After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
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"Art is the soul's enduring whisper against the din of time."
Apollo had several invitations piled unusually high on his desk, woefully ignored in favor of far more interesting pieces of literature. However, his maid had chastised him over breakfast and all but dragged him into his office...
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