Hey all you stupid fellers,

For the love of the Gods, or leeching off of wombat corpses or abandoned orphan children or whatever it is that you damned imbeciles do over there when you're not mating with everyone else in your house at the same time, staring into space, or talking to the ear you drew on the wall just to feel like someone was listening.

Nobody gives a rat's Zsadist who stole what amounts to my monthly bar tab from whichever useless House they belonged to before they decided to go participate in some other worthless collective of garbage.

I am almost tempted to -pay- someone one and a half million golden sovereigns to shut the Pit up about it.

-Rashar



Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Slyphian, in the year 450 MA.