A little Crackyfag went out to play. When he opened his Internet browser, he saw the world. As he passed through the network, he caused a reflection. The evil stalker was born. The evil stalker was born, and followed the crackyfag.

A little Cracky went out to play. Lost in the marketplace, as if half-born. Then, not through the Blockbuster at Cowley Road - you see that, don't you? - but through the alley behind the Blockbuster. This is the way to the palace.