For those of you who know me or know of me you know that I do not care
about your petty lives or fragile emotions. If you know anything about
me, Iloum Vian'cirith, it is that I am a dirty, low down scoundrel,
s.o.b. who is not afraid to hit low and below the belt. If this is news
to you get your head out of the Sahhari and wake up. If you find me
offensive...guess what don't interact with me. Do not attack me while I
hunt minding my own business, insult myself order or person, then choose
to ignore me. Don't go out attacking me when I hunt minding my own
business and then cry to me that you have had your flesh burnt from your
body--oh poor poor baby...cry-- by the power of the Griever. So, in
short...I don't care if you don't like me, I never have and I never
will. I don't care if you don't like my actions and I assume most
won't...the fact is if you don't want to your fragile feelings hurt and
your soul touched by my hate and my vile as it were...then do not
interact with me. This Lament of the Griever plays dirty and is
cruel...he is vile and nasty. Do not attack me and then not expect me to
rip out your heart and shove down your throat, figuratively and
literally. There...its been said publicly...take it as a warning if you
like but now none of you should be surprised what happens when one of
you decides to interfere in my affairs and you have quite a simple
solution...stay away from me. The alternative has some of you have found
is not snuggly or cute...its mean and down right hateful and awful.
You've been warned.
Iloum Vian'cirith, Lament of the Griever

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Halitus, in the year 547 AD.