Welcome to Gaia! ::

*The Iron Chef music plays as Dean arises from the ground below. A godlike voice booms from above*

"RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE!"

*Dean pulls a shotgun out of his smoking jacket and blasts into the air. Zeus falls to the ground, clutching his shoulder.*

"Jeez, I was just kidding Dean..."

Well let's face it, you take your jokes a bit too far.

Anyway, Brother Bursar, I'll handle the tithing. Quick, get the man some official looking robish bits. And have the head chefs prepare us some fine... cooking fires to warm the bucks. I'll warm the broads myself.

*With a wave of his hands the Dean, and the ladies, vanish in a poof of smoke. All that can be heard on the wind is a giggle and the soft words "So are you Sigfried or Roy?" "Baby, just get on the tiger pelt and you'll LEARN my name..."*

::The Bursar seemed rather perplexed as to why the Dean got so many women and he didn't, but his attention was immedately diverted to the task of robing the newcommer:: Hmm.. Well.. Lets see now. ::The Bursar withdrew a tape measure from his orange robes and measured the man all over:: Hmm.. Well.. follow me and we'll get you fixed right up. ::The Bursar ran down a long passageway and vanished from sight::

::The Bursar peered out from behind a small hole in the wall of the corridor. He was always fond of the Hazing rituals. By manipulating a large number of levers, pullies, nobs, and buttons, several cliche Indiana Jones-esque traps were set. If he managed to pass this first challenge then his admission into the Temple would be secure... almost.::

::The Bursar manipulated a lever and a beam of light covered a section of the hallway:: Lets see if his knowledge is vast enough..

::A loud voice boomed through out the hall::

IF YE PASS THE TRIALS, YE WILL KNOW ENLIGHTENMENT