It would be like a Greek Tragedy without the chorus!
Are we again destined, like Oedipus, to wind our way blindly toward an inevitable confrontation with the furies, wherein Enrinyeian Henry, Tudor-hatted moderator of boards, confronts us with the Cthonic reality behind our Olympian rationality - to remind us that justice lies waiting like a slavering beast to devour those who, asserting free will against the natural order of things, flame each others' game systems in a pyrotechnic assertion of human (oh, so human) individuality and human frailty, at once rising to heights of heroism and affirming the inevitable cycle of transgression and inexorable doom that stalks these threads?
By the pricking of my thumbs, MoogleEmpMog this way comes...
And so begins the second act...