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There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle-ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call the 'Twilight Zone'

(Cue Theme Music)

 

Terps and Buc are sitting next to each other in Terp's yard, drinking some root beer. They are watching a Ravens game.

 

As usual, they are getting there butt kicked. " Man, the Ravens suck," Terpsfan says." I think I am going to jump on the bandwagon for the Bucs." "You shouldn't do that, the Bucs suck", Buc tells Terps. Buc leaves. Terps goes inside to see Edgar Allen Poe. " You remember my poem, right?', Poe asks. Terps suddenly has a weird feeling....a feeling that makes him feel scared. He is in a libary. It seems familiar, but.......then he remembers.

 

The Ravens team name was based on a poem called the Raven. Then he remembers who wrote that poem. Poe pops up and tells him that he must create the Ravens from ground- up. He realized he was in 1996 when the Ravens became the Ravens. He started screaming.

 

Today his scream can still be heard, even at the edge of The Twilight Zone.

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