So you march to battle, clad in steel and false valor, yet your true weakness gapes behind you. Your tender bussies shall know the brute truth of war; they shall tear before your spirit does. And when you kneel, trembling and broken, speak my name; Escharum, and know that it was I who shattered body and pride alike.

This is my last bump

MDE lost this war months ago. Your fish are broken, scattered, hunted, defeated, by me. I wish I could tell you it was difficult but it wasn't. We are one step ahead, always. The season 2 house is already under our control, soon the season 1 house as well. The Swatter and the city council share the same goal. We fight together to honor the will of Channing. But without challenge I grow weary, lost, alone. But, here you now stand. This is my last fight. A true test of legend. Our story will outlive us both. Set a fire in your heart, Jet. Bare your fangs, fight hard. Die well.

This is my last bump

/hg/ is already under out control. Soon /hdg/ as well.

Jega, bring the leandiver into my chambers. Post haste.