WEAVE SCATHING <-(Not A Parsing Typo)
#27000

This is the first/last/only time I will address you publicly and directly:


First of all, notice that I have not spoken to you directly since very shortly after my return here. This is a deliberate action, not coincidental, nor unconscious. I have nothing left to say to you but the following, and we both know why. (For the curious: it's in large part because she not only undermined my guild and profession, but conspired significantly with others already established here, to make it happen. The rest has to do with our personal interactions since.) Never assume when I ask a question (and you happen to be around) that I'm either speaking to you, or have any interest in what you have to say. You are the one source of information here from which I find it more reprehensible to learn than simply remain in the dark.


Secondly, if you're going to try to insult my intelligence (e. g. \"luddite\"), at least bother to understand the words you're using. When you improperly use words to insult someone's intellect, it's funny in the same way as when you see an idiot try to club an undeserving victim in the genitals, only to miss and accidentally hit his own. Low-brow? Perhaps. Hilarious? Absolutely. I am a luddite in the same fashion as is a fish who insists the \"progress\" of removing all the water from his tank is both unnecessary and long-term detrimental. Sure, it may be great for the snake and scorpion, but I'm a fish.


Finally, (Isn't it a nice cliche to make points in groupings of three?) and most relevantly: you, personally, are nothing to me. Furthermore, neither are you anything but chaff to those you serve. You're a pawn. You do understand that, right? For all your effort, work, involvement, self-aggrandisation and scheming: you're nothing more than a piece moved along the chessboard, as easily discarded and dismissed as any other. And while I'm on this topic-- since I know how you love ad-hominem: you're a pathetic sub-humanoid latrine, and worse than a waste of space.

I will literally SUICIDE before accepting any gift/help/knowledge from you. I would sooner orally pleasure the entire Sorcerers' guild than hear another harpyesque syllable vomit forth from your fetid lips. I'm sure you'll have some catty, attempt-at-offensive reply-- I won't be reading it. I'm not interested. Get it through your fetal-alcohol-syndrom-induced-under-developed brain, and try to move on with your life-- or else you can obsess over your revenge on me and prove that I'm more important to you than you are to me.


In summary: do all of Avalon a favour, and kill yourself. No matter what you say or do, you're already nothing but a ghost to me.


Written and shown unedited exactly as rendered by text based game bulletin board on Avalon Online RPG and by my hand on the 24th of Eleuthral, in the year 1396.