cry moar Dracul is dead. You guys rarely play Crpg, just change the name and move onto some other games. No one wants your lousy troll asses in here, you've built a shit reputation for yourselves and ruined anyones who wore the Dracul tag.
Dracul is fine. We play games, we have fun, and we kill our fair share of people and then some. Few things can simply refuse to die. Dracul is, glady, included in those things. And honestly, your heavy movement to troll upon blackrose when you were in our clan, had forged any bad reputation, in which the general crpg community has thus transferred over to you upon the creation of haven. In turn, most of the clans love the few and the proud remaining Draculmancers. To Artyem and I, you leaving and taking your disciples with you was a good riddance. Dracul took dine holy shat, and with your current habits you guys to me are now just a big ball of shit rolling down mount olympus, collecting litter along the way. It would be in your best interests to heed my words and stop your dungus behavior before you hit the pointy obsidian slabs poking out of the death swamp at the bottom. If you have anything else to say against us for harboring your evil and taking you in as our own, than you may kindly suck the sunflower seed fragments in my stool out of my butthole, curl up into a ball, and drown in your own blood.
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