I know the feel... but it isn't my backside I feel the need to scratch. It's my nose. And then I MUST resist because if I don't, I get killed... and then the rest of that match goes to the underworld in a handbasket.
Made of Earth, Formed of Water, Kilned in Fire, and Sings with the Wind. Ocarinas are Born of the World and Loved by the World. PSN: Gregory_H64735