Hi. My name is Saraphim, and I am a Downsaholic. They say that admitting is the first step to quitting, but I also suffer from a disorder Silmariliapox.
But I am afraid that I cannot be cured, for I am so drawn into the dark pits of the Barrows that there may be no return to a normal life. Whenever I feel the inclination to leave the accursed, yet loved, Downs, I hear the whispers of the Wights at my back:
~"Cold be keyboard and monitor and mouse,
Cold be your skin when you reside in your house,
But nevermore shall you rise from stony bed,
Without logging on and checking the Dead."~
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I drink Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters!
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Always remember: pillage BEFORE you burn.
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