Everyone got boring. So, let's see what I can make up. >ahem< So, there was a lonely sad youth. They made personas for rocks and sticks. It was sad, and lonely. But...they thrived. The day came when they had to engage others. He failed, miserably. So many bruises, so many welts. Bur, he marched on. Then, the calamity occurred. Those around suffered and fell. He plowed on. And it was boring.