The Order of the League
TreacheRiffs Logo Tee
The party was winding down. I was holding a red cup that I was only about 45% certain had originally been mine, and I was wandering the house, looking for a conversation that I might be able to hijack to my own ends. Rounding a corner and entering the living room, I came across a thirty-something man perusing a shelf of DVD's and Blu-ray Discs, a superior expression of knowing judgement on his pale, bearded face.
My eyes were quickly drawn to the 100% cotton T-shirt he was wearing, adorned as it was by a large, yellow, triangular logo on the chest. Although I was unsure as to what I was beholding, the logo was certainly bold and had my attention. It featured a man, in stark black silhouette against the yellow, dying. A jagged bolt of lighting jabbed angrily at his throat. Below was the word, or perhaps words, "treacheriffs" in all caps. I didn't know what "treche" meant, or how it was pronounced, but at least "riffs" was a word, albeit one without a clear definition in this context.
My confusion must have been apparent. The logo shifted as the man drew in a breath, preparing to deliver an explanation that his weary expression told me he'd grown tired of giving.
"It's like 'treacherous', but 'TreacheRiffs'." He said, half sighing. He nodded as if to say "yeah, I know it's confusing."
"Oh, OK," I said. He turned his attention back to the shelf. "What is TreacheRiffs?"
He quickly shifted his attention back to me, mouth slightly open in surprise.
He had never gotten this far before.