Greetings those of dying blood,

I shall start with you, dearest Chammilla. How foolish of you to attack
my guild directly... you are surely biting off more than you can chew.
As I said before, little girl, I refuse to explain my actions anymore, I
know why I do what I do, and I know when it will stop, that is what is
important. As for you, you have harrassed and attempted to slay many
allies of mine... in teams as well *shake* What a coward... Either way,
we will soon make you pay, that is a promise I intend to see carried
out, Kapish?

Now, as for those with your dispicable attempts at manhood by violating
my right to be myself. Understand this. You tell me that you are 'good',
you are 'just', and the whole tiem fail to see your own hate. Your hate
for me, my brethren, and my beliefs. We have planted the seeds of hate
within you, we have watered them. I promise, they shall grow, and when
they do they will, as they did with me, consume your soul. When they do,
then you will see the truth, that life is not about justice and serving
some oppressive version of 'good'. It is rather about ones own success
and triumph, to live, to learn, and to conquer! So let the hate flow
freely, I promise, the pain will only last a little longer.

And for the rest, you are wise in cowering, for no matter how often I
may feed my soul for the right to live to the great Logos, I will
return, and with each return I shall make you more, and more miserable.
You are wise in cowering, unwise in not leaving the oppressives of
Shallam, and in danger, for though you cower before me and my fellows,
until you admit to the truth we shall make your pointless lives
miserable.

Now, those are my three cents as to you fellows who think you mean
anything to anybody. Now leave me be, you are only making things worse
for your friends and allies, admit that I am who I am, and that I am
rightfully so, and the suffering will end. That is all I have to say to
you, Shallamites, churchies, and all the righteous biggots of Achaea.


Let the hate grow, for soon I will own your very soul!

The Boss
Darknight Sioraiocht

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Sarapin, in the year 311 AF.