You gush like a Bardic weeping-opera and beseech Aetherius to make their
own judgements about a past that somehow contains as much failure when
it comes to you as you continue to generate (at an alarming rate) now.
No one cares that you are an idiot. No one cares that you like to talk a
lot. Talk a lot somewhere else. But not about Loxley. I guarantee you
that the giant hand of retribution will come down from the heavens and
slap you in the face, over and over, and make you cry like a little girl
if you continue in that line of conversation. As I think everyone can
glean from your "Let's stop killing people" post, there's little sense
to be had from your feeble mind, but honestly, I say this in your best
interest: say another word about Loxley, and people will come looking
for you.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Ultio, in the year 519 AD.