Author	TrustMeImANinja
Tags	author:trustmeimaninja playable puzzle rated
Created	2007-06-04
Last Modified	2007-06-04
Rating	2 by 5 people.
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Description	Decadence, its a fairly large word. Perhaps one day I can truly understand the definition. "The act or process of falling into an inferior condition or state; deterioration; decay" Perhaps, if only but for a single moment of a single hour of a single day, I will be enlightened and reach a common ground with this word that haunts me so. A smaller word that I do know well is fear. And I fear the thought of decay. What a dreary prospect sitting until the voice that once sang is silent, until the sweet curve that a summer's golden glare casts upon a face, is replaced by a gray ice that untwists the grin into a state of archaic composition. Oh how I pity those that let the mold grow green on the shallow corpses that truly never were. But I have shaken off my bonds, and refused to befriend sloth. I offer to you all, a piece of gold for each year of my life.

Eman On	Objects in mirror, are not as they appear	Pythagoras	Curse you shiny fiends!	Startup	I can't hear you while hes making all that racket in the Atrium

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