Well met, Chammilla.

Apparently, during your break, things have happened. It's quite
a consistant sort of thing, to find people that whine about things
they're either too weak or too lazy to fix themselves. A continual,
endless batter of trash and idiocy. Pissing and whining. I've come to
recognize alot of this in these realms.

Whether for `false pretense`, or `false prophet`, there is - almost -
always reasoning as to why someone was slain. Usually, it's because
they opened their mouth, and when someone else put their foot in said
individuals mouth, they run away crying and tell about how the big,
bad, mean person decided to pick on them for no reason at all.

Not to assume, but more than likely, if you bother to reply at all
you're
going to tell me that I don't know the whole story. Or who you're
talking
about. Or who the said evil individuals are. Or my arse from a hole in
the
ground, as is once again, consistant for Sapience to do when they're
actually confronted.

Your friends, brothers, sisters, mother, father, and whoever else, most
likely did something to deserve having their head severed from their
neck and what not else, whatever may have been done to them postmortem.

No matter which way you have it, if your closest, dearest friend
insulted me,
I am allowed to cleave the upper half of his, or her, head apart from
the
other, and remove their bitter tongue. Were I to have a `Lady`, and were
someone to insult her honour, refer to the previous statement.

Perhaps the ones who should dig a hole into the ground and lick their
wounds, are the ones who got them. Perhaps the ones who got killed,
should find something to dedicate their life to instead of running their
mouthes and -getting- killed. Last, but not least, of course there's
more to life than killing. Slaughter is just one of the more amusing
past-times here in Sapience. I'm sure you'll adjust some day...


Be well.
Tear Liang

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Chronos, in the year 299 AF.