Farre, farre frome de kingdome ov de anshient lards ouwa pilgrim fourfaythers sailed in mightie vessels of beansparn an cain to a lande beautiful to beholde. Hits, faeld wit virgin forests, wits wurly wizards un ithsum witches of greate power who controlled peoples' hurts through compu-screams It was a wanderfool land, but violent too. The streets wits full of dowdy creatures broken bottles, and paper incantations and each night they became a zoo. In this land warlocks drove chariots of gold yet thits wits countless poor ones who lived in gutters and septic holes. For centuries this land was in the power of dark beasts ruled by a hypocrite's flag which promised liberty.

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