this world i traverse as an unpaid mercenary. unscathed by any incoming bandit, whether a vigilant or diligent empire resident of royalty. handling all commission through messengers by means of a purse and resonant loyalty....one that goes masked and untrusting! fast and undusting himself almost instantly to keep his distance from the imperial factions. their material interests and monetary obviousness is ominous. if you know what i speak of, raise your hand in quick action...right now i am in the darkened hideout in the crevice of the earth, relished with the greatest of all warriors, trained unconventionally...for each the same purpose intentionally to rid and redefine of all the worthless scum who live over head in strongholds of gold partying, sipping rum. heartily wasting away unknowingly, their skill is undeveloped to ever take on the enemy. advertising and warning of their 'take-over' but none such will be true if WE stand in the way of the 'fake-rovers' and 'chainlinked-steaktoothed-platinum wisdom of falsity make-overs'...cloaked by diamond studded armor, our rags and unrefined vests next to their stunning shined wrists has us to be forgotten if stood next to each other, WITHOUT SPEAKING A WORD AT LEAST. for if i unsheathed my wordslayer, the slaughter will commence of the unprepared to be closer for a WORLD AT PEACE....that is without these 'hollering' monsters that lay claim to being 'murderers', is unheard of as even a harmful band of armful hands of meaningless trickery and bickering......when the resistance leaves their hideout, they slide out into the trenches to smoke the stupid like hickory. and their strategists are left as just remains of the carnage by every single of our wordslayers, ALL UNLEASHED...to feast on the blood of sore sorcerers, composing jokes of spells in a measure for their soldiers to carry over....their bandplayers concoct such artificial musical nonsense to bring them into war. wring them in to spar. cling to their eyes as an ambush in the forested is moreso a slash and surprise, a hit and run, or fight to the death as they retreat to their emcampments. a defenseless fortress now that many have left it untrusted...but even WE cannot be trusted for over the years of fighting they have become tired of fighting without a sum. as a result they are TRAITORS, forgetting the skill trading in the saying 'ignorance is bliss' and living onto that MENACINGLY....when will the denizens learn to take sides of the ones who shed their tales for an actual cause...though appear in smaller numbers, they gore and clash with a less of a flaw..............?????? if you know what i speak of, raise your hand and then the relation will be translated for all to witness as I ASSURE you this will occur in the future, in some form or another, in a culture where it was once said 'word to your mother' but is now much well-bred....well, at least a portion of it. absorption emits from those hit when the course of it's aborted a bit....the quitters in other words try to hit back their before-allies, but fail ENORMOUSLY. every time we're attacked we grow much INVINCIBLE to which of whom fights without knowing the principles. now as each battle is won, territory is expanded, OUR ARMY has increased since then, with indestructible weapons handed. to continue to do war with these demonic souls of bullshit. we begin again for it has just started, we kill-harmonic.!

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