okay, this war is going to get just a little stranger. Since you claim to be peacekeeper bla bla bla ze blah...I proclaim poetic war against Isildur. Don't ask me why. It just seems like a fun thing to do. *shrug*
So our side is, officially, Me, <(x)>, and Rejlii. Isildur, I've never met you, but you are now warred upon...
Maybe I'll write a poem about it.

Isildur, Isildur,
How thou art warred upon.
Isildur, Isildur.
Why don't you invent the bon-bon.
I hate chocolate,
it sucks.
I'm glad we don't have chocolate cake in Achaea,
cuz I wouldn't buy it.
Isildur, Isildur,
What the hell does that mean?
Isildur, Isildur,
I know some history, but I don't want to post it, cuz I don't wanna piss of the Occultists.
Isildur, Isildur,
make me a pie.
Kiss the girls and make them lie,
in the dirt, cuZ they're dirty.
Dirty girls, Dirty girls,
where do you get off calling yourself chicken wings?
Hum gee aieeeeeeee,
don't burp at meeeeeeeeee!
Have you ever sat there and watched a Humgii?
They fart!
How offensive!
Lawsuit!
<twitch> <twitch>

okay, that was it.
don't make me sit.
on a pile of....mit tens.
cuz then I'd be a asdfjkl;jasdfklasdfjkl;asdfjkl;.

<bow> <turn slightly> <bow> <turn slightly> <epileptic seizure> <drool> <twitch>
Luvenstein,
Kona the ,

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 242 AF.