-a knife is stabbed deep into the board, words written in blood on a parchment that is held by the knife Next to the letter is the severed head of a BSD in crinos, held to the board by a broken Klaive piece. Wyrm taint reeeeeeeeeeks from the head and the Klaive itself-
I used to be one of you people. You...Dreadslays. Guess where I'm at now? You'll find my decapitated body in Texas. But you won't find me. That's right. Back to deliver one last message before I go.
Addeas, you were only set to use me for one of your schemes. You are not a true Dreadslay. A true Dreadslay wouldn't use his fellow man as a pawn for his own plans. Whether I lived or died didn't matter to you. And I was the key among you all to even getting your foot in the door of the Order's fortress of doom. But did that earn me any of your respect? No. It didn't. You and Alec sit and fight each other, Dreadslay vs. Dreadslay. Your true enemy is the Warlock Order and despite that you're still willing to kill your own. No wonder I never liked you.
Alec, you're just as guilty so wipe that smirk off your face. Both of you make me sick. I don't even know why I let Kayin convince me to go all the way from Chicago to run with you fuckheads. I thought I'd make a difference in someplace like this. But no, I didn't mean shit to any of you, so I pretty much left town. Went back to Chicago, took a trip down to Texas and got whacked by a bunch of big fucking dog things. You happy now? I know I am. Now I'm away from you all.
BECAUSE YOU ALL SUCK!!!! WANNA COME AND GET MY CASPER ASS!? BRING IT ON THEN!!!! I'LL TAKE ON BOTH YOU PALE-ASS MOTHERFUCKERS! RIGHT ON THIS FUCKING DECK!
"David"
Z.D.
P.S. If you don't know who this is, you will when you meet me in Hell, bitches...
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