I made it link by link and yard by yard. I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will, I wore it.
They say I was a good man of business. Well, mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down? And never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode?
Hear me. I am here tonight to warn you, that you have yet a chance of escaping my fate. You will be haunted by an assortment of sounds (mostly courtesy of Shiruba!). Expect a massive influx of Puyo Puyo tomorrow, when the bell tolls one. Expect Tales of the Rays upon the next night at the same hour. And many many more such as Hyperdimension Neptunia and NiGHTS upon the next night, when the last stroke of twelve has ceased to vibrate.
Look to see me no more; and look that, for your own sake, you remember what has passed between us! Repent!! REPENT!!!