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« on: July 02, 2015, 03:54:11 pm »
I lean over, and whisper into the man's ears.
"You have a choice now: you may give up, and concede your life to this cruel desert. After all, there is nothing left for you here; might as well give up on this meaningless life and let your wretched soul descend to some danker, darker hell than this one.
Or, you can take up the righteous path of vengeance... the path of hate. The path of Ira-Erazmin. You can have your way with the world, gouge its eyes just as it gouged yours. All you need do is pray to Vitriol, pray by its true name... Worship the truest of gods, that primal bastion of hate. Pray to Ira-Erazmin.
Whisper words of venom, let it be.