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Timothy Dwight
TD is a slumbering giant. With a tradition of IM superiority as old as the hills, the spirit of Ashé smolders in our hearts. Eleven teams arrayed against us are like so much kindling and wood, stacked neatly before us. We will lay the chaff of our enemies on the ashes of yesterday, with the new wind of our freshmen blowing upon the heated coals. Our bodies transfigured flames, many tongues of fire rising in unison, one great light illuminating the path before us, we will rise from ashes to a raging inferno, consuming our enemies stick by stick, player by player, team by team, until the charred and smoking earth cries out for mercy. No drink shall assuage our thirst for victory, and we will not rest until we are a mighty beacon of Ashé piercing the veil of darkness. The hollows in the earth left by the cleats of those who have worn the Blood Red Shirt of the Lion in seasons past will turn the ankles of our foes. Tread lightly, or you will awaken that which you do not understand, and it will destroy you.(Compiled by he who hath a TD slant.)
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