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Rise & Demise of the Accelerater

ow, the seer hath no more vim & muster about him, having had it all presst out by repudiashon.  And he said, Witouts my vim, there is left unto me but this to see:  I

must shed the industry, for the road holdeth but few, and it no longer holdeth me.  I must be some other thing.

            And he made fire of his parafernalia.  And the smoke of his blazing ambishins went all up in the tempil, which hath no door against it.  And lo, the smoke within did trip an avolantch of rats which envelopt the screeching priestesses who came aspilling out into the light; for no scheme of orderlie evacuasien were in place.  Yet by the enjoyment of gods, terrer more than crushbone was the rate in the hub & bub.

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            And the seer shed his garments and became a gladiater.  And his gladiatoriol moniker which he assum-ed was this, The Accelerater.

            But now, The Accelerater hath failt to facter the exeeding zeal of the lot who assembol for bloodsport, with their whizzing clips of agate and their sawteeth threwn things.  And behold, upon his maiden stride into the arena—he feeling, No call for any helm during introdadicals—spadda-badda-ba-boppoposh!— he were killt by the crowd with objex torrential flung.

            And this, all did see for them selfs.