The Great Double Flip

*A clear path, a pure heart, a third choice...*

## The Three-Pronged Path

In the Fourth Age, there existed an easy peace among the Voters.

## The Tale Of Two-Timed Fate

Written by Dipity the Vigilant, this poem captures...

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> 'Twas in the Land of Discordia where the backread’s long and grey—
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> Believers peddled ‘pinions, poll caught in constant sway.
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> For truth or lie or sneakery, two hundred voices on the winds
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> At once called for their chosen choice, and no side would give.
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> The fight raged ever onwards, ‘till one clear victor lay:
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> The champions of Lying had won their blessed day.
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> But Hark! The gods’ dear prophetess, by name of Dani’s Mom
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> Did give her voice when called upon, in aid to underdogs.
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> Her plea did shake the rankings, and while sneaking stayed below
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> The army of the Truthers rose up to strike their blow.
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> Under watchful eye of Guardians, Truth stood and made their case.
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> With slideshows, bribes, and logic, they took hard-fought first place.
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> With only one day lingering before the polls would close
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> It seemed without a doubt that this was where the voting froze.
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> No more the near-miss tying flips, no more logic to be heard—
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> Their fate was grim accepted by those marked Gallowsbird.
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> The final day did dawn in peace, with end finally in sight
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> When Harlan came and tore the veil: “Dani’s mom is always right.”
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> Lo, the panic! Lo, the scrambling! Our GM’s voice did sound!
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> He spoke in counter to our lead, of an unequalled turnaround.
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> Sneak lay entombed, forgotten, only fourteen percent to name
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> But when our leader blew the war-horns, the voting armies came.
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> Brave soldiers, tired and broken, from a long week spent at blows
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> Rallied at once together, arm in arm with former foes.
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> The prophetesses’ daughter, rose up as final guide
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> With Soothsayer, Night-watch, Aebriel, and dozens more beside.
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> By inches and by single votes, percentages did creep
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> From fourteen then to fifteen, and not one soul could keep
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> Their eyes pried from the numbers, in flux in constant sway
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> With only hours remaining till the ending of the day.
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> The voting seemed to settle, at count of thirty-three
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> A single vote could make or break, so close was the degree.
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> So cross-stitch, art, and memery! The wall of cat pics grew!
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> Till finally, in darkest hour, sneaking did pull through.
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> At final count, the armies lay with count of thirty-six
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> By barest of percentages, the vote had two-times flipped.
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> This is our tale, our epic feat, the double-flip of lore—
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> This victory shall always be held in the tomes of yore.
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> From Lies to Truth and then to Sneak, a tale for history
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> And Dani’s Mom—O! Dani’s Mom—we owe it all to thee.
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> 'Twas in the Land of Discord, we heard the cry ascend,
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> The Horns of Paula calling, and shall heed them till the end.
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## The St. Cytosine’s Day Speech

Little is known about Saint Cytosine, one of the older figures in Discordia. Appearing rarely in P'llcht, they typically raise their voice on behalf of the old banner standard: No Ties. When Shakespeare wrote this speech and named it after St. Cytosine, however, he captured another facet of Saint Cytosine’s character: their eloquence. In Shakespeare's version of events, this speech was recited in the early afternoon of Sunday the 30th, pronounced so that all Patrons could hear, and be united behind its call:

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> This day is called the Double Flip
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> They that vote this day, and vote with pride,
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> Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
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> And rouse them at the name of Sneaking.
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> They that shall live this day, and see old age,
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> Will yearly on the vigil feast their neighbours,
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> And say ‘To-morrow is Double Flip Day:’
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> And the name of Dani's mom shall be enshrined
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> As prophet and as guide to light the way,
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> We few, we happy few, we band of comrades;
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> For they to-day that cast their vote
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> Shall stand in honor and let the wiki bear their names
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> With walls of pet pics, for bribery posted there,
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> And the gallant crew who kept watch upon the night
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> To guard us from the horrors of a tie,
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> So shall the legend long resound
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> Of flips from lie to truth to sneak,
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> Of fortitude, of courage, of shitposting,
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> That won the battle of the Double Flip.
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## Dani's Mom (Folk Song)

“Dani’s Mom” utilizes a tune written in the 5th century, one of the most enduring melodies in history. While other cults have tried to emulate the success of this song, there has been none more successful than Che Má, possibly because she is herself a mother. Below is the stanza historians generally agree to be referring to The Great Double Flip, but there are infinite variations of stanzas, dependent on time, place, and audience.

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> *Words by Dipity the Vigilant*
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> *Music by Adam Schlesinger & Chris Collingwood*
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> Dani’s mom
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> Has never been wrong
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> She’s all we need
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> Her intuition’s so strong
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> Dani go and ask
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> So she’ll tell us how to act
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> We can vote without a qualm
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> When we vote with Dani’s mom
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