>I was camping the other night and got a drunk.
>I dozed off a bit near the fire
>Woke up suddenly and there's a dude leaning on a tree.
>red beard, kinda built
>jumped up and he was gone in flash
>spooked the shit out of me & started looking around frantically.
>grab my camp hatchet for protection.
>a little time goes by and nothing much else happens
>get this urge to write
>grab my notebook from my pack
>write this:
"Thus the Thunderer spoke:
"Long have I been with you, my people.
Long have I been your protector - your guardian.
I have given you strength and spirit to forge on during
the harshest of times and in the most severe of circumstances.
Even when you turned your backs on me to follow a weak martyr-god so that
that you might 'inherit the earth', I watched over you and granted my
strength to you. Because you are my people, I did not turn my back
on you.
When the barbarians and desert riders were at your gates it was I
that stood alongside you. And together we repelled that force.
But of late your conduct has been such that I can no longer recognize
you as the folk who once stood so proud in battle. You no longer
respect any god - nor do you seem to respect yourselves.
Your men act as women and cowards - weeping with fear and shame. Too
afraid have you become stand up for yourselves that, once again, barbarians are
at your gates yet you do nothing. You allow your wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.