Mere words.

Finbar, Illuminatito Blotto, the Red Tide

Again, mere words from an unaccomplished wannabe. The history of exchanges

between us has been marked solely by your constant running to stock and guild

seeking merely to kill off my mounts. Indeed, in our last challenge, you bested

me, only to die immediately to me upon my resurection, even with Ender, the rear

admiral (pun intended) in tow.

For this, my unicorn died and was offered by you, and then you hightailed it to

outp athillias

eat athillias

outp athillias stock and logged off after i killed -- but did not offer your steeds. Only after

you had left, did I rethink and remember that giving you the honour of not offering

your steeds was a waste of my energies, so I offered all your mounts.

You run, you hide, you make excuses. You issue challenges to less experienced and

less skilled on most occasions, and you mostly just talk talk talk.

When are you jumping off the cliff, I have all my reserved seats sold, and merely

need a date.

Written by my hand on the 28th of Ilmarael, in the year 1121.