126. Hark, dear people of the great Marriland: common folk and nobility alike, I compel you to listen to my tale. Or, rather, it is a request. In your mind, begin to imagine what this post would be without effort. Truly, it would be nothing more than a sentence or so concerning relevant conversation or typical complaint about the ever-looming threat of the nobility. Here, I say, I agree ever so much with the notion that the nobility has no place in ruining the lives of the common folk, but they do in running it. However, this thought is not the focal point, but rather that we never see much emotion or thought placed into most posts here in this forum. People do not allow their minds to run free, to even conceive what can be done with this format. Lo, in the end, it is true that your capibilities—without playing off others—are marginal. Simply put, nothing. So, that is precisely what you should be picturing in your head when the bells first chimed of my word. I am both afraid and proud to have taken you through this journey, however, wherein you discovered the meaninglessness of all our conversations in the end, but there is one that will still matter: our number. So, onward to 150 I say, charge forth my lovelies!