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[Igneous]

Once upon a time, in far, far away land, where every back yard was crafted by the clean oceans hand, and every little girl was a beautiful princess, with a handsome princes ring on her hand, there was a single character who stood out, a simple young man. He was an architect, his name was Stan, he was the one who created far, far away land. While all of the princes and princesses started, and ended, most of thier days arguing about what to call all the little tiny pieces of stone and glass on the beach, he stayed quite out of their reach. Argue, oh no, not Stan. He was off making his blueprints, you might call him a man with a plan. When he was around the others, he was only grieved by their pointless never ending bickering. He wasn't discouraged by them though, no, not Stan. He had a plan. A plan for love, a plan for hope, and a plan for peace. You see, Stan was a very knowledgable man. Therein lied the problem, it would seem, in far, far away land. It wasn't that the people wouldn't stop and listen to Stan, it was that they weren't schooled, and just couldn't understand the man. It was upon hearing, "Hu?" that he took his stand against far, far away land. He thought long and hard, then produced an acronym to get through to them, and he wrote it right on his very own architect hand. As he opened his hand for all to see, word spread like wild fire, and all the inhabitants yelled in unison, "Whipee!" There began the legend of Stan. Starting that day, there was love and peace in abundance, and forever a hope for far, far away land. What you ask? What was that which was writen upon the hand of the simple young architect man?

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