Every year at about this time the Wizards and Wised gather in their dens . They gaze at wondrous scribblings and seek the learnings from the 'mystics'
Tea leaves are read, stones and runes rolled and pondered. And the game commences.
Initially it resembles are strange version of the local doowop-do . Odd pairings chat each other up, all promising the world . Some go home from the dance with little to talk of , others come away legends of the dance !!
So here I offer the chance to predict our outcome and the relative results for the others.
Embrace the canival :