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Originally Posted by Djinn_In_Tonic
I'm doing as well as can be expected, my dear sir. And it's wonderful to hear from you...I was, just yesterday, wondering where you had wandered off to, and was hoping I'd come across you soon. You've been missed. 
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To work, to illness, to ruin and to rage
To floods of filth and dark and fire
I fare not yet therefrom, O soulful sage
With my long absence, I beseech, stay thy ire
And gladdens my heart, that say ye so
Though I bleed and I burn
My memory still does flow
And my legacy still does churn
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Originally Posted by Babale
Hey! Thanks, but I think I'd enjoy your comment more if I knew who you were...
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I am a wielder of the feathered sword
Of burning blood and thund'ring skies,
Walking weary ways am I their lord
As the floods rise, these be no lies
Comrades they were of old
And still be such, if I do say so bold
Your chief, he of the bottled wonders
And your lady, she of the searing script
And yon Jallorn, rival in the races of the stars
Verily, the truth they speak, no curse
To reach thee, I'd probably have to be shipped
For where ye be, methinks, strange be the stars
And if more ye seek to know of me
I am a scholar and a soldier true
A honourable man, or such I try to be
But to bed I must, this weariness I much do rue
Oh... and yes, concurred... frames breaking, characters overlapping, stampeding... yes, ye've got the comedy part pegged right darn well... now fer the drama...