Every year, men and women from around the globe join together in hopes of creating legendary men that, granted by Crom, will be brought into the world on this fateful day, June the seventeenth. Those chosen to be born on this day shall ask themselves, "What do you see?" and if the reply that comes from within is, "Um...infinity," so, honor and fear will be heaped upon their names.
So, let us salute these kings:
TimSE, budda's little brother, and—it was no accident, nor it is mere chance that I am the teller of this tale—ME!![Scream :scream: :scream:](/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/scream.gif)
"For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm."
Happy birthday, broAAUUUGGGHHHHHEEEEUUUUUUUGGHHGGHAHAAHHGUUUGHs!![Headbang :hbang: :hbang:](http://www.sevenstring.org/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/hbang2.gif)
So, let us salute these kings:
TimSE, budda's little brother, and—it was no accident, nor it is mere chance that I am the teller of this tale—ME!
![Scream :scream: :scream:](/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/scream.gif)
"For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm."
![conanthelatenightbarbar.jpg](http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/7758/conanthelatenightbarbar.jpg)
Happy birthday, broAAUUUGGGHHHHHEEEEUUUUUUUGGHHGGHAHAAHHGUUUGHs!
![Headbang :hbang: :hbang:](http://www.sevenstring.org/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/hbang2.gif)