To Whomever it May Concern,

Firstly, to applaud Tenebrus on his mastery of language and the passion
with which he goes at his cause, whether I agree with it or not. I
respect your mind and wit, if not your perspective or aims.

Also, as I am not trying to be known to beat a dead (perhaps undead,
with as long as it seems to avoid decaying) horse, I'll just address the
matter from my own perspective, that of a sometimes-poet getting at a
world entirely outside of his own understanding.

All's fair in love and war.

This has been an anti-climactic publice service announcement from your
friendly transient bard. Good luck in the CTF, every one of you.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Phaestian, in the year 450 AF.