Out

Yeargh, the rumours be true! I have heard tell of fair maidens in this land of "Out." I got me mate and we ventured forth into the great unknown, having a only a metal steed and our meager wits, seeking this land of "Out." The expedition was not without its dangers, but our determinism was rewarded. Not only were there many maidens, the fairness of which be easily debated, but there be great music and ale (yeargh, I mean the liquid blue). I, heretofore, will say to any man, woman or oddly mature child, 'Tis worth it to go "Out."' As for how often be up to you my curious reader, I suggest more than a fortnight but less than a blue moon.
G'night