Surt is hereby open PK for stealing my heart while slaying me!
Once again he got a litle too rough (don't we all wish they would!) and
I ran out of HP. By the Gods!
Surt, My love will withstand the Halls of Sarapis a thousand times if
only to return to your malicious abuse and cockamamy exscuses for what
is love and what is not.
Please, love, continue killing in the nonsensical, vile, sadistic way
you have in the past to fullfil those contracts which seem to fuel my
)and others) fire.
There will always be morons to slay, but also businessmen, scholars,
environmentalists... For who is innocent when the end comes forth to
justify the means.
Destroy not to conquer but to go on forever attempting to quelch and
unsatiable hunger to do so!
My love, my darling, I hunger for your spirit.
So should these realms, so should these realms!
-Kaelai the Partially unpartial

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Scarlatan, in the year 396 AF.