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Catharsis
How the actual everliving barnaclepissing fuck. Fucking devil shit, fancy-clothes pansy piece of absolute crap, excremented from the depths of bureaucracy, I curse the day that whatever sulfurpit spat something as crooked and malevolant as you out.
You are as far from being more worth than a rotten clam is to anyone but Frankonian nobility as Nakor is from being the epitome of stability and diplomacy, Kazagal is from being steeped in charisma and knowledge and Frances is from being a person with any other personality than "Zimean Mercenary".
I curse you, your spawn, your mother, whatever she cuckolded your "father" with, that fucking monkey, that blasting tavern, the latrine shitremnants stupid enough to sign a deal with you, your absolute shit-sense for any justice and righteousness and especially your mr fancypants clothes.
If i had three wishes, I would use them to kill you, slowly, resurrecting you as painful as possible only to slowly kill you again.
At least Thorpe is human. Him I can carve in half. Apperently you will just reappear if I do that to you. Might be worth it.
I've got two targets now.
1. Any and all that has served as pirates on The Pitched Wanker
2. The excrement formely known as Gorick.
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A Fool's Errand
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A Foolish Fools errand
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A Battle of the Mind
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The Showdown in the Forest
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Barrels upon Barrels
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The Journey towards the Sea
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A Great Reunion
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Dormaruks Acquaintances
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A Really Disrespectful Brawl
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The Troubles of One Man Alone
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A Bronze Mirage
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The Apple is still on the Tree
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Catharsis
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Out, out, out
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Look at me, I'M THE FUCKING CAPTAIN
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The Role of a Captain
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