Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

An excerpt from the writings of neterlan of Capricon;

And lo, let the springle lay turgid, and the whistleback exsanguinate fortwith. For as the guppleberrries of the oceans of the sun sneeze out our humble benefactor, the resplendant and salubrious Neterlan of Capricorn so too shall we hobble towards our meaty destiny in the center of the Land of Vijay. For is it not written, "Let ye who has not a thumb, swallow a kidney whole, lest ye anger the Sacred Five Bacterial Magical Girls: Staphylococcus, Streptococcus, Escherichia, Clostridium and Borrelia"

Kerfuffle, I say! Heed my warnings ye who lack faith and spinal fluids, thine migranes shall be the end of you. The Werewolf Loli Empire of Jupiter's Moon of Titan watches us still. It is through our unending vigil that those who would make us kine become kine in turn for the glory of astronomica astronomicus. Should it be a cardinal sin, if we the Adamah choose to love our lawn? Has society degraded to the point that a man cannot express that most base of emotions to the Fiddler's Green? Weep. Weep, juvenile ones. For this injustice should jostle the bowels, magitate the joints, let slip the dogs of war, humil the unhumil and exasperate the bacteriophile within us all.