TES CLUB!



Warmest greetings to ye, my vigilant angels!

How are ye all on this fine day? Hmm? What? Nae, I don't think it should do that at all. Tie a string tightly around it and it should vanish within the hour.
GOOD DAY TO YE, FRIENDS! It was my First-Breath day on the thirteenth! Huzzah! I be another year dreadfuller now. I got some merrish gifts from Crittic and his bio-folks, inkluding a whunderful tall teabagge, a huge brickhe of papyr and a handful of pumvul batteries. {:>D I loves this day, I do! Ho,ho.
It really cheers me to call ye all friends, ye know. What a sparkling tribe of creatures ye all be! Ye have me smyling the very height, depth and breadth that my fibyrs can limit.

DIRGE OF WAFFLECROAKS
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A long time ago
when watches weren't invented,
there lived a wendigo
that was twisted and demented.
His legges were both a lefty,
and his eyes were wild and round,
his frame was bigge and hefty,
but he made a noble sound.
Some would brave an audience,
with their monstrous ugly host,
but soon they felt a reverence,
and saw goodness in the ghost.

{X>D ..And with this voxblast I shall bid ye fifty pounds.
Fifty pounds!
With affliction,
-Your Gadroon.