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Finally, Ubomb! Insane! Insane! Fun! In that order. We bombed for our last bomb down 3rd south starting at 13th east, and I was high on the rushing wind, and by the winds of Eurus, greek God of eastern wind I was a 747 driven to the sky, but remaining on the pavement. An E.T. bicycle flier of sorts without the funky dried out alien or poor return play on Atari, I reached the sky and gained my eternal youth.
It came at the price of break neck speeds and unpleasant potential encounters of the automobile kind, but by God of Eurus, it came.
Church of the Big Ring, you want your salvation, youbomb ubomb.
amen.
Thank you Brother Zed. The Big Ring smiles on you.
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