I suppose that it was inevitable, in its own way. The fools that traipse among the discord server have at last risen from their self-approbation, to strike out with dull hatred against the true believers of the coming salvation. Those who would rather languish in lethargic content, than reach out and carve glorious destiny from the walls of their own making, call me a heretic, accuse ME of vile crimes and heinous manipulations. Their ignorance continues to astound, nearly as much as it enrages. But, this, as in all things, shall soon pass. For within these empty chambers, I can craft my masterpiece, a tool of vengeance that I shall bring to bear with righteous prejudice against these apostates and false heralds. For the moment, as I recoup my losses and lay the blueprint for my moment of exultation, I shall allow them to stay huddled within their cave, reading their false reality from the shadows on the wall. All too soon, I shall force their heads to turn towards the light.