You have got to be the worlds toughest motherfucker or the stupidest. The hunt is on. And mark my words. I WILL SEE YOU. let there be no mistake. I need a good night out. Get a little grimey,get a little city up in here. Show my fucking roots. Show my fucking teeth. FUCH the shack of noctem aeternus. The Gray Council has arisen again. "Blood will beget blood" that is what was told to me. I love the smell of iron oxide in the air. I love pain. Any day is a good day for an ass whoopin.
People sometimes threaten someone not realizing that the person they are doing it to has certain resources at his disposal. Now I'm being told "once, and only once" that the House of RPGers aternus That their houseboy Myradu is under protection. Well well well, Papa Hen came home to roost and Little ol' me must listen to what he says? Hmmmm, you obviously haven't been paying attention. You claim to be a house of over 20 strong. Well motherfuckers. My pack is 3 deep. We hunt for the thrill. Our law is death. Thy will be done, when the moon reflects full, the light of the sun.
Why when threatened do people feel the urge to spout verbal fecal matter instead of bearing their claws and fangs and just GO TO WAR. I am but a mere mortal. My tribune is swift, unjust and depraved. There is no rhyme or reason. Only retribution. Only a lust to see our enemies bleed and beg for thei petty lives. My pack runs like the cold winter air. I am so tired of being indoors. I am sooo sick of this shit, of having to succumb to the masses that tell me to "be a better man" ...to "just let it go"
To know me is to fear me. To befriend me is to love me. To fucking assume that I CARE WHAT CONSEQUENCES will be is an excercise in futility. I am insane, by all means, do NOT think otherwise. Death is just the beginning. Is it time for me to become the wolfe? Is it time to hunt my prey and taste vengance?
Is it time?
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