The year is 2002. Warfare's going down; Conflict is more and more solved the intellectual way: leaders administering I.Q. tests to each other to see who scores highest. In the current friction between Upperland President Mr William F. Clintas and religious leader of Ryeland Sad-Damn'd O'Shin, the latest move's a bizarre riddle bombardment launched by Sad-Damn'd. Our satellite scanners intercepted a hot line errand to the Green House:
"Have I got a lesson in riddles for you, Mr William F. Clintas, you rotten-to-the-core bigshot, you... see if you finish the STARR: STratospheric Ability Riddle Rage, mother of all riddle exams. Will make your blood boil I promise. Check this out:
Experts are currently decoding these riddles, and if all goes well we will present the answers here.