Long ago a boy pointed-eared, blond-haired, and wearing green clothes set out on an adventure, but to begin the adventure he must first find allies, so he found an old man whom told him "I can heed you on your journey for allies." so this boy eager to set-forth- (1/2)
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listened to the man. The man told him to find allies he must connect to the internet, and wait for them to arive. So this boy did as he told, but after connecting allies did not seem to arive even after waiting, like the old man said, but- (ran out of room again, so 2/3 I guess)
this boy still had trust in this man, so he waited longer, longer, and longer, untill minutes became hours, and hours became days. The boy growing tired of waiting disconnected from the internet, saved the game, and took it out, putting it on his self to never be touched again.
Is Shakespeare really dead?
