It's been great being apart of such a fine site, and communicating with a grand group of people from across the globe, I've learned from all of you. Alas, for various reasons the Captain needs to take his last voyage, into a twilight sea, reflecting a long, rippling silver line form a fat gibbous moon. Take care of yourselves, spread love and understanding, debate without hate. Thanks all for your wisdom and insight.
Kyhtras: Finish your vegitables, or no ice cream!
Dorian: Remember to hit them when they aren't looking.
Fish/Ummon/Seneca/Boofhead and contributers to the Altered Streams: Thanks so much for your shared minds.
Shyam/D.Rag/ConanB/WillieB/RZZZA: You guys are classic, great fun.
I've asked to have my info erased, but could a mod follow up on it to make sure there's nothing left? Much appreciated.
So, wi' a sad belch an' a hearty fart whot smells o' death an' mayem, da Captain be 'eadin' fer noo an' uncharted waturs. May yer dingleberries no give ye's a bum infection, an' may a foine nor easterly always blow in yer sails.