Hello.
I am the great-grandson of the founder of this thread, and I implore you all, in the name of my great-grandfather, please... let his work die.
My grandfather always said it was madness, that an evil glint would form in his father's eye when he retreated to his Troll Feed workshop, and now it falls to me, the last of my line, to lay his works to rest.
I can never truly atone for the sins of my bloodline... but I feel I must try...
So please, before you hit 'reply', realise that this is destroying the final good memories we have of a poor, misguided man, who simply wanted blood to spurt from his speakers every time he hit his mouse.
May the tears of my grandfather caution you against further madness,
Rudolphus III, esq.