here then when the typing masses went all first to last on ink and quill did the internet age end. such was a time for the emerald spirit to arise. quivering were the violins at this announcement, for announcement and proclamation abounded in the prelude. –––––––--–- - - -–––––-–– – - –––– – The First Adventure: Ceiling the Escape noon. always noon the bastard calls and always onto never and ever and ever with his "prattling" everyone dotes on or over however doting is done. but still: the emerald spirit. from up the transit of despair appears the Emerald Spirit. Villains shook . Restitution was made. The afternoon averted. And on with The Night! –––––––--–- - - -–––––-–– – - –––– – the return of the prodigal spirit revived the cities' night life. for Emerald makes the rounds. and so afternoons abandoned making way for more night. if only for a while. the new night dominance was not what The Emerald had foreseen. Something was amiss. The revelry went on into exhaustion. {Note,, however, there was not a general moral decline reported.} The People were tired. So the emeraldspirit withdrew from their presence. to ponder . the next adventure will prove more a focused mission. |
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