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Pay as You Go is perfect for those who have trouble with commitment. To become true, one must subscribe to the Monthly plan.

Cult? That's a strong word. We prefer to think of ourselves as a 'community.' A community that embraces the therapeutic benefits of goat-assisted yoga while appreciating the sonic intensity of black metal. Sure, we might have a few unconventional practices (like our monthly 'Goatmoon Salutations' under the full moon), and maybe our instructors have an affinity for corpse paint and chanting in ancient Sumerian. But hey, who doesn't love a bit of theatricality? Rest assured, we're far too focused on achieving inner peace (and perfecting our corpse poses) to engage in any actual cult-like behavior.

Ah, the Compound. A place spoken of only in hushed whispers, its location shrouded in shadow and swirling mists... The lair of The Master. Some say it's an ancient monastery nestled deep within a forgotten forest. Others claim it's an abandoned mine shaft where the screams of tortured souls echo through the tunnels. The truth? Well, that's only revealed to those who have truly surrendered themselves to the bleating heart of Black Metal Goat Yoga. But be warned, seeker: once you've found the Compound, you may never want to leave.

The identity of The Master is lost to those who have not reached level 5.

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