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Quantum Scribe
How like the days of the Great War.
The intrepid time traveler appears, like a dot in the Flander's sky, and begins acrobatics.
Suddenly there is the clatter of machine guns, and the frail craft of canvas and boxwood plummets downward in flame and smoke.(say, who is that dog in goggles flying a doghouse? Is he one of ours? No matter.)
We stand respectfully at graveside as the coffin of the fallen hero is lowered into the earth to join his comrades, OmnipresentElohim, Falzon, and all of the others. But how can we forget his final valiant cry, " You people don't deserve to live! "
But HUSH....I believe the bugler is about to begin Taps...
Taaaaa.......Taaaaa......Taaaaa..............................
The intrepid time traveler appears, like a dot in the Flander's sky, and begins acrobatics.
Suddenly there is the clatter of machine guns, and the frail craft of canvas and boxwood plummets downward in flame and smoke.(say, who is that dog in goggles flying a doghouse? Is he one of ours? No matter.)
We stand respectfully at graveside as the coffin of the fallen hero is lowered into the earth to join his comrades, OmnipresentElohim, Falzon, and all of the others. But how can we forget his final valiant cry, " You people don't deserve to live! "
But HUSH....I believe the bugler is about to begin Taps...
Taaaaa.......Taaaaa......Taaaaa..............................