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KenuDragonfire
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This is an automated statement set to go out upon Nouvellune's, the King of Thieves, inevitable demise. Please play the song "Partyman," produced by Prince for the 1989 Batman film directed by Tim Burton, as you read his final statements.
Greetings, friends. If you are reading this, then I am dead. Some you will be cheering this statement, knowing that the undefeated Lord of Deception and Thievery is gone from your lives. Most of you will be wondering, "Who the hell is this guy, and what claim to this title does he have?" So, I shall tell you.
When I came upon this region, I was naive. Foolish. Ignorant. Young. Innocent. I refused conflict, and absolutely pushed against all who attempted to pursue it. Even so, I was always tempted by conflict. Always curious about violence. Wanting to fight. Eventually, a dark force came upon me: its name was Zor, and its shape was a sheep.
I was violent, brash. I turned against those who had trusted me. Those who had allowed me into their towns. I saw their futility, their... corruption. Their hypocritical evil, disguising itself as good, to my own view. I was a force of nature; I was strong, and so dominated those who were not. They were weak, disguising themselves as strong, then only using part of their influence to control those they believed below them. It disgusted me.
I became a raider, an attacker, a thief. Towns of those former allies were forced to put up walls to prevent me from coming in, yet I always broke through. I always came through. I was rude. Evil. I refused to relent. I refused to leave the weak alone. I was always there, draining away their resources.
The height of my power was when I became Lord of Pallet. A town built specifically for thieves, raiders, and other like-minded individuals. We used it as a base of operation, and we lead several campaigns against the cowards of the server. We were the strong. It was our right to dominate, and it was our right to destroy those we dominated.
Just outside of the area that was protected by the Artifact, there lived two towns: Capital City and its satellite. They allowed in all who came to the region, discriminating against no one. All who lived in it, good-hearted or evil, were consumed by the evil that lived within the cities. Those that were strong were consumed by evil; those that were evil starved to death from a lack of resources. Yet, its foolish leader Computern never acted to prevent such actions. And so, when another great thief known as "Big Pizza the VII" asked to steal its generator, its most basic defense against the outside world, made up of valuable materials... we allowed it. I saw the opportunity with the generator disabled, and I gathered the largest raiding party this server had ever seen, and we took the city by surprise- with the generator down, the inhabitants had nowhere to hide. We slaughtered them, drove them from the city, and claimed the few resources inside. Little did we know that what we had done would be the most important event in the entire history of the region.
The refugees, the survivors of our attack, fled the city. The Guardians and Elders of the region declared that generators, the most important defenses of a city, were banned from destruction. The first rules for war in the world were set, and what followed was a war. The War of the Third Age was between the Alliance, a loose group of raiders, and the Computernites, the survivors who take their name from the leader of the former Capital City. The first city to fall in the war, Capital City, would remain standing as a monument to the achievement of the Alliance. The satellite city that was just outside Capital City was supposed to now be able to grow, unhindered by the cancer of crime that was Capital City. Instead, the former rulers of the satellite city burnt it to the ground, and fled the region- the first unintentional casualty of the War of the Third Age.
The War was largely lopsided. For every successful raid that the Computernites performed on the Alliance, a half dozen raids and assassinations were performed upon the Computernites. Eventually, raids began to slow down, and the War had come to an unofficial end.
The conflicts may have cooled down, but the Alliance now was fighting every outsider, and sometimes even within itself. Big Pizza VIII was considered a rogue element, and the Alliance turned on him. The loose confederation gained a few more members and, with the help of these new members, formed their own city. While the former Alliance members had founded a new city, their aggressive streak had lessened due to a lack of targets and an increased difficulty for war.
In a fit of rage and psychopathy, I destroyed Pallet, the shining beacon of raiding. I soon became more and more distant from the other raiders and former members. Without the interest in raiding, I lost interest in them, and I disappeared. I reappeared from time to time, wanting to rejoin the community I had helped built, but found myself further and further from them.
If you are reading this, then that means that I have returned, and I have died. For good. Unbeknownst to all of you, I hid my treasures in my tomb. My greatest prized possessions- things I gathered upon the killing of Preksak, an evil god- are now hidden in this tomb. The bedrock that Preksak would have used to cover this very world is within my tomb.
I have seen how you people treat this world- I have seen the cruelty you commit to each other. The same wrath, the same evil that so corrupted me so corrupts this world. Thus, I have chosen ruins, an example of the destruction that you created, as the final resting place for me, the King of Thieves, the Bringer of War, the Destroyer of Cities. so
Good luck, Loka. You'll need it.
Nouvellune, the new king in town, the funkiest man you've ever seen, rock a party like nobody can, no place in this nation.
Greetings, friends. If you are reading this, then I am dead. Some you will be cheering this statement, knowing that the undefeated Lord of Deception and Thievery is gone from your lives. Most of you will be wondering, "Who the hell is this guy, and what claim to this title does he have?" So, I shall tell you.
When I came upon this region, I was naive. Foolish. Ignorant. Young. Innocent. I refused conflict, and absolutely pushed against all who attempted to pursue it. Even so, I was always tempted by conflict. Always curious about violence. Wanting to fight. Eventually, a dark force came upon me: its name was Zor, and its shape was a sheep.
I was violent, brash. I turned against those who had trusted me. Those who had allowed me into their towns. I saw their futility, their... corruption. Their hypocritical evil, disguising itself as good, to my own view. I was a force of nature; I was strong, and so dominated those who were not. They were weak, disguising themselves as strong, then only using part of their influence to control those they believed below them. It disgusted me.
I became a raider, an attacker, a thief. Towns of those former allies were forced to put up walls to prevent me from coming in, yet I always broke through. I always came through. I was rude. Evil. I refused to relent. I refused to leave the weak alone. I was always there, draining away their resources.
The height of my power was when I became Lord of Pallet. A town built specifically for thieves, raiders, and other like-minded individuals. We used it as a base of operation, and we lead several campaigns against the cowards of the server. We were the strong. It was our right to dominate, and it was our right to destroy those we dominated.
Just outside of the area that was protected by the Artifact, there lived two towns: Capital City and its satellite. They allowed in all who came to the region, discriminating against no one. All who lived in it, good-hearted or evil, were consumed by the evil that lived within the cities. Those that were strong were consumed by evil; those that were evil starved to death from a lack of resources. Yet, its foolish leader Computern never acted to prevent such actions. And so, when another great thief known as "Big Pizza the VII" asked to steal its generator, its most basic defense against the outside world, made up of valuable materials... we allowed it. I saw the opportunity with the generator disabled, and I gathered the largest raiding party this server had ever seen, and we took the city by surprise- with the generator down, the inhabitants had nowhere to hide. We slaughtered them, drove them from the city, and claimed the few resources inside. Little did we know that what we had done would be the most important event in the entire history of the region.
The refugees, the survivors of our attack, fled the city. The Guardians and Elders of the region declared that generators, the most important defenses of a city, were banned from destruction. The first rules for war in the world were set, and what followed was a war. The War of the Third Age was between the Alliance, a loose group of raiders, and the Computernites, the survivors who take their name from the leader of the former Capital City. The first city to fall in the war, Capital City, would remain standing as a monument to the achievement of the Alliance. The satellite city that was just outside Capital City was supposed to now be able to grow, unhindered by the cancer of crime that was Capital City. Instead, the former rulers of the satellite city burnt it to the ground, and fled the region- the first unintentional casualty of the War of the Third Age.
The War was largely lopsided. For every successful raid that the Computernites performed on the Alliance, a half dozen raids and assassinations were performed upon the Computernites. Eventually, raids began to slow down, and the War had come to an unofficial end.
The conflicts may have cooled down, but the Alliance now was fighting every outsider, and sometimes even within itself. Big Pizza VIII was considered a rogue element, and the Alliance turned on him. The loose confederation gained a few more members and, with the help of these new members, formed their own city. While the former Alliance members had founded a new city, their aggressive streak had lessened due to a lack of targets and an increased difficulty for war.
In a fit of rage and psychopathy, I destroyed Pallet, the shining beacon of raiding. I soon became more and more distant from the other raiders and former members. Without the interest in raiding, I lost interest in them, and I disappeared. I reappeared from time to time, wanting to rejoin the community I had helped built, but found myself further and further from them.
If you are reading this, then that means that I have returned, and I have died. For good. Unbeknownst to all of you, I hid my treasures in my tomb. My greatest prized possessions- things I gathered upon the killing of Preksak, an evil god- are now hidden in this tomb. The bedrock that Preksak would have used to cover this very world is within my tomb.
I have seen how you people treat this world- I have seen the cruelty you commit to each other. The same wrath, the same evil that so corrupted me so corrupts this world. Thus, I have chosen ruins, an example of the destruction that you created, as the final resting place for me, the King of Thieves, the Bringer of War, the Destroyer of Cities. so
Good luck, Loka. You'll need it.
Nouvellune, the new king in town, the funkiest man you've ever seen, rock a party like nobody can, no place in this nation.
