My issues with certain people started long before the H8 box fiasco, and the goading there in. Case in point the words of a redeemed traitor or various arm chair aggressors and their hostile posts. Instead of a discussion my ideas were met with outright profanity, and when I defended them (because nobody else would) I was crucified and villainous, by those party to the conversation and those outside of the discussion siding with them. Receiving hate PM's concerning the discussion, directing me as at fault for my perspectives and personal opinions (of which I am apparently the only person here not allowed to have), or getting PM's of peace cloaked in friendship laced with blame and insinuating my downfalls or wrong doing.

This leading me to believe a Traitors word was well received more so then my own good standing word, and that a good nature effort for change was unwelcome as opposed to the willful and unflinching dogma of the stubborn tyrannical view points commanded by a knight/s of equal rank. I bow before no one, lest it be Jet or Romes, and to assume I should shows them a spoiled bully, or those attempting to have me capitulate and fall to my knees in supplication a ignorant wretch unworthy of knighthood in MY OPINION. All that was asked is that I be given voice in some cases, or offer ideas in others, and nary a kind word be offered, nor encouraging would it be, and if in disagreement then let it be simply so no need for further poisoned words. My how quick were they to feast upon my bones to see my fall. Poetics aside, there are only two ways I'd lead any faction, especially PS2 now, both of which I highly doubt possible and both of which I leave you all to contemplate.

I thank those of you with kind words, especially you Jet.

I am Wrath, I am Steel, I am the Mercy of Angels.
mors est merces mea – death is my reward
morte in vitam non habet tenaci - Death has no grip on Life.
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