When I was young, my parents were brutally tortured with a Tupperware party. They were berated with poor grammar, misuse of participles, and almost unrecognizable sentence structure. Since then, they have been unable to utter a simple phrase without messing up a verb, or giving a noun incorrect tense. I swore long ago I would combat poor English with wonderfully written and verbose stories, creating a sense of mild to moderate enjoyment out of the reader, and a sense of minute awe. With intense training; writing in numerous message boards, getting a college degree in History, I've been able to hone my skills and combat this atrocity one post at a time.