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January 20, 2005
It's time.
I have labored long enough.
Suffered long enough.
Bled enough.
Cried enough.
Been pierced by the pain and the agony of the jagged steel enough.
I grow older, and things change.
For sixteen and a half years, this is how I have found my voice. Expressed the pain of a betrayal so large that it shattered a life, forwards and backwards through time.
But now… now, it is time to set it aside.
To let others take up the charge.
To let others boil their blood.
To let others rage into the night.
Today, Strange, my son, turns 20.
And to him, the Scion of the BITTER, and his generation, I bequeath this holy place.
To my stalwart colleagues, the two other stanchions of the triumvirate of disciples, it has been a privilege sharing the pulpit with you.
But as for me… it is time to remove the mantle. It is simply no longer my place to be the Vanguard Disciple. My path now lies elsewhere.
Power, faith, and rage, my brothers and sisters. The BITTER is always and forever, and it shall thusly be yours, so long as you submit to it, embrace it, understand it, and let it flow in, of, around, and through you.
The only thing left to say?
Goodbye.
So quoth scott at 08:00 UTC
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To the one who brought me into understading with the BITTER's might, you will be missed.
Posted by: strange at January 28, 2005 12:38 AM