).their amour and disguises were also clever, ranging from a very authentic Princess Leia doppleganger, to a woozy alcoholic, to two seemingly innocuous frogs, and a slayer of wolves who bore her trophies as her figurehead.
Spurred on by their fearless leader and with the added benediction of the Blessed St. Pauli Girl, they set out into the night ready to face whatever dangers that were primed to escape from that inky, impenetrable blackness.
After a triumphant exit from their city, replete with cheering crowds and the honking of horns ready to do them tribute, they ventured to the land of Cantabridgia where they explored the turrets of a foreign fortress from which they believed they could see the very corners of the world(as well as Allston). Frenchy and Dozer braved the perils of Phobos,generously loaned from Mars. A slight alarm was raised, literally and figuratively, when some consuls from Cantibridgia arrived upon their wailing red and white chariots. Some pilots dispersed and several were lost, returning to the friendly neighboring lands.The mighty SCUL was not deterred and handled the situation with reserve,dignity, and grace.
No harm came to them and, to celebrate this victory, they rode to the comforts of the Street of Rivers, where they feasted at Moody's Falafel Palace and ripped into hearty chunks of meat wrapped delicately in pita. Pecan valiantly aerated the soil in her wicked sharp high heels as Vomit, MagNEATO and company danced with abandon to the dulcet sounds of 'Thriller.' Not deterred by the challenges of the night, the pilots agreed that the end had come and that it was indeed time to return home victorious. Nosepicker gave one last wild cry of "JAEGERBOMB!!!" and charged off into the darkness. So ended the season of 2007.
Though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil, for we are SCUL and we are the funkiest mothers in the valley.