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The Cult of Elvis

"The Cult is not an organization to mess with. Get on their good side, you might get a nice pompadour haircut and a rhinestone spacesuit. Get on their bad side, you better get used to a bust of the King stickin out of yer ass..."
--Spacegirl

Founded two hundred years ago, the Cult believes that Elvis was the last prophet of Earth. They are a quite strange breed, and in recent years, many have been drawn to New Graceland, a small Terran planet in the Celus cluster, home to the cult.

To get religion in the Cult of Elvis means to wear lotsa pomade and their standard regalia. For traveling, a cultist might wear the leather suit, ala the 68 comeback show. For rituals, nothing other than a periwinkle, rhinestone studded jumpsuit will do. Cultists follow four strictures:

1. Bring the loving word of Elvis to all 'duds' (heathens).
2. If the duds don't like the word of the King, beat them in submission.
3. If the duds have big guns, see if you can sell them a velvet bound book of scriptures.
4. Eat lots of Pork. Bacon, preferably.

The agenda of the Cult is shrouded in mystery, but rumors whisper of an attempt to clone the King and Ann Margaret.