My fellow Aetolians,
There've been times I've had a lot of fun with you all, and there've been times I think you've had a lot of fun with me. Those times are gone.
I won't belabor this too much, and neither will I get into the many, many things that led me to make this decision. It was a long time coming, though - in a way, it's probably been coming since Vyxsis first left Duiran. If you want more of an explanation, well, put on your tinfoil hats and let your imaginations run wild.
Will I ever come back? I don't know. At the moment, I genuinely hope not. I imagine some of you hope not, too. It's good to agree sometimes, don't you think?
I'm not sure what else to say. Despair, etc., etc., whatever.
Indoran'i is back baby. It's good again. Awoouu (wolf Howl)
An Atzob cultist says, "Is a shamatato as tasty as a potato?"
(Tells): From afar, Mephistoles hisses harshly to you, "Hey baby, show me your ovipositor?"
The mighty Jy'Barrak Golgotha opens his maw, catches the glowing spear in his many jagged teeth, and chomps down. The Divine spear breaks with a noise like thunder, shards toppling from the Emperor's jaws. "OM NOM NOM!" He declares, then spits the last of the ruined weapon from his lips.