I, dear reader, had braved the sizzling heats of Sahkmet that day, with a certain goal in mind: to interview the illustrious, and much courted, Princess Amira of the Lost Desert. Such an elusive character was not about to escape my persistent questioning, for I am much too dedicated to my readers (non-existent ones so far, but the thought is rather nice)...

Picture this: You’re standing in front of a towering, gray vault. As the lock twists open, you take a step back. The door swings and a mountain of old junk and new junk starts to fall, toppling from the peak of the vault until you’re able to swim in it. Surrounding you are old books, toys, food that has probably rotted, petpets, codestones, trading cards...

Well, you probably eat cereal every day, but do you know what the word cereal actually means? *grabs reading glasses and dictionary* Cereal- An edible, starchy grain that blah, blah, blah. *throws dictionary over shoulder* Aw, who cares? Here's MY definition! Cereal- The stuff in a bowl that your owner makes you shovel down every morning...