Kosh
'The' Yaztromo
There I was, stood on the banks of delirium, the trees bending double ‘neath the wait of the storm that raged... suddenly a moment of utter tranquillity befell me, the wind drew breath and the tree's whispered a name, so close to silent I barely made out the words... but as the leaves giggled and jiggled they spoke the words "Del Piero"... At once the storm raged once more... I perceived a tumultuous crack and I saw a shape loom above me, then all became black.
I expect an announcement from the club in due course.
Kosh
I expect an announcement from the club in due course.
Kosh