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Written by: Sol Lajon, the Seventh Circle of Dust
Date: Wednesday, June 28th, 2000
Addressed to: Mak Fawa Gijan, the End Incarnate
Talk is cheap
Repent or die
Gijan, the one and only harvester of Boom Beans.
Had you ended your post there, as I'm sure you intended to to illustrate how valid points, and arguments have no bearing, or basis in your existance, I might have actually commended you on a well-thought out post.
However, you felt the need to..... validate your opinion about my (now all-time favorite) warcry. To be honest, I do nothing for the masses. I could give 2 hells about the masses. I only care about watching you squirm in anguished agony, as your uncontrollable temper flares to all time heights. It's simple amusement. Something to pass the time. My discussions with Israfel have only proven to be dissapointing, for the logic I present is met with excuses and more Pseudo-God bullcrap. I simply dont have the energy to listen to his ramblings of underground cults, and death by urination of holiness. I now turn to you Gijan, and ask you one simple question. When you repented, did the image of all the people you once slayed in cold-blood, and abject hatred ever come to mind? The same people you now kill for, were once your mortal enemies who knew not the fury of darkness, and hellfire. To you, they were simple fodder for your eternal bloodlust and temper.
You are the same exact Gijan who supposedly has 'repented' and learned the error of his ways. Now, you whine about how the church wont let you kill as much as you want to. I can picture you and Israfel in your little tent together, giggling like delosian women whose husbands just gave them a sack of gold to go shopping. In anticipation of the declaration that you two have schemed, you two probably settled down to a nice glass of wine, and a big piece of mutton to lick upon. I salute you, and your new... friend on achieving your ultimate goal.
Having the skillset of power, and being able to use it for your neverending bloodlust. As in the past, you will be weeded out with the rest of the bad seeds who reflect poorly upon such an upstanding institution.
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 251 AF.
Right!
Written by: Sol Lajon, the Seventh Circle of Dust
Date: Wednesday, June 28th, 2000
Addressed to: Mak Fawa Gijan, the End Incarnate
Talk is cheap
Repent or die
Gijan, the one and only harvester of Boom Beans.
Had you ended your post there, as I'm sure you intended to to illustrate how valid points, and arguments have no bearing, or basis in your existance, I might have actually commended you on a well-thought out post.
However, you felt the need to..... validate your opinion about my (now all-time favorite) warcry. To be honest, I do nothing for the masses. I could give 2 hells about the masses. I only care about watching you squirm in anguished agony, as your uncontrollable temper flares to all time heights. It's simple amusement. Something to pass the time. My discussions with Israfel have only proven to be dissapointing, for the logic I present is met with excuses and more Pseudo-God bullcrap. I simply dont have the energy to listen to his ramblings of underground cults, and death by urination of holiness. I now turn to you Gijan, and ask you one simple question. When you repented, did the image of all the people you once slayed in cold-blood, and abject hatred ever come to mind? The same people you now kill for, were once your mortal enemies who knew not the fury of darkness, and hellfire. To you, they were simple fodder for your eternal bloodlust and temper.
You are the same exact Gijan who supposedly has 'repented' and learned the error of his ways. Now, you whine about how the church wont let you kill as much as you want to. I can picture you and Israfel in your little tent together, giggling like delosian women whose husbands just gave them a sack of gold to go shopping. In anticipation of the declaration that you two have schemed, you two probably settled down to a nice glass of wine, and a big piece of mutton to lick upon. I salute you, and your new... friend on achieving your ultimate goal.
Having the skillset of power, and being able to use it for your neverending bloodlust. As in the past, you will be weeded out with the rest of the bad seeds who reflect poorly upon such an upstanding institution.
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 251 AF.