Tis’ the week of thou lord and savior Candlehead, there foreth ye shall worship thou holy saint with much cake and sacrificial practices.
Had it not been for our beloved and most cherished being in Sugara Rusheth, the darkness that had consumed the sugar filled land would still continue to feed on our fears as thou neighbors did upon ye chocolate soil and mint trees. By the light of her candle, she cast out the darkness to reveal what our eyes had been blind to from the beginning of our release to Ye Arcadeth.
Come now my children, for there is much celebration thou must decree for the racers of thou’s birthplace, to the common man of whom which had kept thou’s civilization from the dark shade of red that is said to cover the light of day all across the land, all emitted by what ye gods and goddesses from the outside world as “paper”. Let her candle shine from all aspects of her world and ours. For when the cold and pitch darkness surrounds thou land, there will be one, one with the light guide others into the right direction, one with the heat to keep thou neighbors warm along side thou self. One with thou skills to pwn ye n0obs and bust ye cap in thou bastards ass. One with the personality that is even brighter than her candle, one known as Candlehead.