Excellent progress Cuchulainn, promise to slay those bigger than you when you're 'big enough', and 'malign' those less than half your size who have bothered expend the minimal amount of effort it takes to be halfway competent. Gods forbid you mortals

ever do anything beyond bitch and complain about each other, and actually make some sort of attempt to learn or better yourself, or even consider the thought that 'person X is better than I, perhaps it is because of a failing in me', instead of justif

ying it by scoffing at the achievements of others, and constant excuse making.

Written by my hand on the 10th of Agamnion, in the year 1004.