Dear Sweet, Innocent Silverstorm, doer of no wrong. The evil righter of
wrongs, the paragon for truth, justice, and the self serving way.

I would like to apologize for my action yesterday. If I were truly
capable in this realm...I would have done it much sooner, and devoted
more effort into ending your life than I did. For that, I really
apologize. For having the brain capacity of the common housefly, your
memory can only remember minutes at a time, where hopefully the rest of
us can recall days, months, even years.

So if I could borrow some of your time, hopefully it won't cut into your
feeding of hungry orphans, the saving of Achaea's vast rainforests, or
helping an old lady cross the road, as I could not stand to tear you
away from those just, and innocent pursuits to make Achaea a better
place for Achaeans to live.

As I dwell through the past looking at what has happened, and what I've
done I see these things...ticks, men of fire, evil old ladies, and a pig
dog or something..a chimera! All of these eerie creatures are huddled
around Silverstorm, simpering and drooling..waiting for something to
latch on to..in a tongue not known to monks Silverstorm points at me and
these entourage of beings hurtles in my direction, in order to (I know
this now having reflected upon it) give me snuggles and hugs just like
the druids do, they just..happen to bite..and scratch, and decay my
limbs without they're knowledge. Of course the poor dears are to weak to
latch on to me...so Silverstorm helps keep me still so they can give me
big ol' bearhugs by throwing masses of rope and webbing on me! Finally,
when the normal crew is tired and weak from hugging me all
day..Silverstorm in this arcane language says "Attack Calhoun"+...and
this towering beast of some other world leaps at me to give me the
biggest hug and pounce ever seen in this world...but his claws hit me
first...completely by accident.

+ - Attack Calhoun. Contrary to popular belief, Attack is not an
aggressive or harmful action. It is a derivative of the most arcane
language, from the verb 'To love'. When modified to give a command..it
sounds similiar to 'Attack' but it truly is not intended to mean "go
kill", rather it means "Go love on Calhoun".

I would like to offer my humblest apologies to you..the Pristine Virgin
of Achaean Ideals. How I ever mistook the broken limbs, the fire, the
net, the webs, the decaying, the swearing, the lust, the aeon, and of
course..than gang style cuddling of Ashtanites Occultists...and of
course..the loving ways of Lord Taug. How I -ever- mistook that as an
aggressive action worthy of snapping your spine...is just..I cannot bear
to live anymore, knowing I have wronged you in such a horrific way!

Enough foolishness..

Lets try again.

You snivelling little runt. I killed you because you're a little pain in
the ass that runs around trying to perfect the web/web/web tactics 1 on
1. Unfortunately only idiots web tattoos. You team, you deceive (quite
sadly I might add) and pretty much typical achaean who can produce a
valid reason to kill by getting involved aggressively in anything. The
fact you cannot defend yourself, and die to mind disrupt is not my
problem. You struck the first flow with your little pet, not on me, but
on many others besides me. As Andelas and Dresden, Tranquility, and many
other fighters out there will agree, if you aid in the act of murdering
me, or attacking me, I am allowed to collect retribution for that
action. Quitting the Quisalis Mark does not negate that fact that you
attacked me, or anyone else. So I suggest you get used to posting on how
abused you are, because you have about four more coming.

I am sorry for bursting your bubble of how you are the perfect achaean
angel. Rather you are the whiny, half-cocked people who like to gather
the drivel oozing from the corner of their mouths, and mold it something
resembling a decent argument and go run to ashtan giggling and
snickering whispering about how witty your post was and how you're going
to change the entire worlds view with one post.

Get a clue little girl

Calhoun

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 299 AF.