Okay, enought with the bulls**t. The fact of the matter is that Ducimus is out to **** us. If you think the dds are too hard, you're screwed. Likewise, if you think they are too easy.
You see, the Duc (as in the "Duck" of Death [refering to Little Bill in the Unforgiven]) is the pure, consumate evil computer genius, and this is his playground. He constructs this fantastic mod, and makes it all perfect just like the witch's house in Hansel and Gretel. We, being idiots, gobble it up of course, only to find out too late that he has prepared a wonderful Sunday dinner. What we are now realizing is that he planned the meal far, far in advance and that our asses are the main course. And who delivers that delightful message? dds designed, modded and released by none other than the Duc of Death.*
Kindly address replies to the "Delusional Patients" ward at the Happy Dale Sanatarium (where for obvious reasons TMO is banned by Nurse Ratchet who has been promoted to the position of Patients' Rights Advocate.)
*Message written at 4:07 a.m. on 4/8/2011 while the SS Barbarinna lies wounded on the ocean seabed, with its crew fighting for their lives and fighting what will likely be
another losing batte to save their boat, after enduring an ongoing 4 hour hammering by dds designed, released and commisioned for sea duty by none other than the one and only Duc of Death himself.
