How to Prepare for your Hoax
Starlord, you said,
Truer words never spoken. In one punch you have drawn upon Roman imagery, explained my addiction to this forum, made me grateful for being here with you round the campfire, and given me an interesting cultural theory to chew upon. You are an economical poet, Sir.
/August throws another log on the fire. Sparks float up.
Starlord, you said,
Though the task is odious, we have entrenched our bulwarks, lit the eternal campfire to warm ourselves as salvo after salvo of daftness assails us. Who knew that such as we, would be the last bastion of sanity.
Truer words never spoken. In one punch you have drawn upon Roman imagery, explained my addiction to this forum, made me grateful for being here with you round the campfire, and given me an interesting cultural theory to chew upon. You are an economical poet, Sir.
/August throws another log on the fire. Sparks float up.