It was a dark and stormy night.
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It is a dark and stormy night. The man hunched over over the scroll, busy writing, is grateful for the flashes of lightning that supplement the feeble light given out by the candle. In truth, there seems to be faint glow emanating from just above the crown of his head.
He sighs and raises his head to look out into the night. Saint Feldoni is concerned, deeply so. It has befallen him to undertake a sacred duty and lead a pilgrimage to the annual PHUN in the land of SUN.
It is not a task he relishes, or takes lightly for these are not ordinary pilgrims. They have been battled hardened in the Forums. All semblance of humanity has been stripped away from this motley crew. They would as soon kick you square in the Frankies as they would look at you. Compassion, save it for kids and grandmothers. This play ground is not for the meek.
Saint Feldoni looks tired and seems a bit forlorn. He must somehow lead these heathens out of the Forums, where bloodshed is as common as MS68 State Quarters, and across the Bay of EEEE and thru the stormy maelstroms of the En Gee Sea.
Somehow he must disarm them before they can enter the gates of PHUN. Not an easy task, Russ of the Northwest Mounted Police is said to be able to fling a non accented hair Kennedy at supersonic speeds.
Dork Karl can spew out raw coins faster than a Vulcan cannon.
LucyBops deadly kicks to the Frankies are feared throughout the land.
The list seems endless and Saint Feldoni buries his head in his hands and sighs again.
The Darksiders will, of course, try to lead many astray before they can reach the safety of the mighty plastic gates that protect the land of PHUN. There are rumors of bands of Naysayers roaming across the land and sea looting and burning everything in their paths. Garishly dressed tribes of Eh Tees with their wildly colored tattoos might attack. The dangers are many and manifest. Almost more than a man can bear.
Saint Feldoni looks once more out into the night. A small grin briefly appears on his face as if he knows something others don't. Then his nose wrinkles, it was only gas.
He sighs and raises his head to look out into the night. Saint Feldoni is concerned, deeply so. It has befallen him to undertake a sacred duty and lead a pilgrimage to the annual PHUN in the land of SUN.
It is not a task he relishes, or takes lightly for these are not ordinary pilgrims. They have been battled hardened in the Forums. All semblance of humanity has been stripped away from this motley crew. They would as soon kick you square in the Frankies as they would look at you. Compassion, save it for kids and grandmothers. This play ground is not for the meek.
Saint Feldoni looks tired and seems a bit forlorn. He must somehow lead these heathens out of the Forums, where bloodshed is as common as MS68 State Quarters, and across the Bay of EEEE and thru the stormy maelstroms of the En Gee Sea.
Somehow he must disarm them before they can enter the gates of PHUN. Not an easy task, Russ of the Northwest Mounted Police is said to be able to fling a non accented hair Kennedy at supersonic speeds.
Dork Karl can spew out raw coins faster than a Vulcan cannon.
LucyBops deadly kicks to the Frankies are feared throughout the land.
The list seems endless and Saint Feldoni buries his head in his hands and sighs again.
The Darksiders will, of course, try to lead many astray before they can reach the safety of the mighty plastic gates that protect the land of PHUN. There are rumors of bands of Naysayers roaming across the land and sea looting and burning everything in their paths. Garishly dressed tribes of Eh Tees with their wildly colored tattoos might attack. The dangers are many and manifest. Almost more than a man can bear.
Saint Feldoni looks once more out into the night. A small grin briefly appears on his face as if he knows something others don't. Then his nose wrinkles, it was only gas.
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