No simple formula may be followed to accomplish Strife, for the minds of
men are complex things, and their reactions to provocation differ. The
spark of Chaos within all mortals, the source of their creativity, is
inherently defiant of prediction, and the very nature of Strife as a
work of Discord repels any formalization of manner. Indeed, the
spreading of Strife is judged better by what is accomplished than how it
comes to pass.

Plans are the scaffolding of great workings, not their foundations;
treat them so. The agent of Strife must be alert to every opportunity
and adaptive to his circumstances. But chances need not be idly awaited,
for the artful man may create opportunities for himself.

Spread doubt, and deception. Drive men to discomfort, and desperation.
Force enemies into danger. Pressure yields cracks. When these
opportunities emerge, seize upon them! When fires spark, fan their
flames!

Be mindful that the goal of he who would work Strife is not simply to
kill, but to bring mayhem. To succumb to blind brutality is to devolve
into a mere force of nature, to be anticipated, weathered, and rebuilt
in the wake of, as is the seasonal storm. Such threats unite men, and
civilisations; this outcome is contrary to Lord Pandemonium's will.
Better to wield the threat of death to spread panic and turmoil, than
allow that threat to fall, and see one's foes accept and adjust to what
they now understand.

If you wish to further yourself in the realm of Strife, Please contact
anyone who is able to induct on CLANHELP S-S.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Valnuary, in the year 567 AF.