Surprise! In sight, a somewhat sinister strangeling cast superbly as both static and subtle by the seductions of Fate. This spirit, no mere scrutiny of stability, is a scholar of the sacred sedate, sadly severed and sheared. However, this sophisticated sainthood of said sancturary stands strong and has sworn to slice these shadowy and shortcoming succubi stopping the souvereign syndicate of sanity and solidifying sadness! The only solution is savagery; a sentiment held as a specialism, not in sensation, for the soul and stature of such shall one day seperate the serious and the self-indulgent. Succeededly, this shown symbolization of spoken serenity silently signs staggering safety, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "SaintDickless".