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Thursday, April 14, 2005

The Open

On Sunday, I will do battle. Blood will be shed on the goban. I will walk tall, and all shall tremble in awe of my fearsome attacks. It will be a day of death, but not for me. Scorched earth, razed, wiped out. Obliterated from the history of mankind.


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