GreensVille ++DARK AGES++ {-BETA-}

When clocks chime, their petite black srews just a mere blur against our treasured fates, only do we ever take notice of two fingers which sway their prints along those gleaming wall clocks, chiny in a wax outline in golden flickers... An hand of hour. Following in its tracks, one of minutes. Except there is always the one we miss, loose count of in its siblings supioer motives... Second by second, every one is a considerable foe... We were just.. to blind to ever bother, even take notice as its contents glimmer by, a fashionable, nearly unseeable journey... Tick tock.. tick tock.. Until its too late. There's brisk shuffling, one of many hands.. "Dang it!-Jerry--hold--oh! Hello veiwers, Hearty Rebec here! National ravines and cayons photographer, as well as your neighborhood friendly newscaster of your top voted beloved city, GreensVille, Illinois! Here to exclaim we have once again been voted 1st in the popularity polls for newcomer satisfaction.." Then, it was gone.