Board Thread:Looking for a Group (LFG)/@comment-24.165.181.96-20140114003324/@comment-24545889-20140214064906

As the volitous rogue lays upon the tranquil meadow of Brighton, a curious-looking parchment flutters in the gale. It then gracefully takes its place upon his ornerous brow. He disgruntingly withdraws the paper and reads its ornate inscription:

"Lend thy Id codes!"

The rogue looks upon the azure sky, and with a bellow loud enough to rouse the Garments of the Caebards, he cries out,

"1eb7f391-5b31-4e07-9186-9193159a69b3"