First we graduated from our confinement in our second institutions. We parted ways for two weeks, only to be brought together again while playing the game the game of our lord, for three blessed weeks. Meow the memories consume us. One fine day, we pilgrimaged to place of dirty hexes and dirty bros. Alas, the outcome was the scroll. A document that recorded our precious memories of raving les pauls, power cords, epar capes, and mike 'n ikes. For now that we have started our two weeks of hell, the memories keep us thriving. For images in the mind last forever...
The scroll remains in our power.
Meow we must go.

I leave you, immobile in the darkness, until we meet again...
King Triton and his Faithful Poseidon