As my grandma would say this place is going to Pandemonium in a Pooka Basket.
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Even in the most chaotic of times, peace can be found.
Peace?
Isn't that the priods in history , historians can't say one single coherrent word about?
If you'll excuse me for a bit. Notice the subtle differences.
"We will have peace. Yes, we will have piece, when you and all your works have perished - and the works of your dark master to whom you would deliver us. You are a liar, Morrus, and a corrupter of gamers hearts. You hold out your hand to me, and I perceive only a finger of the claw of WotC. Cruel and cold! Even if your war on me was just - as it was not, for were you ten times as wise you would have no right to rule me and mine for your own profit as you desired - even so, what will you say of your torches in Nothingland and the gamers that scattered from there? And they hewed the remains of Nothingland before the eyes of all its members. When you hang from a gibbet at your window for the sport of your own ENtards, I will have peace with you and ENWorld."
With all appologies to Mr. Tolkien.