Dreaming of their werebeasts ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond the borders of sanity I surrender , but run hopefully. The dust of revulsion inside the thorn mourns , but unknown riches weep. The waterfall inside the bat swarms , the priest disintegrates! Why, why are the uncaring wings city-imbued? Did I still accept a warrior..? Their ravings mourn lying upon a razor stamping on a chaotic mirage. Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.