It belonged to my father, and his father before him, still in good condition.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <i>Many thousands of years ago...</i>
A man sits beside a fire, the crystals ensconced within the walls of the cave gleamed with stolen light. Beside him lay a bundle of thin twine-like vines and rich fur painted black with the obsidian blood of insects. With a look of great concentration upon his slightly aged and weary face, he sat silently weaving the vines and fur together, his arthritic hands unstable and untrustworthy. He cursed them under his breath.
From the entrance of the cave, a young boy wearing furs approaches him. <i>"Father, why do you meld animal fur and plant twine together so?"</i> He says, in awe of his father. The man paused, in the methodical manner of a teacher speaking to his pupil, he gave answer. <i>"One day, my child, this shall be needed. Pass it down among our kin. I have borne dreams of my progeny. This creation, I dub it "Tux" and bade you value it as you value my life."</i> With that he stood up and held before him what later generations would only marvel at in unparalleled reverance, a black Tuxedo
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It belonged to my father, and his father before him, still in good condition.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<i>Many thousands of years ago...</i>
A man sits beside a fire, the crystals ensconced within the walls of the cave gleamed with stolen light. Beside him lay a bundle of thin twine-like vines and rich fur painted black with the obsidian blood of insects. With a look of great concentration upon his slightly aged and weary face, he sat silently weaving the vines and fur together, his arthritic hands unstable and untrustworthy. He cursed them under his breath.
From the entrance of the cave, a young boy wearing furs approaches him. <i>"Father, why do you meld animal fur and plant twine together so?"</i> He says, in awe of his father. The man paused, in the methodical manner of a teacher speaking to his pupil, he gave answer. <i>"One day, my child, this shall be needed. Pass it down among our kin. I have borne dreams of my progeny. This creation, I dub it "Tux" and bade you value it as you value my life."</i> With that he stood up and held before him what later generations would only marvel at in unparalleled reverance, a black Tuxedo