Post by Jeremy on Mar 25, 2009 13:26:00 GMT
Upon the twenty fourth day of the third month of the year of our Lord two thousand and nine, when all was quiet in the Fatherland, a great stirring erupted across the quiet towns and villages of Nova England. Villages were raised, towns raided and even the great cathedral of the Holy Lance was defiled by the vile intrigue which spread from place to place as fast as the wind and with the intensity of fire. When all seemed lost a great hero appeared, towering high above the average men of the Kingdom, and led forth the armies of God to drive out the evil doer. Battle was met and the fertile soils of the fatherland were stained red with the blood of the foe as swords flashed and fire arrows hung in the air as stars before falling to the earth as a deadly rain upon the invader, two long hours after the first sword was drawn the Nova Englishman had vanquished the enemy and all who survived their fury lay frustrate before the might of the fatherland.
Summary: We had some spam, I dealt with it.
Summary: We had some spam, I dealt with it.
