yee of dastardly ambitions fought yet yeild no barrings, no fruit and no glory. for whom to is a man but of to be willed and forced to idly contray and to convey yet of his own will, thy of burdomsom sorrow i feel the like kinship deep in the recesses of my yearning. for who am i to struggle and feel not joy but dread to the confinements of fate, who am i to take fate and allow it to yeild itself through that of my grip, oh great fate please tell me.
there isnt a way to beat this game without at least getting one kink is there