Your strategy is flawed. Dr. Gladeuss' poetry is simply a
way of wrapping up things quickly when the get out of hand. My
poetry plays peace-keeper. Therefore, Kona and Lemon, you are allied
against thin air. For I shall not participate unless you are already
actively fighting someone else. But once again, be warned, that by
the next year, if you are fighting with one person or another, I will
step in and keep the peace. (Not to mention one year of this + whatever
I can whip up would be enough to leave everyone on the ground twitching
and near death. Therefore, it will NEED to be wrapped up before everyone
dies.
Speaking of Death...That brings me to my next point. Rall, you now
call me A troll who lives under a bridge and harasses' passer-byers that
disturb my peace. (In reality, I am a chicken, but that is beside the point)
Many of the reasons that many people changed races was so that they could
make themselves stronger and better equipped fighters, or they just liked
the idea of these races that have been introduced to Sapience, thus giving
us a second wave of spirit and strgenth to fight against the monsters
of Sapience, thus making us more experianced and better equipped for whatever
tasks may lay ahead. If the heart had exploded and turned us all into
crispy critters, most of us wouldn't be nearly as happy or strong as we are today
even after dying for reincarnation. There is a thin line between wanting to
die, so we can make ourselves how we always dreamed of being, and being
blow into next week against our will. Deucalion gave us a gift. We
should accept it graciously, wether or not we choose to use it.

Yours Truly, Dr. Gladeus

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 242 AF.