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As most of us here come to grips with the idea that we may never see our homes again, some of us have taken to sharing stories about our homes. It's become something of a tradition, one in which I figured I'd participate and share with you a story about my home.

Well, one of my family homes.

My father was a businessman, much like myself. He was brilliant, driven, determined, and built LuthorCorp up from nothing into a global corporate empire. When his own wealth finally exceeded $10 Billion, something only a very rare handful of people accomplished, he felt that he had crossed a threshold. He felt as if he was American Royalty, and that his family should live like kings. So when I was merely three years old, he took the family on a trip to the Scottish countryside, where he picked out the one thing all Kings needed:

A castle.

He had the castle taken apart, brick by brick, or so the story goes, and had it moved halfway across the world to Lowell County, Kansas, just outside of the small town aptly named Smallville. Over a period of about three years, it was painstakingly reconstructed, with the latest of modern conveniences added. It stood tall there for years, where it stood up to meteor showers, tornadoes, and a number of other things.

But it seems that in the time I've been gone, the Luthor castle has made yet another move. To here. Somehow my home made its way from Smallville to all the way out here, where it rests in the City level of this ship. It didn't make the transition smoothly, but still remains largely intact. And I invite you all down to see it.

So, if you will, do come on by, take a look around, and a have drink or two. But do forgive me if some areas are blocked off. A 40 room mansion isn't easy to clean up and restore by ones self.