Let it be known that I am everything but the Tyrant history seems to paint me as.
[ private | saber; hackable ]
You spoke to me during the...event, no? I can scarcely remember what happened.
[ / private ]
And with that taken care of, I propose, dear Sheol, that we get over whatever aches and pains this latest rash of travesties will no doubt cause, and instead focus on the matter at hand. This matter, being of utmost importance, is as thus:
How many of you are willing to follow a King across the waters to Accido? And, if not, why?
I've got time. Spin me a tale.