Day of Reckoning the Two Hundred and Seventieth
Hey, can we talk a little bit about politics for a minute? Oh no, not national politics. Shirt politics! We got a bunch of shirts that are battling over on The Reckoning page for the office of "Shirts that we sell." It's a pretty big office so we can elect 20 at a time. Here's who's currently polling well:
A lot of people ask us, "How does The Reckoning work?" Well, The Reckoning is a lot like a bowl of minestrone soup. You've got a bunch of ingredients in there, and some of them are better than others. And, just like when you separate the ingredients in your bowl of minestrone soup into ranked tiers of deliciousness, The Reckoning seperates SHIRTS based on how popular they are. Makes perfect sense, right? OK, fine, it's a terrible analogy. Here are the current leaders:
We've all seen the new Judge Dredd movie, right? Good! So, you know how at the end of the movie, there's that scene? The one where the credits roll and the lights come up in the theater and everyone leaves because it's over? Well, for a few our shirts, that scene is happening right now. You've got until midnight to snag these guys; then we're shutting them down:
You know what they say about the second to last week of September, right? No, seriously. We're asking. What are people saying out there in the real world? Are they talking about which shirts are going to be reckoned? Actually, how about that: let's do a trade. We'll tell you which shirts are sitting pretty and which might be on their way out, and you tell us what the kids are into these days. Here, we'll go first. Your top 20:
You spend your whole youth dreaming of adulthood. Then one day you wake up and it smacks you in the face. Bills, responsibilities, a stupid job, and just enough time on the weekend to dream of how it all went wrong. So it is for the Reckoning. Shirts just want a shot at the title, but too often they wind up in the Danger Zone wondering where it all went wrong.
Reckonings are a lot like fire. See, at first glance you might think fire's a destructive thing. It burns all it touches, reducing a beautiful forest to cinder. But without that fire, new growth would never have its chance to rise from the ashes into the freshly-unobstructed sunlight and grow. So it is with t-shirts. Sort of. Today's your last chance for: