I renounce this false god! I, WindUpBird, am the only true god!
Lo, in my infinite kindness, in Beacon shall a font of the purest World Wide Stout spring from the ground, hewn from rock candy! Behold! I bless Los Angeles with a stripper factory! My prophets are pirates, Luke Crane, and bloggers, and Core Rulebooks are my Holy Scriptures! Gaze upon 4chan, my apocalyptic text! Listen to Mastodon and Nile, my trumpeters and heralds!
I come upon you bearing gifts of great geekly joy and bacchanal to strike down the false god Kurokami! I am a god!
Lo, in my infinite kindness, in Beacon shall a font of the purest World Wide Stout spring from the ground, hewn from rock candy! Behold! I bless Los Angeles with a stripper factory! My prophets are pirates, Luke Crane, and bloggers, and Core Rulebooks are my Holy Scriptures! Gaze upon 4chan, my apocalyptic text! Listen to Mastodon and Nile, my trumpeters and heralds!
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Bah, these pretenders are naught but hoary termites, gnawing senselessly at the spirits of their worshippers. Pray not to false idols, follow not their teachings nor their commands, for they are empty and foolish. Do not partake of their offerings, nor offer yourselves to them that they may partake of you, nor sacrifice your own spirit upon their unholy altar. Follow the One True Overlord of All That is Geek, the Connoisseur of Spirits, the Master of Reality, The Günter. He is the light, the dark, the Earth, the Air, and the Aether. He is God; follow his teachings, and rejoice in them, and send him your money.
Oh mans, I love that song so bad. It is purely because of that song that last time I was in london, I made a point of wandering through soho in the rain, holding a chinese menu, and asking random passersby where I could find a place called Lee Ho Fooks, because, I was telling them, I was looking for a big dish of Beef Chow Mein, and I have indeed run amok in Kent.
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Lo, in my infinite kindness, in Beacon shall a font of the purest World Wide Stout spring from the ground, hewn from rock candy! Behold! I bless Los Angeles with a stripper factory! My prophets are pirates, Luke Crane, and bloggers, and Core Rulebooks are my Holy Scriptures! Gaze upon 4chan, my apocalyptic text! Listen to Mastodon and Nile, my trumpeters and heralds!
I come upon you bearing gifts of great geekly joy and bacchanal to strike down the false god Kurokami! I am a god!
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Splitters!