Looking Sharp

WNPs love their knick knacks, especially the ones that alarm onlookers. Of the many doodads that adorn a WVPs altar, we will start with the double-edged relationship WVPs have with their ritual blades known as an Athame (Ah-tham-mays).

The WNPs who thrive within structure will insist to no end that PROPER athames must have a black handle and can only be owned when given by other WNP that they respect. To suggest otherwise is simply heresy and is never to be questionned because Uncle Bucky and Gerry the Gardner will surely rise from their graves and smite thee.

Other freeform WNPs prefer the energetic stylings that only the Klingon empire can provide. The main design concept behind these blades seems to be to either scare the bejesus out of their parents or to so distract their opponents that they can easily club them over the head with their Book of Shadows (see future blog post). The pommel barely has room for a hand to grip it comfortably without being gored (perhaps to ensure that they can never let go) and the blade itself is often so twisted, people will be left to wonder if its owner left the athame sitting out in the sun too long.

Secretly, such WNPs hope that they can find the secret button in this athame that will cause 16 extra blades to pop out of the hilt with a satisfying SHING. Kapla, my Klingon brothers! It is a good day to die!

And even if you find a WNP who doesn't care for such ornate artifacts, the plainness of his/her athame will be inversely proportional to the story that goes with it. "No no," the WNP will beam. "The handle is made from a rare african nut tree, hand carved by a lost tribe of monks, and transported to American by highly envolved sea turtles. They even have their own website!"