Please, try not to growl or froth at the mouth when accusing me of being
a feral dog. Your life is dictated by the blood you liberate from the
youth of the world. Your mere existance hinges upon how many times you
kill for no reason. Your every breath is some inanity of a deranged man
resembling the words 'noob' or 'newb' I am not sure on the precise
pronunciation or inflection of the demonic word, but please, do
enlighten us as to where you find a place to even judge the character of
another.

I apologize for airing our Harker's and my little pissing contest. One
of us unrighteously stripped the other of citizenship so this
conversation was forced into the public arena where one of us relied
upon public opinion to bolster his argument. I've always been one to
settle arguments and malcontent man to man and face to face. However,
this was not an option and you all were subjected to my angst-filled,
longwinded discourse. I highly doubt that any amount of posting will
sway Harker's perception of me being his traitorous, scheming child of a
once-brother or my perception of Harker being a back stabbing
mouthpiece. I'm sure we are all quite aware of who will win the
popularity campaign my once brother is trying to wage. But alas, such is
the game board apparently.

Kabal Brynja.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Bellum, in the year 474 AD.