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Latest revision as of 04:51, 27 December 2009

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Rob "Robbie" MacGregor
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Associates Order of the Black Rose
Profile found here
Goals save a couple lives, do a couple jigs
Contact and this is here
Other Characters RH, Rex, and Aristarchus

A Word on Anarchy

"Anarchy wears two faces, both creator and destroyer. Thus destroyers topple empires; make a canvas of clean rubble where creators can then build a better world. Rubble, once achieved, makes further ruins' means irrelevant. [...]

Away with our destroyers! They have no place within our better world."

(V for Vendetta by Alan Moore)

And Now For Some Robbie Burns...

"Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has will'd and we must part.
I'll often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant Isle will often hail:
'E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail.'
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye:
'Happy thou Indian grove,' I'll say,
'Where now my Nancy's path may be!
While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
O tell me, does she muse on me!'

(Behold the Hour, the Boat Arrive)