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Ah, Larry, returned once more to force your claim upon the outsiders and the young. How long, I wonder, can you maintain this illusion of might and lordship?
I have seen your rise, for I was there long before the dawn of the Two Mods. I have watched your first halting steps on the path to delusion, seen you draw that dagger where it was best left sheathed. In that First Conflict, in the defense of your dishonour, you became little more than a secondary character in hiding. It should have ended then.
Instead, you came upon the One Ring, which has extended your life by many threads. Your reputation grew, and with it you drew envy. I well recall how you recoiled before a singing egg, then vented your rage upon those too foolish or inexperienced to defend themselves. This is the second time you strive to lure these people in, to frighten the dwellers of General Discussions. Who else do you dream to intimidate?
You have seen many clashes, ground to dust the bones we threw you or cowered when they hit your head. And this, a rematch you call it though I wonder for whom, the elaborate trap you devised for the foolish, a hole in the fabric of GD, is a desert. For where are the hordes you hoped to ensnare?
It is time to admit truth, Larry. But two of the seven threads here are yours, and they are empty and stagnant. The One Ring has done much to stretch your years, but now its threads are unravelling. This, the killing grounds that you would have readied for the masses, but which is like a dust speck upon the board, will see no end but your own. You would do better to return to Lockesville, and spend your remaining posts cradling the memory of what you once thought you had.
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