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Hello.
A little about me.
My name is Regel Legend and I am the Creator of the band Wardersong. I like to play games and read books, I prefer rock music.

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I prefer not to be verbose. I prefer people with similar interests, someone will say that I am too conservative. But in fact it is not so I look forward to the future and rarely say that it was better before.

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If you are still reading this for some inexplicable reason, then it's time for you to finish...

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--->> If you can keep your head when all about you
--->> Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
--->> If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
--->> But make allowance for their doubting too;
--->> If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
--->> Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
--->> Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
--->> And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

--->> If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
--->> If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
--->> If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
--->> And treat those two impostors just the same;
--->> If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
--->> Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
--->> Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
--->> And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools:

--->> If you can make one heap of all your winnings
--->> And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
--->> And lose, and start again at your beginnings
--->> And never breathe a word about your loss;
--->> If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
--->> To serve your turn long after they are gone,
--->> And so hold on when there is nothing in you
--->> Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

--->> If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
--->> Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,
--->> If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
--->> If all men count with you, but none too much;
--->> If you can fill the unforgiving minute
--->> With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
--->> Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
--->> And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!