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Ye Olde Mediaeval Floridae - Arrgh, Steere ye far from these forlorn shores...these shores where a gruesome death await ye behind e'ry blade o' grass. I tell ye true - one false step and ye'll be up to your fourehead in quicksand.

Aye, it be be here where The Devil's favourite pets lurk in abundance. In e'ry corner there be spyders the size o' a man's fist. Here swamp dragons emerge out o' their lurking dens to eat ye whole. Here be insects that has an insatiable lust for human blood.

It be here in this wicked land that the sun be so angry and contempuouse that it will char and strip the skin from ye bones. Here it be that fierce storms arise from naught but The Lord's bluest skies, in which to hurtle bolts about frivoulously to incinerate the land. Aye, keep ye far from this - The Devil's Playground!

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Ye Olde Mediaeval Floridae - Arrgh, Steere ye far from these forlorn shores...these shores where a gruesome death await ye behind e'ry blade o' grass. I tell ye true - one false step and ye'll be up to your fourehead in quicksand.

Aye, it be be here where The Devil's favourite pets lurk in abundance. In e'ry corner there be spyders the size o' a man's fist. Here swamp dragons emerge out o' their lurking dens to eat ye whole. Here be insects that has an insatiable lust for human blood.

It be here in this wicked land that the sun be so angry and contempuouse that it will char and strip the skin from ye bones. Here it be that fierce storms arise from naught but The Lord's bluest skies, in which to hurtle bolts about frivoulously to incinerate the land. Aye, keep ye far from this - The Devil's Playground!