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Another week falls over the edge of the world. Taking the quickest path to oblivion. I was walking on the very western edge of cyberspace and discovered where the white cliffs all those poor ghosts in Dungeon Siege 2 keep seeing. They have been tricked, those are not cliffs near the sea, but the sides of a toilet bowl. They where all twisting about in the vortex screaming in a language I could not understand as there are no shrines where one can invoke a spell to understand the dead. For some strange reason my amulet that allows me to speak to the dead only functions in the game world of Dungeon Siege. You might wonder where the western edge of cyberspace is.
Well if you listen to the rhyme in Sir James Matthew Barrie's book about a group of lost boys it is not in that direction. One must look within the dark corners of their minds, or maybe it is just my mind. As the only people that inhabit The Castle of Tears are modders and site holders who are no longer. Banshee's sing contently at the gates of the Castle which makes everyone's ears hurt which explains the tears. Oh The Morrígan has just dropped into to the castle to discuss a battle she is planing so I will end this and speak with her.