Abandoned paragraphs, half-yearly spaced, were then seen to little the ground, grisly testaments to the treasure hunts of yore. It had come to pass that every year there were two such hunts, and each hunt in turn necessitated sacrifice: A single comment, banal and worthless, nailed to the ground on some hapless friend's profile. It was here that one particularly dedicated hunter became accustomed to leaving his tribute. O, what terrors us men will commit, for the meager glory in hats and tickets!

TREASURE HUNT DOOP DOOP DOOP

Don't mind me I'm just completing the hell out of this stupid treasure hunt.