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From DRAMAWIKI

In the earliest years of our lard's evergommening barth there lived a frae and smithing blanderer in the town of Pleets (south of Weets, westmadewest of Downs). His misterie was a tined and plying one, and over eras there was wont of being a hefted plane unto the middle shaz and he was much remandered of it. Donnering blasties from coming over ten flandering tallyhoots away arrived to glain and glidder at the safting fart, but thickness was a blasting sort of grout for him and never could it blackify those felping filgerers nor could he himself unplith the sheen.

So it was that on a brickly beaming day under the full praspitution of his near and nearest yarlies, he set awayward and fell from the sightliness of that blithful age. And only recently has the witten sag shawn his bleared and blitty fats again, as reseen and ditheringly accounted by certain sparse palderers of yayful plinth and maction. The awelong aeons of his assent still yet in enema, we can only surspect and risticate what grand gossitudes his sullying blather will yet aweald unto this bissying fald.

-drawfag