I'm so alone, so very alone. The pain is all I feel now, so I must wait for a chance to release the pain. I wait for Lion King posts... then I take my pain, my suffering, and I forge it into a blade. Guess what kiddies... it is that time again! Dubs and Mufasa lives! Then I roll... I roll knowing that I will not get dubs, that Mufasa will die. That others will flash back to this pain and they will weep. They will call me a monster, a bastard, they will try to roll to revive Mufasa. And they will fail... Only one has managed to undo what I have done, a lone Anon came with the declaration of trips to revive Mufasa and he rolled 333. He got top comment, he undid the pain that I caused. They ask me why I do it, and I have revealed why. I must, to survive another day I must share my pain. Only by doing this can I hope to lessen it, if even it is for only a moment. But seriously who the **** reads all of this? You got to the end of this rambling so kudos to you. Stare at the otters, feel the joy that comes from their antics. Forget what you have read here, just enjoy the otters.