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Friend 5: Malik the Freak I was birthed when GOD decided that freaks must exist. For that reason, I am an immortal freak lord who is timeless. I live in my own realm called “da Zu” where Jenny and Qard hail from. I cannot wait to freak on people with you, brother. Inshallah!

it’s time for all the ST to nerd emoji on your post whilst crying in the staff chat btw 🤓 erhm. and im joining in on making fun of you.

Hey man! Leave her alone! Yo… like.. leave her alone! Dude!

Raguel raised his angelic carbarum-sword and cleaved down towards the metaphysical title, Duke of Adria, made manifest as a blood-thirsty vampire who drained the life out of all narratives, so that it ceased to exist. Once completed, he returned to guard the gates of heaven.

Malik the Freak stands on top of the Hexicanum, staring down towards the battlefield. He is covered in flames and looks like a scary silhouette. "Heh,"

"I will hunt you instead." Malik spoke to himself in a ball-pit, a freak of nature.

Thor reads his own missive for some reason.

Never walk away from home ahead of your axe and sword. Always rise to an early meal but eat your fill before a feast. Heill þik, I hope that you have been fair in health, completeness, and live long, die fighting, and make way to the great halls of Valhalla impeded by the draugr-spawn. Although the dreaded tongue-dance is hated by my kindred, this letter serves an important purpose. Upon the night of winter’s wrath, our kin were sent a letter by a fellow comrade. He stated thus, ‘Harken, the venom Jormunharr seats himself within the tavern of Norland, making merry with their people!’ and to this, we said, it could not be so. So, I brought with me Haraldr and Calias, and we rode into the the city of Vjardengrad, the capital of the beautiful kingdom. When we arrived within the tavern, we came across the draugr, sitting around an audience of norlanders. We instantly killed the evilspawn, much to the displeasement of many, including one of your folk-kin, who goes by the name of Io. He told unto us that this was an honourable holmgang. A holmgang is not a contest of drink, but a battle of blood and steel, death to those who were not strong enough to surpass their limits. What foul mockery do your people make of our beloved culture? We cut the hand of a dark-elf, who fraternised with the accursed evilspawn, and to this, your man, Io, called us dishonourable, and damned our name under Thegn-Konan. Let us know if this will be our name now amongst your kin, who seek to befriend the darkspawn, and befoul the Sólgaardian. I also challenge this Io to a holmgang, a battle to the death, for speaking ill of my people, and my Thegn-Konan. Answer this call and challenge to combat, cowardly cur flitting your tail behind your legs. This response I give you a years time to respond. If you will not fight to the death, I do not seek your audience, for you will never make it to the halls of Valhalla. Við sjáumst seinna. Written by Thor, [This post is a public letter].

terrible, to be frank.

To Ravenswood, Offer me your souls, and in return, I will support you in this war with my allies of [PVP GOONS]. Signed, Malik the Freak.

It's not funny. Denied.

one million naztherak children must die