I hearby swear that I will make torturing and killing Zeni, my number one goal in Avalon, for the rest of my entire existance. I will not think of anything else until I have stripped, killed, burnt the bastard.
I'm gonna pull his toe-nails out with pliers, use a fork to remove his ears and then I will crucify him.
In case you hadnt gathered he killed me a number of times tonight, but not once did he fight what I would call fairly.
He is so so dead, if you see me wondering past you without saying hello, it's because I am dreaming up new and nastier ways for him to die.
A very pissed off and very mad Blueskull, the vengefull, physcotic bear.
Written by my hand on the 22nd of Midsummer, in the year 969.