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Steeped in the knowledge of the [[First Men]] and, yea, even before them, to the black dawn of prehistory when free cash flows were first discovered in the wild and artificially set against each other for pleasing effect by the [[Children of the Woods]]. | Steeped in the knowledge of the [[First Men]] and, yea, even before them, to the black dawn of prehistory when free cash flows were first discovered in the wild and artificially set against each other for pleasing effect by the [[Children of the Woods]]. | ||
{{Quote|{{Baskerville|These ''{{Baskerville|were}}'' the [[Children of the Woods|{{Baskerville|Children of the Woods}}]], and those that dwelt among the plants and [[hedge|{{Baskerville|hedges}}]]: there they dwelt with the [[general counsel|{{Baskerville|general counsel}}]] for his work. (1 Chronicles 4:23)}}}} | {{Quote|{{Baskerville|These ''{{Baskerville|were}}'' the [[Children of the Woods|{{Baskerville|Children of the Woods}}]], and those that dwelt among the plants and [[hedge|{{Baskerville|hedges}}]]: there they dwelt with the [[general counsel|{{Baskerville|general counsel}}]] for his work. (1 Chronicles 4:23)}}}} | ||
[[ISDA ninja]]s have a wealth of esoteric knowledge quite useless to them in any other environment than the one in which they pass their careers — waste deep in the septic sludge of {{isdaprov|Additional Termination Event}}s, engaged in trench warfare with souls that, deep down, we recognise as like-minded, but still arrayed in slit trenches a few score yards away from us lobbing unexploded covenants at us by day and night. | [[ISDA ninja]]s have a wealth of esoteric knowledge quite useless to them in any other environment than the one in which they pass their careers — waste deep in the septic sludge of {{isdaprov|Additional Termination Event}}s, engaged in trench warfare with souls that, deep down, we recognise as like-minded, but still arrayed in slit trenches a few score yards away from us, lobbing unexploded covenants at us, as we would to them, by day and night. | ||
There is war poetry that they write about their enemies who might otherwise be friends, share a drink, see sunsets glow and so on. | There is war poetry that they write about their enemies who might otherwise be friends, share a drink, see sunsets glow and so on. |