We're two guys who meet challenges and then destroyeth them.
Maybe someday, I'll actually write more.
On that day I will write a great and epic lie that will attach us to awesome moments
in history, and, in celebration, shall detail our intimate involvment in world politics.
How we helped the Jewish nation-state become what it is by supressing the less civil Arab tribes,
and how we developed a new rocket engine that surpassed the tortoise named, light, whilst we are at
home inside the rocket ship named Achilles, secured in the 4th-dimension (where time is pliable), and thus
able to take the trip as though nothing had happened.
And how we found the new galaxy Zephalog, and thus greeted the inhabitants Zephalorgs, who had an intimate understanding
of Trig., but hadn't yet made the leap to Calculus, until we arrived and at that very moment a young man named Newtaphorg
ignored the tauntes of Lebinorg and took the limit of the slope and people said, wow.
And we said, That is but known.
And then we danced as though the moon would not rise. For this is absurd on Zephalog as they have two moons, and they renamed
them after us in celebration of our arrival. Moon A was renamed [...] and Moon B was renamed Gregoreth. And I asked them
about their wave patterns, for their oceans were marvelous, and they said something that I digested immediately but will
not bore you with the details. We smiled.
But Earth called with urgency, and so we regained our rocket ship Achilles and returned.
It is here back on Earth in a time distant from our original time, it seems we miscalculated somewhere, that we found
ourselves. A world we found gripping in the pains of globalization and cultural dilution, we were unawares of this
time from our history lessons as pupils in our own age, but we took it upon ourselves to disseminate into the masses
and institute harmony through pre-existing channels. Although we both posses super human powers of intellect and manliness,
we restricted ourselves to the limited appendages and faculties of a 21st century wight.
We are an anachronism.