Hudson's Site Building Thread

[Nero]

I Trumpet; "The Ruins have been restored!"

Woe, woe, woe to those who stay without remorse as the dead and the damned walk amongst the living on Earth. All around us we can smell the flower of their flesh decayed, yet we think to ourselves; "oh how nice a flower, but how putrid the smell. Let me take the flower's seeds to new lands, so that all lands can be infected by the honey of her misdeeds".

Evolution has a counterpart.