Ooh, party. I smell food.
alak, all is well. I admit that I've been a little absent of this thread, as mentioned in last post, but that's all coming to a close, even though only 11 days remain. I've placed up a save which will be filled (undoubtedly) within 3 hours. It should contain a lot of tempermental ranting from poor, confused Kal.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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