Greetings, Aetherius. Yet again I must bore you.

While the story I told is not fact, it is still, in no way, opinion.

Now, in regards to Public Post No. 1424:

"Trez, you are the biggest idiot. The only arguments you ever make: "But
you didn't counter any of my points." and "But that's just opinion.""

It is an honor to be considered the biggest of idiots. There are several
hundred thousand idiots in this world. To be the biggest, is to command
an army of immense proportions.

"First off, buddy, who cares about your arguments? They are weak and
filled with whine. I'm sorry, but Aetherius doesn't care about anything
you say."

Never did I claim anyone cared about my arguments. I honestly fail to
see where you got this idea from. My arguments, however, are not weak.
And how anything can be filled with something neither tangible nor a
noun baffles me.

"Now, now. I know your reply is going to be something along the lines of
"But that's just opinion!!!" Aetherius, let me give you an insider's
view of Grand Strategist Trez's outlook on Fact vs Opinion:"

While I am glad that you demonstrate my superiority over you by
addressing me by my rank, I would wish your slander would be more
effective. I think everyone can simply go back and read the paraphrased
conversation, in which Evadne claimed I could never kill her.

Yet again I disprove you. Last month, amidst your complaints that I only
killed you in a team (one situation in which these complaints arose, I
had not fought you at all, merely animated your corpse. In the other,
several of my allies removed you from your own team, along with the rest
of your allies.), I entered your city, incapacitated you, and killed
you.

While I had assistance leaving and entering the city, I fought you
alone. I killed you in front of your fiance, whom was attacking me with
the abilities of a Jaguar. While in our second encounter I was paralyzed
for the entire battle, and never got an attack in, this time it was you
whom never got a attack in. You hastily unwielded your mithril sabres,
for reasons beyond me, and then uttered the words, "Flick trez." With
six dextrous flashes of a blade from myself, you uttered the word,
"Maidenhair." And another slash from my sabre left you as a corpse.

I do commend your fiance, however, for managing to cause a concussion
onto myself. Volpe Bharathian Anar, I'll be seeing you soon. This and
the presence of one of your allies, one Sinahr LeBlanc, whom had
witnessed the entire fight, and responded by assuming a defensive
position, gave me the thought that it'd be in my best interest to flee.
As fighting a Wardancer with a concussion is not the smartest idea. I
also suspected a fleet of guards would be arriving. Ever paranoid as I
am, I could be incorrect with that one.

My apologies if I have gotten any of your names wrong, for I am still
recovering from the concussion.

-The Iconoclast, Trez Blackmoor, Mortificare of the Diavlous

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Bellum, in the year 449 AD.