So I'm curious, in this delusional world that you fancy yourself so
superior in, do you find yourself crossing your T's, dotting your I's,
and stabbing people for dangling their participles just so your brains
don't fall out of your arse? It's abhorrently clear to anyone with half
their wits intact that you didn't understand anything of what Lady Eris
posted. People who know not what they speak of should sit quietly in a
corner and invest themselves in self-mutilation or some other such
hobby.

In Chaos, CHAOS, ChAoS, and cHaOS, I Remain,
Gwenhwyfar

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 308 AF.