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Public News Post #7584

Give it up

Written by: Lord of the Damned, Sir Zero Montaganet
Date: Saturday, December 16th, 2000
Addressed to: Enlightened Ashgrog of The Synod


Ashgrog, no one listens to you or cares about having or promoting peace. Oh, and no one loves you boy, so why say you love them? The last thing I want to see wandering around is another pro-peace organization.

Anyway, here's some thoughts that I have:
Greetings hypocritical churchies!
Know this you weak fools! Soon the whirlwind of my anguish shall behead your foolish souls. Like a whirlpool of doom, you shall all be easily destroyed in the face of the overwhelming power of my despair. None shall be saved.
If you weaklings had any sense of evil, you should wish that I kill you evily and eagerly. Believe me, the living will envy the dead when I behead all the squealing mortals who dare oppose me. Cower now, insects and I may show you a token of mercy. But, more likely I shall incinerate you in a tornado of dread. You have been warned, idiots.

Sincerely, Zero, whirling avalanche of horror.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 265 AF.


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Public News Post #7584

Give it up

Written by: Lord of the Damned, Sir Zero Montaganet
Date: Saturday, December 16th, 2000
Addressed to: Enlightened Ashgrog of The Synod


Ashgrog, no one listens to you or cares about having or promoting peace. Oh, and no one loves you boy, so why say you love them? The last thing I want to see wandering around is another pro-peace organization.

Anyway, here's some thoughts that I have:
Greetings hypocritical churchies!
Know this you weak fools! Soon the whirlwind of my anguish shall behead your foolish souls. Like a whirlpool of doom, you shall all be easily destroyed in the face of the overwhelming power of my despair. None shall be saved.
If you weaklings had any sense of evil, you should wish that I kill you evily and eagerly. Believe me, the living will envy the dead when I behead all the squealing mortals who dare oppose me. Cower now, insects and I may show you a token of mercy. But, more likely I shall incinerate you in a tornado of dread. You have been warned, idiots.

Sincerely, Zero, whirling avalanche of horror.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 265 AF.


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