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Josephüs: *suddenly clings to stitchy for no apparent reason, looking around shiftily* You didn't hear this from me... We're being watched, comrade... Stitchy DSG: Seriously? Is it the Americans? Spying on our Cosmonauts again, friend? Josephüs: Yes... *he slowly looks around* They're hiding in... *suddenly points to a leather armchair in a corner* THE COMFY CHAIR!!! *…awkward silence then insued for several minutes… until* Stitchy DSG: You have got to be kidding me comrade, That is the Premier's favorite chair… Josephüs: I know... *he stares at teh comfy chair* *both were too afraid to go near it* THE END

The universe, young some say, but I say nay… Ancient is this world, our home in the vast darkness… We witness many things from this tiny spec, looking deep into the past of light… We witness the slow changing of our mother Gaia, shifting, changing… Rising, and falling… All of it, slow, so very slow… As is the changing of life… the death of planets, collapsing of stars… And yet, it was all started with something destructive, and almost instant… The singularity, danced, jiggled, and shuddered… then burst… The beginning of such beauty  on our world… and the many, many lights in

The warped ones… By; Rapthorius J. C. Buchanan The odd creature yawns quietly as he stood in the shadow of a tall tower of the castle, features skewed in darkness, but too all in the guards his horror was seen all to well. He just, stands there, thinking, starting to roll a small explosives around in large paws like an overly obsessive raccoon, unable to resist the metallic shine of his own creation… be it out of udder boredom or sheer genius he has no idea what to do with, he grunted quietly, the thoughts to himself ceased as he tossed the small grenade away, a few small clinks on metal as it bounces down along the old iron roof