Sa-Fedaykin Pahn, Blades of Nightto Kal Zakath

As you clearly have no idea what you are takling about (once again), I suggest you simply stop boring us all with your endless string of posts about nonsense.

I've said this before and I'll say it again. I don't care how you think Springdale is. I don't care how you think I should behave or how Springdale should behave. Your opinion rates somewhere between my unicorns dung and the saliva dribbling down the chin of Sa-Fedaykin Noobie in the Kenkria wood.

Jealousy seems to be the hot color of these past years. Suits you quite well, Zakath.

Sa-Fedaykin Pahn, Blades of Night

Written by my hand on the 11th of Agamnion, in the year 1157.