Well, <(x)>, we finally did it. We brought out enough creative talent in Sapience to persuade (annoy?) those with the power to make us a board. This is so rad. *gets all misty eyed* Congratulations and thanks to everyone who posted poetry on the public board. You know it helped. 🙂
Maybe I'll write a poem in dedication to this coo board. (maybe not though)

I once did have a knack
for provoking many a smack.
They said to shut up,
that I should give up,
cuz nobody liked my crap.

I said 'foobar!',
and they said 'live far,'
'we don't wanna hear you any more,'
'you make us fall asleep and snore.'
'well,' I said 'here's some more poetry...in a jar.'

Lo and behold,
it never got old,
so here's a board for our stuff.
Doesn't matter if it's made of scruff,
so long as it doesn't cost gold.

Fecal matter,
and darkness splatter,
subjects for our endeavours.
Give up we? Ha! Never!
I'd rather fall from a ladder.

So have some fun,
and poetically run,
because the party has just started,
that humgii farted!
And now this poem is done.

<bow>
Well that turned out better than I expected. Once again, thanks to EVERYONE who contributed. Creativity is the key, Order or Chaos, for Me. (hey, nice!)
Love,
Kona, Achaeas (first?) epileptic *twitch* *twitch* *drool* *twitch*

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Chronos, in the year 242 AF.