On a completely unrelated note, San's writing style meshes too well with Gizoogle:
Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin Jundial. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Landz of growth n' game. Landz of beginnings.
Durin tha span of tha ghettos game, eight major races pimped sentience. Da Silus, tha Mithra, tha Humans, tha Kobolds, tha Lizardfolk, tha Centaurs, tha Elves, n' tha Verdis all lived up in harmony until tha event know as Da Harrowing. Da Harrowin was a cold-ass lil cataclysmic battle of tha godz dat shattered tha ghetto of Jundial tha fuck into eight shards. Many centuries later, Jundial reformed n' tha eight races fuckin started ta war wit each other, havin forgotten they heritage. Land was fought fo' n' villages destroyed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Seein what tha fuck they petty desires had caused, tha godz split Jundial again, dis time ta teach tha races right from wrong. Da shardz would join back together n' and tha races would attempt ta live up in harmony once more.
Ixohr, god of nature, wouldn't have all dis bullshit yo. Dude was bitter from losin Da Harrowin n' he made shizzle ta sabotage all attempts ta fix tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude was put up in charge of teachin tha Verdis n' da ruffneck did so, teachin dem dat all races was beneath them, n' dat tha elves had enslaved dem nuff thousandz of muthafuckin years ago. Da verdis believed these lies, n' when Jundail reformed, tha Verdis fuckin started they assault on tha Elven forests, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Da elves hustled of tha ensuin army from Ixohr up in disguise n' was holla'd at dat tha humans had busted tha Verdis. Ixohr Spread lies n' sowed deceit causin all of tha progress tha godz had made ta utterly fail.
Obus, god of honesty, hustled bout Ixohr's bustin, n' warned tha racez of his cold-ass treachery fo' realz. A treatise was formed, n' tha eight races agreed dat before they rejoined tha ghetto as a single race, a exploratory caravan would be busted ta a location deemed worthy by tha gods. Da godz admired tha races' intelligence n' designated tha Merthy Woodz as tha caravan's destination. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Amione, god of dreams, used his thugged-out lil' powers ta bust a message ta ten playas across tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They would be tha chosen few whoz ass would go on dis adventure. They was holla'd at ta hook up all up in tha human hood of Roton.