Wow... What a ramshackle place. The days I spent here seem so far away now. When I look at it today, the WarioForums feels like..... like a small, empty old clubhouse sitting on the edge of a quiet field. Its timbers are groaning in the gentle breeze as an old sycamore buffets its walls; the local sparrows are making a dreadful mess of the roof, and all those months of dust and rainfall has tinted the cheap windows, veiling their moth-eaten drapes that stir from a sneaking draft - swaying like silken dancers before they still themselves once more... Ahhh... Sorry, where was I?