Post by Voice on Dec 11, 2009 22:04:44 GMT -5
As your eyes fall upon the blank last page, the familiar red text takes the stage.
Be weary not, this merry lot is open to all those who carry this very spot. This page is
empty, yet so hefty; let me explain why it should not be lefty. For when a student finds a
shard, a partial incomplete card, the piece shall find its way here for which all are able to
hear. For simply put this is your guide, unlike the others which simply lied. This is the
game, but you must find the rules, for if I were to tell you all, you would be fools. You
must learn, on your own, but this is home to all who roam. But let me give you this, a gift of a fiddle, a few morals, you would do to floral.
As the page goes back to being blank, a few secrets of what you have joined, present itself to you, and fade as you are done.
Be weary not, this merry lot is open to all those who carry this very spot. This page is
empty, yet so hefty; let me explain why it should not be lefty. For when a student finds a
shard, a partial incomplete card, the piece shall find its way here for which all are able to
hear. For simply put this is your guide, unlike the others which simply lied. This is the
game, but you must find the rules, for if I were to tell you all, you would be fools. You
must learn, on your own, but this is home to all who roam. But let me give you this, a gift of a fiddle, a few morals, you would do to floral.
As the page goes back to being blank, a few secrets of what you have joined, present itself to you, and fade as you are done.