Death knuckles down to bare bones- dancing on each die rolled.
Extinctual laughter inserts the press of banished graffiti strategically defaced in rock.
Idyls of fame for the cramped, buboes and kudos for the rest assured the country a carrier. Constellations need no haloes when polarities orbit as tribes etched majestic by genocide. Children wrestle these buildings rubbing grasshopping legs together to swarm a locust demolition. All parties, schools, and races are welcome to play in any of our nationally franchised chains of habitrails specifically engineered for your children's recreation. With the dance said me.