The Sons of Bally, the Sons of Williams, the Sons of Gottlieb and the sons of the Lesser Clans did come together and venture forth into the wastelands called The Route.

And there did they play, difficult though it was, as they were beset with accumulated neglect and un-accumulated code. Wandered here, did they, seeking sustenance and solace where it could be found.

And it came to pass as these long days led into months which begat years, the Sons of Stern divided themselves from the rest and made their own way through the desert, and a number followed among them.

And bearing witness to the Deeds of the Sons of Stern the Sons of Jack and the Sons of Spooky also struck out across the desert in their own fashion, and a number followed along with each, until all had ventured forth.

Until it came to pass that all the Sons of all the Clans had traversed the great desert Route, where each and every divergent path did coincide upon the foot of Mount Nib.

Here was raised a great celebration because all the Clans had gleaming, shimmering sacrifices to offer. So all the Clans built their finest offerings of metals and woods so that they would be favored most.

And one was chosen to ascend the mount, so that his voice would be heard above all others in beseeching blessings upon the toiling of the clans.

A period of time passed.

The chosen one did not return. In his absence, things became...strange. Things changed. Clans turned upon clans, brother upon brother. Then, in the midst of the strife and turmoil, riding a lightning bolt, the chosen one returned. Thin, weak and pale, smelling of burnt Bush, but clinging to two stone tablets, each deeply inscribed with 5 imperatives.

These imperatives became known as THE PIN COMMANDMENTS:

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So let's hear them. What are your pinball Thou Shalts and Shalt Nots? Is there 10 we all can agree on? 5? Only have one? Post it. It's all intended as light hearted fun. I hope it isn't too blasphemous.