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=SRCID:HMMMSOD-Rock.Death!= Greetings Sirius!
I, Everently Pollywhatsists Harrington the Last of His Name, Lord of That One Island Somewhere Over There, have carried on the valiant mission bequeathed to me by my father, and his father before that, and his father before that, who first recieved it from the hallowed crazy space hobo.
Namely, THE DEATH OF ALL ROCKS EVERYWHERE!
We the Harringtons know the true evil of this menance, and shall never rest!
However, the glorious flagship of our effort, the noble and storied Rock Death whom i purchased from a second hand dealer a month ago, has accrued some of this.... Gold Ore everyone is in a craze about.
Apparently it's valuable or something.
Needless to say, there tis not much money to be had in Rock-Killing, so i'm attempting to pawn off this worthless ore.
Simply come down to Dublin and contact Her Majesty's Metal Mining Ship of DOOOOOOM Rock Death for a fantastic deal!
No seriously, I'm up to my ears in this junk. =END TRANSMISSION=
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|