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a voice from the past booms out of shadow and gloom of history, filling the corridors of your mind with a familiar sound long since heard. the vibrations of the echo bring up memories long lost or forgotten. this decleration of the rearrival of a comrade or possibly fergotten stranger dredges chills...or even warm sensations of a returning friend. with the simple clatter, that causes all of this confusion and remeberence, of a "howdey yall, did ya miss me? marco...anybody out there?"^^