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One might wonder at the banter of verbiage that manages it's way through this humble abode of darkness. Betwixt the flash of the light, the sounds of the gouges and blunders of the nay Sayer's, what proclaim themselves champions in our simple shambles of moments forever inbeded into our eye sockets. And strive forth with a diligence only expected from the fool hardest. And in the end we humbly set forth to bow, as once again the mystical powers of the siren has resurrected themselves. Last, nearly speechless to combat it we forfiet and say: "Oh holy lord of the underdesk. What loathsome task has thou placed at my feet? What retched stench does thou expect me to en dour? What gruesome obstacle lay before me?"

Man I need a beer

Game on :)