A bit of GOG history unfolds.

Many moons ago, short of 30 years......a couple went on a walk through a dark, and dire wasteland. Tripping and falling over uninhabitable terrain they trekked. Late one night in the middle of this abyss of nothing they came upon a large stone. Such a stone couldnt be lifted by just one person, so it was their misfortune that this stone blocked their path, and it taunted them silently. They heaved, they pulled, they pushed, there was much grunting and sweat. Possibly tears being shed, and rightly so....such a task requires great effort, and sacrifice. As time passed they made progress moving the boulder and they found it contained a small enclosure underneath.

Tilted to its side the great mass finally gave way, and with a sigh they pushed it away. It was over.....and their path cleared. But ho.....the small enclosure that was barely noticable was now open to see, under the full moons light. The young couple reached down to remove the debris from the hole, and what did they find........

Me.

Squirming and crying for eats .......

Glamourous right?

Sometimes obsticles can offer rewards, some offer a lifetime of putting up with the antichrist himself.

Careful which rocks you look under too.....

Hint hint..... o_O