Pain, Despair, Domination. These are the hallmarks and goals of My
Divine Order.

Only those who I feel are truly evil will be permitted to join Me
in My journey. The rest of you will simply suffer. I watch you, and
you appear to be little more than talking monkeys for the most part.
You are filthy weaklings, and after I have plucked the few grains of
wheat from mortalkind, the rest of you - the chaff - may be left
to rot.

Those who wish to join me will be set a test. If you fail this test,
or if you balk at performing it, you will die for wasting my time. I
have little patience for fools. If you are one (statistically, quite
likely), do not speak to me, and do not seek entrance into My Order.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 224 AF.