3rd March 2005, 3:40 PM
*Darunia watches with amusement from his secure ultra-secret command center, on monitors as GR's feverish insane ramblings about puppets and fake Gorons go on. Little does he know, that his distorted sense of reality is no more real than that of the Matrix... he is living a lie. In the actual, physical world, he's never moved from tha metal chair, in that dark laboratory room. Darunia, meanwhile, smokes merrily on a large cigar, and sips of fine cognac.*
H.R.M. DARVNIVS MAXIMVS EX TENEBRIS EXIT REX DEVSQVE GORONORVMQVE TENDORVM ROMANORVM ET GRÆCORVM OMNIS SEMPER EST