'was a summer afternoon in WadAsia...

The strain of all the whining was deafening and caused Sir Jeffulot to snap and collapse...

Covering his ears and screaming in agonizing pain, he dropped to his knees and begged the gods for it to stop... but there was no relief.

Sir Jeffulot attempted to contain his brain from blasting out through his ears as the blood pulsated out between his fingers and down his arms...

In a nearby castle, Bodhisattva also lay quivering on his chamber floor holding his ears and begging the gods for relief...

"Please.. Stop... Please.. Stop" Bodhi said in a trembling voice as he move slowly about the floor....

Two of the land's greatest warriors were left near death by this terrible thing called "Whining", a whining that had never before been experienced in a thousand years...

Sir Jeffulot, in a last ditch effort to save his own life called upon the gods to have mercy on him and to cast down the ancient "Cone of Silence".

"Plllleeeeeeeeeeaaaassseeeeeee!!!!!" Jeffulot shouted "By the power of Lord Byron, cast down the cone of silence!!!!!" he exclaimed as chunks of brain flew out from between his fingers...

Just then, a whoosh was heard from the heavens and sudden silence blanketed the land.

Not a sound was heard... Warriors could not even hear themselves breathing...

Screams were met with silence, and all was again calm...

The "Cone of Silence" had been cast down... forever....

[forever is a technical term, described by the WadAsian dictionary as: "Forever [noun]: Until Jeffulot gets 10 g%@$amn good reasons why the email list should be cut back on"]
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