Lord Flame Stryke wrote (in 2008-1-12):
> On the stage stands a black dragon, one known to many, and friend to
> all. He speaks, seemingly in a normal tone of voice, as no echoes
> permeate the air in the bowl, yet all in and around Alfandra can clearly
> hear the proclimation:
>
> "Come, friends. Come and see the results of the competition in March.
> Come see one of your own receive his long-awaited reward."
The proclaimation is is assertingly very-long-awaited. It extended
several percent of my remaining life expectancy (I hatched in 2001 so
about 23 years left).
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Lkuznac Acigt-x :: Not exactly a dragon; not exactly an email address.
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"%" = Unlike you, I not live as a human, and look human to no-one
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