How ironic. I, blasphemous sorcerer, was hiding in a church's chapel. I met a couple of fellows. One was fairly kind, but the other lacked any sort of etiqeite. And he had a peculiar name, but he was kind enough to let me join their group, so I must be grateful.
Where am I? Really, I want to know. And this technology, it's unbelievable. I've never
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