Greetings dear Master Davisx3m.
I must say the flood of written messages will probably knock socks out of your proud feet, but fear not! After you finish reading this marvelous message other gentlemen's (and ladies possibly) messages will feel severely lacking and faffing.
During the darkest hours of the prime time there is very uncanny habit for me to become what the common folks refer as a mad scientist. "Mad" they say, ha! I laugh at their face when they cannot comprehend the true beauty of such projects, for I am a jovial gentleman at heart, however it's alas depressing. Curiousity boils underneat the soft human shell and mastermind: how much darker the darkest hour can become? How much more one can break the game? How much more one can discover new attributes and lovely features to abuse? All in the name of elegant science I must say! It would be most griefioust thought if -- if we're allowed to be slightly rude -- someone who cannot understand the true value behind Master Torres' project would be given the grand prize.
I must express my sincerest apologies to end this exciting argument, as my moustache needs waxing and I forgot my monocle and cognac somewhere. If we shall meet again I'll be more than glad to offer a toast or two, but now I must fly!
Best regards to you dear Master
M.Jarr, a jovial gentleman.
