We, the space Peons, bow in thy greatness, o Jarl the Silver-tongued. Let Your Word be our judgement, for thy is pure and just.
And before Almighty [Admin] we will respect and praise your name, Yee, for grace will come to us, forgive us our trolling and outrageous flattering and keep our post virtuous
Amen.
No wind is favourable for those ships who dont know their final destination