There was a little man named Andreas Jones
He lived in the city- old swingin' Bayou-
Like a bird he sang with his lil miss Wyla
Never was a sax coulda sing like she
Oh His heart was green as a lizard on friday
He sported a zoot like a newt at a party

I'm officially considering the possibility of me penetrating the wall of OCT Tournaments by entering

Though my skills are mediocre, compared to many individuals.. I love the roarin' twenties, so I can't resist atleast trying. And who knows, If I don't make it, I can always ask to spectate. Atleast from there I could enjoy contributing what I could.

I might actually have to give Andreas some mob skills.. oh dear!