I went out walking the other day, my head full of dreaded 3D maneuvers I seek to master. The pirouetting flip I could not hold in one spot, and haunted I was by this misery all day and night. I fell on my knees as I was passing by an old oak, praying to the one that has promised me salvation. But none of my payers were ever answered, and this one was unheared as well. I composed myself and decided to press on, my head still full of pirouetting flips. When my mind made it change the direction of the pirouette, I fell over a root and smashed my head on a rock. Then it happened: A shiny silhouette appeared bevore my eyes, carrying what must have been a Futaba radio and a Trex700N. “Your god has no power here”, lifting the sacred artifacts, “heligods.com thou shall seek”, disappearing in a mist of nitro.
And here I am.