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[heroisms]

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated, Sheol.

[ a small laugh ]

...And yet, it seems almost fitting that once I am gone, the entire City becomes a madhouse -- who have we to blame this time, I wonder? Is it the Scientists? Errol? The Knightmare? Is poor, weak Mister Sulivan up to his old tricks yet again? [ snort ] Or perhaps Testament

Comments

[pissedkitty]

Arrogance smells.

[heroisms]

As do the quivering masses of idiots I am forced to surround myself with. Your point?

[pissedkitty]

If you were as mighty as you claim to be, you would have acted already instead of running your mouth off like a powerless child who must use his vocal chords to get across his points.

[heroisms]

It takes little to speak of others faults; how about you back up what you spew with a show of strength?

I'll be waiting outside of Horton, if you're man enough.

[pissedkitty]

...Hm.

Do you have your chip removed?

[heroisms]

Would it matter?

[pissedkitty]

No. I'll be there shortly.