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Post by Trench on Aug 22, 2009 20:58:23 GMT -5
Listen up, maggots!
I’ve not got all day for this, and neither have you. There’s a new leader around here, and things are goin’ta be changing. Don’t like it? Then get the hell out. Ketsueki is out and Ripshank is here to stay. So bow the hell down to your new leader, and let’s get this damned show on the road!
Now I know what all you maggots are thinking: ‘we’re the Traitors, we’re supposed to be nice’. Well tough shit; I ain’t some piss-poor excuse for a leader ‘nice guy’, and this ain’t some piss-poor excuse for a pack. Those damned Canitaos and Lashias are in our damn way, and I’m going to show you maggots how to get rid of them.
So pay attention! My word is your damned life; you follow my every damn order, and we’ll get along just fine. Get in my way, and I crack open that empty skull of yours and spread whatever excuse for a brain you’ve got all over my doorstep. Got it?! Good. Here’s how it’s gonna’ be.
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From now on, there will be no fraternizing with the other packs. If one of those shit-faced maggots shows up here, I want them booted out on their ass. Fail to get rid of them? And I boot you out on your ass with ‘em.
♠ My word is the only damn law in this place; you break it, you forfeit your worthless life. If you’ve got a problem with my rules, you’re welcome to come challenge me for the leadership. Don’t have the guts to do that? Then shut the hell up and fall in line.
♠ You have a problem with someone? Good. Take care of it yourself, maggot. I don’t want to hear about your petty squabbles. Kill each other, for all I care; just don’t let me hear about it ‘till it’s over, or it will be damned soon.
♠ There are no weaklings in my pack; you’ll catch your own damn food while I’m in charge. No scraps are going to be thrown at you; if you can’t hunt, then either get the hell out or starve, I could care less either way. Can’t find enough prey here? Then go steal it from somewhere else; those shit-faced maggots don’t deserve it anyways.
♠ Have something to say? Say it to my face, and be prepared to back it with force. Manage to stay alive, and maybe I’ll take your suggestion into consideration.
My word is final, whether I change it or not, so make sure you keep up with the laws, maggots.
Oh yeah, and about this Lunar Council shit. I don’t know what that bitch was thinking when she came up with that one, but I’ll have none of that here. We’re in a damn war, and there’s no such thing as peace until our enemies lie dead at our paws. I’ve got nothing to say to those future corpses, and neither do any of you.
One more thing, maggots: I expect each and every one of you ready to fight. That’s right, kiddies, this is a war, and there’s going to be some battles real damn soon. When I say jump, you piss-ants are all going to jump, and when I say to fight until every last one of those weaklings are dead, you maggots had better get to fighting. And there will be raids, real damn soon. So be on your damn toes!
With blood and guts,
The Broken-Wing King, Ripshank
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