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Epicness

Epicness. It is a quality which surpasses all others, a principle which cannot be distorted, a god to which all men must bow down. Look at these green-speckled lands, the dew glistening like diamonds and the sun's golden rays trailing glory from the Summit of The Skies. Vast and sweeping are its landscapes; grand are its heroes and dastardly its villains. Its swords glimmer as they dance through the air and the blood of men and gods runs red, a deep and lustrous hue. Shed no tears for those who have fallen, young vixen! Another day will come; we must remember that the sun will rise again! Look upon these lands and tremble, cowards and creatures of the darkness, you swollen pustules on the face of the dawn. These lands are not yours to conquer, for they belong to the mighty men of valor who would die in its name! Even if they perish, and perish many shall, their memory will never be forgotten. Many more will rise in their stead. They shall ride out with fury to cut you down like the beasts you are, and they shall cry out the name of epicness as your blood mixes with dust and you return, dead, to the earth.