ORIGINAL: Zap
Orm you trudged into the deep dark musty dungeons to drag this one out! The stench must have been horrific.
Indeed. The smell was nauseating. The darkness was so compact that my lantern was barely enough to see all the horrible critters crawling all over the mouldy floors and walls. One could see monsters lurking just around the corners, retreating when the light reached them. Deeper, and deeper I went. The dungeon turned into a cavern so old that the walls remembered ancient evils being summoned onto the world.
But my cause was just, so no evil could harm me. The quest so important that no horror could turn me back. And suddenly, I was in a room so bright, that no evil dare to enter. An ancient temple dedicated to the Matrix Oracle, the most holy of all Oracles. And it said to me "
Go forth into the world, and post in this thread that I give to you, that there is a new Master Poster on the forum, and his name is warspite1.". I was stunned by the force in the Oracles voice, and by the importance of the message, so I lay on to floor close to unconsciousness. For how long I do not know.
So, after I recovered, I summoned my strength and crawled my way back to the surface. Several times I felt my strength disappear and I lay beaten on the floor, but then I renewed my strength because of the importance of my mission. The forum must know, nay, the world must know. This vital information must not be lost to the world. So, finally, I reached back into the sunlight, and I was able to post in this thread again.
And the world will never be the same.
Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb -- they're often students, for heaven's sake. - Terry Pratchett
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