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Hey. I'm Majerle. I am a terrible typist; it is taking me forever to write this. I mean, seriously. My fingers look and feel like hungry ravenous chickens eating their Sunday breakfast. They have been devoid of any type of sustenance for many fortnights until a friendly and magical badger came along to help the chickens with their terrible dilemma. Upon seeing the flightless birds that the badger so longed to help, he tried at once to inform them of his agenda. But, the chickens, nearly starving and slowly creeping upon death's door due to dehydration, at once began to peck at the badger's light-blind eyes. The badger screamed in agony, the now almost mindless birds tearing the flesh from his bones and mercilessly eating him alive. I'm not quite sure where I was going with this, but have a nice day. :D
