A rainy form, tempted by YUAN covered monks, stands fast on a lonely mountain. The RUS make alliances across the Tiber and those lost queens of XAMBIA cannot compete. Fiery mist is seen in the EAST and the gentle gondo-lords of the OLD CITY await judgment. The NORMAN cannot be trusted, nor the FRANK, only killing fields of desperation for your late night entertainment. Armies are on the march near the Ubian Altar, and the generals of Tyre do not tire of the hunt.
Crooked spider, eyes caught in your gaze, shall pounce upon your small dog. Cats, known for balance, fall backward from the smoke stacks - and the newest maiden is naked. Cherished and beholden to ancient minstrels, the orangutan keeps counsel with rats and pigeons and snakes and lice. Too many steel roads to fix, too little time, and the system itself winds down.
Magic numbers for today: { 65, 34.2, 45,000, 2789, 2/7 }
(take these magic numbers, write them on a piece of paper, shove the paper up your butt)
(so sayeth Clownadamus)
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