Lesser Sapience,

In all of my wisdom, I could not possibly have put into words just how
vast the gap was between those who represent the trembling, infantile
States of the East and even the lowest of Mhaldorian slaves.
Fortunately, the preceding posts hilight this phenomenon with perfect
clarity.

However, those who do aspire to greater things needn't fret; this
asymmetry in both ability and intelligence is not something to dwell on
- for during the very brief instances that these rabid camps are not
standing with makeshift knives pointed at eachothers' throats, each man
lost in his political delusions of democratic grandeur, they are
efficiently and routinely purged from these lands at the tips of swift
Western blades.

They are destroyed with ease by their polar opposite, for on a
fog-wreathed isle to your west stands a State which has transcended the
tethers of democratic process, a disciplined State unified in purpose,
where even the lowest of slaves and Troni stand tall above the Speakers,
Imperiates and Caliphs of the failed Cities. The view from atop the Twin
Peaks is marvellous, and grows more pleasing by the day - but you need
not take my word for it.

I extend this invitation to you, the formerly impotent man who has
identified with this missive and felt the flames of Perdition stir
within him. Give your life to the Twin Lords in this hour of strength
and expansion and come to know sublime servitude, that you too may
surpass the stagnant, rancid tide of bloated offal which on only the
most quiet of evenings dares to beach itself upon the sharpened rocks of
claw cove.

Venture westward toward Truth and purpose, and bestow a glorious plague,
pestilence and famine upon all left in your wake.

Theirs sincerely,
Tyrannus Sabiru, Augur of Abbadon

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Sarapin, in the year 558 AF.