My brief appearances in the land these days rarely prompt me to
communicate to anyone for any reason, but your recent post brings me to
say this to you:

You are an obtuse thug. You are nothing but a slobbering id, wrapped in
what you believe to be a cloak of nobility and justice.

Time slowly pulls back the veil of innocence that the treacherous wear,
revealing them for what they truly are. Your efforts to hide are for
naught.

I know that your first simian instinct is to best me on the battlefield,
but don't bother. I won't let you. Instead, keep entertaining Sapience
with your endless excuses and lies. They befit an aging, confused trull
like yourself.

Shub

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chronos, in the year 293 AF.