you're going down

As a birthday present you should ban him so he couldn't read this

Send all your resources to me. Then I delete. Then you delete. Then we join a bigger and better family.

"Praise be to the great Ansat!
Glory belong to all who crush
followers of the Kyss'tar.
Turn'th away from the ways
of the order and join in
salvation from Ansat Below!"
- Ansat's call of Salvation through High Priest

    Plap... plup-plap... plup was the sound
of the rain hitting the arc of the High Priest.
It took 12 of the damned to support it's weight.
They carried it through the mud that rainy day
on the path to Singador. None dared lift their
feet too high lest they splash mud on the
brilliant gold of the arc. Their position carrying
the sacred arc was much coveted by the thousands
of followers trailing--just waiting to get a
chance to pay off their debt to the Great Ansat.
Inside sat the High Priest. Safeguarded by heavy
silk curtains He slouched.
    His goal was simple. The return of the
Order of Kyss'Tar needed to be strategically
and ruthlessly stopped. The promises of Ansat
could not stand against the judgment of the true
deity. Ansat--just a perverted figment of his
imagination--would be exposed. With not many years
left in High Priest's life, winning the tournament
with his muscle would not be an option.
    Outside the slaves grunted. The sound of
splashing mud drowned out the sounds of the High
Priest's scribbling. Plans for his first battle,
poured out of his quill as if they were truly
of divine inspiration. His first victory would
conclude with a bang.
    Appearing over the horizon was singador.
With the Arc in front and the Army behind, Ansat's
war with the order of Kyss'Tar was about to begin.

You guys better cool it down or 1619 will be on your ass!

Still healing from when Zarf broke his heart

I got half way through it. Who can read farther?

Black dude having a bad hair day?

Richard Blackwood?

Amadou?

Wow you're back already! Those are pretty awesome btw. Very creepy