And so it began, a futile series of endeavors by a lonely man. A repository of musings and war chronicles, a source of inspiration and passion. Within these walls one encounters the personal self-indulgences of the King of This Domain; hark, the bells toll for some silly fun. Verily, enjoy the silliness and check back frequently as Sir Nick learns HTML much more fully over the next indeterminate time period and updates with snarky new features, and perhaps a conversion of the dialect into proper vernacular. Perhaps.
Enter ye, to a place of stories of battles past against the abyss, and its valiant nemesis: the undarkness of the human soul.
Within the walls of the Fungeon lie all sorts of unknown men and machines. Feast, then, upon the unsuffering which ensues!
Stocked within the Armory lies the steel and inspiration necessary to shield oneself from the inequities of life and its vagabonds.
Upon the Walls are tapestries that thee are granted the permission to jank at your leisure. To jank means to steal.
Mail Sir Nick: SirNicolas@rice.edu
Last Update: September 13, 2007 -- TOOT TOOT BEEP BEEP, Let's board the fargegon! Also, Mr. Happy Ketchup scales the Tower of Flower and we snazz up the cautionary tales regarding sweet, sweet, destructive caffeine.