[b]Solonoid 3:16[/b] [quote]The Emperor stood alone in the field, his brow furrowed with worry. The sky was darkened with the shadows of the Banned, swirling and twisting amongst themselves. The Legion was growing. The Emperor began to walk through the field at a steady pace, his hand always on his potato. Nobody could ever determine whether it was a piece of Cheese disguised as a potato, or whether it was just a potato covered in Cheese. Eventually he stopped in front of a lone scarecrow. It lifted it's straw head and eyed him with contempt. "Do you seek the scent?" It spoke with an ageless voice that echoed out through the field; impossibly loud yet so silent. "I do. The Legion of The Banned has made its offering. It was only recently that Elegiac himself, Lord of Lurulu became a Banned spirit." "Then embrace the scent and breathe deep. The fart is love. The fart is [i]life[/i]."[/quote]