i'm pretty sure i'm supposed to open up with some generic pre-CTF
nonsensical smack talk here. Perhaps claiming your mothers were hairy
limpets and the only correct capture you could effect is of a cold in
the northen wastes of the tundra naked and the only thing you can hold
is a hedgehog with superglue.

I hope the Effigy hasn't tarnished in its time uncontested. I will enjoy
the event, regardless of the outcome!

--Finchy

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Valnuary, in the year 429 AF.