your worthless threats.

Ronethto Thieflord Plaman, The Duke of Chaos

shut your damn mouth thief, i'm gonna cut your eyelids off and hurl sleep enchantments at you for the rest of eternity, and really do quit with the threats and so you say..... just Bring it, me and the rest of the board know your word means nuthing sin

ce you lie like a rug.

Roneth, who will have fun teaming Plaman with cushy teams over the next few day's

Written by my hand on the 8th of Midwinter, in the year 1024.