Urashima,

While I'm sure you're committing a valiant attempt to make some remnant
of a point, it's failing miserably and simply embarassing you in an
amount of ways that seems to be too high for you to count. Rest assured
that, if you could breathe, I'd force you to read your massive textual
wall without taking a breath as your lack of punctuation implies. As a
matter of fact, from this day forward, whenever someone angers me, I
will not harm them physically. I will refer them to your whining, and I
will make them read it as it is written, and watch them squirm and
struggle as they asphyxiate themselves.

Truly, I would attempt to intellectually respond to you since you
mentioned my name in your hissing-and-spitting vent... however, I'm
unsure if even the wisest of men or women could make sense of what you
did. You make a certain imp's writing suddenly look like the most
intelligent pieces of thought in the entire world, and if one knows who
I speak of, one knows how great a verdict that is to make.

If you wish to make a point, make one that is understandable, please. If
not for your own sake, then for the sakes of all Aetolians who read
these forums. You chose to embrace your darkness by becoming a vampire,
Urashima - that makes you of darkness, strangely enough. Unless you
choose to attempt to your fullest ability to shun these chains which now
imprison you and welcome the Lifebringer again as a part of your life -
or, unlife, as the case may be - you are of darkness. I'm also very sure
that others feel the same as you do, and I'm sure they'd agree with you
and sympathize, however... I will crown them kings or queens of
intelligence if they can, indeed, make sense of your ramblings.

I humbly request you attend a class in the Enorian university, or
perhaps read some books to educate yourself on what is righteously
sticking up for oneself, and what is all-out making a fool of yourself.
I truthfully lost count of how many instances you said 'wow' or 'ok'.
And any factor of impressiveness you were attempting to make by using
those interjections was lost throughout due to the repitious nature in
which you slung them.

My last request of you. Do not call me 'buddy'.

In sincere regards,
Osifer

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Haernos, in the year 135 MA.