dark forces move to the east. Manor woke up from the ancient vaults of government. Creep creeping in the green forests of Casentino. They move plunged the long streams of the Val di Chiana. Slowly stretch their claws like a shadow, on the idyllic lands of the earth Ucodep. 
Small steps, small changes! Before the play in a seemingly insignificant Seminar Camaldoli. Crops applause, signed autographs, emotional, frightening members of the Unit Directors have made the modest. But behind their sides clear and friendly smiles are hiding a strange light in the eyes of unsuspecting present. Then a harmless little
Blog, let emerge, almost by accident, undisturbed has taken root, has gathered support. Another small step, but only apparently small. A step towards a creeping dark lens. Congratulations rained from the sky like meteors, and as such, the long arm of the creeping evil UA would inexorably demolished, just where the guard was lowered. The consensus
soon turn into fear. The patter of applause in a desperate flight. The smiles in a grin of despair. Small remote attacks not related to the one mind that really drives them. Hidden from the eyes of unsuspecting ucodeppini (a peaceful people living in a pristine land to the south), the members of the obscure Knights of the formidable army of the eleven units under the command of Directors feared Lord Dart Ennepiesse (from south of the Italian peninsula, Bourbon and pissed!) was put on the road for some time.
Small steps, small changes! Before the play in a seemingly insignificant Seminar Camaldoli. Crops applause, signed autographs, emotional, frightening members of the Unit Directors have made the modest. But behind their sides clear and friendly smiles are hiding a strange light in the eyes of unsuspecting present. Then a harmless little Blog, let emerge, almost by accident, undisturbed has taken root, has gathered support. Another small step, but only apparently small. A step towards a creeping dark lens. Congratulations rained from the sky like meteors, and as such, the long arm of the creeping evil UA would inexorably demolished, just where the guard was lowered. The consensus
soon turn into fear. The patter of applause in a desperate flight. The smiles in a grin of despair. Small remote attacks not related to the one mind that really drives them. Hidden from the eyes of unsuspecting ucodeppini (a peaceful people living in a pristine land to the south), the members of the obscure Knights of the formidable army of the eleven units under the command of Directors feared Lord Dart Ennepiesse (from south of the Italian peninsula, Bourbon and pissed!) was put on the road for some time.
Some cry withers away in the hope of arousing the minds on the imminent danger. The old refrain of the few who were aware of the danger ... but in vain. Nothing will be the forces of good. Now it's too late to organize a defense. Now the bid was launched. We also have an active and prepared Fazio. In this case, the boomerang will not come back. The swallows come back to fly next year will have a different color.
A single cry in the lands and windswept battle rise in flight: "Unitaaaà" ... "Comunicazioneeeee.
Oh, poor young Prince of My Donor, Viking wandering in your fertile northern Italian peninsula. At the head of your shining knights Communication Unit can anything against the relentless advance of the steamroller AU. Your swords are not sharp enough, your athletic skills, already scarce, are now on its last legs, your arrows and bows and all your trinkets and bells and whistles have been deposited at the office of Post ... ..
We're coming, we're going to incorporate them, to annex, phagocytosis. Get ready. Soon you will be in our hands!
... ... and after the Communication Unit. il resto dell’associazione…. E poi chissà il mondo intero!!!!
UUUUHHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAH!
A single cry in the lands and windswept battle rise in flight: "Unitaaaà" ... "Comunicazioneeeee.
Oh, poor young Prince of My Donor, Viking wandering in your fertile northern Italian peninsula. At the head of your shining knights Communication Unit can anything against the relentless advance of the steamroller AU. Your swords are not sharp enough, your athletic skills, already scarce, are now on its last legs, your arrows and bows and all your trinkets and bells and whistles have been deposited at the office of Post ... ..
We're coming, we're going to incorporate them, to annex, phagocytosis. Get ready. Soon you will be in our hands!
... ... and after the Communication Unit. il resto dell’associazione…. E poi chissà il mondo intero!!!!
UUUUHHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAH!
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