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#11 |
Spectre of Decay
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Actually this is easier than it looks.
1: I post 'I have absolutely no idea whence came those words...erm...eth'. 2: Someone who's been around for a while, probably that reprobate Underhill, posts 'Wait a minute: didn't you read that poem over Tolkien's grave last February, resulting in the invention of the Travest-o-Meter ©®?' 4: I skip point number three to avoid accidentally typing in a pound sign. 5: Wylkynsion mumbles 'you berk,' but only Etceteron hears him, so it's a wasted comment. 6: The Travest-o-Meter ©® detects the presence of a talking black sword made by Eöl in an RPG, factors in its terrible South London accent, and explodes. 7: Another major city bites the dust. So endeth the lesson. ![]()
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Man kenuva métim' andúne? |
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