Gird your loins, polish your monomolecular swords and your iridium pistols, and go hence and do battle in the name of camaraderie and creativity, you goons.
My request is in but I am likely to be flayed and flensed since I made it somewhat system-specific.
You, too may request your thing before the Great Deadline looms and smashes us all into iron-tailspike and rummy egg-nog smithereens.
Bless You, Santicore, Bless You.
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