Valley of the Carcai 25304 B.C. The Year of Our Master. He arose to crush the fleeing infidels. With a mighty swoop the Living Were not. He played with children In a beautiful way. Fatherly in all ways. Master, show me your passions. Express the needs of the shaded few. They were flogged to the valley for 64 Decades. And then, Then the great slaughter took place. He slaughtered for us. We are his spew-springs. Lovely little people are we. Helping each other every day. Bastards.