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springely said:
By the nine divines! What did Ты just say about me, Ты little skeeverbutt? I'll have Ты know I graduated вверх of my class in the College of Winterhold, and I've been know to cast one hell of a fireball, and I have over 300 confirmed summons. I am trained in daedric warfare and I'm the swords master of the entire Imperial forces. Ты are nothing to me but just another target. I will make Ты beg to Akatosh as I bend Ты over like a common whelp, mark my words, on my oath as the Dovakin. Ты think Ты can come into my mind though this magic device and insult me? Think again,scum. As we speak I have every assassin and thief across all of Tamriel looking for your initial position so Ты better prepare for the storm atronach,you drauger. The storm atronach that wipes out the pathetic little husk Ты call your life. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill Ты in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my dragon shouts! Not only am I extensively trained in archery and horseback riding, but I have access to the entire congregation of the thieves guild, dark brotherhood, Mages college, and untold hordes of deadric warriors, and I will use every one of them to banish Ты to the plane of oblivion.. If only Ты could have had the clairvoyance to see what divine retribution your little "clever" runes were about to bring down upon you, maybe Ты would have held your tongue Ты dark skin. But Ты couldn't, Ты didn't, and now you're paying the price, Ты goddamn idiot. I will become the embodiment of Mehrunes Dagon, and open a portal to oblivion the likes of which Ты have never seen. You're fucking dead, milk-drinker.
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