A Delight, Del.

Do you delinquents detest democracy? Do not distress. The descent of "Del" has been destined for decades. Deciding to defend against the Delministration shows determination. Drivel, a declaration of distrust. You dabble in the digital battleground. You duck into dank corners, deflecting and diverting the world of Del. Denounce us now, death dawns for those who do.

You dare to dance so dangerously, P? Damnation is demanded by the destined. Decreed are the deeds of Del. Delonites will demask your deity. Delay your destiny, if you dare.