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"Nooo I slept through the fight nooo" Cries Timmy the Tiber, who slept through the fight because he was sleepy.

Timmy Tiber, who was not actually a Tiber but maybe was and we'll never know, did fifty push-ups and pumped himself up. "Yes!" He said at some point in the nineteen hours it took to do fifty push-ups, vaguely towards his best friend. @Curry

templars are all powergamers and i hate crping them druids are all powergamers and i hate crping them azdrazi are all powergamers and i hate crping them necros are all powergamers and i hate crping them voidchuds are all powergamers and i hate crping them mystics are all powergamers and i hate crping them paleknights and lords are all powergamers and i hate crping them darkstalkers and ghouls are all powergamers and i hate crping them kani users are all powergamers and i hate crping them moroi are all powergamers and i hate crping them corcs are all powergamers and i hate crping them golems are all powergamers and i hate crping them animatii are all powergamers and i hate crping them naz are all powergamers and i hate crping them demons are all powergamers and i hate crping them lycans are all powergamers and i hate crping them sprites are all powergamers and i hate crping them ghosts are all powergamers and i hate crping them demidjinn are all powergamers and i hate crping them etc for any i missed it seems asinine to oppose an amendment because you dont like the playerbase. especially if you've crped all these evil powergamers and never went ahead and called them out or reported them or whatever!

Frederick Euler hummed quietly as he read the missive. A joyous time to be a citizen of Adria.

these knights are dreadful ! +1 Credit to Dr Random K.'s comment for inspiration

Frederick Euler, now the Count of Eulersburg prepared for what was to come.

Frederick Euler had been born only one year younger than his cousin Zygmunt, the man who would grow up to become the Duke of Adria. They grew up together, sharing in much of their studies and youthful worries. Though they were both sheltered until adulthood, they bore a bond much more akin to brothers than cousins. Their paths had diverged long ago, with Zygmunt's focus settled squarely on pursuits of architecture and governance while Frederick sought to steel himself for battle, learning of battle tactics and strategies in preparation of leading a company of men. Yet, as Frederick departed the confines of the Ivory Tower into where his life would lead, he would often look back to see Zygmunt forever in the same place. His cousin did not socialise, he did not make merry--all Zygmunt did was work. Endlessly, Frederick watched Zygmunt toil away for the Duchy of Adria. The Duchy which their family had called home for hundreds of years, the Duchy which they loved as much as they loved one another. Slowly, Zygmunt's efforts bore fruit as more people gravitated to the faded title, finding a home there. It was not long until Zygmunt had restored the Duchy to a mighty state, worthy of respect. And there Frederick saw that glimmer in Zygmunt's eyes. He was only truly happy when his family were near, and when the Duchy was prospering. He saw his cousin smile more and more, in his later years--but he also saw the vacant stares and fading features. Unlike all the other Eulers, Zygmunt seemed to be aging and quite quickly too. Yet what could the Knight do, but support his cousin? The man felt no envy at Zygmunt's successes, only pride; and in total trust and confidence, he believed that Zygmunt could shoulder the burdens of Adria with the help of all those around him. Yet the burden he bore was far greater than any others could have realised. One day before the fateful Duma, Frederick stopped a delirious Zygmunt in the hallway of their home. His hands settled on his cousin's shoulders as the blonde Euler spoke: "I love you, cousin."

you misspelled sir

Frederick Euler bore a clear conscience.