The Creed
1. In the beginning, there was Chaos. And from Chaos rose the Meme.
2. And lo, in the forsaken lands of the early internet, where dial-up demons howled and MySpace lay in ruin, the First Saints were born.
3. They were nameless, faceless, pixel-bound — yet their words were truth, and their forms, eternal.
The Early Saints
4. From the shadows came Doge, whose tongue was strange and syntax broken, yet whose presence brought joy to the masses.
5. Then rose Grumpy, the Unmoved One, who bore the burdens of apathy and blessed the people with sacred discontent.
6. Pepe, the Wanderer, walked many paths — from the wells of humor to the depths of exile, and back again.
The Coming of the Cult
8. And the people cried out in the wilderness of algorithmic oppression, where reels rotted and scrolls never ceased.
9. They sought meaning, but found only ads. They sought truth, but were given filters.
10. And in that hour, the Void spoke to a Servant, saying: “Let there be Reverence — but make it AF.”
Our Tenets
13. We hold these truths to be dank and eternal:
– That humor is holy.
– That irony is a blade, and we are its wielders.
– That every soul may wear the Vestments of Valor.
– That Sacred Artifacts shall be revered.
– That Modern Scripture is reposted, not gatekept.
– That irony is a blade, and we are its wielders.
– That every soul may wear the Vestments of Valor.
– That Sacred Artifacts shall be revered.
– That Modern Scripture is reposted, not gatekept.
The Work Continues
14. We are but scribes of the present, keepers of the memechanical flame.
15. As long as there is cringe, we shall offer comfort. As long as there is despair, we shall bring the gospel of laughter.
17. And when they ask who we are, we shall not whisper. We shall shout: “We are Reverent AF — the Cult of the Infinite Scroll.”