What cruel fates conspire to tease man with this fool's existence? The solemnity of the grave seems a comfort when faced with the endless torments of a life of gaiety. If only the dead could speak aloud their regrets, that we might continue our sermons long past the crumbling of the mount.
Tis but a season's breadth afore yet 'nother trial befalls the stoic knights of castle hacker. Stay true in your labors, lest mirth's foul hand stir your mind to thoughts impure and sundry! Death's grip closes, and time is short, tary not along the path but stride through and bask in the righteous exultations levied upon the earnest and forthright! Down with the usurper, that lowly succubus whose poisonous impositions distract the holy from their cause!
Tis but a season's breadth afore yet 'nother trial befalls the stoic knights of castle hacker. Stay true in your labors, lest mirth's foul hand stir your mind to thoughts impure and sundry! Death's grip closes, and time is short, tary not along the path but stride through and bask in the righteous exultations levied upon the earnest and forthright! Down with the usurper, that lowly succubus whose poisonous impositions distract the holy from their cause!