Ok, interpretation. I'm not a FIGHTER in the sense of that's ALL i do. I'm glad that you took your time to go back and search out those posts little one. I guess all of the poisons i've injected into you over the years as you've died and complained

about my mounts killing you have went to your head.

I like how you think YOU of all people can tell me where to post. Shut up and go on hiding in your little room with all your rits and expect people to challenge you. I'm sure you'll feel my knife in you once again. G'night little kid, mommy is calli

ng you.

Tukar, loving hypocricy.

Written by my hand on the 18th of Midwinter, in the year 1059.