You're scary.

You seek vengeance for the sake of a candle? You're a scary old man, aren't you? And when your lamp runs out of oil you seek to exact retribution against the ancient beasts of antiquity (which Lord Genesis has mischievously placed to baffle future generations of scientists and theologists) for their poor combustible qualities?

You must have been deeply wronged as a child to hold vengeance as your guiding light. Darn, there's light back into things again. Never heard of guiding darkness, have you?


Written by my hand on the 21st of Skyelong, in the year 1121.