be weary of the soul which divides worlds. and his hand which reaches amidst the waters with a grasp of string and yarn... his hand which clips the fabric of reality... For by his holey hands and spotted face... the smile is too fearful to grace... haha! let us meet our friend eventually...
perhaps it is divinity you seek? or perhaps it is godhood, to become... like myself...? ha ha ha! THE GRANDMASTER welcomes your visit, individual of renaissance... your hand's move will shift nations, and distort worlds.
Is your hand strong enough? are you certain that my hand is best suited for you...? Do you wish to attain supernatural power? Do you wish to become like me?
if so... answer the calling. pick up... the phone.
you are required FIVE things:
May your days be plentiful in your search for me... it shall assust your power. For if I, GRANDMASTER, can control reality, and J's world... I can control your influence, too!
HAHAHAHAH!