Literature Group Panders to Elitist Tastes

   Warning!

TheCabalists  are out to collect, collate and stimulate what they consider to be the very best of Literature on dA. And they claim the ability to discern what is the best because, and I quote: "We are not lame."

Clearly, they only want to rock our boat and must be stopped, before they crack the very foundations of the dA Literature world.



Who are they, and what do they want from us?

TheCabalists are a collective of uber-literary snarks from some back-alley chatroom or other, along with sundry folks they’ve seduced.

Not satisfied with undermining everything lame in the world of Lit, TheCabalists have now taken to assimilating persons who are not boring. Once in their clutches, these people are then forced to write things.

When extracted, the literary juices of their captives are distilled into a series of fascinating and controversial articles which are collected weekly, monthly and in some cases  sporadically for inclusion in TheCabalists’ Gallery.

Poetry, music, art, film, grammar, theatre, observational vignettes— a blend of highbrow intellect and cheap bourbon, these raw chunks of  titillation-for-the-brain are designed to encourage you to read, think, and pass the bottle.

Not ONE piece of yaoi fanfic to be found, anywhere. Not one! I tell you, it’s just criminal.



Known Victims

Highly selective in their choice of Contributing Writers, TheCabalists have so far duped the following people into entertaining you on a regular basis:

dy-dx, ainslaight, NLY, salshep, Jon-Law, ivannikolayevich, venturus, Lavos12, ndifference, VictorCarbon, jonzoiplu, simeberg, saintartaud, & ordie

Rumour has it, there’ll be more.

They’re also running a suspiciously popular playwrighting competition, which looks about to set the Scripts and Screenplays gallery on fire.

And– as if that isn’t enough— they’re also the evil masterminds behind The 120 days of Sodom that spasm of prosaic decadence known as Flash-Fic-Month, coming up in July.



Oh, my stars! Whatever will they do next?

Who knows. But I assure you, it isn’t going to be lame.

Bastards. I’d watch them, if I were you.