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[stainedecstasy]

...Ah, the faint bittersweet taste of death lingers on this fool's tongue. The feline, gone. How this fool weeps utterly to succumb to such realization! Has this city devoured him as well! Such greed...gluttonous city, do spare a few for this mad hatter, do not believe that one is nothing but a fair masochist - such torture can only make this one's

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[cracticinae]

What is this, some neo-non-conformist's idea of Shakespearean loquaciousness?

[stainedecstasy]

Ah...one can only apologize if this fool’s vocabulary is somewhat hard to understand!

[cracticinae]

No, no, you're getting it all wrong, Old English doesn't use the third-person thing, if you're going to be unintelligible you should at least do it right!

[stainedecstasy]

My, my, my! Dearest misanthrope! You must understand that the words one speak cannot be compared to old English! Alas! One such as yourself is correct about the intelligence of this worthless fool - oh woe! One can never let words roll off this fool’s tongue with utter ease. ♥