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Back to 5, only 29 to 4.

*puts on his tophat and manlybeard*

My fellow Aabahranians, we have fought hard. Fought long! We have struggled for the righteous causes set forth by our predecessors. We have fought hard against those that would see the MUD world mired in the throes of 'paytoplay' and popular novel rip-offs.

*gripping his lapels, Volgathras rocks back and forth on his heels*

Despite the naysayers... against the odds... we have risen from the clutches of obscurity to RISE!

We are embattled. Challenged. I know we have asked much from you. I know you have fought, valiantly, tirelessly. But my fellow children of the Forsaken Lands, look where we are! Look how far we have come! Though our competitors are our brothers and sister, we must show them - have shown them - our strength. Our strength of character, and our strength of faith. They sit content and complacent on their thrones, unaware that we are quick approaching amidst the heralding blasts of an angelic choir that cries 'YES! We are here! We are many! And we shall not STOP!'

Onward, my friends. To destiny.

Sincerely,

Aabarahn Lincoln

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P.S.: Sorry reverend, you can have your pulpit back, I just wanted to give it a try.

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By all means' date=' I'm not using the pulpit. Someone may as well enjoy it. I might explicate your performance later, though. :D[/quote']

By all means. I thus bequeath unto you Aabahran Lincoln, The Great Emasculator (TOTALLY should chosen that as my IMM character).

With great power comes great responsibility, Valek.

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Always good to add more to the flock. Bring before me my children. Let them kneel before the Reverend that I may baptize them in the blood of Great Demon Gods, wash away their sins of the mortal coil in the cold waters of the Death Gods, scratch their flesh with the sacred inks of Sirant pulled deep from the stones of Raargant (get it, stones, eh, eh?), and calm their minds with the incense of Tranquility.

Bring the children,

let them cry.

Bring the children,

let them die.

Bring the adolescent,

let them fly.

Bring the adolescent,

let them die.

Bring one and all,

let them strive.

Bring one and all,

let them thrive.

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