Today the Almighty Admin has now ordained me his Official Trae.
I don't know why i'm writing but i am and because i can.
I must first check with the Almighty Admin to see if this is ok.
Paix dehors
(Peace out)
Last night I dreamt that I was checking my mail, and a letter addressed to me mentioned that I was eligible for a Tasty Death. Being quite the surprised fellow, I discarded the letter and continued with my life. The next day, however, out of the mail slot issued five more letters asking me to claim my Tasty Death. I was bordering paranoia, when the phone rang. It was none other than a telemarketer, informing me that I was the fortunate winner of a most Tasty Death. Slamming the phone, I made my way to bed.