by Knight Errant » Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:38 pm
"I guess it just likes you, Ash... And sorry for throwing you around so much, Maya." He sweatdrops.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...

Click the eggs... feed the dragons.