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1/20/2015 10:39:10 PM
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I don't understand and I don't trust you.
[spoiler]Impostor. [/spoiler]
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It's okay. Nobody trusts me anyway. :/
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You [i]did[/i] tell me that you were an evil sword. But I trusted Shpip! Everyone did! He was the honestest, kindestest, charmingest motherfuсker I've ever met and you've taken him from me...
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I'm sure he would enjoy those sentimental compliments... If I hadn't killed him.
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You are filth. Only a thing born of pure hatred and bred in the most oppressive cesspool of depravity could ever even conceive of harming someone like Shpip. Considering that Shpip's face can disarm barbarians, defuse ticking time bombs, and (studies have shown) increase longevity in people and kittens, you would also need to be completely oblivious to the tender warmth of his gentle features. My conclusion: you are Evil. Not "you have evil characteristics", but you [i]are[/i] Evil; [i]The[/i] Evil. And I will find you.
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Ah, but that is the beauty of it. His body is now an empty husk for my presence to preside. My tendrils linger over the soul that once inhabited this shell like a token of compliance. As time fades on, I take that which belongs to me. My hunger knows no bounds, as it shall be. Long ago I was banished into this impenetrable instrument of steel and obsidian ash. With the possession of this petty mortal, I bid the planes to open themselves to I. The worlds in which we manifest will soon be identical. Life shall crumble, and like you all, I shall consume it. The only one who can rid me is Shpip himself. He has already proven to me that he is too weak. Your ally rests upon his final days. If you wish to seek me, then I thank you. For you have blessed me with sloth.
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FOLLY! You truly know not what you have brought upon yourself! Never have I seen one walk so willingly to their own annihilation; is this what you yearn for, an abrupt and total cessation of existence? Shpip is not the mere mortal you mistake him for. His soul has the eminence of a god's and his will shatters the most furious onslaught with the same effort as the intake of breath! And he has the strength of ten Grinches, plus two! And if what you say is true; that somehow you have such influence or deviousness as to slither your corruption into the only true beacon of light and hope that humanity still has, then I shall stop you! For while Shpip may let his kindness stand in the way of the just defeat of the twisted, no such mercy awaits any foe in my path! You shall be destroyed and the glory of Shpip restored, foul thing!
