Dear Evilites

Firstly, I'd like to thank Antarax for taking a few moments to bother to
make me feel like an enemy, although I must say that your verbal abuse
skills aren't very good. It takes a little more than a quick kill to
make me feel really persecuted and hated, loquatious person that I am.
Indeed it is often noted that I have a tendency towards hyperbole so
excuse my exuberant outpourings if you will.

Now, I was politely informed that if I were to make a public apology, I
would be allowed to do my shopping untroubled. However, need I explain
yet again that I have explicitly asked to be beaten, cursed, harried and
generally made to feel reviled. Therefore I would like to make another
apology following from my first one regarding dear Andelas:

I cannot apologise more profusely for the fact that the members Order of
Evil have become so increasingly lobotomised that they find it
impossible to engage in a good old fasioned battle of wits and really
insult their prey when they are killing, have killed or are thinking of
killing them. One would think that a really cutting remark to kick the
enemy while they are down would be appropriate, in order to assert their
superiority in mind as well as body. the best they can come up with is
"My daddy will like his new essence" or, "Say sorry and I won't do it
again".

Please! What are you? It must be a requirement of joining the Order of
Evil that you have the part of the brain which harbours imagination,
creativity and wit completely removed, leaving a dry, useless organ
attached to the beefy shoulders of the "strong" people, who are so
utterly feeble minded that they cannot even think of a good put down
when they have smashed another individual into the ground becausee said
victim couldnt even be bothered to raise their hands?

Just look at the weak posts we get in reply....You'll pay for that you
scoundrels! Our daddy's gonna get you! Joining the queue of pain are
you? For Evil's sake, can these people not dredge up even the most
minuscule element of originality?

What reply will I get to this post, if any? I would imagine that some
wheezy little individual who overheard his friends say that I need to be
brought down a peg or two will very politely sidle up to me, run me
through with a sword, say "Thank you, daddy will enjoy his new essense"
and stroll off to pat himself on the back for being such a champion.

I laugh at your miserable excuse of an order who cannot even be bothered
to make the lives of their enemies hell. using the excuse that there's a
lot of them about these days just isn't good enough! From what i've
seen, there's only ever three of you on at once and you can't even be
bothered to amass enough courage to insult us from inside Ashtan.

Strength of Mind is every bit as important as strength of Might. Any
form of weakness is frowned upon by your Daddy, so make him proud, take
me on, say something that daddy didn't say you were allowed to say in
case you put your foot in it and say something to make you look as weak
as you really are.

So there it is. I am really sorry that you are all too brainless to give
me a REAL fight.
Armelia

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 284 AF.