The triat is Wrong

Yes, may the garou bind me into place with silly string, and roast me over a slow flame for two and a half hours ( sprinkling a tad of oregano on occasion) but YES, the triat is missing its fourth vital element.

All those who do not wish the wrath of the Triat, I recommend they take their leave now...flee in the face of ....

WACKO

Not to be confused with Michael Jackson
This gripping tale of intrige, suspense, and hot water bottles was found whilst traipsing through the High Umbra. Here, my colleages and I were whisked into one of the many pocket realms, but this concept was beyond all others (including 42). This was, the concept of Puns....

Origin

In the begining, the triat were as one....
What a load of crap that was...the triat were like all kids, they needed a scapegoat to pick on so they could feel good. Poor Wacko was segregated from their games of "Spin the perfect universe", so sat in a corner (of his own creation), and threw spitballs at the other three. This started the first goof-up in history.

There are many theories as to why the triat went ballistic. Some say it was Wyrm, others Weaver..but it is far deeper than this. For, whilst the Weaver was busy solidifying the pattern for flared pants, a large spitball landed in the middle. Now, Weaver didn't know about Wacko's little game, and she assumed it was Wyrm. After all, big brother was always saying "Too much of this", "Too little of that", and she was sick of it. So, she took her knitting needles, and spun Wyrm into her pattern. Thus satisfied, she started solidifying the pattern of the Macarena. Obviously, Weaver was mad. Wyld, thankfully, couldn't give a hoot, and kept throwing concepts and things into the world, but the Weaver was gaining speed. Wyrm, seeing that he was trapped in the web, descided to throw the universes first temper tantrum, and set about to destroy his younger siblings work.

Wacko looked up from his diagram of a woopie cusion to see the mess he'd made and uttered the first recorded word of a triat member. "Oops". This useless sentiment was further compounded by his attempt to cheer everyone up by reciting the universes first fart joke. However, since no triat members knew what he was talking about, he was ignored, and went back to sulk. And this is the state of the world today, Weaver spinning madly, Wyrm corrupting and destroying all it can reach, Wyld spitting out new creations, which are calcified all too quick, and Wacko in the corner pocking his tongue out when the others aren't looking.

Supernaturals

Just like the other triat members, Wacko also has supernaturals that serve it even when they don't know it. Normals also serve it, but hey, they don't count (most of them can't read or write neither).

Kindred

Coming soon

Garou

Now, I can just see all u 'experts' saying "Ragabash, ragabash, ragabash". Well, you can stop it now. As they themselves would tell you, they're Wyld through and through, and would u like to sniff this flower on my lapel? But, to get back on topic, there are easy ways to sort this out.
  • Garou and Gaia Shapeshifters : Wyld
  • Anastasi [well, some] : Weaver
  • Black Spirals [and the fallen]: Wyrm
    • This basically sorts the good, from the wierd. However, there are some more knowlegable (or less fussy) werecreatures that survived the war of tears...
  • Were-Gooney Birds.
    These strange creatures are related, obviously to the gooney birds. The birds, whilst aerobatically supreme, quite frankly suck when it comes to taking off and landing. Whilst we have evidence of their existance, they are quite aloof, and do not associate well with others
  • Some Bastet.
    Some of the newly formed domestic cat breed of the bastet have actually been contacted by Wacko, through injestion of hideous amounts of catnip. The one I met showed remarkable powers of ignoring reality...but unfortunately reality didn't ignore him and he was hit by a bus.
  • Were-Squirrels.
    As proven, squirrels are total nut-cases, and the were equivalents are just as bad. Whilst nearly driven to extinction, these critters have adapted to the modern world extremely well. Their love of technology is surpast only by their love of breaking other's at crucial points. Just ask any programmer.
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    Awakened

    on advice from my lawyer, i've gone to sell my pair of flared pants, so I'll do this bit later

    Wraiths

    None have actually claimed membership, but some have been seen playing chicken with oblivion

    Changelings

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