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His Lizardliness, Spacepope the first. - 60 Leezard Grandmaster ~ Proud Former Leader of <Kittens Who Say Meow> ~ | |||
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"All we really lose is one Warrior."
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His Lizardliness, Spacepope the first. - 60 Leezard Grandmaster ~ Proud Former Leader of <Kittens Who Say Meow> ~ | |||
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It wasnt our call, it was theirs.
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"All we really lose is one Warrior."
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The decision to exclude us from those conversations was made by the GM's but it was also a perspective heavily pushed by you and your officers in the UN in the lead up to that decision and thus you bear some responsibility denying us a voice in rule changes that do in fact effect us. I'm not upset about this, I am just pointing out how moving forward there is literally 0 reason to exclude us from any discussions about rule changes in ToV (including Vulak).
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His Lizardliness, Spacepope the first. - 60 Leezard Grandmaster ~ Proud Former Leader of <Kittens Who Say Meow> ~ | |||
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“The GMs did something we disagree with and it’s all your fault!” Forsooth! Methinks thine own heart shall terry and, being torn asunder by the inequities and dark horrors of this unfathomable life, may inevitably expire admits the drowning torrent of thine own tears. Perish the thought dear Brother! For I stand most assured that, whereby you firmly grasp hold of this most precious of opportunities, that thee would find thyself instead sitting calmly at that great and mysterious pool, that which sits eternally in a dear quiet place, that seat of self reflection. Whereby yee shall high thee hence towards a renewed vigor, betwixt the vagaries of this cruel vain life, having been emboldened by those great ancestors that resideth in thine conscious, and thusly are saved from the abyss of antiquity, summoned once again as a bulwark of inspiration to trudge on. Once more into the breech! What say thee? | |||
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