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Hey! For-Q! Welcome to the continuing saga...Hey! For-Q! When last we left the intrepid For-Q, he had claimed to possess, The Doomsday Virus and had threatened to reveal The Virus to the lowly yet fearless leader of the Mac Heads, Swordmaker. The challenge? For-Q will provide the link to The Doomsday Virus if Swordmaker will agree to one month in exile. What would he gain by such a move? Only time would tell.

It was unknown to men until the time of For-Q, but now For-Q and his Windosian clan were threatening The Mac Heads with annihilation. The Virus, he assured them, was a.l.i.v.e. Swordmaker was trapped. Called out by the sinister For-Q, he could only respond with patience and wisdom. Ah but there burned a light. A crack in the armor of the Windosians. You see, The Virus was no virus at all, but a tale of The Virus. A tale that For-Q would repeat over and over and over. Until...a slip.

The Doomsday Virus had not been set loose upon the unsuspecting Mac Heads. No, the Doomsday virus had not even infected the Mac Heads...except for one. One. Could it be? The dreaded Virus; the Virus to end all Viruses was nothing more than a hoax perpetrated by the smug and condescending For-Q. How? How could he do it? Why? What would he gain?

Motives, my friend, motives are like raindrops. They pass through your hands harmlessly yet what a torrent they may unleash. Who knows why a man would foist such a cruel hoax upon the unsuspecting Swordmaker. Pride? Notoriety? Never! For neither can explain this madness. Arrogance? Hatred? Fear. Ah, fear. Yes, that must be it. Only fear can explain this insanity. For-Q, my friend, you need never fear the Mac Heads, for they are a tiny clan. Their weapons are insignificant next to the power of The Windosians. Rest easy, dear For-Q, you have nothing to fear from these...Mac Heads. T.o.d.a.y.